Slides

I’m walk into a crowded movie theatre as a movie is playing. Robin Williams is on screen in what seems to be a serious story set in a foreign country. There are two screens one on each of two walls that meet at a 90-degree angle. There are rows of seats facing each screen. The screen to the side is smaller. I sit down in an empty aisle a few rows from that screen. A man is sitting near me and starts talking to me nonstop. I try to ignore him, then get up and move to the front row of the other screen. I try to find a seat and see Craig Humphrey and perhaps a few other people from high school sitting in the aisle. Tim Funke is a few seats down and waves at me. They start sliding back and forth across the row as if on a conveyor belt that keeps changing direction. The result is that I cannot sit in the constantly filled empty seat I intended to.

Then I am walking down a city street and see a party going on in a loft. It is some kind of dorm building and the party is packed elbow to elbow with people having an amazing time.

Then I am looking into another building. It is a giant window of what looks like a gleaming modern storefront. But it is labeled as The Portfolio Center. The walls to each side are covered in student ads from top to bottom. The wall facing the window has huge posters of student ads hanging from small chains from the ceiling or hung on the wall by glass held in place by large steel screws. The work is amazingly good and one of the pieces is a tequila ad and is labeled with Karl Backus’ name. There is an old pick-up truck (like an old ford with rounded wheel wells.) on display on the floor right in front of the window. It is painted bright crazy colors like an art exhibit or maybe it is an ad. The sidewalk starts sliding and feels like a moving walkway at the airport. But it quickly changes direction and starts swinging back and forth in a long fluid glide. I look down and realize that it is actually the building that is sliding back and forth in front of me like a giant amusement park funhouse.

Run, McKenzie, run

I am racing Jeff down a street. He runs on the sidewalk across the street from me. I jump into the road and run down the center yellow line. Cars whiz past but I don’t notice or fear them. I am taking giant, super-human strides, it feels like I am flying I am running so swift and light. But Jeff is always right there even with me. The road is now deserted of traffic and runs downhill and winds around. The road narrows and runs through a small town. It reminds me of Old Shelbyville Road in Louisville. I realize I don’t know where we are racing to and look around trying to recognize something. We approach a subdivision and pass a row of houses. I see Jeff slightly ahead turning into the subdivision. I cut through a field before the turn and catch up to Jeff as we run down a hill in the field around a house. I wonder if we are racing to the house on the hill over the river.

We all move on some day

I am hiding in a strange house. I crouch down and peek out a front window to watch a few people (a family?) get into a car in the driveway. I am waiting for them to leave. I turn around and Grandma is standing in the round. I try talking to her and cry because I am so happy to see her. Then I notice she is talking with a slight New York accent. So it sounds like she is yelling at Grandpa. She is telling him what to do as she is holding a blouse on a plastic hanger. We are planning to take everything out of the house.

Leader of the pack

A pride of lion people roam in a suburb without houses. They walk upright and do not have fur or manes, but live in the wild. I am trying to join the group and am supposed to kill something but refuse. A man throws a rock at me, he seems to be a leader. I think he is challenging me to a fight, but he starts yelling at a another guy. The leader runs into a lake waist deep and begins hurling stones at the shore.

Adventure

Stacy and I are among a group that enters a bar. There is supposed to be a comedy troop on stage, but only one guy comes out and starts singing an intro number.
In a run down house with the same group. Ghosts appear as floating hats. If you put on one of these hats you become the ghost. One guy doesn’t believe, but then a hat lands on top of the hat he is wearing and his reflection in a mirror appears as a skeleton. To stop the ghosts, you have to put your hat on over top of their’s.

Diving for treasure, sunlight has to hit a boulder-sized rock on the bottom to break the spell and reveal the treasure (or the rock turns into the treasure?) I consider raising the rock up or placing a series of mirrors underwater to reflect the sunlight down to it.

Soggy fries

I walk through the front entryway of a hotel to the pool inside. Inside there is a clown standing in the water. He looks like a dishevled Ronald McDonald. His red hair is longer and frizzier and his clothes are looser and rumbled. The clown is complaining about the guys in the kitchen, who I can see through the open counter set into the far wall. He is saying something about how they better not mess up his order. I hear someone respond to him and look over to see the real Ronald McDonald standing at the edge of the pool talking to him.

Maybe Baby Mama Drama

Woman cutting up everything in her apartment with scissors. Across town, a woman gives birth but won't hand the baby to the nurse to cut the cord. Her parents try to talk to her but don't accept that she is gay, she wants her girlfriend to cut the cord. She stands up on the bed pleading her case. But when she gets down to leave, she passes out and they take the baby.

Abandoned office supplies

I throw a stapler and another small box onto the roof of an old house. They slide down and the box falls into a cardboard box below as the yard slowed floods. The stapler lands in the gutter.

Drafted

Riding bus through a military base, a colonel waves as we pass. Out the window I see helicopters with the front removed.

Set up by gangsters

Danny Devito is a mobster and accuses me of crossing him. Rizzo tries to give me cash but
I leave. I walk out of the bar to my car parked out back by the dumpster. My car door is open. A bunch of high school kids run up saying that a girl was raped in my front seat. There are muddy footprints. They put the car in nuetral and start pushing it out of the parking space. They put a girl in the front seat and demand that I take to her to the hospital. And I know I'm being framed.