Dream Log - 11-13-2004

Riding in shotgun while my sister drove the family mini-van, I was looking out the window and saw a 4 foot rodent wearing a grey Point Loma Nazarene University sweatsuit - both top and bottom attire. I yelled for my sister to stop, so she pulled into a driveway next to the large beaver, squirrel, whatever it was, and I grabbed my cell phone. I watched as the large varmit opened a shed via a doorknob, looked inside, and then walked away. I hopped in back of the mini-van and opened the sliding door and called for the rodent. I tried taking its picture with my cell phone, they all came out blurry, and when it came near it was obvious the large one had left and 3 smaller squirrels were left in its place - also wearing the PLNU grey sweatshirts. I went back home - which ended up being Kris Monier's old house on 19th street - and took a nap with one of my friends. When I woke up she was gone and I walked in to the bathroom/closet to change pants. I was talking on my cell phone with one of my friends and talking to Jason, who was sitting in the bedroom on a sofa, when all of a sudden I realized the phone was no longer in my hands. I looked around and found it on top of the mini-fridge in the closet and picked it up, but it didn't have a battery. I looked on the ground and the battery was in a puddle of purple liquid. I picked it up and tried putting it back in, but the cell phone wouldn't work. Jason started laughing uncontrollably at me, so I laughed too. I asked why we were laughing - apparently while I was on the phone I fell asleep standing up and dropped the phone. The battery popped out and when it hit the ground it broke and battery acid leaked all over the floor. So I was on my hands and knees in the middle of the closet/bathroom in battery acid, so i crawled into the bedroom to laugh very, very hard. I caught my reflection in the mirror and it was horrifying how i was laughing. I got very self conscious about how I laughed and covered my mouth. Then I was reminded that I was going to be late for my flight. I shot down to the airport and was standing in line trying to figure out my voucher because I needed to turn it in and then pay $9.99 for my flight, but as I was doing this a voice came over the loudspeaker calling my name. I rushed to the front of the line and they pointed to a terminal that had "WAITING FOR DAVID OVERHOLT" on a sign in front of the doorway. So I ran over and was rushed through the check-in process, kept the voucher (in my mind i was being tricky and got to use it for another flight later) but then felt bad and asked if i needed to pay anything. They got frustrated and just yelled no. I ran down a bunch of hallways and open doors following a flight attendent until I found the plane. I got inside the plane and as I made my way to the back the entire plane started tilting. I ran back to the front of the plane and it tilted the other way. I tried getting in the middle to balance it out but it went tail-first backwards and I fell out of the plane onto the ground. i looked up to see about 4 planes suspended in air in a very large room. This was obviously a museum for airplanes. Someone was there when i hit the ground and I said "I noticed as I was falling out of the plane that you changed the apholstery on the seats" "Yes, we did". I sat down in a booth on the left side of he large room and it ended up being McDonald's and I was sitting with my family. I wasn't eating, i just sat there. A kid was making faces at my through the glass. Suddenly a few friends came through the doorway, and they were obviously really drunk. I yelled hey to them and they came over and sat down. My family had left to go back to the hotel by this time. I walked past my friends to get a refill of pop (yes, pop this time) and the girl making faces started "shusshing" me. I hit the glass to scare her and make her shut up. As I got my refill the kid's dad walked up to me and started yelling at me. He thought when I yelled hey to get my friends' attention that I was yelling at his daughter. I explained that i was yelling at my friends and he felt dumb and walked off. I noticed three people in the group - and they were all drunk and had girls with them. Adam Taylor (Brian Taylor's younger brother from Bethany HS), Ryan DeLong (Ray DeLong's younger brother from Bethany HS), and Jeff Purganan. We started talking about our militia (I believe for Halo 2, but it was also an underground militia and we would really have weapons) and Purganan would not give up the fact that he wanted to be in charge of weapons. So he was.

This dream is dedicated to/blamed on Michelle.