Battle

A bunch of people are surrounding a warehouse, planning to attack it. They all look kids, high school or college age, but I believe that I am the same age as them. There are groups of them running everywhere. I stop one group, among them are Billie Jo (a college girlfriend), Craig Humphrey (from High School), Blambo (a frat brother) and Matt (a guy that works that TM). I have to fight to stop them. I don’t know which one of them I am fighting, but I feel violet, powerful because I must stop them. But also helpless because they put up a good fight. And there are so many more of them. I let Billie Jo escape while I contain the others. I force them into an empty dumpster as a jail cell. I use some kind of weak chain to bind them together. There are members of other groups that have been captured and subdued, they have been also bound by long trails of chain linking them in a row as they walk by.

Crash

I am driving down a deserted street full of trash, pushing full boxes out the way with the bumper. It is not my car, but an old 70s town car. There is a kid on a bike riding near me. Then I am in an old house. There is an old man there. He is the owner or caretaker? Then I am laying on the floor of the empty living room on a pile of blankets or sleeping bags on the wood floor. I am curled up with a girl. We are trying to hook up but the kid is there. He wants to sleep where we are, he keeps laying down on the other side of the girl. At one point, I am fondling her breast and I look down and see the boy asleep wrapped around her legs using her ankles as a pillow as if she was a giant teddy bear.
Then I am upstairs in a room with Dad. He takes my pipe off a dresser and lights it with a cheap bic lighter. He says, “I don’t know how much marijuana you want to smoke.” He inhales? And hands the pipe to me. I take a hit and say, “I didn’t know you smoked.” He replies, “I don’t.”

Smile

For some reason I was being arrested and didn’t want to give up my digital camera. As the police beat me to the ground with billy clubs, my only thought was hoping that they didn’t break the camera.

Weird Al

I am at an outdoor festival in Bloomington, IN. I know it is Bloomington, although nothing looks familiar. There is a small stage in the street and I am watching 2 guys perform (a drummer and a guitarist). I am enjoying the song they play even though I have never heard it before. Blambo and some other guys join me. When the song is over, the two guys leave the stage and quickly take off down the street. I run after them and call out to the drummer. He stops and I tell him I enjoyed the show. Then the guitarist passes me and I now recognize him as Weird Al Yankovic, even though it looked nothing like him on stage. I say something like that I enjoyed it or that I’m a fan, I felt oddly star-stuck. He paused, nodded at me and continued on. I got the feeling he appreciated my comment. Now Blambo and the guys want to go get pizza or a drink. They start to walk off but I see that Blambo has left his car parked in the middle of the street. He wants to just leave it there. So I move it and try to find Brooke.

Out of character

Stacy and I are in the house we grew up in. Out the front living room window, we see Dad pull up and park a car in the middle of the cul-de-sac. He gets out of the car and then leans back in and pulls a rifle out the back seat. I want to go out and tell him to drop the gun, but I am afraid. I don’t know if he intends to shoot someone, is trying to protect us or is in a stand-off. He gets shot (in the arm or shoulder?) I know it is the police even though I do not see them. Dad gets shot again and stumbles, but he is still alive.

Oh crap

I dreamed I was using the bathroom (in Brooke’s apartment?) When I stand up, I see that there is shit on the toilet seat. The entire bowl is filled and overflowing.

Panic doesn't pay

Adam Schiller, Cary (guys from middle school) and I are among a large group of prisoners in an old castle. A Nazi commander is giving us orders, making us do calisthenics. At one point, we are doing toe touches – bending down then standing with arms waving in the air. It feels silly. Then a few men start shooting their arm into the Seig Hiel salute every time they go up. Next the commander has us all saluting while goosestepping in a circle in the courtyard. (I wake up and think I should write this down, but it is at least an hour before my alarm goes off, so I go back to sleep.)

I dream that I wake up but my alarm has not gone off. I realize it is missing. And I am laying in my bed, which is outside. It is the most gorgeous, sunny, green day. I start getting up and realize that my suitcase and keys are locked inside the blazer. I get out of bed and see that it is at the end of the driveway. I don’t think anything of the fact that I am naked, until two young girls come walking down the street. I grab a blanket off the bed and with some difficulty, wrap it around myself. At that moment, I see Dad walking into the garage carrying a box. I ran across the lawn yelling at him, the blanket a wild mess. It is not our real house.

I am flying to St. Louis to meet someone. But then I am in the city and it is bigger and more industrial, almost foreign. The place I am supposed to go to is gone. There is just an empty scar in the concrete. Was there an explosion or just construction? It is along a crazy highway with multiple on-ramps and signs that look European. Dad leads me (where did he come from?) to a subway station across the street. It is bright and modern and big. A little boy is trying to throw a bouncy ball through a light fixture as if it were a basketball hoop. Dad tells me to take the north train to the airport. But the tracks on our side of the platform are closed. The boy’s ball bounces down onto the tracks, he climbs down after it. I think he will be fried on the third rail. But he is ok. So Dad and I climb down and across to catch the train on the other side of the platform.
Now I am in an industrial area. Did I just get off the train? I am trying to reach the hospital to meet someone. I walk through parking lots thinking that the hospital is the complex I am approaching. But there are nothing but warehouses and factories in the way. I cut through a skate park. There are tons of alternative kids hanging out and doing cool skateboard tricks on ramps. In another area, an older guy in glasses looks weird like he doesn’t belong or stands out to me. But he leads the group around him in some kind of wrestling match. I think I see Paul (from Jersey) on top of an overpass embankment I am now walking under, but it is not him. Further down the path and on the opposite side, I see Mike, San and Fred walking through a field. I yell but they don’t hear me. So I climb the fence to go after them. As I cross the top, I look down and see Paul directly below me, looking up at me. Our faces are practically touching.

Time warp affair

I’m in a strip club with a group of guys, mostly from high school. But we’re sitting on the floor. The girls come out of a back room all at once and swarm over the guys. 2 girls start dancing all over Nick V. And I’m left sitting alone with my back to the wall. I look out the window of the front door and see Langston sitting outside glaring at me. He is with a group of people outside. I go out to talk to him and he walks off. I tell him let’s talk later tonight. Are we supposed to go camping? He just ignores me. I follow him to the street where school buses and his red blazer are parked in the middle of the road. I ask why he’s mad at me. Suddenly, Craig W. is there yelling at me. He screams, “Because you cheated on him with Allison.” But I have no idea what he’s talking about. He replies that I kissed her. They’re really upset. The muscles of Craig’s face are straining and he’s turning red. Now all three of us are yelling. I keep saying that I don’t remember anything about it. To myself, I think that the only Allison I know is the one at work, but we didn’t know her in college. Then I notice lights on in a house across the street and people looking out. I realize that we are on a residential street and waking people up. Then a housewife comes out complaining about the noise and says she’s going to call the cops. As soon as she turns around to leave, an officer appears.

Blob or Hulk?

Looking in a mirror, I put on a blue and white stripe shirt, it is too small, the buttons strain across my gut and chest.

Ceremonial

At my prompting or to support some cause I’m fighting for, an old actor (Tim Conway?) is going to quit some kind of union or group. He says that they never did anything for him anyway. Then at a ceremony, a bunch of actors (the cast of the Carol Burnet show?) present him with a ring set with a green stone as an award or honor. The ceremony took place in a church or now I am in a church. My grandfather is sitting in a pew. Then grandpa and I are walking out of the church and he says, “I bet Angel enjoyed the service.” He motions to the actor that plays Angel from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. He is sitting in an old convertible (the one from his spin-off show) He mumbles a reply about vampires not being a fan of church.

I am driving to a ceremony (the same one at the same church?) but can’t find a place to park, so I circle around the block. It is a beautiful sunny day and flowers are everywhere along the street.

Getting dressed I decide to wear a sports coat with my button down shirt. (or a suit without a tie?) I act as if this is a whole new style because it looks good on me.