Mezzanine

So last night was just one after the other craziness. It was like a film festival of five minute short films.

First thing... I'm in like a front yard of a house out in the country, but I feel like it's a video game I'm playing because I have a pistol in my hand and I keep trying to reload it like how you reload your gun when you're playing the arcade game "House of the Dead" by just pointing your gun down for a second. But it's not working. When I finally get it to reload, the bullets don't reach the target I'm aiming at. They just sort of fizzle like fireworks gone bad. It's dark out.

Then a guy pulls up in his car and I get in and go back to his house with him. His parents are asleep, so we have to be really quiet. We're up in his room doing I don't know what and then he goes to sleep. I go downstairs to the kitchen and start to cook something. I remember what is in the pot looking like salsa, or maybe chili, then I tasted it and wanted random guy to taste it, too, to see if I needed to add the can of tomatoes that was sitting on the counter or not.

Then I'm in the lobby of a big apartment building that seems like it's in New York City. In the lobby are all the residents' mailboxes. On the floor, there are these things that look like they could be money, but they are more oval than round, and some are copper, some are silver, and some are gold. They have egg-shaped holes cut out of the middle of them. I look up by the mailboxes after picking up a lot of these "coins" and see that there are posted lots of lists with things highlighted on them. I see my name and it says that I owe $14.40 still on my rent. I'm outraged because I'm sure that I've paid all my rent.

In another lobby somewhere I'm in a hospital. I am holding a baby (!) which apparently might have measles. Everyone in the hospital is telling me I shouldn't be holding this baby (duh!). Then my friend who used to live down the block from me, now a nurse, comes up to me and takes the baby to run some tests on it. There was more to this but I don't remember.

I'm in a car and I'm yelling out the window to someone that my password for something is 69. I'm saying, "no... s-i-x-t-y and the number 9!!" It's dark out.