My OCD comes out

I was masquerading as a teenager, hanging out with a bunch of kids who were trying to start a band. We got invited over to play for this older (40-something) Indian guy. But I was found out - a girl asked me, how old are you? When I told her to guess, she said 25, and I said, you got me (when really I'm close to 40...). Anyway, as the rest of the band was chatting with the Indian guy, I noticed how filthy the keys of the keyboard were, and I started wiping them with a Wetnap. The Indian guy called me out again, but I just had to keep cleaning it. While I was cleaning, they actually started playing music, so I was left out, but I was very happy when the keyboard was finally clean.

Alien ape babies

Some round boulder fell from the sky, and we brought it inside. It started to crack like an egg hatching, so redneckhunter told me to make sure I retrieved the transmitter inside. So I took it out to the back porch, and waited for it to hatch - it got bulbous and out popped a little black plastic thing, so I picked it up and brought it inside.

When I got back inside, redneckhunter had a baby gorilla in each arm, dressed in little clothes. One was a boy and one was a girl. I was a little frightened of them, though they seemed perfectly calm, so I focused on cleaning up around the house. The house was a mess - there were food scraps all over the floors - carrot peels, etc. So I was busy sweeping, and doing the dishes. Then one gorilla started imitating me cleaning. I laughed at him, and then he talked. They were both very intelligent. I asked them if they were going to get bigger or if they were fully grown, cause I wasn't sure if we could keep them if they turned into full-size gorillas.

Mike Skinner with monsters and assorted tedium

I dreamed that redneckhunter and I lived in my parents house, the house I grew up in, which we rented from our current landlord (a very lax and lazy landlord). He, in fact, rented out all the houses on the street, and so we were stuck with the most obnoxious trashiest neighbors. As I articulated in the dream to redneckhunter, the problem is that he rents to anyone - he never did a credit check, background check of any sort on any of our neighbors. I also said to him that it was to the point where I was afraid of driving in our own neighborhood because I was afraid of everyone drunk driving.

Next part of the dream, I was in a house with Mike Skinner of the Streets and his entourage, only instead of sidekick/manager Ted Mayhem, his main #2 was a fatter bigger version of Skinner himself. We were all working on a combination concert movie/horror movie -- a pseudo-documentary of the band on tour ... with zombies.