BCerney

I found myself sitting in an old gymnasium with a basketball court inside it. I'm sitting on the stage, looking out onto the court. A guitar ensemble is performing, but I don't recall hearing any music. Next thing I know I bum a cigarette from someone and begin shooting hoops with my friend Alex Coffin. Someone points out that I'm wearing Black Eyed Peas underwear and starts making fun of me. I look down, and sure enough I am. I defend the wardrobe choice, despite the fact that I agree the wardrobe is a funny choice. I walk off the court and over to the wall left of the stage, where I find a menu for what appears to be an ice cream shop. I remember the words not making any sense, but that this fact didn't catch my attention. Next thing I know I'm scooping what might best be described as granola-texture ice cream out of box.

I found myself sitting in the back seat of a car, which was being driven by a friend's dad (Mark Faylor Sr.). Someone sitting in front passenger seat as well, who I believe was female. We were driving around urgently, searching for cheap parking. Eventually we started driving really fast, flying off and on the road, making sharp turns, etc. I remember thinking that we were going faster than is safe, but for some reason I wasn't frightened. At some point I looked out the window and noticed a satellite crashing towards the area in which we were driving. The satellite hit the ground and then flew back up into the air as if it had bounced off the earth (an explosion may have occurred). The next thing I know we have found a parking spot (for 25 cents, according to the sign in front of the spot). I vaguely remember walk into a building and speaking with my friend Robbie Madrid. I don't remember the details of what we talked about, but I believe the conversation mood was light and humorous.