I walk along streets in Raleigh, going to a basketball game at NCSU, for some reason. Along the way, I run into several fans who were really hyped about this important game, for some reason. I finally reach press area.
There is an older woman there who reminds me of Nan Kehone, the president of Duke. The woman is wearing a fright wing and red clothes. The university has hired this woman to be a "professional fan".
In the press area, there is a politician and his speech writer, working on some kind of speech for him to give at a rally for the crowd. They're having trouble with it.
I ask if I might help. They hand me the script and I read part of it.
The speech is dreadful.
I am a used car salesman in a lot located in a shopping center.
The car dealership is doing some kind of promotion. I have to take customers into a theater and write down what seat they sit in in the theater -- it is supposed to give us an idea of how good their eyesight is to see if they would wreck our cars. The theater manager glares at me in the lobby as I and other car salesmen pass by, annoyed at us coming into her theater with our customers.
And then ...
I am at a family gathering.
There is someone there I went to high school with. He was a real bum in high school. He had gone to college and worked with computers now.
Jason and I are in a hotel room.
We went to see a of performance reunion by the cast of Charlie's Angels earlier in the evening. He is excited because one of the cast members, Cheryl Ladd, wore a dress that he saw he wear in person when the show was originally on the air. The dress was a quite hideous blue and red number.
Cheryl Ladd is there, in the hotel room, lying on the bed, talking with Jason about the dress.
And then ....
I am driving an older car from the 50's, going to my new apartment.
It had been raining and it's hot and humid. The car is full of wilting flowers.
I am looking for water to put on the flowers so they wouldn't wilt. I notice that plants were actually growing out of some parts of the car. The car is very old and about to fall apart.
I am in a movie theater watching a Star Trek movie that doesn't exist.
The movie is about a space station being invaded by an alien that would seep through parts of the station like acid. The aliens kill Nurse Chapel. (I am aware that, in her contract, she stated she didn't want to be in another Star Trek movie.) The crew didn't know what the alien was and rush around trying to figure out what to do.
And then ...
I am at my college graduation except, in this case, the graduation consists of only 30 or 40 people.
One of the people at the graduation is a student who was doing his final assignment, a speech. No one listens to his speech - people just get up and leave.
When the speech is over, the student talks to his professor, sitting at a nearby table. He is worried that he might not pass the assignment. The teacher gives him a large wooden block with the letter "B" on it and the hands a report card to him.
I am in a movie theater watching another movie that doesn't exist. It is a documentary about the Minneapolis music scene of the 1980's.
The movie includes interviews with Prince, Morris Day, and several of Prince's girlfriends.
And then I woke up.