Material girl

Madonna seduces me. She starts dancing in front of me as I sit in a chair. We start having sex. I look down as I enter her. When I look up, it is no longer Madonna, it is Brooke and she is reading a book as I have sex with her. I stop confused and hurt by her passivity.

Big winner

A bartender is dealing poker is people sitting around the bar. I forget to turn in my cards after a round, but the bartender shuffles and deals a new hand before I notice. He debates redoing the hand but continues. Another hand ends and I rearrange the cards that people have played. I give myself a 4 of kind and another guy a 4 of a kind in 3s. The bartender pays me for the winning hand with a large bucket of tokens. I pick up the bucket and turn to leave the game. The bar forms a square in the middle of a larger room. It is some kind of video parlor or cheap casino. I cross through the other gaming area which is carpeted and into a large hallway that is not. This wide and short hall leads into a foyer with a marbled tiled floor. On the other side of the foyer is the cashier window where you cash in your chips. As I step from the hall into the foyer, a woman comes up behind me and dances against me. I turn around and it is an older woman in a security guard uniform. She congratulates me on my big winning.

Worst game ever

Walking on a golf course, an older guy picks up some range balls that have strayed from a near-by driving range. He throws them towards us. I am upset that he is throwing them at us. The man tries to explain it away, saying that the last group he threw balls back at understood that it was part of the game because they hit too close the players ahead of them.

Running errands

I pull up to a parking meter and collect my things from in the car. Everything is scattered on the passenger seat as if I have been on a road trip. I grab my wallet, cell phone and change out of the drink holder for the meter. As I am getting it together, a woman appears at my passenger window and acts as if she is going to bang on my window with two flat palms, but she stops short of actually touching the car. I am fumbling with all of that stuff and my keys as I try to get out of the car. As I step out of the car, I am putting a stack of cash into my wallet. Someone approaches me. I tell them something like to buzz off. The person is Sharon and she says, “Did you just tell me to buzz off?” but she uses different words than I did. I apologize and notice that her girlfriend is with her and that she is the one who almost knocked on my window. We all go into the grocery store across the street but not together. I am supposed to buy some stuff and then go meet Brooke. I am torn between wanting to get going to see Brooke and hanging out with Sharon. I head to the opposite side of the store from them to find a bottle of tide I see on top of a distance shelf. I get to the other side of the store, but don’t see any Tide. I am walking up and down aisles full of 2 liter soda bottles. I find a large bottle of Tide sitting on a random shelf.

On the prowl

In a hotel partying with a bunch of people. Stacy is drunk and I try to take her to her room. She runs off and I chase her. She jumps in the pool and I’m afraid she’ll drown so I jump in after her. She runs across the bottom of the pool and up a ladder on the other side. I have a hard time swimming underwater in my cargo shorts and shoes. I climb out of the pool and can’t find her. I carry an appliance into a room. There is a tangle of cords in the laundry room, I am looking for a place to plug in something. I hear a good song playing, but it’s not the actual song, it is a Weird Al parody cover of it. A girl starts dancing with me, joking at first, then up against me. Then she is bent over grinding her ass into my crotch, she is wearing nothing but a thong. She keeps rubbing around me until I enter her. I hesitate, almost fumbling. I notice we are standing in the middle of a room with wide windows along one wall. The blinds are open and outside I see a sidewalk and several shops with awnings. I wonder if anyone will see us and why I’m not with Brooke. I walk down the hall and see a girl crying with her head resting on crossed arms on the kitchen table. I assume it is Brooke, but it is Stacy crying about being drunk. Another girl is standing over her with a hand on her shoulder. The next day, a group of people are standing at the pool. One girl asks a guy, “So it went well with Christa last night huh?” He doesn’t know what she’s talking about, so she says I saw you fucking her from behind last night through the window. He says it wasn’t him and the group begins discussing who it was. Neither the girl nor I say anything. Another girl says that it was another guy and he seems to imply that maybe it was. The actual girl looks at him and he winks. She smiles like she wants to have a go with him. Everybody starts playing some kind of game with a bunch of hoops and throwing something through them.

There is a salt mine or warehouse next door to the hotel. It is winter weather in the same location. We walk through the parking lot towards the hotel, I see a Tonka dump truck toy in a pile of slush or salt at the curb. I want to pick it up and play, but instead I follow the people I am with. I slide on a patch of ice and keep gliding forward for a really long time. I am amazing that I’m able to keep my balance as I slide past Brooke and make a sharp turn around to come to a stop.

I look out the window of the hotel and see Jeremy and a few other guys bow hunting deer in the woods next to the hotel. Three deer run from them as they shoot arrows after them. One buck runs across the hill with an arrow sticking into his hind flank.

Dangerous orders

A member of the U.S. Army is a hit man. I am also in the military and my assignment is to track a suspect. I see the suspect pick up a notebook and write something inside. He passes the notebook to a Colonel, who tears a page out. He folds the note and sticks it into his pocket. I have discovered how the targets for assignation are given. But which one of them is the hit man?

Proper

Wearing a tux, walking up a flight of stairs to some event like a banquet. Coming down the stairs are a swarm of eighth graders leaving a school dance. I step outside and kids are sitting in perfectly straight rows and columns on the stone entryway and steps leading up to the courthouse-like building. All the kids are wearing plain, white dress shirts.

The creek behind our house growing up, but it is a little deeper in spots. I am with something else looking for something in the water. We don’t find it, but I see several golf balls on the bottom around one spot. Leaning over to look, I slip off a steep bank and fall in. I land on my feet and since my shoes and pants legs are already wet, I decide to pick up the golf balls. That’s when I notice that the steep bank I fell off of is actually a mattress with several layers of old leaves, sticks and cut grass piled on top. I lift the mattress and underneath is a futon with a box of bead and necklaces sitting on top of it. The futon looks clean and new. I pick up the box and hand to the person I am with that is still on shore. Then I see stacks of boxes to the side and behind the futon. It seems they were stored or hidden in an underground cave or room in the hillside.

Share your story

A kid is talking to his grandfather as they are walking on a farm. The kid is trying to learn about his grandfather’s experience in the war. A large truck pulls up on a dirt road, there is a large glass box attached to the side of the truck that contains a recording studio. The boy is convincing his grandfather to do an interview. They enter the box, inside it looks like a front porch with a tree in front. The door of the porch leads into the back of the truck. The boy sits in a swing. He realizes that his grandfather doesn’t want to do any interview when he sees the look on his face. He motions for his grandfather to sit in another swing, then pulls or cuts a cord or rope. Both swings fly into the air. They are attached on opposite sides of a rope hanging over a bar or tree branch. The kid knows someone will be coming as starts shutting a window next to the door. As the swings climb upwards out of reach, the kids closes the window by letting slack slide from two ropes. The window closes just as a person walks through the back of the truck toward the screen door that leads out onto the porch.

Hail me

Standing in a hotel room looking out the window at muddy fields in every direction several stories below. I see Mom and Dad riding mountain bikes along a road winding away from the hotel. Dad swerves off onto a path that cuts back towards the hotel and Mom follows close behind him. I see that mud is splattering off their tires and up their backs. I pull on a grubby pair of cut off jean shorts and look for an old t-shirt so that I can join them. But instead of hopping on a bike, I stand in the hotel lobby and tell them that I have a job interview at Moroch/Leo Burnett. I get into a cab and head to the interview. The cab drives past a convenient store/gas station and I watch a group of girls out front. One is eating an ice cream cone. She looks good in a skirt and crop top, but is too young. She’s probably only in college or maybe even high school. I wonder where we are and what route the cab is taking. I turn to ask and suddenly I am driving the cab just as it runs out of gas. I turn the key in the ignition and the car starts up again. It is suddenly dark outside. I turn the gar around in the grass to backtrack to a different gas station I just passed. The station is behind me on a cross street at a major intersection. I cannot do a U-turn on the street I am on because of a concrete median and barrier dividing the lanes of traffic. So I turn into the grass to turn around and head on the side of the road facing oncoming traffic. I turn to my left to cut across the corner through the grass directly towards the station. As I approach the cross street, I turn further to the left to drive parallel to the cross street. I am now driving in the grass on the wrong side of the cross street. As I straighten the steering wheel to bring the cab parallel to the street, I see Mom and Dad in the headlights. They are jogging and yell at the cab for driving down the wrong side of the road. They don’t realize it is I at first, but they continue yelling when they do.

Lovers

Lane from work and I hook up. Later I approach her about having sex with me again. She rejects my advances by saying “I don’t think Allison would approve.” I wonder what she has to do with it, then I realize that they must be lovers. I wonder how this is possible since Lane is not a lesbian.