Friendly fire

Guys in military outfits (mainly Navy type sailor suits but blue instead of white) Some of them are in army style khakis. They must have been planning some kind of attack, because I am with a group (police force?) that ambushes them. They are all carrying machine guns shaped like WWII cannons. But none of the men try to fire their weapons. Instead, they run away. But some of them run towards and right past us. Then I am chasing several Navy bad guys down a street and pass a bar. I see several real Navy guys looking out the window. Suddenly my perspective shifts to inside the bar, where several other Navy guys are leaving through the back patio. Some other army type guys yells to stop them. I know they are innocent, but do nothing.

Campus life

Watching a movie and in the middle of a climatic scene, the film stops. I can’t remember who I was with, but we went to the restaurant in the lobby and stole plastic coffee creamers.

Standing on a college campus and people are throwing paper airplanes out one side of a building, I think it is an engineering competition, but somebody says “stupid sophomores.” Soon all kinds of paper and mess are flying out, faces in every window. I see Mike Boros cheering out one of the upper stories. Even though I should be too far away to see, he waves for me to come up and join the fun. Then a white foam finger sticks out a window and then extends down several floors swaying.

Worst party ever

I’m in a house with Brooke. A party? A guy, an old friend of hers is there, they greet each other warmly. He pulls her into a room. Suddenly, the house is no longer a house, it is on a ship the size of a cargo or cruise ship. I walk into a room and see a girl, a guy, Brooke and her friend getting out of a shower. They are toweling off and happy. I don’t want to make a scene but catch her eye and motion as if to ask, “did you all just have sex?” Later she tells me they did, I ask why didn’t she invite me to join? Her reply is that it would have been weird, an uneven number of boys to girls.
(I actually woke up mad at her, the clock said 7:15, then I fell asleep again and dreamed that:)
I was in a car with Blambo. We pulled up in front of a white run-down house with a brown ratty lawn. Blambo is talking to Brooke at the door, but it is not her. Then a really old woman in black lingerie is standing with them on the porch.

Switcheroo

Taking something in the Blazer, I decide to steal a bean bag chair from neighbor. Dog barks and jumps up. I pet it. Then a woman comes around the corner with a big dog on a leash. I tell her I was picking something up from Don’s house and introduce myself. I make some small talk, when I finally turn to go, the Blazer is gone. I assume I have the keys, so how did it get towed so fast? Someone across the street calls my name. The Blazer is parked in their garage. But it is not the my current dull red and silver blazer, it is the old bright red blazer.

Getaway

I pulled up and hopped out of the Blazer, but left the engine running. This happened near a school I was driving to talking to a young girl. The blazer drives forward on it’s own. I try to run and jump in the open drivers side door, but the car is turning in a circle blocking me from reaching it. The blazer turns in a complete circle jumping the curb in the process, then it straightens out and drives across the lawn and through a street of shops. I chase after it and the blazer crashes into a shop. I enter the shop and it is a women’s clothing boutique. The blazer is crashed against the back wall but the racks of clothes are still upright and undisturbed.

Stacy came by holding hands in a row of girls, I try to duck under their arms but they break the chain. I think to myself that this had a meaning.

Thought a guy was wearing my old turquoise Chuck Taylor all stars, but his were covered with red marker as if he had tried to repaint them.

Every day is another adventure

I’m walking through a house and see a man having sex with two women next to an overturned mattress, the room is a mess with all types of porn scattered about the room.

I sneak out of prison and into a castle made out of boulders stacked up. There is an old woman that tries to alert whoever we’re hiding from. Then we’re in a bar that looks like a ski lounge. I take off my shoes and almost leave without them. As I’m going, I see a man putting on my socks.

I am on a snowy road and see Rubin drive by. There is a baby on a ledge.

Go time

A man I don’t know tells me to get ready. I trust him, the items and supplies I grab seem very important even through I grab clothes quickly at random. I’m packing quickly in a hotel room, it could be in the jungle. There are all kinds of flashlights and laterns on the dresser and ledges but none of them work.

The hotel pool

I was riding a razor scooter through a hotel. A beautiful young woman passes me and I turn to follow her. As I’m checking her out, I wreck into a display rack of clothes. I get up and roll off in the opposite direction down a crowded hall. I am happy and not embarrassed. Then my handlebar knocks into a large shelves that rolls forward. Someone behind me yells, “Are you alright?” It is Jeff McKenize looking just like he did back in high school. Suddenly I am walking with him and Donald Littlejohn next to a pool, crowded with kids and people lying out. And I’m telling them how this is the pool that I come to every time that I come to Disney. Then I contort myself to lay on my back on the scooter and roll along looking up at them. It should be an impossibly awkward move, but I make it effortless and go on talking. I tell them I don’t know why we came to this pool, there are too many kids here. And that there are beautiful women at the Royal Caribbean hotel. But that the hottest chicks anywhere are at the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino pool in Las Vegas.

Crime fighter

I was Opie from the Andy Griffith Show. I was talking to Andy but don’t remember about what. Then I was trying to decide which one of five items to turn over to the FBI.

New job

I was hanging out in Don’s new office which doesn’t actually exist in real life yet. It was swarming with cool arty types, some bustling about working on TV spots and others lounging around drinking coffee. It was an exciting place to be, bursting with the possibility of doing great work.