Conversation with Matthew Fox
My parents and I have somehow found ourselves in the presence of Matthew Fox (Jack from "Lost"). We're in some sort of antiques shop and the store is empty apart from us, which allows us to have a lengthy conversation. My parents, my mom especially, have a lot of questions for Matthew and he answers them as if they've had many conversations before. When I finally get a chance to ask him some questions, I ask about the upcoming "Lost" comic books (which don't actually exist), one of which apparently concerns Mr. Eko's ghost. "So are they just focusing on the comics for now?" I ask. "Is there any chance of something live action?"
High School Reunion
Amy and I are at my (upcoming, in real life) 10-year high school reunion. Unfortunately, as part of the reunion they are making us all work on big school projects. We're divided into groups by table, and Amy and I somehow get put into separate groups. My group's project is to present a report on the whole of human history. The table is covered with papers and notes. However, since we have apparently arrived late, I offer to work on the conclusion. "I'm good at summarizing things poetically," I say.
Later I have to go to the bathroom. I recall that the entertainment for the reunion is going to be Whoopi Goldberg, singing, backed by the band Cake. The guitarist for Cake happens to be using the bathroom at the same time as me. However, the time has come for the music to start, so he has to play his guitar from the bathroom, which is somehow beamed to the room (overlooking the dining hall) where the rest of the band is playing. (I think they open with "We Are The Champions".)
After the first song, backstage guys arrive to whisk the guitarist to his proper location. For some reason, I follow. I do not recall anything further.
Terrorist Ferry Dock Cornering
Amy and myself and my parents are riding a bus in Chicago. We are riding along a river, and we need to get off the bus and take a ferry to the other side. While this is apparently a trip we take often, we have missed our usual stop and have to get off at an unfamiliar one. While we exit the bus, a taped recording warns, "CAUTION: THIS IS A BAD AREA."
Amy and I are walking towards the ferry dock, while my parents do the same on the other side of the road. I see a bicyclist ride up to them and pull out a gun. Thinking that they're getting mugged, I panic and try to get around the corner to the ferry dock before the mugger notices me too. Unfortunately, when I get in line for the ferry, about four more gunmen appear and make it clear that they are holding all of us hostage. There are something like 20 civilians waiting for the ferry in addition to Amy, myself and my parents (who have been herded to the same location).
Fearfully, I recall a film about this group of terrorists that mentioned that they will execute their prisoners on a whim. Then, a speedboat appears on the water, heading straight for us (we are lined up on a pier). I'm not sure if the speedboat means rescue or danger, until it comes within range and opens fire on the crowd with machine guns. Panicking, I dive into the water, not sure if I've been hit. I woke up at this point, legitimately disturbed.
Millions of Bees Fan
In a parking lot for some sort of outdoor concert, I notice a car with a large magnet sticker on its front bumper (the kind that would typically say "Student Driver".) This one, however, is bright yellow and says "Millions of Bees." I also see that the owner of the car has several large plush bumblebees hanging from their rear-view mirror.
When the girl owning the car arrives, I strike up a conversation with her and confirm that she is a fan of the old webcomic ("Millions of Bees") that I used to draw. "I thought maybe it was the name of a band," I say. We proceed to have a mundane conversation in which I tell her that I just saw Stephen Swift (my co-author) recently, that no, I am not still in college, and that I "do websites for newspapers."
I am going through some sort of novelty haunted house establishment, and nearing the end. The owner, as part of the act, is supposed to threaten me with a saw (much like Dan's singing saw that he got for Christmas). In the course of threatening me, he accidentally cuts my hand with the saw, and I demand my money back. At the register, the owner gives me a band-aid and a coupon.
KT, Caitlin, Dan, April, Amy and I leave the establishment together and walk out to the parking lot (this is a strip mall sort of situation). KT has not been feeling well and so his mother appears and takes him to her car, where she helps him get into his seat and then walks off. The rest of us are watching this from afar.
KT sits slumped in the passenger seat, looking into the distance with a dead stare. We start to worry that he is, in fact, dead. So we hurry over to the car and get into the back seat. Caitlin shakes KT's shoulder and discovers to our relief that he is alive. It turns out that KT's mom is sitting in another car across from the one we're in, and she is staring at KT in a similarly dead manner. "We're communing," KT says, and this is apparently something that makes KT feel better.
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