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Ok, Im not usually much of a dream poster, but im giving in to urges from some people. Much of it doesn't make much sense and there are parts that deserve more comment than I've given so far, so if I get a chance I will update them. Here it goes, a glimpse into my psyche....

I am going to Clark (which is now North of Westfield) with 4 people (one of whom is Asian, possibly Loraine Wu a childhood friend from Parsippany) to hear bush speak. At least that is my cover story. I think I am a secret government agent, and I have a briefcase Im supposed to deliver to some guys who will be at the speech. I get there and halfway through or so I get up to leave, and place the briefcase on the floor next to the last row of seats where my contact is sitting. I get the slightest of nods, and I also notice the girl in the seats in front of them who is kinda cute (think the first girl in human sex to speak ‘the flirter’) I exit the room, and Loraine and I get a large amount of animal crackers from somewhere, like enough to fill a decent size shopping bag with. We then go back to sit outside the door of the place where Bush is speaking after deciding not to go right home. I notice the girl in the 2nd to last row again, only now she is doing a bit more interesting stuff. She has on a short skirt, and nothing underneath, and is conveniently sitting over like 3 or 4 chairs in a split like way that completely exposes herself to the guys behind her, especially when she leans forward. She then gets up and comes outside, and sits next to me, but talking to the person on the other side at first. We all get into a conversation eventually, the details of which are kind of fuzzy. Then all of the sudden I am outside and wandering around Clark. It is quite quaint with all sorts of greenery, and a roundabout with very pretty flowers. At some point I get a bit tired, and decide to go home, but don’t want to walk so I get a taxi. Apparently there are 303 taxis in Clark now (which also kind of looks somewhat like Maplewood near the community theatre except hillier). Instead of getting a 303 cab however, I end up in a no name cab where there are three guys who must be in their early 20’s sitting with cameras. At first Im worried they are going to mug me, but instead of weapons they pull cameras out of their pockets and want me to be in pictures with them. After a bunch of shots we start driving home. In my head its only a few miles to home but somehow the drip drags on. Their car is an interesting death trap, and looks like it was built from scratch with spare parts. As I ask about it, I find out that most of what was under the hood was salvaged from random cars found on the side of the road. Even the meter is weird- its built into the steering wheel and is way sketch. In addition, where the clock should be is another meter, Im not quite sure how they both work, maybe one was the mileage counter. Regardless, the car definitely lacked a real clock, and I proceeded to tell them that they needed a clock otherwise the car was illegal. It could be as little as a watch with indiglo I said, but they needed something in the center console. We pull into a gas station, and for some reason we all have to get out of the car and go into this weird building while the tank is filling up. There are interesting characters in there, and then all the sudden someone comes in the back with this incredibly large instrument. Its like the size of a bass, but shaped like a mandolin. I stepped over to check it out, tried spinning it once and proceeded to hit it on the lip of the floor (there was a step down to the lower section where we were standing) and I believe I chipped it. I pretended not to notice, and gave it to someone else when the real owner came by, just as 50 other people entered the room, mostly African Americans. The girl got a look of outrage on her face when she saw the chip, and the 3 cab drivers and myself hightailed it back to the car. We continued driving, but darkness fell at some point. We must have been in Westfield cause I knew we were very close to my house and driving South, but all the sudden we were in the middle of this weird gigantic highway type thing, and the driver had no idea where he was going. In my head, this was just south of the big hill on central into Clark, so apparently Clark was both to the north and the south of Westfield, but regardless… He managed to get into a lane that was definitely going the other direction (they all were separated by concrete dividers, and as I screamed this to him we cut over the dividers narrowly avoided getting hit a number of times and somehow managed to spin out into a parking lot of a major shopping center. At this point several interesting things happened- 1. an extra passenger appeared in the car. She was Asian and in her late 20’s early 30’s and an actor of some kind (probably gotten from Selma Hyack on Conan who I know isn’t Asian, but told a story about her experience with yoga and needing to get her own personal trainer which will make sense shortly). 2. One of the 3 drivers changed into an attractive girl from a geeky guy. 3. When the new passenger and I asked about how much it would be, we were told a ridiculous amount. Deciding that was crazy (and not quite understanding the breakdown of the price even though I had been trying to look for the description of this since I had entered the cab), we said that it was crazy and that we were walking after they almost got us killed. The new passenger lead me to a gym type place in the shopping center where she had this cool room filled with those big balls of all sorts, and probably what was her personal trainer. The guy transformed into a girl followed us, but when we got into the room with the balls, we closed the door. I attempted to lock it, but a moment too late and the knob was half turned so I couldn’t. Eventually I opened the door fully to talk to the girl... And then I wake to the sound of Carter making pancakes.
2:24 PM