Wild Boar-Elephant Attacks

I just had one of the weirdest dreams I can remember having in a long time.

I was at the ocean with my brother.  We were swimming out in the waves, and he said he wanted to do a test.  From nowhere he produces a gallon jug of cooking oil (while skulling), and pours out about half of it, then tells me to swim through it for a bit, so I can see what it feels like.  It was just a thin, oily feeling, not like gulf coast oil spill covering you until you die.

We continue swimming back, and now I am holding the oil container, which is half oil, and half seawater now.  At some point it gets really heavy and almost drags me under for a minute.  Then my powerful swimming talent kicks in [ed: I did used to swim as a kid], and I get over it.  In my sleeping brain, this was some sort of science experiment that I now "got" as to why the jug suddenly got heavy, something to do with density changes and swimming through pockets of warmer water.  I called my brother over and gave the jug to him, and then he sank, until his swimming memory kicked in too.

Beetles in the rice!

I was back at my parents' place, hanging out in my room with my childhood next door neighbor. I noticed that my mom had hung up on the walls of my room a variety of photo frames in different sizes. These were the large frames that had mats for multiple photos, and my mom had left in the sample photos of random people that had come with the frames when you buy them.

I went downstairs for breakfast, and many members of my extended family were there. I went to get some rice out of the rice cooker and we were out, so I went down to the basement to get more rice to make another batch. In my parents' basement is a storage closet in which they have kept all our toys - only when I walked in, the toys were gone, and instead there were stacks and stacks of Kleenex boxes. I had a container and was scooping rice out of our big rice tin, and then I noticed that I must have scooped from the wrong tin because there were a bunch of almonds in my container. I started scooping the almonds out of my container, when I noticed a bunch of huge beetles inside my container. They freaked me out a little, but there was one that was just a skeleton, so I started with that one. I picked it up with my fingers and then it started to move! I dropped it and really freaked out and woke up saying "AAAAH!"

Adventures with Redneckhunter

Redneckhunter and I were investigating the disappearance of several women all in the same apartment building. One of the apartments we went into was deceptively small upon first glance - it just appeared to be a studio, but as you kept going, the rooms kept branching off. In addition to the studio galley kitchen, there was a whole separate kitchen with black granite and stainless steel appliances. There was a library with wall to ceiling bookcases on all 4 walls. But when you looked at the books they were all brand new Modern Library collection books, as if the woman just bought the entire collection at once to look good in the library, but she didn't actually read any of them. Redneckhunter kept wanting to go down to the alley to look up at the apartment windows, but I kept wanting to just explore the apartment for my own curiosity more than anything...

Redneckhunter had to go on a date with Taylor from VH1's Tough Love. I got to be in his head. She started fake crying.

We were sleeping in my mom and dad's room. When I was little I used to like going through my mom's clothes and trying them on, so while Redneckhunter thought I was asleep I caught him going through my dad's clothes and doing the same thing.

Office Space

My office had moved to my parents' house. Most of my parents furniture was still there, but everyone was moving in. I started running around telling people that they couldn't put stuff on the bookshelves, that all that furniture would be taken away because my parent's owned it. I started wondering whether my parents even knew that my office had bought their house...

I couldn't let go.

I was with redneckhunter coming into to our entryway, and I was eating 1/2 of a very large peach. He started peeing and splashed me with pee. I got mad and tried protecting my peach, which only seemed to spur him to splash me more. There was pee spraying everywhere, it was like running under a garden sprinkler, I was completely soaked.

Then, we were in my parents' basement, packing for a trip. We were going somewhere with friends of ours - another couple. Everyone else was packed, they were just waiting for me. I was spending a lot of time packing my carry-on bag - books, mp3 player, headphones, etc. Then it occurred to me, I hadn't actually packed any clothes yet.

I'm regressing...

Last night I was in high school. I can't remember exactly why but I was having a hard time at school, though I was close with one of my teachers - played in the dream by a guy I'm acquainted with who works for my college alumni magazine.

So I came home to find my next door neighbor's house and my house completely painted white. And both houses were adding extensions. In my parents house we were adding on so much more that we were going to take on boarders, so I suggested having my teacher stay with us. There was one point when we were hanging out on a brand new wrap-around porch, and my teacher just gave me a very chaste kiss on the lips. I was a little worried that my parents had seen it.

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.

Road Tripping and Garage Door Smashing

I am at my childhood home, but I am my current age.  I am with a bunch of other adults, including the cute lady about my age who lives in my current building.  There are about 12 of us, and we are dividing up between cars.  I am in the driver's seat of one of of the cars, and my neighbor is sitting in the passenger front seat.  A bunch of other people are crowded in the back, and we're parked in the court out front of my house, waiting for the other car to get packed up.  The car is a station wagon or something similar, not a car I currently own.

Next, for some reason, I drive around block while we're waiting.  I'm not driving that fast, but for some reason the car is careening around as I take turns and weave between the cars parked on the sides of the road.  As the car turns, bodies are tumbling to left and right, pressing into the people seated besides them.  This causes me some amount of dream shame for some reason.