My front yard is flat at the sidewalk & then has a 6-7 foot steep rise. The driveway cuts into the embankment. I was leaving the house, walking down the drive & noticed a van had crashed into the embankment. No diver to be seen. The next morning I did the same thing & smacked myself in the head for forgetting to do anything about the crashed van. A neighbor warned me I would get a ticket if I didn't move the van. I told him it wasn't mine. He told me the longer I let it sit there the more unlikely that claim would be.

A guy had come to town to help the people with their lives, businesses & government. He worked with some people, advised them on strategies & investments and gradually the things he suggested started to work out for people. When planning for a party, someone said that he wasn't so great, he was just from the future and knew what was going to happen. At the party we resolved to confront him about this claim. Then people started talking about wanting to know their future, like where & how they were going to die.

I went back to an old place of employment because they needed something done. I didn't know anybody there or what they did & they seemed to just 'conference'. I went to my old worktable & looked around. Somebody dropped off some materials to work on. They had chosen the wrong way to go about things. Another company, up the street had the right equipment. I went to explain it to the saleswoman, Karen but she was in the bathroom. I waited for her to emerge and when she did I saw she had shaved her head. Anyway, she told me to go ahead. I took the artwork back to my work area & proceeded to dig out the old equipment. It all came out of walls & the ceiling like some kind of inverted Transformer. Some of the newer employee were looking curious as they had never seen the equipment. Off to the side, a wall had opened up revealing a grassy field in the night. A guy walking across the field got shot down by a sniper. Then, another and then, another. Then this guy went walking out to a thick tree where stood, shielded by the tree where he started playing blues with an acoustic guitar. The sniper fired some kind of smoke bomb at the tree that emitted bright green and red smoke. Th singer ran back inside.

My sisters & I went out to some place in the country to buy some furniture. We drove thru a couple automated, remote control gates, got out of the car & went thru 3 more. I couldn't walk fast enough to get to the next gates each time & had to call support to open the gates. When we finally made it to the house it was a big bland McMansion. Everything was white with light blonde woodwork. We met some yuppies but saw no furniture. It was getting on towards 2L30 PM and I had had nothing to eat all day. I was getting hungry. Host said there would be food & ushered us down some stairs. We went thru a dark gray modern bar area, essentially a hallway with a bar on one side & stools & a shel along the wall. I could find no food. After the bar was a large dark meeting / performance room. It was filling up. Motivational speakers came out on stage & worked the crowd up. They started telling the audience to do stuff & they all fell in line doing it - waving, barking & such. Finally they started telling the audience to attack one another. Chaos ensued as people started trying to kill anyone in sight. I backed out into the bar & asked the bartender if he could make an public announcement asking my sisters to meet me at the bar. He scoffed me and I told him I hadn't eaten all day & my blood sugar was out of whack & I needed to leave & get something to eat. A woman behind me said, "That sounded a lot like a threat to me." The bartender agreed and they both glared at me. I turned & left the bar. I went down some dark hallways and encountered other people trying to get out. We found a bank of outside doors and went out but there was nothing but 10' high chain link fences topped with barbed wire. I went back inside & looked for any other exits. I found another bank of doors that opened out to a city street. I asked what town it was & was told Norwood, OH. Definitely not in the country. Anyway, I knew my way home from there & I really wanted to get away from that place. I caught the first bus & asked which way we were going & if this route intersected with my route. He let go of the steering wheel, took his foot off the gas, turned & started talking to me. We were going away from where I wanted to go & I would have to transfer twice to get home. It was getting late. At one bus stop there was a discarded magazine lying on a retaining wall. It had pictures & stories about slashing, mutilating and killing children.

The steering went out on the Batmobile & I crashed into a big pile of straw on the SE corner of McMicken & Ravine.
As I was digging the Batmobile out a tall young, leggy white trash girl came up, sat on the sidewalk & started telling me about how her school schedule was so full, she couldn't take any electives.

I had set up a drum kit in the park (in the snow) and was proving to myself that I couldn't play drums. I looked over and, at the top of a hill & a flight of stairs I saw a girl watching me. She slogged down the snowy stairs & walked over to me. She looked like Mayim Bialik. She addressed me & I was kind of gruff, trying to blow her off. She appeared a little hurt but persevered. I realized I was being an asshole & engaged her. Apparently, she could actually play drums. Somehow I wound up in the doctor's office she worked in. She escorted me to an examination room where we expressed how we were both drawn to one another. We kissed briefly. Then Neil Patrick Harris, the office security guy, barged in. He took an immediate dislike to me & appeared to not be Mayim's favorite person, either. H hassled me & threatened me but eventually backed off. Mayim & I went on a date. We took one of those scenic train rides. The seats were wide & comfy. I woke up.