Merry and I set off on a long road trip to Chicago, using a narrow but fast little highway. It was literally one car in width and was bordered on both sides by a guardrail. We sped along unhindered until we crossed the Illinois border, stopped in our tracks by a group of road workers removing the dead bodies of their coworkers that blocked the way. I tried to push past, but they insisted we wait. Finally, they moved the one in front of us, but I ended up skidding over a few more, just to find out that the way was totally blocked by a fallen wall. I was pretty pissed.

So I decided to fly down to California by helicopter. Next thing I knew, I was watching a movie with Tom Cruise flying a mini one-person copter (his legs stuck out the bottom) that looked like it was built out of Lego. He touched down in the middle of a futuristic-looking classroom and started manipulating the touchscreen computers to play some videos. The movie then cut to these videos, which were replays of some of his 80s movies, complete with washed out colors. I got pretty bored seeing the same stuff I'd seen before (not sure what they were now), until it got to one that was new to me. He was playing a blue-suited, muscled superhero that could bend reality like in the Matrix. He was thrusting both his arms through a solid wall, but without breaking it, to grab at a couple bad guys on the other side. They looked like aliens and were ferociously bearing down on him. After he easily snapped the first one in half, the second one dropped his weapon and started pitifully begging for his life. He had a bony protrusion on his head that fanned out from the sides to the top. Tom ignored his pleas and grabbed both sides of the guy's head, snapped them off painfully so that you could see his skull exposed, and gouged out his eyes with them, leaving him to die. I was a little repulsed.

From there, Tom flew to his own personal island off the coast of Arizona, which had been featured on a lifestyles of the rich and famous-type program. It had its own airport and tourist destinations. I flew over there myself, illegally, and walked into the spacious airport to see what kind of people visited. It was mostly ultra-wealthy businessmen, and I saw Americans speaking nearly flawless Chinese to their overseas business partners, who replied in nearly flawless English. I even saw a Chinese guy talk in German. Spying on their spending practices, I saw that it cost one million times whatever the normal price for something would be. I inspected the bathroom, and though it was well-kept, was otherwise unremarkable. I woke up, but returned to the same place in the next dream.

Now I was being dropped off in a van along with a character from The Office (don't remember which one). We were chatting casually with the driver, who seemed very morose and complained about how lonely the job was. The Office guy said that at least the driver had something to return to: "I know you've got two kids, I saw the toys in the back." The driver turned away from us and mumbled "No, those are mine." He pulled away slowly while we shook our heads and headed in to the airport, which had a conference center on the side. We were greeted by the rest of the characters from the show, and there seemed to be a bit a of a party going on.

Quickly, the cast changed to that of Scrubs, and it became clear that they were all participating in an arcane martial arts training camp. Slowly, everyone except the four main leads (JD, Turk, Eliot, and Carla) were knocked unconscious by the master. The four then started to bicker at each other due to a "love square" forming among them. They started to fight for real and locked each other into a hold, each one grabbing the one they were jealous of. The master kept up with them as they somersaulted down corridors, and threw iron chains around them. When it didn't stop them from fighting, he conjured an iron wheel that constricted them. They rolled down the pathways, still arguing loudly. A preview for the next episode showed up on a TV screen in the corner, showing JD in a box getting his feet sawed off to prove his dedication to the master. In Scrubs fashion though, it wasn't clear if he was just faking it. It later showed him and Eliot in a race on their hands and knees, with his feet seemingly replaced by metal sockets.

Later, I went into the bathroom, which looked like the typical dirty, run-down kind from a Chinese restaurant. As I washed my hands, I noticed blood in the sink. Before I could react, it splashed up on me. Right above the urinal was a showerhead, so I turned it to full power to wash myself off. I remember thinking what a weird situation it was to prefer having urinal stuff splash on me. I levitated a bit off the floor to avoid all that dirt getting washed onto my feet. Then I woke up.

posted by Larry at 7:14 AM