Which Is Where We Are Now

I’m in a department store. I walk around with a lady. She’s a friend and a store manager. They have hidden items that you would only see when wearing special glasses. These items will eventually be visible to all after a time. We talk about Christmas decorations; I mention the fact that a place like Wal-Mart will be stuffed to the gills with Christmas decorations; she laments this. We pass by this store’s little bit of Christmas offerings.

Something about a narrow hideaway shelf that I’m really glad is there because then I can put this printer like device that fits well there and is out of everyone’s knowing.

I’m taking classes. I realize I don’t have my overalls on. I must have left them in the bathroom. I excuse myself from class (which was a drag anyway). No they aren’t in the bathroom. So, I walk around in boxers, which isn’t so bad.

I go to the mall of the campus which functions like the Johnson center. They are going to be filming for a political rally. Some university staff asks me to refrain from entering that area because of my lack of pants.

I go outside and try another building module. This is a large, square empty room several stories high; the feel is of being in an abandoned silo. Here there is a metal stairway that’s torn and out in places; it’s just a broken stairway to nothing. I try to climb the stairs and it becomes an athletic struggle until I see the wrecked part of it. A couple of sophomoric guys come in an taunt me; eventually I realize are trying to get me to repeat a movie scene.

As I leave the building, the guys continue taunt me. One throws shit at me and it lands on my face and hair. “I’m a human being, too.” I say to express hurt feelings. A little later, I guess it’s clods of earth rather than shit.

I go into a little restaurant attached to the university. I’m not impressed with the place or the food I get. The guys there are stuck in their jobs, bleh.

I’m about to go on vacation with my family, but we only go for a day instead of the whole long weekend. That’s good because I have two papers due of the 24th.

I’m in a parking garage. I’m renting three cars at the same time and use one key for all three of them… because they are the same make. It’s important I have three going at the same time in order to accomplish something.

I’m on a ramp facing traffic. There is a police officer checking the speed of the cars as they pass. I turn the key. My car battery is dead. The police officer starts to drive over to give me a jump. I start ignition again. The car starts. It’s important I keep going to avoid having to accept a jump.

Without checking traffic (and right in front of the policeman) I go onto the street. My seat is schwounced up and my face is almost pressed against the window shield. I can barely move to steer. This is embarrassing just in front of the cop and even worse if I get into an accident.