FryingMan

Dreams last night were *really interesting* but recall of them not great in some cases:

+ in a group of friends, we've time travelled back a bit in time, we're in my paren't house, I hope we can make it through without them seeing us and causing paradoxes, the crowd of people is in theater-style seating in the dark, but my dad looks at us and cracks a big smile

+ group of friends, putting on hoodies (which one is best?), childhood neighborhood, take of flying down the streets/hills, turn a few corners (on our typical route left down F then left on A), see major power line downage, enter heavy construction area, trying to climb (should I do a spiderman climb?)/jump up pole to read its service number (32), leave area and a narrator is telling a man with a heavy English accent who walks by me not to interfere

+ arrive to street in front of childhood home, family dinner there on a long dining table in the street, my mother is receiving news about my arrival and it finishes it projects all sort of horrible end results and disasters and starts crying heavily, then she's narrating what happened and described that her son-in-law's mother was being rude to her like she typically does

+ flying with friends going somewhere over hilly cities/suburbs, we go to "my sister's house" and observe from the air (an army of cleaning people is working there?); later, leaving this house waiting for the hovering (alien?) air ships to land, something's wrong, there's too many and they're keeping their distance, they open fire, I fire a bazooka-style rocket launcher at one, miss, fire again at another more carefully and wait for the target lock sound, hear it, fire, and know that it's dead, there's no avoiding the homing rocket once it's locked on.

+ walk through outdoor daylight area, people there, I see a small "bread girl" and think about touching her bread boobs and either shrinking to her size or growing her to my size then stop when I realize how stupid it is to want to get with a girl made out of bread, I decide to fly away, but when I jump for take-off a full bottle of tequila falls out of my pant leg, I see a girl seated on the ground and go to her and pour tequila shots for us and a group, the weird little shot glasses have a lot of crumbs/sand around the rim and I think about brushing it off

+(f) "backstage" at some camp/event large area lots of groups, walking through it; enter another back stage see an (ex-girlfriend?), lie down on top of her back saying "you know you want to get back together" we walk out

+ in a crowd of people like a video game scrambling for objects on the ground, I use a keyboard interface and try "get all" but that's disabled, I try to list the individual objects and get one by one but there's too much pandemonium to get sense of anything; a guy is struggling with my son to take things from a bag, they're both digging in, my wife is standing to the side, I look and see just things like bread

+ in a canoe on U. Lake in boy scouts, calm early morning, think about teaching MoSa canoeing merit badge, water levels are low and see the rocks below the surface, I'm canoeing, doing J stroke, sometimes alternating sides (like a noob), return to J stroke (like a cool canoer) enter R. lagoon, the obstacle course is messed up from the water being low, go to the end by R. camp, see a good obstacle, successfully go through it, see a deep pool light by a ray of the sun and there are goldfish in it, think that's odd, I should show the others, some non-scouts are camping in R. camp I catch a glimpse of them, their big SUV is parked *in the water* of the lagoon, head back out to the lake, catching another glimpse of the strange goldfish in the light.