I was in a cornfield with one of my friends (one who is quite goofy and doesn't really take anything seriously) The cornfield was surrounded by a tall stone wall, but we had plenty of space; several square miles. Our only way to escape was a biplane painted red, with McDonalds logos all over it and Ronald McDonald's face painted on the tail. I explained to my friend that he had to get serious and help me fly this plane so we can escape the cornfield. He agreed. But as soon as we took off and started flying, he would get all goofy and start messing with the controls, causing the plane to crash land. I told him over and over that we really have to focus and fly this plane over the wall, and he would agree every time, but start screwing off and messing things up as soon as we would take off.

Me and my friend had a Mythbusters-like TV show called "What's at the Top?" where we just investigated what was at the very top of staircases. The first segment was a staircase in my apartment building, that was several stories high but just led to another apartment. The second one was at a local drive-through place that sold soda, beer, chips, cigarettes, etc. and we had to drive through, then shoot a grappling hook into a little hatch in the ceiling to get to the staircase. We went up there, and it just led to the outside from the roof, as if there was once a balcony there but it had been removed.

I was hiding on a cargo truck and thinking of how to get off without getting caught. There were some workers standing by the open gate while the truck was moving, so I opted to just run past them and jump out, then run away. I landed in some suburban neighborhood and arrived at some house where there was a family BBQ going on. I pretended that I was just one of the family members, so the guys from the truck wouldn't find me.

I was watching TV, and there was a rap music video on (odd because I don't watch TV and absolutely hate rap) The rapper was doing a rap about how he shoots random civilians, then assaults the police and EMTs when they get there. The video showed him firing teargas at ambulance drivers and then shooting them. I remember being angry about it and telling someone about how I would shoot that rapper if I ever saw him in town.

I went to a local supermarket and a voice came over the intercom announcing that there was a special order of shark steak in. I tried to buy some but it was $25/lb. I left and drove away, accidentally crashing through a cookout party that a black family was having nearby. They didn't seem to mind very much but I was worried they might call the cops so I put on my jogging clothes as a "disguise" and jogged by, carrying two cans of beans that I had bought at the supermarket. I jogged across a bridge and up and down some stairs on some kind of giant boardwalk structure. I then reported to my job as part of an elite mercenary squad, where we became trapped in a building where someone was that we were supposed to kill or something. A voice came over the intercom that said the LAPD was raiding the building. We couldn't get out because the doors were locked. I tried to break the glass on the door that we entered through by hitting it with a stool, but it was some kind of plexiglass. We went to a first-floor window and tried to entice some people outside to break the windows for us. I started yelling at some bro and flexing my muscles at him, hoping he would get mad and break the window to start a fight, but he just got a sad look on his face and said, "Fascist!!"

I had a pair of boots just like my own, except they had wheels and a gas engine somehow, and they would carry me just like a vehicle. I was going to Lena for some kind of festival, and passed through a tunnel where there were several vendor carts selling baked goods. I got lost at some point, and saw a man dressed in goth clothes and asked him for directions. He said he would take me back to Palestine (a nearby town) where I could get better directions to Lena (another town, near Palestine) On the way, we passed a flooded neighborhood. I considered using Google maps from my phone but I didn't because I figured the signal probably didn't reach out there anyway. I realized it was time for me to go back home so I could get to work in time so I left. When I got back home (to my old room at my mom's old house) I got on the computer and looked up where I was, and there was something wrong with the mouse.

I was in Bobbejaan Schoepen's house (a famous Belgian singer) which was just like my apartment but with a large inside balcony in the living room and there were mannequins wearing women's clothes around. Him and his wife were asleep in their bedroom, but I was in their house for some reason. I stepped out the back door, and it was a dark windy night. There was a dirt road, and Thai men were loading boxes of something into trucks in the darkness.

I had this scheme to go to steal the world's largest diamond. Apparently some jungle tribe in Haiti had it, so I went to Haiti and when I got there, I had to bust this guy out of a prison because he was an expert jewel theif and I needed his help. I get to the prison, and it's this big fancy looking building with white stucco and red clay roof tiles and whatnot... It looks more like a rich person's villa than a prison. So I start climbing the side of it. Then I get to the top, look over, and see the jewel theif, looking at me from a window of a neighboring building and I was like, "Oh shit, I climbed the wrong building!" So I jumped over to the correct one, and got him out of there. We go into the jungle, and find the village where the diamond is. Apparently, the entire tribe went out to run some errands or something because the whole village is empty. So we just grab the diamond and run away. But when we're on the way to the boat that will take us home, some guy starts yelling at us to stop, and the guy gets caught, but I have the diamond, so I just get on the boat and start pushing it out to sea, then jump in. And as I'm sailing back to the US, it seems like the ocean is unusually crowded... There are people travelling on every possible method: boats, jetskis, swimming, submarines, etc. I decide to take a break at some island where there is a giant frat house with a party going on. I go inside, and the entire house is filled with protein powder, like, waist-deep. Everyone is drunk and riding sleds through the mounds of protein powder. It turns out that Tara Reid is at this party, so I pull her aside into an empty bedroom. We talk for a while, then I show her the diamond I had just stolen. She is impressed, so we make out.

First I'm shown a view of outer space, a comet approaches. Once it passes Jupiter's orbit, it strikes something like an asteroid. It shatters into a smaller nucleus surrounded by a large halo of debris. The whole group then makes its way toward Earth's orbit. Now I'm on my patio in Virginia, looking up at the night sky. The bright nucleus arrives first and can be seen sweeping across the sky from Southwest to Northeast, it doesn't hit our planet. But within minutes, the debris field hits and I see a river of shooting stars follow the same direction. A mist of sand or ash drifts down and I step back into the house to avoid it. Then the dream turns symbolic and it's raining vermin, as if to imply pestilence. The dream ends there.

Lincoln NE 4/9
There was so much clear water. The catastrophes had settled and people pooled together to help each other rebuild their lives. Our community was very simple, basic, made up of friends, neighbors, co-workers, and strangers. I don't know how our particular group came together but we co-existed peacefully. There were anout 40 of us. We made a fishing net to haul in all of the huge goldfish (carp) in the waters around us. If we hauled in more than we could eat we put them back. The land we lived on was somewhat hilly, brushy, some trees and simple huts next to a massive body of water. All of the people had become close like family. We didn't argue and fight. We were happy to be alive and have each other. And then we heard asound far off in the sky and I stopped to look and listen. It was moving toward us, a helicopter, and it was red and powerful looking. We'd heard about these helicopters seeking out the survivors who had grouped together but didn't know they were red - we assumed they'd be military, green or black. I remember I smirked, "so this has become privitized too". It spotted our village and came toward us. We were terrified andstarted to run to a cave we had found but it was too fast, and so violently deadly, scalpel-like as it fired and obliterated people, leaving no trace of them. I watched as they were hit and totally obliterated, including my ex-boss, an absolute sweatheart of a human being. I was so angry and overcome with helplessness. How are we a threat?! What can we possibly do to them? Nothing! After everything we've been through, why can't they just let us live out our lives in peace? It was overkill, so terrifying and violent, simply to cause terror and chaos and disruption. No bit, peripheral player was allowed to exist - only the "greatest warriors of their kinds"; political, financial, military. Everyone else had to go and only the greatest and best could live. It was a like living inside a video game of violence for the sake of violence. I had been happier living during this time than any other time of my life becausewe survivors were whittled down to the most basic things in life which allowed us to form true priorities - each other, cooperation, simple living, exploring. After surviving and finding each other it was like being reborn in middle age.