1: Dream one
- My comic shop added some big screen TVs and a huge heroclix display, but were out of all of my comics and had a clueless new worker
2. Next Dream
- I was making cookies for a recipe that was my friend Tom's
- His picture was on the back of the torn open tortilla chip bag, as was the recipe itself
- There was enough melted butter and eggs in the recipe to fill a large metal bowl with a yell0w-orange soup of fat and cholestrerol
- I was not sure if I had enough flour and other dry goods
3. The Final Dream
- I was one of my students (who is on Mock Trial)
- I had committed some sort of crime and had been arrested (which was a part of the dream now lost to all but Morpheus)
- I was being transported in a helicopter to prison
- Other prisoners made a fuss and the helicopter had to stop in mid air
- I had a piece of rope like the ones we used to practice tying climbing knots
- I used the rope to dangle down from the helicopter and escape while the guard was busy
- I landed right in front of my old house in the West End
- The radio said it was going to be a big storm, I ran into Lincoln Park and the trees were all whipping around.
- I kept running through the neighborhoods and passed a seemingly empty machine shop, but it wasn't empty and the guy in there yelled at me so I kept running
- I ducked down an alley and ran through the "West Hillside Women's Athletics Museum." It had a green logo.
- There was a gated wall on the south west side. My land lord came through. I knew the jig was up as he told me to turn my self in
- The police surrounded me. They told me that they could let me give my roommate a hug for being the only person to ever be nice to me, but that they weren't going to
- Then I cried because I was going to be locked up for ever
- Then I woke up
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