...wandering around looking for a way out in a theme park like Disneyworld sorta, full of people snickering at me as if I didn't belong so I have to go around the long way it's a maze of people and impossible structures on top of each other at night, then I find Cassie, Mike and Eric at the Cotton Candy which is about to close but I order food anyway and then we leave and spend a long time trying to find my car which is in various hidden scattered parking lots that are like two spaces big and when I do find my car I start the ignition and there appears a kid who is not my kid and might very well be me although it doesn't look like me and apparently when I start the car the lights come on everywhere including the sun and then there are things that are boxes which are anything that is shaped like a box like a piece of garden, a building, the invisible ones floating in the air that when you throw a thing in it the thing turns into something else accompanied by light and a sound that tells what the thing has been changed into but you never get to see it...
And then I wake up on the couch, to where I've moved in the middle of the night, to see a monkey playing guitar as he tries to play it by putting it up to his face so as to reach the frets and the strings and to the sound of things spilling on to the floor, onto the towel which was there from soaking up things that had spilled the night before, as the unforgiving neck of the guitar knocks over any leftover items on the table from dinner and of the garbage truck thundering away and realize I've missed the trash pickup...again.
"Good morning, Daddy!"
Sometimes it's hard to distinguish dream from reality. It must be Saturday morning.