I only remember one big dream that was broken into a couple of segments. In the first part, I was trying to write down messages off an answering machine. I don’t remember what any of them were, but I remember having a really tough time hearing them and writing them down at the same time. I was using a black sharpie on the back of a large envelope. Then I was supposed to meet or pick up this guy I knew a long time ago, SB. I think we were going to have dinner or something and I was supposed to watch his kid. At one point in there a box of something was delivered for P. It was from someone he used to work with and was supposedly the contents of his old office. Then I was at my mom’s place, but it wasn’t the Damascus house. K was little. My mom and W and my step brother K and I were starting up some business venture with J, this guy I know from work. He’s a PI and was involved with the IRA when he lived in Ireland. We had to drive somewhere and we had a pile of cash in the trunk. It was all loose bills, but they were stacked up nicely in a square pile. We had to drive somewhere, and along the way, something happened where everyone decided it was a bad idea to have J involved in the business deal. W asked him to drive for awhile. The idea was we’d goad him into driving fast and then get him arrested for kidnapping us. W programed the side mirrors to say “Help2″ which was the code for “Help I’m kidnapped” apparently. The mirrors blinked the message in green LEDs, meanwhile W was telling him to speed up because we were late. In typical J fashion, he sped up, bragging about his driving skill. I was sitting in the backseat wondering why J couldn’t see the message in the mirror. At that moment, we were pulling up to a tunnel and had to pay a toll. J happened to look at the mirror and realized what we were doing. He stopped before the toll booth, got out of the car, and threw the keys down into the tunnel. He got really angry and hollered but I don’t remember what he said. Then he said, “Which way to Cambodia?” My step brother pointed through the tunnel and he walked off. We all stood there and stared at him going away. At this point he had hair (he’s normally bald). It was black and kind of unkempt. After he was gone I went to search for the keys but I realized that he must have picked them up and kept them when he walked by them. I kept searching anyway, in case I was wrong, but I didn’t find them. Suddenly we were all at home and my mom was checking to see if he’d left any messages on the answering machine. She was worried he’d break into the house and kill all of us. I was sort of worried about it too and realized I would have to go kill him before he could do it. Suddenly I was in his house. I didn’t have a gun at first, but then I had one with a silencer. I went into his bedroom where he was sleeping with his wife. I shot him in the head twice, which woke his wife up. It was Athena from Battlestar Galactica. She was mad because I’d shot her husband in the head. She backed out of the bed. I didn’t want to shoot her at all because I liked her, but I couldn’t have her calling the cops or anything. I had to explain what was going on and I ended up wrestling her to the ground. Before I could figure out what was going on, we were kissing, and it was suddenly as if we’d been in love all along. But there was something wrong about it. She told me she’d redecorated and asked if I liked the way the room looked. It was very messy, but somehow seemed improved over the last time I’d seen it. I told her she should mail P back his stuff, because I saw the contents of the box he’d gotten earlier on her lower shelf. At this point, I noticed her husband wasn’t in bed, and there was no blood. I didn’t say anything about it because she didn’t seem alarmed by this. A moment later he walked in, bald this time, with a hole in his head but otherwise fine. Six from BSG was with him now. I think they were carrying beers. J made some comment about my bullets–about hiding them or giving them back or something. Six had written some kind of poem about me and Athena and put it on the wall with illustrations. I was embarrassed by it. Six made me feel like I was cheating on her. I decided to leave. I kissed Six and Athena on the cheek and hugged J, who was very wet with sweat. I left, but needed to stop at the bathroom. Their bathroom had two doors, one on each side of the toilet. One closed, but the other didn’t It kept blowing open with the wind, but there was a curtain there too. I was trying to hold the door in place and pee, but it wasn’t working. I was also worried that someone would come home and see me peeing. I woke up on the verge of pissing in the bed.
