FryingMan

Too many to remember well (mental journaling only during the night)

early:
+ (f) star-wars style battle, mostly forgotten

+ colorful stones in gutter/pavement, taking picture of pills on hill, woman's children keep getting in the way

+ path, dirt, new shoes, drought, half-flat dying cows, people feeding; top of hill path ends/block, severely confused/lost, guy comes up, hide, come out, he's startled wants to fight, talk in foreign language, ask for directions, he takes me to his place, big family gathering, I explain why I was lost, trying to remember my street address and the name of my city, also foreign language, girls in the family trying to climb in window, want to "assist" them but watching eyes around, kiss one once, twice. People keep arriving, eventually I quietly leave the party going to find my own home.

middle:

+ sitting in theater-style seating, girl straddling me on my lap facing me, we make out in weird way: after initial contact, we just hold our lips together, still, it's awesome, hopefully the guy sitting next to us won't bother us since we're not doing the typical "smack slurp pull open/close" style of making out.

+ bridge over swimming pool tiny kittens under the slats above the water don't want to step on them, step to side. Must register in pool, enter door, female attendant blocks my way, I need to get in to register with someone else so I can use the pool, I push by the woman anyway, a male guard to my left holds him arm out in front of me blocking me. I'm frustrated, ask "WHY!? Why can't I just walk right in here and go register" [it's the same building place, just another entrance]. The guard answers simply, "Tradition."

+ on a hillside, dark, outside, large identical cats are spread across the hillside. They move in unison. Each one has a plant in front of it, and each one takes a bite at exactly the same time. The plant is very crispy and with each bite I hear a loud *crunch* sound. I'm then sitting with my jr high best friend DD, we're doing something with little objects on the ground (shells?), he says something [forgot].

later:

+(f) people on the ground, they've dug out some holes in the ground, there are levels down in the ground of people's pets ancient poops, someone thinks someone got a big pile of poop on their shoes.

+ lying in bed, there is someone pounding on the wall where the head of the bed is resting that hits my head for a medium-strength "bonk." There is commotion in the next room. A detective comes and gets into the bed and says "give me the comforter." I keep the sheet and pull it to myself because he still has his shoes on and I don't want his dirty outside clothing to get on me. I put some pieces of paper that I'm reading down on the ground, I put a large poster (ic. of th.) down on the right side of the bed. I notice that some colorful ink drawings are sticking out from under the wall. I look at the type on the printed out paper and see the "dots" on the fonts, in particular that of a letter "g". I get up and go around the corner and see my wife and ask what is going on with all this commotion? She says "shhh" there is a guy there who will hear me talking I see a guy come walking in carrying something in his arms.