Paparazzi

At a club, I’m given a camera to join a throng of photographers with camera flashbulbs popping taking pictures around Howard Stern. I jostle through the crowd trying to take good shots from interesting angles, but not necessarily of him. I walk to another room, a woman calls me over, which surprises me and the telephoto lens on my camera flies off and bounces onto the plush chair next to the one she’s sitting in. I sit down, trying to play it off. She ignores it or doesn’t notice. She is gorgeous and wearing a short skirt. She asks me where Jimmy Buffett is playing tonight. I say The Hideaway since I think that’s where he played last night. I make a self-deprecating comment that I should be so lucky and she says, actually I want you to ask me out.

Sex, Boat & Train

She is pinned up against the headboard. I’m on my knees with her legs over my shoulders.
I’m on a larger sailboat docked at a bar/restaurant and it’s taking on water. Langston and I are bailing but someone is standing on the dock with a waitress in a bar t-shirt. And we have to take this person across to the other side. It’s either a small river or lake with the private docks of houses and other bars all around. We try to sail the guy across but I can’t tell if the motor is working.

I see someone running across a parking lot and into a train engine. It is big and modern but still has a steam engine and stove to shovel coal into. I am in the cab of the train now instead. I look through a tall series of shelves looking for the cash box to steal. One drawer is full of electrical switches. The next one down contains value joint connectors for some mechanical function of the train. The third drawer I open is full of dimes and pennies. I debate whether it is worth grabbing as many as I can.

Go Cards

Going to a University of Louisville basketball game. I step up to the sink in a men’s room of the stadium and in the mirror I see that someone has scratched the word “Kentucky” into my forehead. The word is formed in blocky letters in while lines like a scratch or scar. There is no blood. I brush my bangs down with my hand to cover is up. Then I find out that another guy I was with has the word “Louisville” craved into his forehead the same way. I wonder if he was sleeping next to me and whoever did it was writing out the city and state side by side.

Those Meddling Kids

I’m in a bedroom with a small group of girls, we are trying to figure out who did it as if we were Scooby Doo and the gang in the mystery machine. The girls are picking up lingerie outfits with matching pieces. Each one is in red and black. The girls think that the woman who owns these is the culprit.

Adventure

I’ve been stranded in the ocean but swim to safety at a rocky shore.
I’m laying in bed naked watching a TV on a dressed against the wall across from the foot of the bed. I’m under the covers but laying perpendicular not parallel to the way the bed faces. It looks like a hotel, but more lived in. Stacy walks in and asks why I’m laying in bed.
I’m wearing cold weather gear bundled up on an expedition.

Chair

I’m driving through countryside and see a blue chair identical to mine sitting on the side of a hill in the middle of a field. I want to stop and get it.

Charity Fire

I drop off a box of clothes at a charity drop box on the side of a road next to a field. I remove from the charity pile a shower curtain with polka dots and two shopping bags from Disney World’s 20th anniversary. I throw the stuff in the car, jump in and quickly back the car up and whip the wheel around. As the car quickly turns, a wheel slips and the car ends up stuck in a ditch.


In a school, I see a guy messing with a fire alarm on the first floor. Then I am on the third floor and decide to try and find the principal to say that I set off the false alarm. But when I get back downstairs, there is a fire in the bathroom near where I saw the guy. The bathroom door is in the same hall but around a corner still in my line of sight from the stairs. I see smoke curling out and flames inside against the tiled walls.

dirty claw grass horse

Walking through the back of a school cafeteria. There’s dirty kitchen equipment everywhere. I see writing on the metal wall of a walk-in cooler. I can’t tell if it is written with something or just smeared in the grime. Below the writing is a splatter of drops of something. Above them it says something about Getting some right here. A formal looking woman walks down the hall just as an announcement is made over the PA system to announce the arrival of the health inspector.


I’m playing the claw game in a restaurant trying to win a stuffed animal. But instead the claw grabs a few candy bars. I set them on a table and there are 3 Kitt Katt bars. Someone calls me to leave, so I stuff them in my mouth.


In grandfather’s backyard, but it’s not actually his real yard. There are three huge plastic things on the lawn. They are tubular and bent into odd curving shapes. There are three of them but I was only expecting one. They are filled with fruit juice. I read a book on the lawn for awhile then go inside. Dad is inside and has been looking for me, but he couldn’t see me out the window because the Blazer was blocking his view of where I was laying on the grass.


A guy buys a horse and brings it home. His girl and the man that owns his property tell him that the horse is worthless and dispute everything that the guy says he was told about the horse.

Stripper

Taking a trip or vacation somewhere, maybe with my family. Dave comes in and we’re supposed to get a ride home with Sean, but he ends up not coming in for additional ten days. Dave and I wind up going to a strip club. On the wall are a series of paintings of my Dad as a young man and me as a kid and each painting is dated by year, month, day and time down to the second. They are signed “Thompson.” So we’re sitting at this strip club, but instead of the girls on stage taking off their clothes, I take off mine, so I’m sitting at the table naked. I suddenly realize this is odd, so I pull my pants back on. Then a dancer comes over to ask for a dance. Dave gives her ten bucks, so she gives me a dance. She takes me to another part of the club and I set on a couch. As she gives me a lap dance, I close my eyes. All of a sudden she stops. We get up and start to walk back, but I’m naked again now. I know I don’t have ten dollars in my wallet to tip her. So I ask her who did the paintings and she says, “Oh I hate those I have to look at them everyday.” I say they’re of me and my Dad, which just creeps her out.

Old job

Sitting at the square wooden table in the middle of the office of my new company. Sitting or standing around the table are the guys from the old and new agencies. Tim and Jordan are there. Doug, my old boss, is also there and we’re having a normal conversation but it feels weird. He shouldn’t be there.