Home work

In a cool office with lots of open space and light wood paneling and furniture. Ultra-modern computers sit on the desks with attractive people working at them. It’s my last day on job there and I’m just wondering around, goofing off, talking to people. Some guy tells me to sign or label a bunch of paintings, posters or art prints. I can’t believe he’s actually making me do work before I leave.
Then I’m giving mom and dad a tour, telling them how the office was remodeled. They took out a wall to open up a curving staircase to the second floor. As we round a corner, I see a few guys taking down curtains from a big window, they are the drapes from grandpa’s sliding glass door to his backyard. I tell the guys (dad is now helping them) not to throw them away. Dad replies I know, I know. There are boxes stacked against a wall over-flowing with old Christmas decorations. Mom is walking down the stairs ahead of me and complains over her shoulder that Stacy asked her if the brass reindeers were tarnished because they wouldn’t look good in her neighborhood. I think to myself that it isn’t like Stacy to act snobby.

I can't hear you

I’m in a bar and a woman (the waitress or owner?) asks me to turn down the volume on the sound system. There is something on tv and a radio playing. There is no knob to turn, just two buttons side by side on the front of the bar. I push a button to lower the volume. Awhile later, someone asks me to turn it down again. I hold down the button again, but the volume doesn’t go down. The guys at the bar are getting angry. I realize that you have to press the button repeatedly and not just hold it down.

Where's he gonna sit?

I’m racing the Cannonball. Two old guys are competing against me in the cannonball run. We are both stopped at a motel. It is night. I sneak up to their car and try to sabotage it. A polite girl is keeping watch for me. A group of bullies helps us take off and get a head start in the race.

Fly

I am running after a girl on a deck. I reach out to her and then she is lying on her back. She is naked and spreads her legs. My face is close to her and her pussy opens like a venus flytrap reaching out to me. I tentatively lick her clit and start going down on her. She squirms away and turns over onto her knees so I can take her from behind. I grab her hips as she bucks against me.

Awkward

Mom, Dad, Stacy and I are at another family’s house. Their kids are playing in the pool out back. Someone takes a picture of Stacy and I. She is leaning forward and wearing a bulky sweater. I put my arm around her to pose for the picture and accidentally put my hand on her breast instead of her elbow or shoulder. The other Dad is sitting in the car in the driveway next to the house. He is ready to drive off, but starts freaking out. He is yelling at his wife, something about medication. Dad suggests we go take a soak in the hot tub. He is wearing a robe and I realize that I am wearing my new robe.

Let's settle this

A party planner is describing an event she managed. It was a dance contest that seemed wildly successful at first, over 6,000 people showed up. But then they sued the guy who threw it. She’s trying to help him out by talking to me. I find him behind the counter of his liquor store. Two beefy Mexican guys are at the register talking to him. They are trying to make him print a lottery ticket with yesterday’s winning numbers on it. They don’t understand that it isn’t possible. They point to the lottery register and continue threatening him. He punches in the numbers just to appease them. I decide to stay out of it and wander off to look around. The beginning section of the first aisle is full of hot air balloon glasses from different races. There is also a large glass jar of marbles on the bottom shelf.

Dislocated

At Disney, but it is a different amusement park. I’m walking around like a guest, then realize that I’m in an orange uniform. I walk past a guy and hear him ask the people he is with, “Where’s the Pitch & Putt?” I run off down a path. The guy thinks I am running from him to avoid answering the question he didn’t actually ask me. I hear him shouting as I run off. I leave the park without changing out of the uniform. And take a bus to Mom and Dad’s house, although the house I walk up to does not look like theirs. I notice some balloon pins at the end of the driveway. There are scattered next to and in a dirt trench between the mailbox post and the curb. The trench looks like it was dug out of the lawn by tires cutting the corner to the driveway. Some of the pins are of Mom and Dad’s balloon and some I don’t recognize.

Don't lecture me

Sitting in an auditorium with a few people from high school. My ebay auctions are up on a big projection screen. Claire from Portfolio Center is talking about them.

Going my way?

I walk out of my hotel room and see an attractive girl in the hall. I walk towards her to check her out then get on the elevator. I realize I didn’t need to take the elevator and get off. But now I am on the wrong floor. There is a railing ahead of me with a view of the interior courtyard below. But instead of plants and skylights, it looks more like a church. I get back on the elevator and go back to my floor. Across from my room is some kind of club or bar with hot chicks either hanging out or working there.
I am carrying a cardboard box down a wide street or parking lot. Two women in a convertible pull up right behind me and slow down instead of just going around. So to teach them a lesson, I fall down and pretend that they ran over my foot. They don’t even stop, they just pull into a parking space at the front entrance of a building that looks like a shopping mall without stores. I’m pissed, so I go to my car to leave. I stick my hand into my pocket and realize I don’t have my keys. I’m also not carrying the box anymore. I walk over to my car to see if I left the keys inside and it isn’t parked where I left it. I look around and see the two women laughing. One of them says that they have the title to my car and the other is waving the envelope from my glove box that has my insurance and registration in it. I storm up to them and demand to know what they did to my car. One of the women is older and unattractive, but the other is in her late-thirties and looks pretty good. She says something about how she’ll tell me if I go home with her.

Fair but not good

On a road trip with Brooke. We stop at a rest area or small town. We walk in expecting a dump, but the place is gorgeous. It seems to be some kind of museum. We decide to visit, but the place is deserted. We call out and look around the lobby, but don’t find any info. Then I look around the corner and Terry from ThompsonMurray is sitting at a table playing cards alone. But he is in a wheelchair. I ask about admission and he makes a joke about paying a huge amount to him directly.

In my Blazer or some other old truck with Dave. I believe his sons and Mike Boros are also there. Everyone piles into the back of the truck and one of the guys asks twice to put some kind of divider or seat down. We’re on a dusty, dirt road and check in to a dive motel. Our room is big though. We go to a carnival in the parking lot across the street. There is a Ferris wheel and all the lights on the midway. We go into a cafeteria looking building to get something to eat. George Lamb pulls a bag of spaghetti out his bag or coat and dumps it onto a paper plate. Everyone else buys some fair food. Then I’m back in the hotel room taking a shit, except I am standing in the living room. Someone starts to come in, so I go into the bathroom. I drop my pants and discover that I have shit my pants. My boxers are covered. I start to scrap the shit off with a wad of toilet paper. It is full of red and yellow peppers and has the consistency of paste or chili. I don’t notice any smell. But there is no way I am going to be able to clean all the mess up.