Blurry messy dream state (from hitting the vaporizor no doubt).

I arrive at a country home that is a little run down in a car I borrowed from the people who live there. Its on a dirt road at a fork in the middle of noplace in particular.

I am inside now and there is the stereotypical pothead pad decor with bean bags and roll up couches and all. Except for the fact that its all crowded into a small studio apartment sized room. A lady (the woman of the house) tells me to make myself comfortable and that eveyone else will be back soon.

Hayden skinner (a guy I knew in highschool) is there now. I have made myself comfortable and I think I was playing video games on a little 13" TV that is sitting on the floor (like the good ole days hehe). He is being Hayden, kinda big, kind slow, kinda dumb. I guess I had said something snide that he took offense to, because he suddenly looks all serious and says something about me not having to be that way. I took a good look at him and he was totally present and serious (not a normal look for Hayden). I realized that he was being offended and cool about it at the same time, so I reached out to shake his hand and said something about regrading our relationship to friends and being nicer to each other (mainly me being nicer to him, but we both understood). He shook my hand and smiled earnestly.

I am in the garage of the country house and it is huge. Several people are there including the woman of the house who is married to the mad scientist in the garage. He looks like an actor I have seen many times but cannot remember anything about him. Anyway, he is a younger looking 40'ish blond guy with clean cut and shaven features. Very clean guy with a very clean laboratory coat on. He is working on a HUGE computer that takes up the back two thirds of the giant garage. I can tell that he is almost done because he is practically jumping out of his skin with glee. He is running around plugging a memory stick here and adjusting a switch there. I see inside since I'm looking over his shoulder and notice that he is using new and old chips and boards in the system. I comment on that and he just says yep. But I could tell he appreciated that someone noticed.

I realized that a mad scientist is labelled that because of the crazy grin they have on their faces while they work. Then I realized that the crazy grin is the product of increadible happiness from being so close to the satisfaction of completing a major life goal. To be so driven to achieve something, then to actually achieve it, must be quite a rush. No wonder people who over-achieve become addicted to achieving.

***Dream shift***

I am carrying Tiffany along the side of a main drag through a small town at night. There are cars going by with their lights on but I don't stop any of them. I am trying to get somewhere up ahead and start to run to get there quicker. I don't know why Tiffany is unconscious, but I'm not that worried about it. Its like she is sleeping and I am just trying to get someplace. I run across this overpass on the sidewalk and start to drift towards the road. Just as my last step that will land on the sidewalk leaves it, I pass by a pole on the outside and reach out a hand real quick to grab it for an instant, which swings me and Tiff back onto the sidewalk perfectly.

***Dream shift***

I am laying Tiff down on a little wood and wrought iron bench in what looks like a fire station. The mad scientist dude is there and he starts checking Tiff. After a while he says she is ok. We both know that she was just sleeping.

***Dream shift***

A blond girl (Feels like Tiff) in ski gear is walking down the walkway from the house to leave. She has all her equipment with her strapped on or packed in her pack and her bag. I walk out into the snow after her a little ways and ask her why she has to leave. She says if we are given all these lives to work on things, then we have a responsibility to eventually win in the olympics. I can only say "True". But thats not what I feel, I am only letting her go for her.

***Dream shift***

In a normal "nice house" garage with the mad scientist dude and his wife. He is showing me her new car that is the fattest mercedes in gold and leather. She is working on something on her workbench on the otherside of the car. Its all clean and glowing white with the two gold cars parked in there. I notice that there is a person sleeping in the new mercedes. The couple started getting upset, but are afraid to do anything. So I tell them I will take care of it, and go over to the car. There are 6 or 7 crippled midget bums snoozing in the car. I wake them up and tell them that they can't be in there, and that they knew that. They are all looking busted and resigned to their fate. I tell the rich couple that I will handle this and they go about their business in the garage without another look. I pull the first midget out and he has no hands. Just stumps at the ends of his forearms. I walk him over to a clear spot and punch him in the stomach twice and once in the face. He falls on the ground and squirms a bit holding his face with his arms. I go back for another bum and bring him over to the squirming guy. This one only has one missing hand and a scarred face. I try to punch him in the belly by he kinda blocks me. So I try it again and he does the same thing. So I try to hit him in the face and he blocks me again. They aren't good blocks but just enough to keep me from hitting him. So I grab him and ogoshi him to the concrete. He flips over and lands on his back with a solid thud then I lean down and punch him a couple times in the stomach. The other bums were running around in the garage hiding now and when I turn around the garage door is open and they all go running out. I feel bad about what I had to do, and I can tell they don't hate me for it, but it was funky anyways.

***Dream shift***

I am in a living room with Tiffany and another guy. I think its the other guys house. There is a shower stall against one wall and a walkway into the bedroom behind it. I have just asked her if she still feels like she wants to be with me? She says for now she does, but that she is leaning toward Michael. She tells me that Michael said we were moving to fast and that she should back off and think about what she was doing with me. I thought to myself "thats the pot calling the kettle black". Then I said "Whoa, he is trying to steal you back."

Then I woke up to dog snorting.

Nathan Wandrey

041116 05:30