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.