01/30/2010

I am with an older woman who I do not recognize but somehow I am sure she is my grandmother. We walk into a large house that she owns but has not lived in for some time. After a few minutes we walk into a room and find that there is a squatter sleeping there. It turns out to be Van Wilder. Shocked that he was in the house we decide to let him stay since my grandma doesn't live there anyway. I go upstairs where the whole floor is built like a loft. There are three rooms that are all more or less connected into one larger room. I find that Van's assistant Taj is also upstairs now. They are in the middle of setting up a ping pong table and a pinball machine for his new living quarters. I look around and am thinking how cool this place is going to be and what a great party you could throw there when I wake up.

Dreams from January 18, 2010:

I was at a party with some friends, but I got sick. I rewound time, but got sick again, so we left on a school bus that burned CDs for us. We ended up at a beach with matching swim trunks and towels. We were diving into the ocean, and in doing so I fractured my arm. At the hospital I got a cast, and the doctor gave me his pen, which was of some significance. On the way out, I passed some business women who took the stairs. I got on the elevator with four other people. We were on the fourth floor, going to the first floor. As the doors closed, the elevator operator warned us that if the elevator didn't make stops at each floor, the power would be cut, and we would hit the ground at 35mph. We went into a free fall, and I woke up.