Dream 1
I was leaving some nice occasion, possibly a wedding, with a few friends. We sat in a car. I wore my blue slacks. I noticed the right inner thigh had a rip on it. It was small, but it got bigger. I was ashamed, hoping it hadn't been big when I was at the "wedding."
Someone else in the car realized he had left his pants at the "wedding." We had to go back. I just wanted to get home so I could put on a whole pair of pants. But we turned around.
By the time we got there everybody was already passing around photos of me, laughing. One in particular was me with a big group of people in front of the church. Everybody laughed (as if in narration over the photo), "How could he not have noticed his pants were so ripped?"
But in the photo my pants weren't ripped. I was wearing my tan pants, too, instead of my blue slacks. I kept looking for the rip, but I couldn't find it. My costume was odd -- the top looked like a tuxedo -- black jacket, white shirt, red tie (?). But the tan pants almost looked like horse-riding pants worn by female legs.
Dream 2
Some violent act had been carried out in one country against people who had been there from another country and were trying to set up an international business. I heard this on the radio as I and (a colleague?) drove down a country road in a pickup.
It was a mild, blue morning, but with a wet feeling to it, like it had just finished raining. There was a heavy bar of deep, delicate, grey and white cloud over the horizon. On the left and right sides of the road were green fields -- some kind of crop.
I tried to remember why we were heading to the hostile country. I felt like it was to start up an international business. I was trying to convince myself that wasn't the case, as that would get us killed.
What were we making? I saw a new kind of wind turbine which moved horizontally and close to the ground. it was dark jade green, and the blades of its fan looked like enormous horse-gates. They spun, or rather slowly churned, around a stout, cylindrical column.
My colleague and I were walking up to one on a mountain hill. It was churning counter-clockwise. We were going to walk around its path in front of one of the blades.
Dream 3
I had gotten violent over some topic of conversation the previous night at a party or gathering of people. Some thought I was crazy, in particular a man and a woman who were together.
The next day I was back in my right mind. I was on a subway train that was something like a double-wide trailer on a canyon floor in a forest. It had handrails but possibly no seats. The floor was dusty, white kitchen tile. The doors (or just one door?) were all open.
I had gotten onto the train with one of my friends, possibly male. But I stood away from him, or rather knelt, closer to the man and woman from the party last night. It may have been that I was standing, but that the man and woman were somehow extremely tall to me from my perspective.
I tried to talk to the man and woman about the topic that had driven me crazy the night before. But they wouldn't talk. They got a little creeped out and walked away, closer to my friend. I persisted by talking louder.
We were all about the same height now. They looked queasily, skittishly, over their right shoulders at me, their faces concealed by their arms, which held the rails. Finally they got out, not wanting to be around for my inevitable outrage.
A lot of people were filing out of the train now. It was like the train car had three or four rows of seats and two aisles. They were all heading out toward my right as I faced them, heading out the door in front of me.
My friend, a woman (now) who looked like my cousin AR, walked up to me (very green eyes), and telepathically (?) said, "You see how people don't like it when you push the point? Everybody leaves. Why don't you just act normal?"
I tried to flip her off, but I couldn't hold form or hold my hand (don't know which) correctly. I could barely even see my hand.
Now my friend was my friend R. We stood in the subway car with a couple other people. I was fattish. I wore a school kid uniform that was too tight and made me look even fatter. I think I looked like Andy Richter.
R said, "I always thought of you as that! Ha ha! You're so ugly and fat and dumb that it's easy to make fun of you! That's why I'm this and you're that!"
I jumped at R to beat him up. I said, "I'm not your fucking ugly sidekick! Leave me alone! I'm not your punching bag! I'm not worthless!" I had pulled R down to the ground. I was actually pulling the flesh off his neck.
I looked out the subway car door to my right. In a forest scene, standing by a black cube maybe three inches in dimensions, was "Andy Richter" dressed in a too-tight schoolboy outfit.
I felt bad about tearing the flesh off R's neck. I hoped I hadn't killed him. But I'm not sure he was even there anymore.
Dream 4
I was in line at some place with my friends R and L. we had been in line for a long time, maybe all night. We had gotten close to the front now. We were in an anormous, tall, long, white room that kind of looked trashy or worn out. I was only here to hang out with R and L while they got what they needed.
I asked L a question. I was feeling happy. But L had her back turned to me and was disregarding me defiantly (ugh, awful language).
R said, "She's ignoring you, isn't she? It makes you feel like garbage, doesn't it? Ha! I love it!"
I stepped out of the line. I was leaving. I couldn't stand being around R and L anymore. But as I was leaving I heard my friend KB call for me. I saw her near the front of the line.(Apparently the line was like for Shakespeare in the Park -- one of those lines NYC people wait in all night to test their endurance and to get a ticket to experience a "big NYC event.")
KB wore a jacket, like it was cold outside and this room was outside. She was very tall, very thin. She looked like a man. She wore a baseball cap -- almost none of her body showed. Her jacked was a "Starter" jacket for the Celtics. But it looked like it was made out of fur lining dyed deep green and pale green and cream in tufts (or else it was made out of furry tufts).
I hoped R and L wouldn't realize I had been called by KB and that I was walking toward her. I awkwardly gave her five. We may have hugged. She was with a bunch of short, fattish, bald guys. I didn't want to hang around. I wanted to leave.
Dream 5
I sat at a clothing store, looking at women's clothing. I took some to try on. Some Mexican guys saw me.
The dressing rooms were closed. I walked around to see if they would open. They didn't. So I was about to leave.
But by the front door was one of the Mexican guys who saw me take the women's clothing to try on. The man stood by a rack of miniskirts or mini-slips. His friends stood around him. I knew he was going to embarrass me by letting everybody knew he had seen me.
He said, "The dressing room's open now. Don't you want to try something on?"
I said, "No, no."
He said, almost kindly, "No. Try something on."
He picked out a miniskirt or mini-slip and threw it at me. I held it and thought, This is enormous! How fat does he think I am?
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