Went with Steve R back to his place one evening. Somehow we got to the roof of the semi abandoned old tenement building. He then rappelled down to a window, went through and opened a door on the roof so I could enter in amore civilized manner. I wasn't sure if he was living in the renovated section or if he wa squatting in the unrenovated section.

Rode my bicycle to the Clifton neighborhood in Cincinnati. It kinda vaguely looked like the place but it ws a riot of hills and a hdge podge of architecture with buildings at & frequently below street level. I locked my bike in front of an old Victorian mansion in a ravine with only it's 3rd/4th floor towers poking above street level. I set out on foot. There was a parade about to happen & people were all over the streets. It ws hard getting around so I started (dream theme #527) climbing walls & fire escapes that became dead ends & then I had a hard time going back to find a new way. I finally started entering buildings & at one point found myself trapped in the dark. I eventually found a basement window & after kicking out the barbed wire, ws able to crawl out. I had to get back to my bike but my wandering had disoriented me.
FWIW, the previous day there had been a big sports parade in Cincinnati & today's plans had me going to Clifton.

I was walking S on McMicken around sunset. A group of teenage girls passed me - mocking & insulting me as they walked on ahead.
I came across a man in an open garage who was trying to start a gas powered lawn mower with no success. I offered him the use of my extension cord. He plugged in the mower & pulled the starter cord and the mower coughed & chugged to life. I noted the other end of the cord was connected to nothing - didn't matter. As we were dealing with this some more teens walked by insulting us.
I headed on, crossing down to the Parkway. The man with the mower passed me from behind carrying his mower in a box.
2 older young women came walking up behind me & were sociable. I told them I had to use a bathroom - they said to come with them, their destination was near & I could use the facilities there.
We went into an industrial type building built around the 1930s. After entering, the women abandoned me. I went about looking for a bathroom. Everything was painted a dark drab industrial green. Doors had frosted glass panels. I entered a room on a metal landing & heard voices. I walked down the stairs and around a corner found quite a few naked teens toiling at something. It seemed odd so I went out the way I came in but was confronted by a 40ish woman who bade me to stay & work. I declined her invitation & went to leave. She pursued me but I gave her the slip. As I went through a doorway to the hallway to the outside, I was confronted by a woman of Asian descent who claimed to be a detective. She wanted to arrest me. She was with a young bald handcuffed black guy who claimed to know me & he apologized profusely for narcing on me. I had no idea who he was & told the detective so. She didn't believe me & wanted to take me to police HQ. I told her I really had need of a toilet.

I was on a bus & we needed to transfer. I was starting to wake up & I was getting nervous because I didn't want to wake up & miss my transfer stop.
In some dream world dimension, I'm stuck on the #33.

Took a train to one of those campground / recreation areas where people live in cabins & trailers for the summer. Once there, problems arose between campers who didn't get along & such. But it got deadly - Ray T was out to kill me. Fortunately, he wasn't very competent. There was a security force there & they were a bunch of wanna be militia guys strutting around in fatigues, riding in Jeeps & toting shotguns. All necessary when dealing with summer campers.....
Well, maybe so because some camper developed a murderous clone and, while the campers destroyed it, he made another & another...
Management called out the security force on their frivolous behavior & campers tried to evacuate but we couldn't get the train going. Trying to cooperate, the campers were constantly squabbling like characters in a cheap zombie movie.
I remember finally getting out on the train & rolling past the offices where the security force was sitting around on lawn chairs looking real dejected.
Only problem - Ray T was on the train & still out or blood.

There was brain surgery involved - I was watching but I think I was the patient, too. The brain was dry & pink. I don't think we were in a hospital either and the patient was sitting up.

I forget what was going on but Phil L. had died his hair a kinda orangey blonde & had gotten a curly perm, too. With his dark 5 o'clock shadow it was quite a sight.