(Note: This dream was really gross)
I’m outside drinking a beer and begin to feel really sick. I start throwing up everywhere and lose complete co¬ntrol of my body. Everything is blurry and I keep falling over and I’m trying to hold on to a railing. I see my apartment up ahead and stagger towards it. I’m confused because I only had a few sips of beer and I wonder if I was roofied. I walk to my apartment and there are a bunch of people there. My roommate is there, and there are a bunch of drunk guys. One of them is opening the door to my room and I say, “Hey that’s my room !” They all nod and walk inside. They’re sitting on my bed. I feel too weak to tell them to leave it and go back ouside where I begin to throw up some more and try to hang on to a railing. I go back inside and everyone is wearing those clear plastic masks with painted faces over the eyes and mouth. I feel scared. My roommate comes over to me and takes off her mask and tells me it’s okay. I walk into my room and all my furniture is rearranged. I feel pretty upset about it and walk back into the living room. I say that I don’t want the furniture rearranged. When I go back into my room it’s rearranged differently and I’m still pretty upset about it.

I’m in a car going down the highway with Liz. We’re talking about how we need a place to help us, or something. I’m not really sure, but Liz starts talking about all these different places we can go. There is a running commentary, some unknown female voice saying that we can get off at the next exit, but the exit after that is Sage Francis’s and he takes in people. We get to his house, it’s really big. A butler greets us and ushers us inside. Sage is there and tries to coach us through our lives. It’s all very odd.
I’m in New York City walking down the street. I remember thinking about how it sucks that you can’t smoke inside anywhere there. The streets are dark and I’m wondering if I should hail a taxi.
I end up at a place where people are lining up and dousing themselves with gasoline and throwing themselves onto a burning pile. They tell me I’m next. I step up and into the pile but then realize I want to live and jump out to save myself.
I also remember some army man ordering his child to die, his child coming to petition for his life and catching a glimpse of his father sitting behind a desk. He just looked sad and shuffled away.
Also, I think I went to a wedding of sorts. I forget whose wedding it was, but I know that Sage Francis was there.