1.
I am with a response team of doctors on our way to help a man in distress, who is speaking in a distorted voice over the phone with us. It sounds very strange. Like Charlie Brown's teachers and parents. Next, we are in his home, in a rectangular room with lots of books stacked everywhere and dark wooden furniture. The carpet is a deep red. It's quite messy, but we hear something from the floor and realize the man in distress is on the ground. It's a body without a head. Where the head would be, there is volcano-shaped opening. This is the neck of the man, but it's shrunken. The first thing the other doctors do is open this neck hole and put a plastic piece in it to keep it open. It's like a tracheotomy. The body begins to breathe again. Don't ask me how he's still alive. By some strange quirk of science, the body was able to make noise by blowing air out of the shrunken neck hole. After a careful placement of the old man's head on the neck hole, the old man went to sleep on a couch in his basement, where more stacked books were. A lamp glows dimly down there, creating an old-world atmosphere. Heads are attached again. A job well done.
Later, I am in the basement with the old man, and books are everywhere. The old-fashioned basement is overflowing with books, new and old. The stairway leading up is narrow and old. I realize the man looks exactly like my friend John's dad. But it's not. Then it's daytime, as light is coming in through the ground-level windows set in the walls of the basement. I suppose it's one of the doctors, but someone is throwing books down the stairway at me. It's making a mess, and I try to sort the books using speed and OCD power.
The dream loses coherence after that.
2.
It's nighttime, and I'm standing on top of enormous dominoes beside the new middle school. They are placed in two short columns on the grass, and I am balanced between them with each foot on opposing dominoes. They are of various colors; some red, some yellow, some black, some white. Nick is on the ground beside me. We are near a bleak streetlight on a corner. Two people we know from high school, Tyrell and Tyler, walk up to us. They are visibly drunk. I expect trouble. They greet us clumsily but politely, shaking our hands and saying, "'Sup man?". I do not respond as enthusiastically as I should, and Tyrell takes notice. He starts looking at my angrily and questioning my insolence. He starts grabbing at my legs, trying to pull me down off the dominoes. He gets behind me in between my domino and another to try and grab me again. I leap off the domino onto the ground, pushing it onto him, and the rest of the dominoes fall over. Tyrell is crushed! Me and Nick are quite scared, and Tyler is somehow unconscious as well, so we run. We run and run and find a nice saloon on the lowest floor of a taller building in town. We get a high, round table and sit in high chairs. Everything's some type of wood in this bar, and the walls are brick. It's quite shiny and fancy. Nick seems to know the bartender, and is served a drink without being carded. I'm angry at this. I grumble to myself about Nick's tendency to act older than his age. I am served no drinks, but I don't care because I'm afraid of Tyler or someone coming to get us. We watch the front and back doors of the bar. No one enters.
