Took a bullet for my brother

My brother was some big shot. He, and the rest of our family, was being transported, and I knew there was a trap awaiting him, an attempt on his life.

I knew, but didn't tell anyone (not sure why), and I knew that I was prepared to take one for the family. As we were leaving, my mom complimented me on my sweater, and I said thank you, thinking it would be last time I'd ever wear it.

We were on a bus with a bunch of other people, and I didn't trust anyone. At every stop light, I'd make him duck under the window. Finally, I saw the shooter, and I jumped in front of him, and I stared at the shooter, until the shot hit me in the chest.

Where are all the grown-ups?

Redneckhunter and I had a bunch of friends over for dinner - including J, K, and D - and a bunch of people we didn't know. These new people offered to pay us back for the food, but we were like, oh no, it was just like leftovers (even though it wasn't).

Then we all head out to go to a nightclub. We sat outside the club which was an imposing Greek-temple-like building (like how all the night clubs were in China in the 1990s). A very big (tall and broad-shouldered) girl came up and was looking for D.

After a while I noticed that none of our friends were outside anymore. There were loads of teenage girls waiting outside the club, hoping to get the bouncer to let them in. So I said, I feel like a 12-year-old sitting out here, let's go inside. So Redneckhunter and I went inside, but every one we saw inside was also a teenager. There was a stage with the curtain drawn, so I said, oh the adults must all be back there.

Then the curtain opened, and on the stage, arranging ourselves in perfect rows for our class picture was my second grade class. We were wearing the outfits I remember from the actual class picture (recently revived on my friend's Facebook page). And my second-grade self was up there too, all happy and excited.

Visit to the Mall

I was at the mall with Debbie and petiteseour. They were shopping while I was sitting at a cafe table eating a sandwich voraciously, talking to someone. In my gesticulations while talking I accidentally flung half my sandwich across the mall corridor. It landed at the feet of a man, who then bent down, picked it up, and started eating it - I was shocked!

Then I wanted to go wash my face, so I stopped at a sink that was near the server station and splashed water on my face, but then wanted to walk into the bathroom to actually wash it. Of course, there was a line for the bathroom, so I had to stand around dripping.

Debbie came back to show us a pair of glasses she was thinking of buying. They were large round 70s-style glasses that were prescription glasses that tinted dark in the sunlight.

Then we got in the car. I had to sit on the lap of a guy who looked like Parker, a minor character on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. The mall was in a bad neighborhood of Trenton, and for some reason we had to drive way out of the way past dilapidated houses in order to get out of the parking lot. There were political signs all over the yards.

Streets video

I was either part of the production and/or actually in a Mike Skinner/Streets video, that was being filmed in Princeton. There was a scene on Palmer Square where we could be seen through a window above J.Crew/PNC Bank. Later we were screening a film and I was sitting with Redneckhunter's former boss. At other points, my former boss and my friend Anthony were also in the dream.

Down the Shore

I was walking down a beach boardwalk and saw a girl with ginormous fake boobs bursting out of a tiny bikini top. A guy was with her and he was licking the underside of her boobs. I got off the boardwalk onto the sand and started running. I noticed a lot of non-beachy looking guys - skinny, emo boys. One of them gave me a high 5 as a ran past him. They were all heading for the same place - a boarded up warehouse on the boardwalk (reminded me of Asbury Park). I figured there must have been a concert there.

The secret life of executive assistants and the French

Dreamed I was watching a movie starring Sarah Michelle Gellar as an executive assistant who finds herself in this sordid corporate underworld where ultimate power lies in the hands of executive assistants, who sleep with people strategically to gain corporate secrets, etc.

Then Redneckhunter and I were on our way to the house of someone I do part-time web work for. She was having us over to watch a movie, and I said to Redneckhunter, I guarantee you if it's a French movie, we'll see some male genitalia and someone in the movie will be sleeping with their sister or brother.

Zeppelin crash

I was in a field mesmerized by watching a huge low-flying blimp. I was watching the blimp approach and it kept getting closer and closer and lower and lower, and at a certain point I thought, wow, that's really too low. And I and some others in the field, started standing up and moving, worried that the blimp was coming right toward us, but before it reached me, it crashed, just slowly fell right into the ground.

Then it caught on fire, and the heat from the flame knocked me down. Later I found myself at a hotel where apparently they had brought the families of the crash victims. And I was stopped and questioned by a cop who looked like Richard Belzer. He seemed a little hard on me, until I started crying.