litterbug

in my dream last night i was somewhere where everybody spoke spanish. i punched some girl in the stomach for littering and ran away. i don't know who she was. all of the police were looking for me, they even sent out the dogs. i couldn't leave town until i found my sister, and then once i found her we decided that we should get ice cream first.

little stinkers

had a dream that i went outside and was standing on the porch when i noticed that something was in the grass. like, the grass was covered in something... i looked closer and what i was looking at were thousands of tiny tiny little skunks. there was a hole in the ground in the corner of the yard by the chain linked fence. all of a sudden everything started rumbling and then there was a giant bang and millions of tiny skunks exploded out of the hole in the ground like old faithful. we took off running away across the field. i was with a big group of friends but can't remember specifically who was there... i turned around at one point while we were running away to see behind us and noticed that Obama was running with us. He was wearing mike goulis' turquoise button down dress shirt. i had the feeling that he wanted to be undercover and wanted people to just think he was a regular guy, so i didn't want to give away that he was the president, so as we were running i just turned around, smiled and waved at him and said "what's up man? how's it going?". we were running towards a city where all of the buildings were like a mile tall and skinny like a pencil. they were so big, but instead of looking like skyscrapers, they looked like ancient ruins, made of giant old stones. none of them were completely straight, they were all at slight angles.

buzz kill

having moving anxiety dreams even though i've already survived that ordeal... we had to be out of the apartment immediately, like, within minutes but hadn't moved anything out yet. we were so high up that looking out the window we were in the clouds and there was no elevator and the only people there to help were senior citizens. i remember wondering who the hell were they and how the hell did they get there. i was frustrated because they were just standing around not doing anything. i grabbed a broom and decided to sweep off the dining room table - which was a giant enclosed box. it still had table legs in the corners, but there were screens in between the legs creating a box. you could tell that it was filled with stuff, but it was so packed and so caked with dirt that nobody could tell what was in there. i was frantically sweeping it off when i accidentally poked a hole into the screen. a swarm of bees flew out of it and attacked me.