Had an appointment at a recording studio, but it turned out to be a vast construction site and I had trouble finding it. When I finally arrived, the band was already there, along with hundreds of fashionable people who were partying. Before we began shooting, I asked if I could go to the bathroom. I got lost among the buildings and machines. When I found my way back, we were all out on a huge balcony watching a colorful and dramatic lightning storm. From the right, a swarm of missiles  were flying towards us in formation. We took shelter in a basement hallway, lined up against a wall. I notieced that our host had a butcher knife. 

 My boyfriend and I lived in a one room shack in a mall parking lot. I sat on top of our car, with light, flowing textiles wrapped around me. A soft breeze was blowing and the mountains around me were verdant and full of wildlife. People stared at me suspiciously as they walked by. It felt like liberation. 

 Got stuck in an urban rooftop world of fancy restaurants and clubs. After being chased out of the first one for smearing an expanding pile of ketchup, I went looking for a way down. People were ricocheting on the tops of bay windows. I found several other ways down, that all were unsatisfactory: Stairs that ended, chutes that got smaller, tiny pedals that snapped when I stepped on them. I sat down, exhausted. A jovial man chatted with me and then jumped, plummiting to his death...though he dissipated before landing. 

 At a party wearing winter boots with high heels. Started running down an icy hill only to start sliding. Slid down very fast for what seemed like miles. At the bottom, I realized I would have to crawl back up the hill. I was daunted and afraid. 

 Top floor of skyscraper in a rec room for executives. In the center, a large steaming valve was opening and closing. We were a group of protesters who had stormed the building and began to sing, "We won't wait". Then, one by one, young protesters jumped into the valve. Suicide? I began to panic. 

Maze dream on a train. Lost, trying to get back to my car and finding many obstacles of a fun-house variety. In one car, people were playing a games. One involved enormous pieces of modular art. The object was to move "pieces" in an effort to test one's artistic sensibilities. I tried to participate but the facilitator refused to explain the rules. Soon after, the game had changed to monopoly. 

I was having an excellent time at a party. I had worn a lovely straw hat and was feeling very social, loved and accepted. I went for a walk and my hat blew off. Two people on a tall tractor rescued it. I smiled at them, gesturing that it was mine. They drove off laughing with my hat. Things went downhill after that. 

Post-apocalypse, communications severed.. I delivered an inspirational speech to a group of survivors.  Also, I'd written our story in a newspaper, leaving the remainder blank so that others could add stories. Eventually, I said,  it would find someone with access to a printing press. This gave them great hope. 

 I was worried about some termites that were living in an old mattress and I wanted to protect them. I asked a friend to help me move them, and he threw them into a canal. I pulled out the soaking mattress and the termites morphed into large transparent bees that attacked me. 

 I made the decision to commit suicide. The "institute" sent me to a warehouse and I was corralled in a stall. A garage-like door opened and a wave of water came at me. I woke up in "heaven", which took the form of a housing development with shiny hindu-like gods periodically crossing the sky. Later, whilst making the argument that this was, indeed, heaven, not a dream, I woke up. 

 I was lactating. They tested the milk in a factory by adding some red dye and rolling it around a table on a basketball. The result was inconclusive, so I was sent to a clinic where it was black animal  give away day. Black cats, black sheep, black snakes, black chickens...they were being tossed into their new owner's arms with a catapult. The doctor blew me off and went home. 

 A typical restaurant dream with all its standard chaoas. A lucid moment arrives with the thought, "Whatever I do doesn't matter." I test my hypothesis by mentally altering the sign on the Marqui. After, I slip deep into a smooth, tapered hole. "This is not what I should be doing," I conclude. Somehow, I escape and fly away. My flight brings me to a little girl's room.. She is about 6 or 7. I fly around and she follows me. I ask, "Are you real and I am a ghost?" A ghost!" she repeats playfully. I think to myself that it is my responsibility to give her some advice. I mutter some platitudes about compassion and take off through the window. 

 Beautiful cream colored snakes were getting stuck in crevices. I tried to pry them out, but each time their delicate skin tore and a hot broth poured out all over my hands. They subsequently died. I cried, "If I'd only left them alone they may have lived!" 

At a party of family and friends. Sitting on the back porch overlooking the ocean. Glanced up at the sky to see giant boulders suspended in the clouds. They began to drop, making enormous splashes in the water. More boulders and other objects appeared across the sky, falling and destroying things.

Going to class. Roller skated down a steep hill very smoothly but there was a game going on with hundreds of people. Had to stop to avoid interrupting the event. Instead of walking up, I crawled along the edge of the asphalt inside a fabric gutter, a river many feet below. People were jumping. I got to the top and realized my clothes were inadequate for school and my wheels had fallen off.

Thinking I'd done the right thing, I'd stuffed about twenty chickens into a large Tupperware container and placed them in the refrigerator. When I pulled them out they were half alive and stuck together, rotting, with broken legs that snapped off. I tried to pry them apart, but their skin was peeling.

Lucid dream. I was teaching class and all was going horribly wrong so I walked very far  across a campus to my office where I poured red wine into a silver togo cup. When I left to return all the buildings had changed. "Lara," I said, "This is not possible. This is nothing like reality. You are dreaming. You do not have to get back to class. Nothing will happen. Just go. Go!" It took a little convincing since the responsibility to fulfill my obligation to my students was very powerful. Finally, I capitulated to my rational mind. I bounded away like a freed animal across soft hills. I met strangers with whom I engaged kinky sex and/or interviewed them as usual: "Who are you, exactly?" They revealed nothing.

I had adopted a very large snake and a possum. I had them in very roomy glass cages on public display. I wondered why I had made the commitment, especially to the snake, because I would have to feed it. I thought it was impossible that I would do such a foolish thing so I left on a skateboard.

I was driving in a rotary and all of the cars conspired to push me off the side. I fell for some time and after impact, I stood up and was a giant looking down at a toy rotary full of toy cars. I smashed them to the ground, pleased with my power...very Twilight Zone!

Lucid Dream: Trying to get "home". Drove on frantic freeways across confusing intersections. Car disappeared started to run across rocks into entertainment district up staircases dead end in a loft. Leaped from fountain tops and neon signs over crowds of people. Ran into a street winding through rows of open concept shops. A voice said, "Lara, slow down. You are trying to get home but you never will. You are dreaming. Here, let me introduce you to some people." I introduced myself to several strangers, asked them questions but they only replied with vague answers.