In the first part of the dream I found myself back at my old job in Neenah (EAC) because I had to save up money to get back to new York. As I was walked through the building to get reacquainted with everything I noticed my old co-workers Mike C. and Carmen W. and as I waved to them I could see Carmen smirking and mumbling something about knowing I'd be back. I didn't care because I knew it was only temporary.

Next I was outside at a sporting event (?) and my co-worker Fran was sitting on the lap of my old friend Justin F. They had a blanket covering them but I was sitting directly above them, so whenever Fran would readjust herself I could tell that her pants and panties were pulled down and his cock was deep inside of her. Slowly and repetitively, she lifted up and leaned back down, and once in a while she would look up at me and smile, knowing I was enjoying the show.

I was in Montreal for a High School reunion and we ended up at a restaurant that was identical to Chuck E. Cheese but the name was changed. I was so sad at the thought that I might never be able to experience their delicious pizza ever again.

There were a bunch of employees sitting around because it was after hours and I asked one of them why they changed the name. She explained how it had to do with management and I listened for about 10 seconds before I realized that I really didn't care.

As we stood there listening to her I heard my name being called, and I looked over to find a guy who I didn't recognize but who obviously knew me.We left the restaurant and headed back to the hotel where we were staying, and as we arrived we found my boss (Raina) out in the street monitoring everyone with her arms sternly crossed.

The last part I remember is trying to convince some people to go back to the restaurant to order pizza and see if it resembled Chuck E.Cheese. My theory was that if they kept the same designs, artwork, interior, etc then chances are they would have the same recipe.

Ohhhh that sweet, delicious recipe.

The dream started off with an old couple who wanted dinner reservations but they didn't know what they wanted to eat. Eventually I became impatient and told them I would make them a reservation at a seafood spot called Marea (which does exist!) and sent them over there before I even made the reservation.

Afterwards I was in the locker room changing out of my work clothes and a few guys from my high school were there. One of them was talking about the upcoming reunion and he mentioned that Kasia should come, and I said "That's what's so creepy about Facebook- everyone knows my wife without ever having met her."

From there I wandered out of the city and found myself back in a small town which I assume was Appleton. I somehow wandered into the front yard of my ex-girlfriend Emily where she was lying in a lawn chair sunbathing in a black bikini. I laid on the grass about 50 feet away and a few minutes later she stood up and slowly took off her bikini before sitting back down in the chair. You could tell that she was a bit insecure about it but the fact that she was actually doing it still impressed me. I recall thinking "Wow, I forgot how awkwardly small her breasts were."

She soon noticed that there was a couple on the roof of the apartment complex high above her and she quickly scrambled to put her suit back on, trying hard not to make it obvious that it was because of them. I just smiled, in love with the fact that some things never change.

Emily’s little 10 year old sister showed up (which is strange because she doesn't have a younger sister) and we laid in the yard in silence just absorbing each others' presence. There was also a dog there and I was letting it bite my thumb because I knew my thumb was too strong for him to injure me. I also knew how much I hated dogs but the situation was so ridiculous that I said "hell, why not?"

Later I was at a gas station near her house getting a bag of chips and something to drink. I had grabbed a bottle of sparkling water and as I walked up the aisle I was opening it slowly to let the pressure out so it wouldn't explode after I bought it. When I handed it over to the clerk he said "$6.13" and I said "WHAT?! There is no way I'm paying six dollars for water in this city!" but I was so thirsty that I decided to buy it anyways.

When I handed him a $10 bill he asked if I had anything smaller and I assured him it was the smallest bill I had. He said he didn't have enough change so I set the water and chips down and left the store, a bit happy that I had an excuse to not purchase it after all.

As I left the building and headed back to Emily's I noticed her and her mom pulling up to the station in a car. I put my hands in my pockets and kept walking, pretending that I didn't notice them but trying hard to look pensive and mature, hoping they had noticed me.

I also recall wishing that my hair was longer, because the moment called for long, rebellious hair.

I walked through the yards somehow knowing that Emily and her mother had already discussed whether or not we would get back together now that I was back home and we were spending so much time together.

What interested me about it was the fact that I didn't even know the answer to that myself. Something told me that the ball was in my court, and I didn't like having to make that decision. I also spent the entire dream wondering what had happened to Kasia and I couldn't remember what drove us apart and what drove me to return to Wisconsin. And it creeped me out to no end knowing that after all we had been through;after all of the marriages and babies and living halfway around the world from one another, that somehow fate had proven what we had thought all those years ago- that we were supposed to be together.

I was driving through Philly with a bunch of friends (although my friend Torey is the only one I remember) on our way home to NYC. As we approached the freeway it was apparent that something was wrong. All of the lanes were at a standstill and everyone was in a big rush to leave the city.

For some reason we were apprehended by police and forced to stay in this hotel that was also acting as a hospital. As we walked the halls to our room we passed by people with deformed skin and expressionless faces, and we all wondered what was going on. When we got to our rooms we all crawled into bed but none of us could sleep, and as we all came to the conclusion that we were being quarantined we started to devise a plan to escape. I turned on the television to see if I could get some information but the stations were all knocked out, and outside of our window was a view of the freeways filled with empty, motionless cars, their turn signals blinking like UFOs.

We were all starting to gather our stuff when suddenly two women entered the room from a side door that was originally used as an adjoining hotel room. They were dressed as nurses and had tried to calm us down with their warm, reassuring smiles, but we all knew better. We demanded information and refused their services, and when they realized their tactics were futile they called in some men who had a much different approach. They walked up to Torey and the other male who we were with and began twisting their nipples and skin in an attempt to show them what it feels like to be bitten by whatever it was that was out there.

They screamed in pain and I just backed away hoping they would wear themselves out before they got to me.

The scene switched to the next day, where everyone staying at the hospital was gathered together in an outside area nearby. We waited until everyone was distracted before slipping one by one into the stream that ran alongside the property. We had escaped, and as we drifted away from the guards and the deformed captives we were still no closer to figuring out where we were going or what it was that roamed the city, biting people and filling them with fear and disease.

My old work friends Chad and Becky B. were at an after-work party and I was drinking a Dark & Stormy. I asked Chad if he wanted one and he said "No, I don't drink that crap anymore. Ever since I became a parent I grew up and became responsible."

Then I was at a bar with the cast of "How I Met Your Mother" and we were all sitting around tables watching the show which was being shown on a big screen for the entire bar. I was sitting in front of Neil Patrick Harris and occasionally we would turn and laugh sarcastically at each other during a funny part. I felt so cool watching everyone else look at me with those expressions that say "Wow, he's actually friends with them!"

Next, I was at a house in a bathtub with Kasia on the set of a TV show and Kasia had just gotten out of the tub. There was a girl in another bathtub in front of me, and I had this brilliant idea: I jumped out of my tub and went over to hers and pretended to jump into it. She was startled and laughed as she tried to cover herself up, and I got a quick peek at her naked body before she covered it. I tried to explain that it would make a good addition to the story because in the story she was so relieved to finally have the tub to herself and then here I come in to ruin it for her.

She, Kasia and another girl were in the dream for awhile and we were all packing up to leave. Eventually we made it down to the subway and we were all separated from each other while trying to figure out which trains would take us to the area we were trying to get to.

My friend Jeremiah was suddenly with me and he was with a bunch of his friends. He told me that he was going to stay behind and so I gave him a goodbye hug and headed up to find the "N" or "R" train. I got on the train and I was the only non-Asian person, and I kept hoping that I would make it to right destination, as I had no idea where I was supposed to be going.

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?

There was some sort of banquet/black tie- type event in Appleton and my family was attending. I recall being in the kitchen watching all of the food being prepared and an elderly Richard Pryor was in there just hanging out telling stories, which I thought was so cool.

I noticed we were out of cheese so I ran to the store, and as I was returning I noticed the Samsa family walking towards me. The youngest daughter Leta yelled"Kelly!" and came running over to me, and I was surprised she remembered my name. I picked her up and made a comment about how nice it must be to finally be out of the car (since they drove the two hours up from Madison). I put her down and then picked Mina up but she was much heavier so I had to set her down because I feared I would drop her.

When we returned to the banquet I went up to fill my plate with food. I sat down next to mom and as we sat there eating I got a text from Hilary that said "Sorry we're taking so long. The line is very slow."My mom was very impressed at how quickly she could type on her phone and I just laughed.