Phil Donahue, with his long manicured fingernails, was driving around and around in the parking lot looking for a good spot.

Weird post-apocalypse crap with GeeBee. Malls, parking lots, trendy shopping, automatic gunfire, ravaged streets, desolation in the distance and a feeling of desperation in the air…..
I had a camera. It had a back about the size of a small iPad with a screen. The lens was large & interchangeable.

I was in my parent's garage when my sister rode up on a white horse. She was carrying a large classical painting. She was attended by a servant on a dark horse with a white marking on it's chest. Later, another servant appeared on foot.

Really bad leaks in the ceiling. I didn't have enough buckets to catch them all. I went outside & found I lived in a mountainous desert area and the house was built along a cliff. Kinda wondered where the water coming through the roof came from. I climbed the corner of my brick house to see if I could see anything on the roof. The bricks had horizontal holes in them & there were nests in some of the holes. A group of hispanic kids gathered around on the ground below me nd laughed at me, calling me an old man. They laughed and told me to watch out for snake nests.
I started to freak out.
I couldn't see any problems on the roof but I had a hard time climbing down.

I used a sickle to murder a man who worked at a cemetery. To cover up my tracks, I dragged his body into an old brick barn that had been painted white & I set it on fire.
It must have been Christmas Eve because the next day I went for a Christmas walk in the cemetery with my girlfriend (no idea who she was). A cemetery worker who was driving a truck while standing up in the bed (I have driven trucks like this in dreams myself) spotted us and chased us, releasing dogs to join in the pursuit. He was carrying a rifle. At one point he threw a net over my girlfriend, ensnaring her. He then proceeded to drag her around.
He handed us over to the police and, after awhile, they let us leave. We cleaned up and went to some kind of formal dinner & a parade. My girlfriend & I told a few of the partygoers about the incident. I did not tell anybody about the murder.

We gathered at Julie's to go out to lunch. Rob showed up and so did a gaggle of Julie's family including cousins, aunts, uncles & nieces & nephews. Her basement looked just like mine but it was neat & clean & painted bright blue.
When we went out to the car, the street & houses all looked real small. Rob noticed it, too. The street was brick which looked kind of out of place for the mid 20th century cottage houses on the street.
There was a kid sleeping in the car which presented a dilemma since there wasn't room for 5 in the car.

Somehow I wound up at a service station in, like, Iowa or Minneota or something. I was on vacation & was having car problems. The tall thin, geekily cute vlonde manager was helpful but the staff was kind of surly & jerkish. They worked on my car & I went off riding around sight-seeing on my bicycle while the work was being done. I found & rode around a large abandoned factory grounds and through a modest to nice neighborhood probably constructed in the 20s or 40s. It was fall.
I got back to the service station & work was semi done but there was some problem with the bike & car. Bike rack? Again, the manager (Tina?) was very nice and apologized for the ill mannered staff.