The first thing I remember is waking up in my old room in the basement of my parents' house and going upstairs into the kitchen where my mom had just bought a huge of coffee similar to the Dunkin' Doughnuts"coffee to go" boxes. It looked so refreshing, and I ended up drinking a huge cup of that delicious coffee knowing full well that I would get the jitters but it was worth every drop.

Afterwards as I was sitting on the couch watching TV there was a knock on the door, and when I got up to see who it was I was a bit surprised to see Sharon Osbourne standing there. She had come to visit mom and they stood in the kitchen laughing like old friends while I stood there trying not to bother them.

At one point she came over by me and tried to make some small talk and I told her how I felt all “tweaky”from the coffee since I don't normally drink it. She started to explain how she "heard my guitar parts" and reassured me that she's still going to use them on something for Ozzy, but just not on "the original plan." Even though I had no idea what she was talking about I knew it was because she didn't think I was good enough for the other part.

Later that day Ozzy, Sharon and their daughter (who was not actually their daughter; instead it was the girl who was on the "Lost" tour with us in Hawaii) came to visit but they arrived as a shooting star, and I could picture Sharon saying "Ohhhh yes! A shooting star! That's a perfect way to arrive!"

Afterwards I ended up taking a ride with them through the backyards of my old neighborhood as a train ran alongside us. Ozzy was driving, Sharon was in the passenger seat, and my old friend Chad H. was in the backseat with the "Lost" daughter while I sat all the way in the back on top of the spare tire. When we arrived to their house there was a documentary on TV about people who go off and become successful all on their own and they showed my friend Michael's house (who recently moved to Hawaii) with the host saying "Coming up: Both part one and two of Michael B. and his amazing success" and I was so happy for him as that taping must have been the point when he knew he had made the right decision to move to Hawaii.

There was also a documentary on Ozzy's band and they were showing some really great Randy Rhoads footage of him playing 'Crazy Train' with an acoustic guitar on stage as a joke, and I thought it was so cool. Kasia was there for this part and I remember telling her "See that guy? That was at one time the best guitarist in the world." The footage was taken from a fan from the balcony (even though it was an outdoor show) and I thought it was strange that the quality was so good for a bootleg recorded in the 80's.

Afterwards we took another car ride and Sharon and Ozzy were discussing old band members, and somehow it came up that I knew one of them. I started to explain that I used to play guitar with him and my old bandmate named John M. I looked over at Chad and we laughed because I had forgotten that he knew John as well.

As we were talking about this you could hear Ozzy mumbling about something up front. He was pissed about something and had decided to veer off and jump the bridge we were driving on. The car turned sideways and in slow motion we ended up slamming into the river below as the car fell back on all fours. Somehow the water subsided and we were back on the street and I was directing him on where to go so we could get onto the back roads and avoid any police cars that may have gotten a call about a crazy idiot driving off of a bridge.

As we sped around trying to get back home Chad and I sat in the backseat talking about our old band and I told him how much I missed being in a band.We finally made it back to the Osbourne home and a cop that was following us ended up living across the street so everyone was quite relieved.

Before I went inside I noticed there were a few kittens in the back of the car and Sharon watched as I carefully picked one of them up and held onto him so he wouldn’t get in the way when I slammed the car door.

(I really have not seen or heard anything on Ozzy in months so I have no idea where all of this came from.)

I was camping with a bunch of random family members and co-workers and we were all staying in a trailer home with a fire pit in front of it. At one point I walked into the kitchen area and my co-worker Houria was demonstrating how to belly dance. More specifically she had her shirt off and was teaching someone how to make her breasts spin in opposite directions. I was mesmerized by them, as I had always wanted to see them up close and there they were just dancing beautifully a few feet in front of me.

Later she and another girl were on all fours wearing nothing but a g-string and she was still teaching her how to do some specific dance. There were a few other girls there watching them as well, so I made sure to get a good look at her tiny swinging tits before acting embarrassed and leaving the room.

That night was spent roaming around the campground in search of a bathroom, and later I would find myself in a bed with my other co-worker Francesca with the two of us listening to music. At one point I found myself sucking on one of her nipples and suddenly the music became a bit too loud so I had to scramble trying to find the remote so no one would wake up and find out what we were up to. She just giggled as I turned the music down, and I was happy to know that she was okay with it all.

The next day we had to pack up to go home, and by the time everyone had left it was dark and I was left alone in front of a MacDonald's. I went in to use the bathroom and noticed Cassaundra in the long line near the counter and when she saw me she smiled excitedly and I gestured for her to meet me outside. As I waited for her my cousin Cori walked by with a group of friends and we just nodded to one another as she passed, since neither of us have any urge to speak to one another, even in real life. A moment later my aunt Carol came running by looking for her and I pointed in the group's direction and yelled "she's wearing a hat- its black!"

And that's all.

(The Wellers (name changed) are who I lived with in Switzerland after high school. Anouschka had come to Appleton as a foreign exchange student, and when I went to stay with them I ended up dating her younger sister Rachel. I was so in love with her, and although I still talk with Anouschka I have never been able to bring myself to write to Rachel, mainly because I would have no idea what to say.)

The Wellers had arrived in NYC for the sole purpose of dropping off Rachel at my house and letting us reunite for a week, and I was *SO*elated to finally be with her again. Ms. Weller was driving her and Anouschka from the airport and they met Tara and I at a restaurant along the way. After dinner Tara and I started walking down the dark highway (we were going to meet them in the city) and she and I started fake wrestling and we fell to the ground laughing like we used to.

The Wellers' car headlights shone on us and we discovered that they had stopped to let us ride with them. Anouschka was sitting shotgun and Tara got in the opposite side in the back making Rachel sit in the middle. Once I got in next to Rachel she wrapped her arms around me and we embraced the type of embrace that you give to someone who you never thought you'd see again. She was wearing grey jogging pants and I recall thinking how strange it was to see.

As we all talked and caught up I kept calling Anouschka "Noush" and I could tell that she was upset with me for some reason. I asked her if it was okay if I called her "Noush" and she grumbled back with "I prefer DEE Noush."

When we got into the city we parked the car and took an escalator down to a ground-level walkway which led to my house. It was along a beautiful river and I was wondering why I never stopped to notice it before. Rachel and I fell behind to catch up while the others walked ahead and I had so many questions that I didn't know where to begin.

She said "something smells" and I laughed and rubbed her back,exclaiming “Yeah, you're going to be smelling all kinds of things in this city. One minute I'll smell a field full of flowers and then I'll smell a homeless woman shitting into a tin can."

We both laughed the type of laugh that only occurs when you can't believe your luck.

Ialso noticed that I was much taller than her and I kept bending down so she could hear me better, but I realized it looked rude so I made a point to stop doing it. She had a camera around her neck and I was excited to take her around and let her get some great pictures of the city.

When we arrived at my house Anouschka and her mom were already inside with Kasia now (instead of Tara) and it began to occur to me that this was really happening. Suddenly I began to think about Kasia and I couldn't believe that she was okay with this, as it was obvious that Rachel and I were still very attracted to one another. I remember thinking to myself "If Kasia is still with me after this week I had BETTER marry her, because NO ONE is that cool."

Outside my window you could see the sun setting over the river, illuminating all of the sailboats and various other "rivery" things. I wanted to get onside to grab my camera but I knew I wouldn't get it on time. We embraced for a moment, still not knowing what to do or feel or say and it was wonderful. She went to use the restroom and I quickly scrambled around trying to find a shirt to wear (I had to find one long enough to cover my erection) but they were all much too small. By the time she came out of the bathroom I was too frustrated to bother, and since my hardon had disappeared I scratched the idea and we made our way inside.

Further inside the house we could hear their mom talking to Kasia with that voice that assured everyone that she still was hesitant to let her daughter alone for a week.

We walked in, awkwardly prepared for the wonderful week of awkwardness that lay ahead of us.

I was living/ staying in a little room and above the room there was a long set of stairs leading up to a modest sized pool on the roof. Cassaundra and LoAnJo came to visit and as we swam I ended up taking off my suit and enjoying the moment 'au natural'.

The last thing I recall doing is secretly taking pictures of myself with Cassaundra's camera and laughing to myself over the thought of her reaction as she uploaded the pics back home.

The next dream involved a big party for me, and my family was there along with lots and lots of old friends, new friends and friends I never even knew I was friends with. We played games and laughed and it was really a great time. There was one game where you had to see how many times you could twirl around in this sheet without falling and I managed to twirl eleven times, shattering the previous record.

At the end of the day my parents took me out to a large RV and broke the news to me: I was going to jail. They explained that the state was using the old "storybook" buildings a few miles away as a prison facility (I was familiar with these buildings as they were in previous dreams. It was basically an acre of parking lot that had rows of little one-room houses stacked side by side much like a storage lot). Unsure if I remembered the area, my mom reminded me that we had watched 'Herman's Hermits' perform there a few years prior.

They hugged me and comforted me and told me I would be fine, just as any parent would do, and mom even forewarned me to "keep this side of the RV because you'll be sharing it with someone else and this is the side that has the pool." I wondered who would come to clean the pool, but sitting there in a state of shock I wondered a lot of things.

What did I do to get there?

How long was my sentence?

Would anyone ever break my sheet twirling record?