I was at Walmart with a group of friends.  I am not sure who any of them were, but I think they were made up.  One guy used to work there and talked to a cashier as we went through her very strange checkout.  The belt seemed to be the wrong way (think east-west instead of north-south if the back of the store is north) and the other patrons didn’t understand it and kept trying to go in front of me and Stephanie.  Oh, apparently Stephanie was there.  For some reason I set up my steno machine at the end of the line and got entirely naked.  It felt so strange, but I had read that there was no law against public nudity unless it was offensive, and I wanted to see if anyone would say anything.  Something happened at the checkout, and we were there a long time waiting, and I am still naked.  No one is really paying attention, and it feels pretty awesome.  At some point a man comes over and goes “Did you know there is SHIT in your… keyboard?” and points at my steno.  There is, indeed, really gross crap in the paper feed, and he goes “I wonder how that got there, hmm?” and eyes me up.  I shrug and tell him it’s not like I’m naked and crapping everywhere all the time, and he feels bad after that.

When I finally go out after everyone, since they left during the steno issue, I can’t remember where I parked.  I see my car across the street and my three “friends” screwing around in it.  Suddenly, the girl jumps out and runs into the house it is parked next to, and all of them follow her.  I run across the street and they are nowhere to be found, so I peek in the window.  There are puppies EVERYWHERE, and my friends are behind the window playing with them.  Suddenly a shower starts going and a blinking message appears on the window that says something like “NO MASTURBATING DURING COMMERCIAL SHOWER USAGE.”  It disappears when the shower turns off.  Now I see that my friends are hiding in the kitchen because the puppies are really vicious and they are getting hurt.  They are trying to fight them off, but they can’t.  I turn around and the guy that used to work at Walmart is in the yard with me yelling about how we have to go help them.  I try to get in the front door, but can’t, and finally figure out it slides instead of pulls or pushes.  I go in and now there are no puppies, no friends, and the owners of the house are there.  They are two women and one is very pregnant.  I explain I am not crazy, and I am so sorry to have barged in, but your puppies are hurting my friends.  They say not to worry, we’ll go find them, and everything goes blank for a bit after a very large pitbull knocks me over.

At some point I am back in my parents’ HUGE new house with my “friends.”  Stephanie disappeared back in Walmart, by the way.  Maybe I only saw her at the check out.  I am sick of my friends and go downstairs through the labyrinth of hallways until I find a very strange room with a half step up to to chairs and a massive TV.  I watch something for a while, but not on the TV, until a friend finds me and asks me to come upstairs.

Later, I tell my mother I want one of the downstairs rooms, since I didn’t realize they were so big.  We are half moved in at this point (although I think I spend all of my time somewhere else lame) and she says she doesn’t want guests staying in the lame small room that I have upstairs.  It’s a pretty cool room, but it’s still way smaller than the others (probably a decent size without the comparison, though).

Later, I am on a computer and Candace is on the one beside mine.  She is showing me the same kind of links she shows me at school, and I am on AIM talking to a lot of people.  It doesn’t look like AIM though, and each chat bubble is colourful and scrolls up, all of the users mixing together.  At some point in the maelstrom of IMs, George pops up and he says “Do you want to know what I said to her?” and I get an instant flash of rage.  He scrolls away too soon to reply, but I am frantic trying to find it again so that I can tell him exactly what I think of anything he has to say.  I am scrolling up and up and suddenly the screen starts scrolling inwards and I am falling into it, and the colours all start to blur, and ahead of me are blobs of colours that look like galaxies in a deep-field image.

Earlier, I remember now, I was in an Arctic water storage facility with Garner Andrews.  We were doing a report, and we started at the very bottom of the building (which was built into the ground, and only the very top level was above it).  We thought that it was inactive, but then the water started rushing in and we had to run to the next level, where it wouldn’t fill until the next rush.  We kept on doing the report and would just book it to the next level each time the water came.  We we were finally on the top level, where it was offices and living areas instead of just maintenance and water storage area, there were puppies and kittens all over the place, and I was in a panic because they would drown when the water came, and started gathering them up.  Instead of helping me, Garner Andrews reported on what I was doing and made fun of me.  I started throwing them all out a window when I realized that the water, of course, would not come up to the business level of the building, and the puppies and kittens would freeze in the arctic climate.  So I had to go get them all back.