I dreamt that I was at one of the YMCA gym shows, and Dave was there. He had a mullet and a scruffy beard and said he didn't need my help with his computer anymore. So I went off to work but realized they went out of business, so I just sort of meandered around. Then I was talking to someone and they reminded me that I changed jobs a while ago, and I had to get to work. I worked at the Salve library and headed into the basement level, and they were remodeling the place, so I didn't know my way around.

I left there I guess, and I got into a car crash with my truck. The chassis that held the axel on totally shattered and the wheel rubber popped off. I just sort of left the truck there and went on foot. I didn't want to report this to the insurance agency, so I said it was a manufacturer's defect. They didn't believe me, and I started to wonder if I should have told the police.

Later I was in the Navy and just returned from sea after a seven year trip. I had a daughter and younger son. The daughter was funny looking.

Then I was in some army of sorts and was late for my synchronized marching test. Everyone was waving the guns and hands around in sync, and I hadn't even practiced, gotten into uniform, or watched the video that showed what to do.

I spilled a cheesecake in the attic, and Chris got really mad, and said I needed to have better manners.