The Newspaper Dream.

Me and my friends are walking through brush and gravel at the end of town where no buildings are. We find a torn-up old newspaper. It reads to be reporting something about the Korean War. Realizing the value of this, i need to get it into better shape. I go back way in time. The town is much less developed, much smaller. The place is dream-like, everything is either black and white or sepia-tone. The air is thick and dusty. It is the early 1900s. There is low visibility, and beyond the town is a tannish white of old nothingness. There is hardly anyone in this town, there is no noise. Once i find and obtain the same newspaper, which even then is still a bit shredded at points, a man working with the press, well-dressed with a hat, black and white, vaguely representing Theodore Roosevelt or Harry S. Truman, drives me in an old, shiny black car through dark gravel, parallel to an old train track, leading to white nothingness, to a white house. When we enter, it is an old post office or press building, with newspapers, old phones, one desk-worker and small rooms are. I am either now working for them or simply visiting. I get back to the colorful present and successfully obtain the value for the historically significant artifact.

The Bike Dream.

I am in downtown Phoenixville, in a cafe. The road is unpaved, the buildings are monotone and taller than usual. It seems to be an older town. There are no roads perpendicular to the main one, no bridges in between. It is near sunset. I am talking to hipster girls in a circular chair arrangement, and remember my bike is not locked. I go outside, and a few people out of the massive crowd of street-walkers points me down the street to where the bike thieves went. I catch up to them far down the road, and they are shocked by my arrival and escape. I get my bike back. On several occasions, my bike is re-stolen by different townspeople, still without a lock. As more people steal my bike, and i get it back everytime, many people grow to hate me and seem to gang up to steal my bike. At one day, i go outside to check on my bike, and a skater boy is handing it off to a relatively overweight woman with a black tank-top and black and green dyed hair. She runs from me, and passes through a small door on the side of the cafe building. We end up in a cluttered room, part of other rooms. I am hitting and shoving this person to get them to give up the bike, which she doesn't seem to have anymore, but i know she has taken it from me. Finally, she gives up after i put her into submission. I apologize for being rough, and a large muscular boyfriend of hers comes in, and she turns on me, blaming me and claiming i hurt her. The boyfriend yells at me, and so does she. But i escape.

The Fish Dream.

Me and my a couple of my friends are in bathing suits, at a summer camp, hanging out near a pool. There is a stone path from the pool and beyond, one tree beside it, and many reddish-brown benches for kids to sit at. My brother arrives, in clothes, and we walk over to a pond down the path, with it's own very large tree at it's end. The water is completely muddy and cloudy and you can't see anything at all under the water. My brother seems to grab hold of a very long twisted metal rod that goes through the center of the pond and exits to where he is holding it. As he moves it up and down, we can see large movements in the center of the pond. Soon, in a clear portion of water near a standing area of dirt and sand at the end of the pond, we see an enormous underwater creature. It has massive eyes, a large turquiose body, large red lips, and a large red fin on it's behind. It's top dorsal fin is white with a green dot in the middle, with swirls around it. We are shocked at it's appearance. My brother's black wiry metal seems to have a hold on the fish, and we all pull it to get the fish closer. We see the perhaps 10-foot long and 3-foot wide fish crawl onto the dirt, and slowly crawl back into the water.

The Construction Site Dream.

Me, my father, and my friend Colton are all walking through flat dirt, mixed with construction site-debris, bordered by large rusted beams. We seem to be on a large barge. There are higher and lower levels, all sectioned off into square flat dirt pieces. At some points, the dirt is liquid mud or oil, and i worry my dad, who is using crutches, will hit a soft spot and fall through. I repeatedly tell them to 'be careful'. Me and Colton stumble upon a construction worker, dead, lying, crumpled, on the black dirt. His head, still attached, is in a small silver shopping cart. He is wearing a blue-ish gray construction jumpsuit and a yellow helmet. He seems to be foreign. He has gapped and bloody teeth, and his suit is stained with blood and sweat. His hand is moving back and forth slightly, making it look as if he is waving. We casually point out the "glitch" of his hand moving, and also notice he is smiling. My dad, making his way to another part of the site that is a department store, brightly lit with glass walls and white linoleum floors, begins to talk to his manager, Tina Fey with a clipboard and a yellow helmet. Me and Colton notice a fleeting movement of a black shadow on a glass walkway far off.

The Office Dream.

I am in a parking lot of sorts, outside narrow buildings with blue garage doors, like storage units. I am walking in a line with my mom. Out of a small group of people under an awning, i spot Steve Carell. I am so excited and shocked by his appearance, i begin to cry. He exits into the building, so i don't go up to meet him. However, i see Jon Krasinski, or "Jim" from the Office as well, just about to leave into another building. I grapple over a railing and hit my head to see him. I meet him and talk to him briefly. Later on, i walk far up into a large balcony at an awards show in a massive theater. I see the whole cast of the Office in a group in seats ahead of me practicing lines for something. I am too shy to go up and talk to them. I imagine myself telling Steve Carell how i feel about his acting and him smiling and tearing up.