Running from something

I was with Redneckhunter and his brother who's in the military, along with some other servicemen in my old high school cafeteria. Something upset me and I shouted to the room at large something about "Stupid white people just don't understand!" and ran out. I kept running through the school (only it wasn't my actual school anymore), up and down stairwells, through locker rooms, into the library, up and down the stairs of the library.

I am such a nerd

I had a dream that included some sensual lovemaking.  Only while we were in bed, we were sending each other messages on our phones via Facebook.  What the hell.

The Klan

I was driving down Washington Road in Princeton, going down the hill approaching Streicker Bridge. I took my eyes off the road for a second, and when I looked back, I saw a row of white hoods. There had suddenly appeared 5 or 6 Klansmen standing in a row, blocking the road. I slammed on my brakes in fear, and I forced myself to wake up. I didn't know what they would do to me, but I didn't want to find out.

More things latching on and not letting go

I have a recurring dream where things latch on to parts of my body and I can't get rid of them. The latest one was the mangy cat from The Book of Eli movie. The cat was on my arm, digging its claws in, deeper and deeper. I tried to wake myself up, but couldn't. So I tried to yell or scream to wake redneckhunter up, but I couldn't make a sound. I tried to move to hit redneckhunter, but couldn't move. My theory on these dreams is that I'm sleeping on that body part funny, so I feel the cramping and the pain, which manifests itself in the dream as an animal attack.

Flesh torpedo

My friend brownie's baby is very long and thin, but in this dream she had a baby who was the fattest thing I've ever seen. He was basically like the little fat Asian kid in the movie "Up!" only as a baby. He was all swaddled up, with just his fat face sticking out, no arms, and he was like a sausage. I was carrying him around and saying, "Look at you, you have no arms, you're like a little flesh torpedo!"

Fashionable fugitive

I was staying in a hotel with a girl who I had met last year on my honeymoon in Peru. She was a Chinese-American girl from NYC and I had a bit of a girl-crush on her. Anyway, in the dream, I found out that she was wanted for some crime and was on the lam, and she had disappeared again but left all her luggage in our hotel room. So I needed to run upstairs and find some clothes of hers to give to the investigators who were looking for her.

I went upstairs but instead of just grabbing the first things I found, I ended up going through her clothes and trying stuff on and getting distracted. She had some awesome clothes, including a vintage Chanel wool shift dress, very Joan-Holloway-Mad Men-style. She had a great black cashmere sweater with an awesome graphic lime green pattern on it. Finally I could hear the police downstairs talking, so I realized I should go down, so I grabbed those things and went downstairs, so of course I was mortified when they took the Chanel and basically threw it on the ground for the search dogs!

Ray Corvair Trio

Dreamed I was out with petiteseour and redneckhunter, and I saw a marquee advertising that The Ray Corvair Trio was performing. So I got really excited and insisted we buy tickets. The Ray Corvair Trio was a band that my friend Royce and I got really into in the late 90s - even though they were from Boston, they had a standing gig at The Knitting Factory. They dubbed their music as "surf noir," and they had a retro look that Royce and I both were into. I liked the guitar player and she liked the bass player, and we would chat with them after their gigs.

So I was very excited sitting in the theater waiting for the band to come on. The show started and the guitar player (looking 10 years older) was out on stage playing acoustic and singing. Though Ray Corvair was strictly instrumental - they never sang. Very different, I thought. Then it just got weirder. There was spoken word and noises a la Laurie Anderson "O Superman," there was theatrical pantomime, and it was all really mopey. I had to tell redneckhunter and petiteseour that this was nothing like what I liked about them.

I was so pissed, I actually walked up to the stage and started trying to talk to the musicians, to let them know my unhappiness. When that didn't work, I went to the box office to try to get my money back.