We were riding with my grampa in a big truck with a winch on the back
and some giant turtle-shell shaped red thing. He moved the joystick a bit
and the shell moved a bit, looking like it would go out on to the road.
I think I was with my uncle in Alaska in his fishing boat. We were
having to make all sorts of side trips. In another dream, something
was happening and then I thought, “Where’s that music coming from?” Unfortunately,
it was Deep Forest CD playing on the alarm clock.
We had the baby and, the same day, it was a toddler walking around, etc.
My cousin was visiting and had brought a magnificent 12-player 4-screen
arcade emulation cabinet setup. (Don’t ask me how he’d transported it.)
We were visiting Vanessa’s brother in Australia. (which is
odd, seeing as how he lives in Houston) Anyway, there was
a harbor full of old sailing ships that were running into each other.
A scary homeless guy was chasing me around.
My face was full of mutant millimeter-thick whiskers. Shaving with
an electric razor was a terrible task.
An elephant was chasing me around and flinging large circular sawblades.
My youngest brother was dressed quite formally.
That’s when I should have realized it was a dream.
A bunch of relatives were visiting my grampa where he had
acres and acres of land. While grammy was away, he made a phone call
and a huge number of old-model jeeps swarmed in and people landscaped
all of his land, putting in brick paving and grass and rocks. This
was to surprise grammy when she returned.