The body and the blood

In a dark cathedral at night lit by candles. A statue of Christ in an alcove is bleeding wine from its forehead and hands. A group of young women and myself take turns holding goblets up to catch and drink the wine.

Cast off

Walking through a deserted restaurant with another guy. Next to the building, we board a sailboat and start putting trinkets from the interior in our pockets. As I eye a golf club leaning against the wall near a bunch of rolled up maps, the guy I’m with indicates that people are coming. We hop off the boat and back into the restaurant hoping that they didn’t see us onboard. A group of men and women enter and I try to talk our way out of the place.

Burgess Meredith

I pull my car into a parking lot behind a dive strip club. I am there to meet a famous actor either Arnold Schwarzenegger or Sylvester Stallone. I walk in the back door and into an empty room. The walls are peeling and chairs are stacked against a wall. I go down a hall past a bathroom with a rust stained sink. A naked woman walks past me and the hall ends in a large room almost filled with guys sitting on more of the same ratty chairs. There doesn’t seem to be many dancers around. I walk past the actor that played Rocky’s manager. I don’t know if I’m supposed to talk to him or not.

Waiting

I’m driving a U-haul truck with a bunch of stuff in the back. I’m not sure if I’m moving or camping, cause there is a tent set up in the back of the truck that I’ve been sleeping in. I get a call on my cell from Dave, I’m supposed to be at the airport to pick him up. I tell him I’m on the way. I’m parking outside of a regional airport, but I know that Dave is arriving at the Dallas International Airport. I picture him standing in the hot sun outside one of the terminals. Then I drive the truck out of a grassy field next to some woods and towards the road.

Flood

A flood hits a warehouse where I’ve taken shelter with a group of random people. I end up washed away and floating. The water around me is pretty calm like a lake, but all I see in any direction is water. I float along without effort or worry, but wonder how I will survive. Just then I see a school of fish swimming toward me. I stick both arms down into the water and pull out a fish in each hand. They look like carp but are the color of goldfish. Each is a bit bigger than my entire hand. I’m not hungry, so I decide to save them for later. I don’t want then to get away, so I hold them out of the water until they die, then stuff them down my pants. That is when I realize that I’m just wearing a pair of swim trunks. I look behind me and see the warehouse sticking out of the water. I don’t see a door and I don’t try to paddle or swim towards the building. But I drift right up to an open window, I don’t know how many floors are under water. A man inside helps me up and into the window. Then I look back down at the water just in time to grab the round, yellow inflatable raft I assume I was just sitting on, even though I wasn’t aware of it until now. There are a few people inside, but lots of the group I was with are missing. I don’t know how many or what happened to them. The people that remain are in a large room with wood flooring like a school gym. I walk over to a woman standing by some filing cabinets against the far wall. She asks what happened and I pull out the fish and say, “I went out for lunch.”

The stars are out

Watching a bad play or musical, I’m sitting about four rows back to the right of the stage. In the middle of a scene, the lead actor stops, breaks character and asks for a spotlight on the front of the audience. He introduces Britney Spears and some other guy. They are sitting in the second row and wave backwards to the crowd from their seats. A guy two rows behind them starts yelling, “Oh my God, it’s Britney!” over and over, even standing up and pointing. Finally Jason Biggs (from the American Pie movies) stands up, turns around and tells the guy to shut up. He is sitting two or three seats over from Britney. I wonder if he is in the same group and if he is upset that actor on stage didn’t point him out to the audience as well.

Not reality

I’m sitting at a table in a living room taking apart a small electronic device. It is an alarm that I’m trying not to trigger. There is also a small tube shaped chip that I carefully pull out in order to remove some kind of data. My brother (even though I don’t have one in real life) watches over my shoulder nervous that Mom and Dad (or someone else) will come into the house. I safely remove the chip and head upstairs. In the upstairs hallway, a girl in her late teens or early twenties stops me. I don't know her but wonder if she is my sister that I don’t really have. But then she bends over a table against the wall and slowly slides her skirt up. She reaches her hand back to pull me to her and starts grinding against me.

Posted on the wall near the elevator of my old loft is a flyer that says, “Help restore the 47th floor.” I think that it sounds like a cool project, then I realize that the building only has ten floors.

Sprinkle

I’m sitting in the corner of a large parking lot. There are people tailgating all across the lot behind me. I watch runners in a marathon jog past. The street is completely filled with all different kinds of people, some in great shape, some not. After awhile the crowd of runners changes slightly, they look less like runners and more like people walking into a sporting event. I see a few people carrying towels or blankets and one guy carrying a case of beer. I turn around to look behind and the parking lot has changed into a field. I look down at the grass and feel water falling on me. I look up and see a huge longhorn cow spraying water out of its nose. It keeps spraying water in arcing spurts, it seems like it is watering the grass and yellow wildflowers like a sprinkler.

Clubhouse

Hanging out in an underground clubhouse. The lower floor is a giant hole dug into the ground and the upper floor is at ground level made from plywood walls. I walk up a staircase to a hallway of bedrooms. I walk into my room and see Brooke asleep in a plastic chair next to the bed. I wake her up to put in her bed and she tells me that some guy is already in my bed. I look and it’s Matt from the frat’s bike team. I don’t know how he got there or what do to with him. I talk to Brooke for a while and wake up later in bed with her. I don’t know what happened to Matt.
There is an old woman in a closet. I am looking for a postcard.
A woman sitting on the beach. She is in a bikini on a towel. She sends her friends away in the car.

Float

I am walking through some woods and come across a long, narrow balloon like the type used to make balloon animals. It is green, but it is much bigger than normal. It is so big that I am able to weave it around my body by wrapping it around my leg, torso and arm. After I do so, I realize I am not wearing any clothes and I begin to float off the ground. I see something move past in the brush and move towards it. It is a person and I begin follow him. I see that he is holding a gun, some kind of rifle. I continue stalking him, using the tree trunks as cover. If I am afraid of being spotted, I drift a bit higher out of his line of slight. I see more people ahead and float higher, up to the level of the tree branches. I see a large group shooting at each other. I don’t hear any gunfire and realize that they are playing paintball. There seem to be at least two teams fighting, but I can’t tell who is on which side. I go higher to get a better view, until I am above the trees looking down on the action. I see a small group separated from the main battle by a group of trees. This small group of 3 or 4 starts shooting at me, but I am too high out of range. Their paintballs explode with colorful splats harmlessly in the air several feet below me.