biker/priest handjob

thai burger sammys, fries, lots of water

[first portion of dream i think is missing, there was a reason that we end up at...]

At a restaurant or bar with lots of people, several friends & seemingly their parents. Though I don't know a lot of the people around me. We have been coming here regularly, and as usual, Andrea & Aidan are sitting over by the window, their night out together. I go chat with them briefly, they're doing really well. We all fill a row of booths along one wall. At my table is a young male friend of mine [I don't know this person], a woman, perhaps his mother next to him, and his father, a giant daddy biker bear of a man in a muscle shirt sits next to me. The bar is very cold. I pull a sheet-plastic table covering up over my head. Everyone thinks this is a great idea, and we realized that the sheet plastic reaches from our table, down at the end, to the table down a the other end. So we all pull it up and it's like a big communal tent, plastic draped over our heads.

I'm still cold, and I find myself leaning up against the man next to me, against his arm. I don't know if I have no pants or if I pulled them down, but I'm just in my undies, and frankly mildly excited by my contact with this goliath guy. He seems to realize that, and puts a hand under the table & starts rubbing my dick through my undies. This goes on, occasionally, for several minutes. I'm very torn-- do I go ahead & haul it out & try to get a handy under the table with his family sitting right there (I don't really care what they think anyhow), or do I decide that in any case I'm not going to cheat on Josh & just put a stop to it all? I consider if Josh would understand, if it would somehow fall under "fair play." I consider the idea of slurping around on this guy's big, sweaty, hairy body & I think I probably decide to go ahead & go for it. In the meantime, I look and he's wearing a Catholic priest's garb, black robe & collar. This kind of puts a damper on things. And he looks like a larger version of a guest reporter on McLaughlin Group from last night. I am disappointed.

dad's dead, everyone's missing

pasta, broccoli, cheesecake, water, late night cornflakes

Hanging out with my dad up at his house, he's wearing a maroon flannel. We have a suprisingly good time, chatting and hanging out, doing stuff in the garage. My mom is around. The house seems to mix elements of their house and Maresa & Jason's house.

Andrea calls me, tells me that Shane is missing, or did he get another DWI? I ask if she needs help, she says no, don't worry about it. She and Aidan will take care of it all and they'll be fine. But if I see him, tell him...

Josh is at work, at Il Vicino. He's getting off soon and I really should go pick him up. But then my mother is breaking down. She hadn't told anyone that my dad died the day before. She says she's been alone in the house since then, she had dinner by herself last night. She's wailing and sobbing. My brother and I are there with her, in the kitchen. She couldn't deal with telling anyone until now. I don't know if she knows that my dad, apparently a ghost, is still around. I kind of feel like maybe she knows.

I can't leave, but I need to call Josh so he knows I can't pick him up. The phone book doesn't seem to have a listing for Il Vicino, though. Somehow, it has been deleted from the record, something along the lines of "for each person you lose, you also lose a phone number." It's very frustrating. Andrea calls back, yes, she does need my help after all. She's crying, needs me to go stay with Aidan. I tell her I will try, but how will I get a hold of Josh, how can I leave my mom like this. Too much, too much going on. I can't get a hold on what I need to do or how to do it and my dad is dead.

I woke up choking on bile, freaked out.

Guido has an adventure

Cheese, green chilie, and tomato hot sandwiches, fruit salad, water, otter pops.

Josh is on vacation during Christmas. Guido is left in the care of myself and my parents. My parents' house is stuffed with tons of holiday junk, decorations, presents, baked goods. Going out to dinners at Denny's & truck stops & such. The world is a crazy place, people are runnin scams left and right, including Kramer from Seinfeld. He tries to involve Guido somehow (fuzzy-- dresses him up & has him grift or something? At some point Guido is in the back of Kramer's brown, junky honda hatchback). We aren't amused, we have to demand Guido be returned. This all plays out rather like a sitcom.

We get Guido back to 9305. He won't come in from the yard when called. This is turning out to be a disaster, my parents are very frustrated & disappointed, I think they envisioned a really fun time with the dog. My mom shows me a "Doggie Panic Room" she bought for Guido, a big, yellow plastic play house, set up by the china hutch, a little box with windows & a removable roof, where Guido can hide and feel safe while playing. But Guido is sacked out in the swivel chair [just like at home], and he seems uninterested. My parents are trying really hard and are disappointed that it has all gone the way it has.

mystery dream

i don't know when i had this dream or what i ate, found this scrawled on a piece of paper yesterday by my bed, this is what i remember from what i read & how it jogged my memory.

Me & Amos from the A-store are up at a house, we're supposed to make a delivery for the store, but Hans won't give us the truck. We're fucking around, wasting time. A shopping cart rolls out of the driveway where we are, and before we can stop it, it's headed down the hill from us. I'm freaked out that it will hit someone or cause an accident, but I figure it will just end up in the river, cuz this street dead ends into the water, maybe a mile or two away. Hans finally lets us grab the truck.

I'm down in the halls of my building, and some girl is looking for Mike Sonnichsen, where can I find him. I ask if she's looked him up in the book, at the risk of asking a dumb question. She says she hasn't. I realize that she has "palsy." I guide her back to the Dungeon, so we can look Mike up.

There are people around, Bonnie V, Josh, Kate (?), and others. I have a big trunk which I open. Inside are GIANT psilocybic mushrooms, heads as big as a salad plate and inches deep. I start cutting one up like a roasted portabella and handing hunks around to everyone. I'm excited about getting high with these guys, but Josh is looking at me with disdain, shaking his head. I can't tell if he's mad because I'm doing drugs (which would be wierd, cuz I remember that he and I ate shrooms very recently), or because of who I'm giving the drugs to, or what...

flying buffy

yasmine's falafel, water, 2 otter pops

[fragment]

I am Buffy (t-V-S). Industrial park/warehouse district. I need to get past that fence, but there is a monster of some sort guarding it. Every time I get near, I can't quite get by. I finally go for it. I sprint toward the fence and JUMP, flying through the air up over the fence. I go MUCH higher MUCH faster than I thought possible, how will I land safely? Then I realize that I've accomplished nothing. Even as I rocket through the air, it is right behind me. It has me and I am falling.

[started awake, frightened]