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A middle age, attractive woman is sitting in a richly decorated drawing room. It seems as though she is sitting on a set. She talks about the antique teacup she is drinking out of and then the rest of the set, calling the pieces by the name of the brand or designer. She is a former porn star doing a financial advice tv show.

Walking through a field in a boy scout camp. Under a large shade tree, two boys are playing with a stack of plastic funnels near a green garden hose. I am wearing a light brown scout shirt. I pick up one of the funnels the boys have dropped and use it to fill up a plastic canteen shaped like the army one I used to carry. When I’m done, I see Mr. Armbrust and go talk to him. He asks if I ever got an award for being a founding member of our troop. When I say no, he tells him about the troop now, how the new leader is a military man and how big the troop is now. He says, "its mess kits everywhere." I tell him that we started the troop because we didn’t like big troops like that, the ones that went camping in a school bus outfitted with portable generators.

Abandoned art

Taking a tour inside a house with my cousins, Chrissy and Danny. There is an empty line for some kind of fun house, but we pass it and go into another room. We seem to be waiting there for the tour to continue or someone to come get us. Laying on the floor in the middle of the room is a broken clock made from a hubcap with large wire (almost rebar) sticking out of it, there are pool balls for numbers but a few are missing. Danny flips it over and I see the weld marks. There is also an outline of the state of Texas and a note with the name of whoever made it. I find some handmade posters behind a piece of furniture. I flip one over and there are dollar bills glued all over the back. I remove two of them, but they tear in pieces. I stop and debate if I should take them. I wonder if it is stealing and who they belong to. Danny says it not worth it for a dollar, but maybe if it was more. Then I remember that one of the bills was a ten. Someone tears another poster into pieces and uses them to make a new collage.

Worst citizens arrest ever

Standing among a group of people in an academic or corporate lobby. Everyone is looking out the front of the building through the glass wall and doors. A drunk guy stumbles up and someone locks the door before he can get in. The crowd considers him a threat or at least trouble. Everyone seems glad he can’t cause us any trouble locked out. Then he grabs a young woman that is walking by and starts hitting on her and trying to grope her. I throw open the door and yell at him to stop. There is a sense of fear in the air, no one knows what the guy will do. I worry that he will hurt the girl or attack me. But instead he stops and looks berated or ashamed. I take him by the arm or scruff of his collar and led him inside. I continue projecting an air of authority as the crowd steps aside to let us pass. I lead him down a hall and into a room of jail cells. Although the walls of the cell don’t line up in squares, so they won’t actually contain anyone. You could just walk around the metal bars I put him into a cell where he sits on chair. He doesn’t try to get up of leave even though his cell only has one wall.

Delete this message

I check my email and see a message from Mary. As I click to open the email, I assume that it is feedback from my job interview. But instead it is an update on her business plan with a list of other agencies that she is in talks with about a merger or buy-out. The agency I used to work at is on the list. And I think how easy I’d have it if that deal went through.

The big game

I am walking through a town that is deserted. I see handwritten signs posted in the doors of local businesses. Everyone has gone out of town for the game. I assume I am in Austin during the weekend of the UT vs. OU game in Dallas.

Looking

Walking through the hallways of a stadium with Dad and a random group of my friends. We pass through concrete tunnels, up stairs and past rows of seats. The whole time I am looking at the ground, searching for anything of value or interesting that someone may have dropped. We walk out of the stadium through an open air plaza and head down to a dock. We board a boat with rows of wooden bench seats for a tour.

Worst dive ever

Drive into the parking lot of an empty strip mall that is being turned into several different bars. Some are closed for remodeling and some are already open. I walk into a strip club that looks like a normal dive bar. I don’t see any stages or poles. But there are plastic bags the size of paper grocery bags sitting on the bar and a few tables. The Hooters logo is on the side of the bags, the bar must have a partnership to serve food from a Hooters next door. I order a beer at the bar and it takes awhile. I give the bartender a $5 and $1 and wait for change. A guy walking by spills his beer all over the green sweater I am wearing. I grab some napkins to dry it off. As I am rubbing the napkins on the front of the sweater, holes tear in the fabric. I go into the bathroom, check the mirror and straighten up a bit. Then I go play poker at a green felt table in another part of the bar. I finally realize that this strip club doesn’t seem to have any girls walking around.

Spy games

A Nazi spy is riding a motorcycle up a mountain path. I am chasing him on the same style of dirt bike. The mountain is dry and rocky, as if in a western desert. The spy makes sharp turns and I follow him across impossibly high jumps from cliff to cliff. He jumps an outcropping of rock and reaches the bottom of the mountain. He disappears behind a rise and takes off in a VW bug that has been tricked out as a dune buggy. It is rusted orange with the red, gray and black nazi swastika painted in the door. I am suddenly in a dune buggy myself and continue the chase across the rocks and sand. Just as suddenly, I am a young boy on a bicycle and so is the spy. As I follow him, he stops in the middle of the dirt path. I slow down, but bump into him. I yell at him for almost causing an accident, then I continue on as if I have not been following him. He starts riding again and quickly catches up to me. To try and fool him into leading me to his destination, I act as if I am pissed about the wreck he almost caused and cut him off to keep him from passing me. I speed up and sneer back at him to challenge him to a race. He takes the bait and struggles to pass me. I pedal harder and harder to stay ahead, then let him get just ahead of me. He darts ahead as he verves off the road and up to a house. He laughs as I coast past, thinking that he has outdone me in the race, but I have outsmarted the spy.

Watch out!

Trying to buy a ticket to a concert on a cruise on a paddleboat. Not sure if I’m going to be able to make it because of the steamroller.

Fernt at Disney

I’m looking a series of pictures of Blair on fernt.com. The first is the usual shot of him wearing the fernt shirt with some random celebrity. But the next few shots are with some hot chick with short, brown hair. Then I click on something and watch a video. It is random clips of me with the guys from jersey at Disney and other clips of other people I know from Disney (like my old roommates Joel and Ryan). The video is totally random. There is stuff in the parks, at the Vista Way apartment complex and random bars or parties. I don’t recognize any of the footage, but I am laughing out loud watching it. One scene is Joel, Ryan, me and three other guys all holding a pair of tennis shoes in our hand and waving them around the room in a choreographed routine that makes it look like these 12 flying shoes are walking in unison.