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.

Was in Frogtown, taking mom out to do errands. We stopped at the bank and, outside, a guy approached us and asked if we wanted to hear the word of God. We declined and he gave us business cards & walked down the sidewalk towards the grocery - our next stop. When the guy reached the gas station at the corner, a crowd quickly formed around him. We started to hear a voice coming from the crowd. I stepped forward to see & hear what was going on. My mom wasn't interested & waited at the bank. As I neared the crowd, I saw the guy holding a small transistor radio & from it came the "voice of God". It was scratchy & compressed with a lot more bass than I'd expect from a tiny speaker. It seemed to be 2 voices slightly out of sync. I couldn't understand anything. About that time, I saw Malka across the street arrive home from the grocery. I followed her in & up the stairs to her apartment where about a half dozen small to medium sized dogs were waiting. She had died her hair blonde but hadn't gotten the roots. I tried to tell her the guy across the street at the gas station was playing the voice(s) of God on a cheap portable radio. She was not interested & seemed kind of annoyed.

In different dreams I got to hang out with my old dog & make out with Fran Drescher. Not a bad night.

Got home with Bunny & found a young woman in my bed. The covers were piled up high, like about 2 feet & just her head was popping out a bit. I uncovered her head & put my hand on the side of her face & she snapped at me to "get your fuckin' hands off me!". I pulled back the covers a bit more & saw she was a police officer. I pulled back the covers more and found she was missing the lower part of her body. The severance was really rough & bloody like there had been an explosion or one helluva shotgun blast. Later and I don;t think it had anything to do with that, I was at a real redneck, white trash bar. people were murmuring about me & casting hateful glances at me. I went to the bar to order a beer & the waitress said she wouldn't serve me and she & a couple other people indicated I had gouged out the eyes of a friend of theirs. I told them I had not which just made me a liar, so I left. rough night.....

There was a network of poorly modeled CGI animals looking for a deer. I was helping one in a large cemetery along a river. Winds started to pick up & a tree was bending wildly in he tumult. Finally it uprooted & fell towards me. It landed about 5 feet from me. I hopped on my bicycle & started riding through the cemetery having given up looking for the deer. Another tree fell about 10 feet from me. I came along a partially flooded roadway & rode through water about 2-3 inches deep & came upon a number of people. I almost ran into a guy who appeared to be a rock collector. I was riding like I was drunk.

Went to visit mom at the nursing home. Met sister E, who had lost a LOT of weight, at the reception area - she was already inside & buzzed me through the door. Inside we met the executive in charge - a pompous jerk around 50. As we walked down the hallway we discussed cell phones & he complained his gold plated jewel encrusted phone got lousy service.
The interior of the building was seep red with white trim