DreamLab Njegere

In a shady bar, a tramp with raggedy clothes, starting eyes and unkempt hair asks me for my plastic figurines. He can trade them in for points to buy beer, or something. I already swallowed the figurines. However, I vomit them into this large fired clay dog bowl, which become full of not only plastic figurines but olives as well. Everything is covered in vomit. A sour smell rises from the bowl. I rise to leave and pay the bartender with a crisp ten dollar bill, which I shake out dramatically. However there is something funny about the bill. It turns into a check and there are numbers penciled in on the side. 1056 or something like that. The bartender won't accept the check, and hands it back to me, asking for another form of payment. I have no other way to pay, so I get angry and throw it down at his feet. I run out of the bar, afraid he has called the police. The number that was written on the check seems to have something to do with my wife (ex-wife RL) and some mistake she made. I ruminate on this as I pound down a flight of stairs and run outside.

It is a chilly autumn day outside. I run into a sort of greenway, edged on one side by the building I just exited. Along this wall tables are set up we're homeless people are sitting in metal chairs. There are these pear-shaped plastic things on the the tables that seem to give off warmth, because the homeless people are putting their hands close to them. They are eating olives out of large dog bowls, just like mine.

As I run, I try to pick the plastic figures out from among the olives with some idea of eventually giving them to the tramp in the bar. I try one of the olives, slimy with yellow vomit. It tastes awful.

I come to the end of the tables. I think there is a fountain nearby. At the last table my ex-wife is sitting. She looks bad. She's got this vacant stare in her eyes, and her hair has greyed and significant chunks have fallen off. She is wearing a blue sweater with yellow lettering and a yellow night in the middle, a sweater she owns in RL from her high school. I'm curious because the life just seems to have been taken out of her, so I lean in close. As I do this I notice my parents walk by. They are wearing brown gridiron football jackets, like one I used to own. I turn away from my ex-wife hoping my parents don't notice me, but they turn around and hail me. I take off running.

While I'm running I'm joined by somebody who I know but I don't think I ever see. He explains to me that there was a big attack and that my ex-wife and my parents held off bolts of energy from the attackers with a psychic shield. The epicenter of the attack was right over my ex-wife, and she suffered horribly from energy overload. That was why she looked so bad. Anyway my partner, whoever he is, is looking for someone he knows. We eventually find her down an ally, but she has been stretched like taffy and is 30 feet or something tall with limbs as thin as string.

I'm in a highschool taking exams. I'm in a classroom full of boys. Everyone is rendered in anime style. Exam time is over, all my classmates breathe a sigh of relief. Some slump in their chairs and snooze, drooling. Suddenly I do not know where I am. I am sitting in front of a computer with a small rectangular screen. The cursor is controlled by this circular footpad. How, I'm not quite sure. I am in a room full of girls, also illustrated in anime style. A girl with black hair is on my computer screen. I move the cursor and hover over the exit dot. The browser is black-grey with a hint of brown.

I look at my hands. They are not mine. I am sweating, confused. There is another girl in the class with blonde hair. Her hair is pulled back in pigtails and I think she has blue eyes. She is wearing a white school girl blouse. I am wearing a blue sweater. Through dream epistemology, I know she is my sister. I have no sister RL.

My sister is looking around in confusion and panic. As soon as the period is over and the bell rings, she darts to the bathroom. It is at this point, I think, that I realize that I am a girl and that I have swapped genders. My sister baracades herself in a bathroom stall. I enter the bathroom and pound on the stall door, trying to get my sister to come out. She tells me to go away, but I don't. I sympathize with her, letting her know that I know she's afraid and I know what happened to her, because it happened to me too. I woke up in a strange body of a different gender. I'm really a boy. At this point other people enter the bathroom and start doing stuff, what I'm not too sure. At least one is male, however. I get self-conscious about talking to my sister through the stall door with them around. For some reason I don't tell my sister I'm her brother. Eventually, with an ear-splitting squeal, my sister comes out of the stall.

The scene changes to another classroom, this time co-ed. Someone dumps out a boardgame or puzzle for everyone to play. My sister pokes around on her phone, where she is giving this mon creature a haircut. She's super excited that I am a girl now and starts doing my hair. I've sort of become her mascot.