dreams

I had some weird ones last night. I hope I can remember all of them. They sort of ran together...

I started off hosting SNL. But when I get up on stage, the teleprompter (i know, they have cue cards in real life) was reversed, so all the text was backward. But I have to keep going, so I stumble through my monologue with long pauses and awkward timing because I'm trying to read the script like it's in a mirror. Then I go backstage and am hanging out just outside the green room thinking about how bad I did.

*dream warp*

Now I'm in a van with several people driving, but I can't remember any of them. I'm in the front passenger seat, and the person behind me is a middle aged guy, like my dad's age. We're talking about SNL and they're all reassuring me that I did fine. I'm riding in the car opening a stack of mail, and there's a manilla envelope from Caitlin with Paris decorations all over it. Thanks for the dream mail from Paris, Caitlin.

*dream warp*

In another van, not sure if it's the same one. This time I know 2 of the people. It's Brad and his mom, and we're in their family's light blue Plymouth. Brad gets out at Candlelight Hills (a subdivision next to his) and says he wants to walk home. His mom is furious. It's night and she doesn't want him walking home. So they keep arguing a bunch, but I'm not sure how it ended up because I...

*dream warp*

am now riding a rickety old bike through the night. It only has one handlebar, and it isn't even attached to the axle. It's hanging there by the brake line. So I have to steer through a combination of leaning, pulling the dangling handlebar, and directly turning the axle. It doesn't work, and I crash down a small hill, about 20ft or so, next to the road. This hill has 3 features. It's not smooth; it's stepped with several small ridges. It's covered in very fine white rocks and pebbles and dust. And the only thing that grows on it are cacti. As I take my spill, I reach out for anything to stop my fall. Of course it's a cactus. My hand is now full of needles. After all this I start making my way back to a small 2 story house in the neighborhood where I was riding around. In the meantime...

*dream warp*

Police are investigating the crash site of the bike. They are looking at the pattern I left in the pebbles and white sand when I crashed. Somehow they begin to track me, and start tracing my path through the neighborhood back toward this mysterious house I'm trying to reach. I'm starting to get scared (somehow I know they are after me), because these cops are the same ones who investigated the OJ case. Apparently I'm wanted for murder. (It's unclear to me whether I was innocent or guilty). The cops are getting closer and closer. I'm trying to move faster and faster. They're questioning people in the neighborhood who saw me walking back home. I'm only about a block away from them now. I turn the corner, but I think they see me. They start coming toward the street I'm on, but luckily it's the street with my safe house. I make a mad dash for the door and hope I get inside before they see which house it is. I start knocking frantically. "Hurry, let me in," I yell. "It's a suckubus!" The door flies open and I'm greeted with screams from Kyle, Stan, Kenny, and Cartman. They lock the door behind me and I'm safe.

What does all this mean?