I flew to Japan with one man and two women. We went shopping at a membership warehouse and filled our carts to the top.

I was first of our group to get into a checkout line, and realized that we would have to put all of this stuff on the airplane to get it home. There was too much stuff and too heavy for the airline to let us on with it.

One of the ladies behind me was unloading her cart full of canned goods and I told her that we wouldn’t be able to take any of the stuff home with us. She froze holding up one can, and we left our carts in line.

At the airport we had difficulty going through customs. Back home, I went to the high school on my bicycle.

I was a man and had just bought a nice piece of land far from town. Almost immediately my land flooded. I brought in load after load of dirt to fill it in. As soon as it was looking good I went for a drive with my small daughter.

A man tried to give me a wad of money. I felt like I knew him and the reason he was giving me money, but couldn’t quite pinpoint it. I tried to refuse, but he insisted.

On the drive home in my buggy I stopped by a power line that was laden with snow and hanging dangerously low. The man who gave me money was stopped ahead of me. We both reached out our windows, grabbed the low line, and shook the snow from it.

Then the man was gone and the scene replayed: I reached out and shook the snow from the line. He had never really been there. I had been alone the entire time.

I was directing a high school play and we were gearing up for opening night. The CBS television station took some special interest in our production and provided a lot of money and a new location for opening night.

The entire cast and crew marched through the streets with banners on our way to the new location. When we arrived at the new theater, we saw it was extremely dirty, old, and had only enough room on stage for a few supporting actors. There was no backstage and no way for people to get on and off stage other than climbing over its front, four feet off the ground.

The kids were nervous about all of the television coverage and the new location. I had them do a run-through, and the lead actor, Jason, insisted on reading from his script. They were not ready, and we were supposed to open that night.

Off stage left was a giant hole and then a staircase going down where the rest of the cast and choir had to go. The people on stage could not see them and could hardly even hear them, but there was no better option.

I convinced the lead actor to try a scene without his script, but he couldn’t remember his lines. We were not ready.

I was at a side market getting two heads of cabbage and a brunch of broccoli. I picked up my second cabbage head and saw Lacey in it. I took it back to the boat to show my father that I had her.

We could sneak her onto the boat and the men in suits who took us hostage would never know anything about her.

I was driving with a girl in the passenger’s seat. It was the middle of the afternoon and very warm and sunny. We passed a large tree that had each one of its leaves wrapped in white cotton. The cotton wrapping was so large that each leaf was the size of a toilet paper roll.

The girl, in awe, asked what it was. I told her it was a cottonwood tree.

I drove my car through a gigantic parking lot and parked at the end furthest from the building so as to be out of the way. My mother’s car is parked there, as is a friend’s truck.

We all drove to the building entrance in my mom’s car and stood around outside talking for a while before my Mom got into her car and left.

I thought I had driven my car to the front of the building, but I couldn’t see it anywhere. I figured I must have left it at the other end of the parking lot.

I was walking through the giant parking lot toward my car when a bus drove by and stopped ahead of me. The side doors opened and the volunteer work group from Ohio leaned out and told me they had an extra seat for me so I would not have to walk.

I told them my car was just ahead, but thanked them for the offer. I walked the length of the bus and B got out of the front door. He tried to convince me to ride home on the bus with him. He wobbled around a bit, his legs gave way, and I sat him down on the steps of the bus.

I asked him what was going on with him. He looked sick and very, very tired. I put him back on the bus and sat him next to Matt. I told them I would be home soon. The bus drove off and I turned toward the end of the parking lot and my car.

An interior hallway now existed where the rest of the parking lot used to be. A professionally-dressed woman walked around the entrance reading some loose papers in her hand. I looked all around and decided to see where the hallway led.

I went down the hall a long way and came to an intersection with another hall. I went back to the entrance and asked the woman if she knew the way to my car. “Take a right,” she told me.

Back at the intersection of the two hallways I saw a door on my left that I did not remember seeing previously. I saw that she meant the hallway through that door and went down it. I followed it for some time and ended up in a mens’ bathroom.

I went into one stall with giant steel doors. There was no handle on the outside, so I had to pull on it from the top to open it. I saw there was also no latch on the inside. I needed to urinate but realized that I would probably be interrupted because that is what happens in all of my other dreams.

Instead of emptying my bladder I stepped out of the stall and looked at all of the toiletry items lined up on the counters around the walls and round table in the center of the room.

The coach was sitting at the table looking through reports. I told him that I had lost my perfume, explaining why I was in the mens’ restroom looking at the toiletries. I picked up one bottle that looked like mine, but it smelled different.

I rubbed the coach’s shoulders, thanked him, and started out the door to find my way back to my car. Another man sitting at the table with the coach sneered and asked if I was really dependent on my vehicle. I knew that he disapproved of my laziness.

I told him yes, I was very dependent on my vehicles, both my car and my bicycle. His face turned red with shame and said, “I didn’t realize you rode a bicycle. But I guess there is a lot I don’t know about you.” And at nearly the exact same time I told him, “There is a lot you don’t know about me.”

I was leaving my parents’ basement with B. Everyone around us was in a hurry and trying to escape the house. I had spent a lot of time talking with one of the guys who lived there and he seemed to develop a crush on me. Izzy lived there as well.

I took one small dog out the basement door, leaving its mate upstairs looking out the windows. I snuck out that night and put the dog in the playhouse down the hill and crawled inside with the dog.

Back in my parents’ house I talked with the boys who lived there and B teased them about their skin care regimen. The boy who had a crush on me yelled at B that every time he buys something to make his face healthier it ‘disappears,’ and we all knew that he meant my mom threw it away.

I took another dog, medium sized and black, out into the dead of the light leaving its mate also upstairs. There were no lights shining from the house and no one could see me. The dog’s mate was upstairs looking out the windows and, sensing us there, starting whining and crying.

I put the dog into the playhouse and tried to crawl in after him but would not fit. With the two dogs the playhouse was too full. The black dog laid down with the smaller dog and was very sad.

I was flying to Europe with B and a small child. Flying over Paris we could see a huge new airstrip being built in the middle of the city. It was built almost vertically in order to save space.

We flew close to the airstrip so that we could land and the woman sitting next to me gt sick seeing all of the people and trucks stand sideways on it near the top. The decorative top of the airstrip — six large diamonds — was not yet done.

The strip was shaped somewhat like a track: oval exterior runway with a body of water in its center. We landed pointing down towards the ground as other planes on the other side were taking off pointing towards the sky.

We got out of the plane and had to slide the remainder of the way to the ground through a green field on our butts. I pretended to mow the green grass with my hands. I was sad there were no flowers in the field.

In the near distance I could see another tall item above the surrounding buildings. It was grey and not close to finished. I wondered what it was going to be.

I walked through a ton of little shops looking for a bathroom. No one was talking, and when I asked someone a question their answer scrolled by the bottom of the screen in text, much like a video game. A kind person pointed me towards an unmarked door that led to a giant bathroom.

There were three rooms in the bathroom, each filled with men and women. The bathroom was unisex, but I didn’t care.

I then needed to find gas for my car so we could drive to England. I could see a gas station on my Gameboy map. I moved my character towards it, down corridors and around corners, killing any animals I touched.

I had to urinate really bad. I was barely able to make it to my mom’s basement bathroom.

I pulled the toilet lid and seat up and then almost fell in. There was no time to put the seat down, however, because I had already begun urinating. I thought about trying to put the seat down while I was emptying my bladder, but knew that would make a mess. There was a lot of urine coming out of my bladder and it fell into the toilet forcefully.

I held myself up with my arms as I peed. I looked down at my lap and saw that I had been holding myself up with my arms for so long that my hips were tilted wrong and pointed over the edge of the toilet. My urine was missing the toilet and falling onto the floor.

There was a lot of urine on the floor. My socks were soaked yellow from it. When I was finally done emptying my bladder I used my clothes to try and sop up all of the urine.

I wondered how I would walk out of the bathroom completely naked and holding urine-soaked clothes without anyone noticing.

A girl in her late teens stole our cars. B and I were in a small house in a suburb when I looked out the window and saw the girl replacing our two cars with junkers. She drove a rusty 14 passenger van into one spot and a junky truck into the other spot.

I called the police but no one picked up and I had to leave a message. I felt panicked that I couldn’t talk with someone immediately. On the recording I read off the girl’s license plate number and made sure to say that both of our cars were silver.

I went outside to confront her. She and her friends were laughing about ‘liberating the rich.’ “But we aren’t rich!” I thought. They were under the influence of some drug or alcohol.

She stood on the street with her friends and a bunch of junker cars, staling all of my neighbor’s vehicles and replacing them with rusted junk cars.

Misti was laying in a loft at her parents’ house. I climbed up into it to talk with her.

Then I was in a school looking for the Project Adventure door. I wandered through the halls looking for it, when I found one door hidden in a very small closet. The door was horizontal and came out under a bench in the room. Now that I knew where the room was, I reasoned, I would be able to find the other door; it had to be close.

I tried every door in the near vicinity. Behind one door was a teenage girl sitting at a monitor in a tiny closet-like room. I closed the door immediately and went on. At the next door I wondered if the girl had been wearing any clothes. She followed me from door to door and spread rumors about me.

I went home and, still seeing the junk cars in our driveway, asked B to call the police again.

Damon and I visited my parents at them home. We went inside and I sat in my dad’s chair in the living room.

Damon wandered around, went downstairs then came back upstairs; he was getting ready because we were going out. He grabbed a small wig from the dining table and put it on over his real hair. It looked the exact same as his real hair in color, length, and style.

Melissa stood in the living room as I worked at putting my hair into a long ponytail. I told her that the function we were going to is very particular about hair.

A volunteer from work came inside and said she was tired of waiting in the car. With her is a medium-sized dog that I leaned down to pet on my way downstairs.

I told B that I was ready to go while the volunteer talked with Mom and Dad at the bottom of the stairs.

I heard the motorcycle start outside and was a little miffed: B’s ankle was still hurt and he should not have been riding the motorcycle. I started up the stairs to tell him we should go in the car when my dad, standing on the very bottom step, reached out his hand and brushed my arm, then my butt.

I stopped five steps above him, turned around, and threw myself at him. He stood on the floor holding his bare foot—he hurt it when he slid down the last step.

I was certain that my action sounded like an accident, that I fell and caused him to fall down the last step, but I wanted everyone to know that I acted purposefully.

So I screamed at him, “Do not touch me! It is inappropriate, inappropriate to grab my ass! I hate you! I hate you for touching me!”

He ran up the steps halfway after me to forcefully shut me up, but I retreated into the dark landing at the top of the stairs and he backed off.

I continued to yell at him, getting closer to the bottom of the stairs as I did. I yell about him touching Melissa and how I would never forgive him for that. He, my mother, and the volunteer all backed into the downstairs kitchen while I continued to yell.

Dad was embarrassed at making a scene in front of the volunteer, so he hand wrote a note on a letter-sized piece of scratch paper, folded in in half, and handed it to me while I yelled. I paused to read the note.

The note was written in a tight cursive and looked nothing like his real handwriting. His note said that Melissa had told him one of her brothers had mistreated her, and he wanted to protect her from that. I looked up at him, Mom, and the volunteer, knowing it was a lie.

Then I was standing with B beside our fish tank in a darkened room. I was feeding the fish but became distracted by the yelling in another room. I dumped a ton of fish flakes into the tank and laughed about the excess.

I opened the frog food container and pinched a few pellets to drop into the tank. B held the bottle for me and started spooning the pellets into the tank.

The bottom of the container was much shallower than the sides indicated, and I though it odd that the manufacturers would want to deceive everyone into thinking they were getting twice as much food than was actually in the container.

I told B that he would make the frog sick and tried to grab the container from him, but he laughed.

I was cutting some wild iris with very thick stalks. When I cut the stalks, white powder fell from the cuts. A car raced around a corner and smashed into the flowers, spreading glass everywhere.

Jason, B, another girl, and I were then running from the man who owned the flowers: we weren’t supposed to be picking those flowers and were in trouble. We climbed through a dense forest up a hill. There was a bike path at the top of the hill that had a lot of traffic. We hid from those people, knowing that we were wanted criminals.

Finally the way was clear and we climbed to the top of the hill. There was a door immediately on our left just standing there. We went through it and into an industrial looking back service hallway.

The hall periodically opened up into larger rooms, each with a bunch of well-designed items lined up. They looked like they could have been positioned for show as though in a museum, yet at the same time they were in storage.

We each pretended to be a famous designer for one of the items. I pretended to be the man who designed a bunch of wooden chairs with curved seats and low backs. They stood in neat rows and I told everyone I had designed them. Damon sat in one and complimented me on how comfortable it was.

We went through another door and came out into car derby arena. We sneaked into a large square office in the center of the large room. The man sitting at the announcer’s table with a microphone was the one we had been running from.

We never left his property, but instead went in one big circle.

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