Last night I just had so many rich elaborate dreams, that I can’t even write all of them down. I’m just gonna jot down a couple bits and pieces. The one just before I woke up involved some kind of plague that was happening in a city and a school, and for some reason I was helping this scientist figure out what was going on. Another one before that was there were these men trying to break into a safe in this restaurant. Another one involved this caravan of horses and motorcycles that we were driving cross country. Another one involved me and a bunch of friends sitting around on motorcycles talking about them and flipping our kickstands and stuff. The first one I remember was me at this weird house in the middle of nowhere, and there were these other people there, and these two women, who I became friends with eventually, and then something happened, I left and came back, and one of them was dead, and her skull had turned into this huge elaborate thing that I want to try and draw later, cause its so nuts. And the other one was dying just as I got there. I found out later they died because somebody vented a dangerous gas when they shouldnt have. And there was a second part to this dream, where there was some weird man/monster that we fought, and then I pushed him over, and put my foot on his neck to kill him. His head disappeared, and he became like this sort of plastic bag/snake, and my foot closed off the neck, and the breathing mechanism finally popped and he was dead. And then we put his body under the floorboards in this room. And then, this kid I went to college with, his brother showed up, asking if we had seen him, cause he disappeared. And I knew that he also was buried in that room, but wouldn’t show him until I knew I would be clear of responsibility. There was some other weird dreams I know were mixed in there about people dieing or dead and stuff. It was bizarre. Oh, also in that cross-country horse, motorcycle dream, I remember that somebody tried to steal one, and I ran him down, and hurt him really bad. And there was this store that we stopped at, and John asked the proprietor, “when was the last time somebody came in to do your air conditioning?” And the man said “July” noting that as a long time ago. His store was full of comics and video games, but was some other kind of store. Then he helped us do something. I wonder if I’ll remember anything else.