I drove out East Main St to go to a city council meeting. The place looked like a roadside motel with pop/candy machines out front. Problem was, it was the county commissioners hq - not city council's. I decided to take the shortcut walking through the woods to get to the right place. It was night time but there was some kind of illumination. It didn't take long till I was completely lost.

Went to a birthday / reunion party for some guy I didn't really know. He was a customer & his company was right out back. The guy knew a lot about the history of the area. He said the area used to be some kind of park.
There was light food & a lot of redneck kids. I wandered around in his company's building. Ran into Sting who was working as a security guard. I monkeyed around with some of the equipment but couldn't figure it out. I put my attendance on my time sheet as customer service.

I was working in a big old hotel / apartment building. Not for the hotel, but in an office located there. In my spare time I wandered about & would peek behind unlocked doors. I found a room that was furnished as a living room with a bunch of antique furniture stacked up at one end. I saw a book case I really liked. I tried to find out who used the apartment so I might offer to buy the piece. I began to wonder if the place were abandoned or if the owner was dead.

Went with old friends to see old relatives far away. There were mountain highways involved. Somehow I kept getting blood everywhere. A lot of the relatives were dead and very weakly re-animated. My grandmother collapsed like a deflated balloon & her teeth scattered across the floor. One uncle appeared to be a garden troll who moved around without using arms or legs and when he spoke - his whole head tilted up and down like on a Pez dispenser. We had an argument in a park. It was autumn / winter, the grass was brown & trees were barren. My shoes were filled with blood.
My friends and I had to leave. Relatives were frustrated.

Ninja assassin strippers who can freeze in the air like in The Matrix.
No idea what was going on. Rivalry with another club?
The secretary, Becky, was charged with murder.

My parents had converted the dining room into an office and hired a hot secretary. I was chatting with her about piercings when my dad came home and plunked a big old computer down on the desk. He thought he had made a good deal on a "fixer upper". He promptly began to open the case up to start working on the thing. I doubted his bargain was going to come to much but I was excited to see the guts of this antique.

There was the annual marathon runs coming up. Various marathons were run all over the city for a weekend. This year, however, there was a serial killer sniper on the loose. There was a lot of tension along the routes & caution was the main topic of conversation.

I was attending a conference, discussion. It was at Joy's old house. We sat around the dining room table. Dan Hurley was there. There was supposed to be some world renowned person there. More people came and the dining room table soon got pretty crowded. I questioned if the world renowned guest might be a no show. I was informed he would be there. I mentioned that he better be worth it. I was scoffed.
As it got later, the host's kids returned home from the babysitter's.

A good sized group of us, 6-7, were cruising around in the country in a big old brown LTD station wagon. Louise was driving. It was around sunrise/sunset. We passed a car parked along the road. People thought something was wrong so we stopped and investigated. I thought it was just a parked car. Nothing proved me wrong. There was a bunch of junk in it. A little farther up the road was a small blue one story house. There was a pickup truck in the driveway. My companions again thought something was wrong and decided to investigate. As they entered the unlocked front door, calling out "hello" to the empty house, Greg doubled back & got a sawed off shotgun out of the LTD. I was glad we had the leverage but hoped he wouldn't get trigger happy.
Once inside some of the entourage went up the stairway to the second story. Yes, I know it was a one story - it was a dream, ok? The place seemed to be the residence of a single man who was a reasonable house keeper. A small boxer appeared at my feet in the kitchen. He seemed confused but friendly enough.

Went to a whore house/brothel/bordello.
It was just a bar in the front. Bar on one side tables on the other. Down a short hall was a back room with a pool table and a couch flanked by end tables with lamps. The walls were a dark orange & there were pictures hanging crookedly. Went with friends the first night. It was fairly busy. Second night I went alone. Hooked up with a girl with 80s hair. hey - I like 80s hair. Third night it was empty. I went up into the bar room & the lights were turned off.

Busy night.
Went to a music festival, hung out with some vampires....
Went to a creepy tavern. It had been in the neighborhood for years but we had never been inside. It was a windy autumn night. There was a large dining room in the basement. There was a young Maitre'D working there. There were no other patrons. We explored a bit & found passageways & stairways that went all over the place.

I arrived home to find the door disturbed and stickers and notices plastered on it. Inside I found stickers about the house, theoretically in pertinent locations, that said "THIEF" in large white block letters on a blue field. I seemed to know what they referred to and knew they were erroneous - a misunderstanding.
I gathered up some stuff in a laundry bag in the bedroom (which was a mess).
In the kitchen, on the breakfast bar thing was a letter that told me where to report.
I don't remember the trip but I arrived at what was, I guess, a government building. It looked like a large hotel. There was some sort of police / military group practicing parade drills in the lobby. I took my papers & laundry bag to the desk where the clerk was rather short with me. I guess my "thief" designation didn't help. I was told to wait so I went to the restroom.

I was at a relative's house. I think it was a kid's birthday. It was a kid's party. The place was a mess with screaming kids & gossiping mothers.
I did not want to be there. I tried to excuse myself politely but was thwarted every time. I finally decided to just leave. I could not find my shoes and somehow all the coats had been soaked.
Frustrated, I just walked out into a raw windy autumn night. The pavement hurt my bare feet. I walked up on the top of a concrete wall about 10 - 20 feet high and about a foot thick.