I’m at work, and everyone is having a party. For some reason, I’m late. Everyone is playing some kind of fun game. For me to play, I need to get a notepad so I can write down the answers or something. I find a notepad and sit down. But there is only two sheets of paper in here, and they’re both written on. I see some notepads on a table across the room, and head towards them. I’m finally able to pick one that doesn’t look too used.

When I go back to where I was, well, I can’t seem to find it anymore. I select another spot, and I notice that I’m alone. The party has moved somewhere else. This isn’t a party game. This is some kind of test. The questions are written up on a white-board. I’ve got about two of the questions answered, when Yoshi comes in and tells me that I’d better hurry up, because the time limit is almost over. Crud! The next question is about arranging these product boxes according to some kind of Nielsen shelf chart, which I don’t have.

“I can’t do this stuff!”, says I. This is salesman stuff. I work on the Web. There’s no reason for me to know this. Yoshi tells me that I have to finish it or I’ll get fired.

I wake up.

This is a kinda weird one. Jan and I are driving to the market. I’m feeling really “fuzzy” and am having a hard time with coordinated movement. And I’m driving. I see a parking space in the lot and pull into it, but not very well. I back out to have a better go at it, and someone else pulls their car into it. Suddenly, I’m very confused because there seems to be cars everywhere and all around me. I head towards the back of the lot and find a nice space.

Jan apparently goes right into the store. I want to wear shorts, but all I have is a couple of jeans. I take a box-cutter knife and hack the legs off of them. But I can’t change into them right there because there are a bunch of kids playing in the sand-pit right next to the car watching me. I’m still feeling very fuzzy, but I start walking to the store. There’s a lot of sand that’s been dug out of the pit by the kids, and its all over the parking lot.

I walk into the store and immediately see Jan. I start to tell her about all the kids in the sand-pit, and then look up. Its not Jan, but a tall, thin black guy. “You’re not Jan.”, I said. He takes me by the wrist and leads me towards the other side of the store. Along the way, I think I see Jan by the ATMs, and I think she sees me. I mouth the word “Help” as I go by.

The black guy leads me into a cubicle/office against the wall of the store. He says “You’ll be just fine, sir……..drunk. “Excuse me? What did you say?”, I return. He takes me to the manager’s office, behind a sliding glass door. I try to explain that I just need to find my wife, and I’ll be out of here. The manager lays some papers on the desk and asks me to sign them. I look at them and its about my shoplifting some items. “WHOA”, says I. “I didn’t take anything. I’m not signing that!” Some other people come crowding into the office, and I’m thinking about making a break for it.

I wake up.

I think I’m with some co-workers, at some kind of meeting. We’re walking through this building, moving from one conference to another, and I look out of a window. We’re several stories up, and I can see across the city (Burbank?). I know my house is over in that direction (its not, really), and it looks like smoke is coming from that direction. I quickly tell someone that I’ve got to get home, there may be an emergency.

I look back, and quickly see that it wasn’t smoke, but the way a light was reflecting off of some other building. Doesn’t matter, I want to go home anyway.

I’m riding in the back of a pickup truck, and I notice going by one of the buildings. It is Last Gasp, Inc. (For those of you who don’t know, its a comic publishing company) I can see their logo painted on the front windows of the building. I try to remember exactly where it is, so I can return to it later.

I’m crawling along the ground and rubble. It looks like a collapsed building. There’s someone else with me, and a weird, dog-like thing. I crawl from behind a column, and a bullet ricochets above my head. I crawl behind another column and stop. I look around it, and about 500 meters away, I see two, maybe three, figures on an elevated ledge, taking aim in my direction. All in all, it reminds me of my Halo 2 video game. I peek out from behind the other side of the column (there are definitely three of them) and take a shot. I got one of them, and the other two start shooting. I tell the dog-like thing to take out the other two.

I wake up.

It seems lately that every dream I remember, is only because I’ve awaken during part of it. Therefore, because I had been dreaming, I remember what it was.

But, damn it, I can only remember back just so far. I know there was more to the dream, but I can’t remember back towards the beginning of it. It’s kinda frustrating to be writing this down, only with part of it in my memory.

I had a real interesting dream Thursday night/Friday morning. I even told it to Jan, but now neither she or I can remember what it was.

Grrrr.

Its night, and I’m on a train, along with others who I know. The train pulls into Union Station, Los Angeles. Suddenly, I have to find a toilet to drop a load. (I hate to say “take a crap”, because I don’t take anything, I leave it) I find one, but its completely open. No stall, no room with a door. Just off the main passageway. I’m trying to wipe my ass from a particularly messy dump, and my friends find me to tell me that I have to hurry.

Now I hear my cell-phone ringing. But its not on me. I must have left it back at my seat. I finish up and start heading back towards my seat. Now the train starts leaving the station. DAMN! It can’t be helped. I’ve gotta find that phone.

I wake up.

I’m out in my backyard (but not one I recognize) inside my chicken coop with the chickens. I pick up one of the chickens, and I see that its trying to lay an egg. It is partially visible from the back of the chicken. I drop the chicken, and it squeezes out this huge mutant egg. I kinda looks like this…

It is slightly smaller than a basketball, with a hard, wrinkled texture. I look over at the chicken, and it is passed out, exhausted from trying to lay such an enormous egg.

The dirt seems to be covering the egg. It now looks like only a portion is visible above the ground. I can see that there are other similar half-buried eggs all around the yard. I dig out the egg with my hands. In the dirt, next to the egg, there is a jelly-like mass. I’ve no idea what is was, but it was definitely gross.

I woke up.

This is an apocalyptic dream. Civilization has collapsed, but society is ordering itself again. I find myself with a few others in an abandoned comic store. Wow, there’s some rare and prized items in here, and I can just take them. I remember picking up a thick softcover book that I know is very rare, but I can’t remember what it is.

I’m living in some kind of communal hotel that requires a key-card to enter. I walk out, and suddenly remember that my card is in my bag/satchel in my room, which I can see through its open door. I’m trying to explain to the door guard that my card is right there, but he won’t let me in.

Then I awake.