Getting by with respect

I am walking across a long highway bridge, traffic roaring past. I am tired. Suddenly a 4 by 4 little off road cart (an ATV) pulls up at the driver says hop on. The driver is a retarded kid, his body is bent and limbs are too short. The 4 by 4 is his wheel chair. I climb on and he takes off into the city. We are cruising the streets of NYC and I give him an address by cross-streets. We pass a high school marching band getting off a tour bus and the kids yell out his name to stop. He just laughs and keeps going. After he drops me off, I walk past two women calling his name. I ask if they are looking for the kid on the 4 by 4 and point out which way he went.

I am in and old diner or cafe, trying to raise or lower an American flag thru a hole in the ceiling. I lower the flag but can’t remove it, it is sewed into the rope. I try to raise it again but it won’t go up. Am I pulling the rope in the wrong direction? An old man excuses himself as he passes in front of me to put a folded American flag up on a shelf. It is more like bunched into a rectangle than folded into the proper triangle. The man is a veteran cleaning up after a meeting of his veteran’s group that meets here.

Stop the party

I am at a mansion, there is some kind of huge yard sale out front and a party inside. There are old round wooden tables, each one covered in identical merchandise. Across the yard are white linens hanging from trees or fences, blowing in the breeze. On the other side of the yard is someone grilled and served picnic food for the party. I walk up a staircase towards the inside of the house, behind me I turn to see Andrew and Chauncey. I am amazed and overjoyed that Chauncey is alive and embrace him.

I am in a crime lab talking to a forensic investigator (the young guy on CSI) about a strange noise coming from another room. In the corner of the room, a body that I thought was dead says, “Try the key of C” I turn to look at him and it is just a head sitting on a tray attached to several wires. The head blows onto a comb wrapped in wax paper like a harmonica and the noise in the other room answers him in kind. The noise is now recognizable as whale song. I go into the other room. It is a bathroom like a locker room. I see a dolphin floating in a glass shower with the door closed and full of water. The dolphin rises out of and above the shower door as if to talk to me. But instead it leaps up and toward a window. As the dolphin leaps out of the window, it changes into a small polar bear. I yell that it’s getting away as I watch it run off across the courtyard 2 or 3 stories below.

An old man pulls off the road to give a kid a ride. The kid is pushing a bike. The old mans is going to put it the trunk. But instead he picks up a cart on the side of the road and tries repeatedly to throw in up on top of some scaffolding on the side of a building on the side of the road. The cart flies up almost hooks on the bars of the scaffold, then falls again.

There is a magic show in a never-ending field. It has a Central Park feel, everyone on blankets on the grass. A magician comes through the crowd, doing tricks. He makes a raw turkey appear and hands it to me. I look inside.

There is a little girl shooting bottle rockets by my apartment. When I walk up, she runs off. I pick up a bottle rocket she dropped. I want to shoot it across the lake and try to skip it across the surface like a stone. I go inside to find a lighter. Beth is inside vacuuming naked. I move towards her and she backs up against the wall towards the corner of the room. I lean in to kiss her while closing the front door. She turns away towards the corner and gets her skin caught in the closing door above the hinge. She yells, “Ow, my nipple!”

Savage

I am in an unfinished basement. I pass a refrigerator with the top and bottom doors opened. I assume it is unplugged, but there is ice on the eggo waffles inside. I take a piss in the corner of the room. I hear someone coming down the stairs. I hide behind a table. A huge cockroach scuttles past against the wall.

I’m walking through an airport and turn to watch a hot blonde go pass me. Her hair hides her face. I think, “I love the airport.” Then Brooke is telling me not to go, that she has two condoms.

Making a break for it

I am in a group of prisoners. We are standing in a line being circled by giant silver robot guards. One of them breaks or is destroyed? Another prisoner drags half of it away. We make our escape.

I am running down a city street, chasing a man. Several other people are chasing him with me. I jump the corner of a bench trying to head straight for the man. I realize that I am running and jumping faster than my psychical shape should allow. Next I jump onto a large concrete flower pot, off of it onto the truck of a car. As I am running up the roof of the car onto it’s front hood, I think that this is not the most effective way of chasing, it would have been faster to run on the ground. It seems I am being left behind. I jump onto the next car in front, someone inside yells. As I leap from the trunk onto it’s roof, I see it has a sunroof. I slide through it into the passenger seat. The driver is shocked but I yell for him to drive. Drive! And point to the man being chased by a few people. The driver takes off and I know we will catch the man I have been chasing. The car I jumped into is a trans am. The driver is smoking a cigarette that looks like a joint. We pull up in front of a club, there is a huge line outside. Has the man hidden among it or has the dream changed completely? There are people from high school in the line. The driver and I are now supposed to meet up with them. McKenzie is there. I tell the driver to park in a gravel lot. Then a group of us are walking through a parking garage. Dave Thomas stops next to a dumpster that is twice as tall as a normal one. There are all kinds of bottles standing on top of it. Someone else lifts the lids quietly and Dave reaches up and removes a bottle of tanqaray and a gallon bottle of rum containing red liquid. Dave raves about saving his booze and that the fruit punch is already mixed in. Security had confiscated it and we were sneaking through the garage to avoid them. I finally enter the door to the club, I am in a foyer about to buy tickets. I can’t see inside the club but it feels almost empty. I also think that it might be a comedy club even though that was not what I was expecting. I step up to the counter to pay. Tickets now cost 50 bucks.

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.