FryingMan

[2 hr waking]
+(f) there is recall, I'm amazed I have any, but forget it

[7-8 hr waking]
+ I'm getting in to a dentist chair. I look down at the chair and I see blood dripping and moving around beneath thick, clear plastic covers.

+ a bunch (pile?) of people are huddling on a stretcher underneath a blanket, they are very cold and shivering. I try to get in from the side pull up the blanket and get in. There is now a lot of room, I see the dark material of the stretcher beneath me.

+[long, vivid] I'm standing on a street corner where there is a vacant lot. I realize all of a sudden that all my things are gone!. I'm a college student and live (rent) that spot and all my things are now gone! I believe at first that the cleaning people have made a mistake and thrown everything out. Even my desk! I'm walking by the area again and realize that no, all my things instead have been impounded by the landlord because of past due rent payments. I see along the side of the lot a long narrow locked cage with all my things inside. I see bookshelves full of textbooks. I wonder how my things didn't get stolen before since they're just right there out in the open.

I wander up to a nearby building looking for the landlord to try to settle the payment and get my things back. I look back at the building behind me and see a white house from the outside, with a rotating display of street address numbers where the numbers are vertically displayed from top to bottom. I sort of recognize the top number as mine, and watch as it rotates out of view. There are about 5-6 addresses on this rotating display. There are so many addresses there because this is a house of student rental apartments. I keep looking but the number I recognize is not visible ever again.

I walk further and come across a cage, there are two girls there whom I feel like I recognize. Inside this square tall cage are more of my things. I see one of my big blue fabric suitcases that is very full and I think the zipper has busted, which will allow my things to poor out onto the ground. (Some brief dialogue with them?)

Heading farther down the street I encounter a small, low, two-leve coffee table. "Ah, this is my table!" I think. I look at it and realize there is writing on the top of the table, and I think I read the word "dream" or imagine that I read it. The more I look at the words the more they appear to be nonsense words written using latin letters.

I am talking with an old man. He indicates that I will need to pay to him, and we walk along the street back towards my lot. I'm wondering how much I will need to pay to get my things back. I don't know how long I have not paid rent. I imagine I will have to pay $3000 or more.

Walking along, I see on a (stool/stump) off to the right a walking-stick insect. It is slowly moving and showing off the parts of its body, I'm amazed at how much like a stick it looks. I'm pretty sure I've seen it before.