Here it is…

I took a nap and just woke up from it.  I had to quickly get Word open to get this all down before I forgot it.  And now, I’m sharing.  Because that’s what I do when I have weird dreams and remember them.

The dream starts at home at night. Dad is doing insulation duct work and his girlfriend (or someone wearing her boots) is shoving insulation up the duct (from the other side of the house, a long way from where he is) so Dad can work on it. We can’t put on the air conditioner because the ducts he’s working on are right outside the air conditioner. While in the rather large house (where I’ve never lived in-real-life but am apparently familiar with in the dream), I see the area of the house he lives in (with his parents and girlfriend) and he’s decorated for Christmas, which is odd since it’s summer (as evidenced by my want to put on the air conditioner.) The fire place has stockings, there’s a Christmas tree, there’s a few 3-foot-tall plastic fake-candles that plug in and light up and have “NOEL” written down the candle, there’s a red area rug with red and white frills along the edges, THE WHOLE NINE YARDS.

I go outside and my cousin is walking her dog.

My sister, mom and mom’s mother are in the room with the air conditioner we can’t put on. The insulation duct is just outside the window, and we periodically see chunks of insulation fly out of a hole my dad’s punched through. We interpret this as my dad having a hard time doing whatever it is he needs to do, and hence, finding it funny.

Then it starts raining.

The scene changes completely. I’m at some college like Binghamton, there’s a fire drill, and some dorms go on a prison-style lockdown (having fence and barbed wire around the building along with armed gurards at the entry points), Then, everyone has to leave the campus so there’s a rush to get to our cars and it’s like a sporting event after it’s over; getting out is almost like a competition in and of itself. The parking lot is not like any of Binghamton’s lots, but instead it’s one very large parking lot for the whole campus.

In the ensuing chaos of everyone trying to get to their cars and leave as quickly as possible, I’m trying to pickup anyone as a passenger and charge them a taxi fare, and I’m hoping to pick up Anthony of the Opie and Anthony show (why he’s there, I don’t know.  But he’s there.) I talk to him (!) and say that he wants to pick up some friends on the West Side Highway (huh?), but I say there’s an accident and we’d have to go straight to his destination. He leaves.

Getting out of the parking lot becomes weird as people in front of me are stopping, reversing, and going forward quickly. As I attempt to go around them, they get in my way. I look behind me, and I see no line of cars whatsoever. When I finally see an opening, the entire line of cars coordinates with itself and attempts to follow me as news cameramen are following me on foot. (Apparently, escaping from a parking lot is newsworthy?)

Some of the cars are now chasing me, and my car can apparently do jumps and hide (as if I’m now in a video game), and I can watch other cars attempt to follow me and crash. For example, one set of cars attempts to follow me into a supermarket (which looks a lot like the King Kullen I used to work at [which closed down recently]). My car and I jump on top of one of the aisles, and I jump down at the end of the aisle. They drive off the end of the aisle into the meat section. I score some kind of points as announced over some loud speakers (perhaps the store’s PA system?).

Yeah. Odd dream.