I was driving somewhere with my father when we noticed some small private planes flying overhead. They were low enough for us to think it was unusual, but then we saw that two of the planes were tethered together and were flying dangerously close to some power lines. The front plane crash landed on the top of a telephone pole, leaving it balanced directly on top. The other plane was dangling to the side, connected by some kind of cable. They hung there for a few minutes, but as we drove past the intersection where the planes landed I looked out the back window of the car just in time to see the top plane slip off the pole. Both planes shattered to a million little pieces in the intersection and the jumpsuited crew scrambled down to brush the pieces onto the sidewalk so no one would drive over them.
I was in a college class with my wife and one of my coworkers. The class was held in an old house and we all sat in a circle of chairs in the living room for the main class. My coworker was talking with a girl loudly while the professor was trying to speak, which was increasingly annoying to me. The professor called on me to answer a question that I didn’t actually hear and despite my best efforts all I could do was turn to the girl and say “Would you shut the hell up?” The girl ran off crying and my coworker followed her. The rest of the students were put off by my outburst but I couldn’t do anything to hold it back.
Later I was sitting in the sun room with my wife when an old station wagon pulled up. Two people got out told us they were taking my wife to a covenant to get her away from the bad influences in her life. In reality my wife’s great aunt is a nun, so they mentioned her name to prove that they knew who we were and that they were serious. We were both quite upset by this.
As I was walking my wife out the front door my coworker was tauntingly reading some lines from a play about a couple being split apart, probably because he was still mad about what I said to his friend. I was so annoyed I pulled out a large kitchen knife and stabbed him between the shoulder and collarbone. I left him on the floor and walked out the front door.
My wife and I went on a haunted tour of a sunken city that was supposedly haunted. To reach the area we had to scuba dive down narrow tunnels filled with what looked like stretched marshmallow. It was supposedly ectoplasm suspended in water but it was easily cleared away by swirling my hand in the water. We didn’t see any ghosts but the dive was enjoyable and the underwater architecture was interesting.
I was going to a video store to rent some VHS tapes. The building was all glass with metal beams between the panes. The clerk sent me back to a separate room with all the tapes on racks several stories tall. I was going to rent a specific movie, but when I got to the far corner of the room there was a car crashed inside the room. On the hood a woman was laying crumpled, apparently hit by the car. I walked around and was browsing the shelf. The woman got up and creeped over to me. Apparently she was an employee at the store who dressed up like that to increase the ambiance of the store. We found the movie I was looking for and joined a group of people who all wanted to watch it in a part of the store that looked like a classroom.
My wedding was coming up, I was staying at some kind of rental house getting ready. I had to travel back to my parents house to find something in my old room. The room looked exactly as it did when i was in high school. I had to root through several drawers to find something. The next day I had to go back to the wedding venue for my sister’s wedding.
I visited a friend’s house whose family moved from one house to the house next door. We laughed about me going to visit and having to move one house over to ring the right doorbell. The new house had lofted rooms with large wooden beams framing the rooms. We looked in through the glass front door and saw embers glowing at the bottom. We looked at the other house, then back to the modern one and the beams were on fire. We broke into the house and put the fire out with small extinguishers.
I learned about a baseball player who gets physically larger when he feels negative emotions. He resembled Venom from Spiderman but was severely depressed about his larger form. Some of his friends had to console him which seemed incongruent with his powerful transformation.
I was leaving a large event and was walking through the arena parking lot. I saw a man in a blue car that was shaped like a minivan, but was only large enough for him to lay down in, with no room for other passengers. He said something I knew was directed to me but couldn’t hear. I doubled back to see what he wanted. He seemed surprised I would acknowledge him and smugly walked off, happy that he got my attention. I realized he had been buying drugs, and while I was talking to him his dealer had snuck up behind me with a knife. I wheeled around and reached for a weapon of my own, but suddenly woke up.
I was actually still sleeping in reality, but woke up in the dream. I told my girlfriend about the dream but neither of us knew what it meant. I walked out of my bedroom and realized we were sharing the payment with an old coworker of mine. I walked back to the bathroom, which was painted a dark red color. The ceiling above the tub was leaking, but luckily the water drained away. I went into the hall where there was another bathroom and bedroom for our roommate. The ceiling was crumbling in the other bathroom, with pieces of drywall falling from the suddenly impossibly high roof. I sat down on the bed and a small dog and cat ran up, both had what looked like sweat rolling down their faces. I checked the thermostat but it didn’t appear to be working. I turned it down to almost 40 degrees but the room stayed warm.
My coworker drove us to meet a friend of his in a tan SUV. We arrived at what looked like a boardwalk arcade set up in a warehouse. It was a kind of art exhibit, but I couldn’t enjoy it because I was afraid I would be late for work and kept checking my watch.
I was at an airport waiting for a flight. The building was laid out like a shopping mall. Since I had time before my flight I decided to go to the bathroom. I went down an escalator and wandered around until I found it.
Inside there were several large sections, but where the urinals should have been there was a wide open room with a huge carpet covering he floor. The carpet had a pattern of circles on it that resembled a golf training mat, with different colored circles designated with different values. I figured that although there were no walls or explicit rules about using this room it was the norm to do one’s business on one of these circles. I picked a large red one labeled “probably a hole in one.”
From an adjacent office I heard airport staff complaining about a motivational speaker who was giving a seminar in one of the airport conference rooms. They believed he was a con artist who would be sued by one of the old ladies in attendance. By the way they were talking I assumed this was not the first time a speaker like that had visited the airport.
A friend from high school got a tattoo on his shoulder of two concentric circles. As I was talking to him the tattoo started leaking ink. The ink leaked down his arm until it changed into a confusingly complex geometric shape. It changed again later to an arcane symbol. He didn’t seem to notice or care about what was happening on his skin.
I bought a house with my girlfriend and we were starting to redo the interior. Everything was extremely dated, with flower pattern wallpaper and strange color combinations. We worked to repaint and reorganize things with some other family members. I went out to my car and realized that the house didn’t have a garage, though I was sure it did when I bought it. The house had a sidewalk in front, then a dramatic drop to the street below. I couldn’t park on the street because there was no shoulder, and the sheer cliff would make it impossible for me to get up to the house even if there was a place to stop. I drove around a steep ramp to the neighborhood above to try and find a road on the back side of the house.
I was at my parents’ house helping my old boss interview candidates for a job. We were sitting in my old bedroom reviewing resumes when I noticed a kid wandering around the house. I tried to help him get to where he needed to go, but I wasn’t sure where that was. I had a cellphone that was shaped like an iphone, but it bent in the middle at an angle so it would sit up on a table. I left it on my bed while I was wandering around the house.
I went into the garage as both my parents were pulling their cars in. They went through a complex series of motions to get three cars to fit in a two car garage. When they got out they seemed agitated and asked if I had checked my phone recently. Apparently something happened earlier in the day at Wendy’s (the fast food restaurant) and they had been calling me non-stop. When they couldn’t reach me they somehow got in touch with my parents. I ran back to my phone and saw dozens of missed calls. This made me angry and I went downstairs to where the land line phone is in the kitchen. After several unsuccessful attempts I punched a hole in the drywall.