Vehicle Emissions Testing

I was at my house late at night, and it was kind of a party atmosphere. There were a lot of people there, they seemed to be mostly my extended family, but some of them were people from "school" that I apparently knew, though they were in their thirties for the most part. I was pretty upset about everyone being there, and I wanted them all to leave but I realized that it was about 6:30 pm, even though it felt and looked like about 1 in the morning. I went downstairs and grabbed a cup and was going to pee in it, but then my cousin Joe walked up and I decided to fill it with water to cover up the fact that I was going to urinate in it. He was leaving I guess, and I went outside to the garage with him, and upon seeing my car he asked if I had ever put my vehicle through emissions testing. I said no, and he replied, "Well you know that 'socket cleaner' that your dad puts in your cars that makes them run perfectly?" I did know of that stuff in this dream. He went on to say that he put some of it in his car, and it made it not pass emissions testing. As a result, he has to ride his bike for one full year while they do diagnostics on his car at the emissions center. Also, he has to go into the place every day on his bike and do time trials on his bike. He told me that when he arrives, they start screaming at him to "warm up" then he has to ride for a half hour and get under the "baseline" time. I told him it sounded like he was getting pretty fit. He pulled out of the driveway on his bicycle, and I got in my car and drove up the hill between my driveways, which had snow on it. I was worried I would slide back down the hill, but I made it. Once I got to the top, I wanted to do a burnout down the street. I prepared to do so, but now I was on my bike and not in my car. I didn't notice this, so I was trying to burnout anyway, and the method to do so in my car is to hold in the clutch, rev it up, then let it go. So I was holding the front brake and trying to pedal, then I let it go, and successfully burned out a little bit. I caught up to Joe and started riding with him, and JM caught up to us a little later.

Now it's daytime again, which didn't surprise me because I knew that Joe's house was about a 40 minute drive from mine, and we were on our bikes. So we were riding through this baseball complex that seemed to be in the middle of a fairly large city, and everyone on every team was mad at Joe, and me too because I was with him. About this point the dream became a "classic gangster movie", but not classic like Al Pacino, classic like eight mile, which really is not classic at all. In the dream I guess enough time had passed for this type of movie to be classic. Grayson and I were narrating over the happenings in the movie, but I was still in the movie, and I certainly wasn't exempt from the bad things that were happening. But I was able to objectively narrate over the whole ordeal. So as we were riding through this place, everyone was yelling at us, and at least one person from each time was throwing softballs at us. Every time someone would start throwing softballs, the screen would freeze on them for a second, and their name or names would appear below them on the screen in red block letters. Most of the balls were coming at me, and once one of them bounced and hit me in the head. I was mad and stopped and returned fire to the guy, who was about three times my size. I nailed him, and got really scared he was going to come kill me. Just then though, a cop came who was even bigger than this guy, and walked up and smacked him in the head. I was so happy the authorities were on our side. We kept riding. As we were riding away, the screen zoomed in on the brawl that ensued after the cop hit the guy. Grayson and I continued to narrate on how we understood how classic this movie was, but we just didn't like it still.

Spilled Milk / Popcorn Mail / Zombie Show

Spilled Milk -

I don't remember this one very vividly, but Grayson and Zach were at my house, and we were sitting at the counter, I think eating cereal, and Grayson spilled a bunch of milk on the kitchen table. Him and Zach were up and near the table for some reason, while I was watching from some distance. I was warning them that it was dripping off onto the floor, but every time I said anything, Grayson just got really pissed off that I wasn't the one cleaning it up. I thought this was absurd, but as the milk spread across the entire floor (The amount of milk was just multiplying, it was completely impossible) I decided to grab some paper towels and take care of it. As I passed Grayson to mop up the milk that was finding its way down the hallway toward the front door, I stood up slightly to whisper in his ear, "Fuck you". I guess I was really pissed off. This made him livid, and he started screaming about fighting me, swearing and all. My parents were in the living room watching TV, and I just remember wishing he would keep it down for that reason. Multiple times he threatened to "Throw a brick at my crotch".

Popcorn Mail-

I was in what looked basically like a telephone booth, but it was perched on top of a cliff or something, I think I had to traverse many stairs and rickety bridges to get there. Inside was a vat filled with ice, but it was supposed to be popcorn. I was communicating with some voice who didn't have a body to represent it, but this wasn't weird at all at the time. The voice and I were talking about how much salt to put on the popcorn, and how sometimes people put too much. There was a pitcher next to all the ice full of a yellow powder, it was butter-flavored salt or something. I poured a reasonable amount in, and started shaking the vat around to spread it out. I wasn't satisfied with the distribution of it, because since this was ice and not popcorn, the salt was sticking mostly to the pieces that I poured it directly on, since it was kind of melting. I picked up the entire tub out of its place in the table and shook it vigorously, I remember there being some kind of foreign object in there that I wished wasn't in the way messing up the salt, I think it was a straw hat. Then the popcorn lady came by, but she was clearly in a mail truck, and I kind of understood that the mail lady dealt with this popcorn. She poured probably a gallon jug full of white salt in through a slot into the ice-corn, then even a little more. I was appalled, and so was the bodiless voice. Then I ate some that had only my salt on it, since hers was mounded near the mail slot. It was really good, and cold, and salty. The mail lady asked me to pass her some through the slot, so I gave her some, again from the side that only had my salt. She really enjoyed it, and I thought why the hell did she put so much salt on there?

Zombie Show -

I was on my dual-recliner couch in the extra bedroom at Jamie's house, watching TV. Every time a commercial would come on, I would step outside and drink some beer in the yard. It was about 1 AM, and my mom was sleeping in a lawn chair in the yard. The TV show and reality were very confused, one bled into the other a lot. The show I was watching had something to do with a zombie-like virus or something, kind of like 28 days later. This black woman was in a desert with her son who was about 5 years old. He was running around, and I think she was just trying to catch him, but she somehow contracted the virus, really out of nowhere, and to demonstrate this the camera zoomed in on her eyes and they crossed then uncrossed, and she started walking like a zombie. She ran into a bunch of cacti and her face was bleeding. At this point I was watching the whole thing in "reality" outside Jamie's house, and the little boy was just outside of a cactus grove that should have been Jamie's yard, and standing in the gravel street facing the road. It was dark, so we didn't notice until the mom reached him that his entire head was shredded flesh and he was covered in blood. This was enough for the mom to get over the virus I guess, and she started mourning her son. I'm not sure if he was dead, but probably. I decided not to drink any more beers and go inside, and I was confused as to whether or not I should rewind the show tivo style, because I was having trouble judging how long I was outside, but a different show seemed to be on. This is probably because the other show was happening outside. Then I started wondering why I wandered outside every commercial instead of just fast-forwarding through the commercials. Then I woke up.