I'm somewhere wearing denim jacket with an Anthrax patch (like the one I had in high school).  A girl comes up and slaps a Slayer patch on the chest and a Megadeth patch on my right arm.

Later...

I'm in New York standing outside a bodega.  Marion's inside buying something and I check my phone for the time.  It's 4:35 and I think she has a poker game at 5.  I wait by her stroller outside (she uses it to haul groceries) for a bit before going inside.  The deli/bodega releases some styrofoam from the ceiling and the owner says, "We should have some kids in here for this."  I'm thinking about having a marsh mellow and Tom Sizemore gets a bowl for himself and another for a kid.  He starts stuffing his face and I think to myself, "That's why you're so overweight now."

Later, we're at Marion's and I ask her when her game it.  She says something about me managing my time better.  A few people (including John) leave without saying goodbye and Marion seems to take it personally.  "Must be basketball season." She says.

I start to get antsy and annoyed and start doing fake kung-fu to the lockers in the room.  A woman there asks me about it and I'm a little embarrassed.  I think about taking kung fu just so I'd look like I knew what I was doing.

"I just wish it was Monday already." I say.  I'm getting frustrated about the real estate agent not getting back to me soon enough.

I'm with my Lao Ye (maternal grandfather) trying to get back into our building.  Neither of us have keys so we buzz a friend in building & she lets us in.  Just then, mom shows up and I help haul her bag up to the 7th floor.  I see Lao Ye open the door (turns out it was unlocked all along).

Later, mom & I and korean girl are going to some tourist destination in Korea.  We walk through some buildings & past many fancy restaurants.  After a while of wandering, we get our Korean friend to ask for directions.  We finally get to the docks and look for the clue.

I'm sitting with a group of people around a dining table participating in an eating contest.  Everyone has something strange in front of them to eat.  As people dig into their tripe & other strangeness, one woman complains to her partner that she can't eat these "weird green beans."  I've missed this portion of the contest & have come in time for the written portion.  I sit down but I don't have the test in front of me.  Caithlin De Marrais (who's giving the test & who I have a crush on) tells me there are more "over there." and together we run to what looks like a housing project playground.  On a chess table we find the paperwork and she grabs a copy.  I look through the rest of the papers (they're all menus) and realize she took the last one.  I chase after her to get the test.

I'm in a poker hand with a straight flush draw.  After some confusing moments, I end up with a straight (there are 5 cards on the board).

I'm in a barbershop trying to get my mohawk trimmed.  The guy starts shaving my mohawk off & I yell at him.  I tell him he's ruined it and to go ahead & just shave my head.

I'm playing poker somewhere.  After a series of raises & reraises with one player, we're all-in.  It's my 8s versus his 7s.  he flops a 7 and after a series of convoluted turns of events (and us slowly trying to figure it out), I end up with a flush or straight to win.

Later, Ileda, Susannah & I are in a hotel trying to decide where to eat for dinner.  Tom & Lynnette come in with a group of waiters/porters with takeout from Grand Sichuan.  We put some tables together and set up to eat.  I realize we only have enough food for 2 tables of people and there are 3.  I wish they hadn't gotten takeout but I feel bad about saying anything.

Later...

I'm with an older man carrying a small dog in a plastic bag.  We drop the dog off at the side door of a animal shelter but can't go through with leaving him there.  We take him out of the bag and head out into the street.  Aliens (ala Invasion of the Body Snatchers) have taken over and are exterminating all pets.  I get into a car with a young woman I know and a man with a dog.  I joke with the woman, "I didn't know you had a boyfriend."  The man says, "I'm not, I'm her..." "Masseuse?  I was hoping to be your masseuse." I joke.  

We pull off the road into a ravine and drive into a cave where many other refugees are hiding.  I'm excited to join the group of human survivors.

I'm hanging out with some woman while her husband is at work. We joke about being alone together and she says, "It's a good thing you're gay." "I guess it is." I reply. Suddenly this woman and her boyfriend come along and start taking our farm eggs. I go to stop them but notice how big & scary the boyfriend is. He's a large Italian guy with mismatched body parts sewn together like Frankenstain. The lower parts of his arms are very small & make him look a little comical (but mostly menacing). Bobby (a poker buddy) shows up and is willing to back me up.

Later...

My mom and I are called to a convention center for an arms deal. We show up and see most of the underworld figures there. They take people up 3 at a time into the rooms to see the weapons. I get nervous & we leave along with many others. Out in the street, I'm a little disoriented and we think about taking the bus home.

I'm standing on a dock with a group of men with guns. We've surrounded a monster crocodile/pickup truck. It's injured and lurching forward slowly in the water. I tell the group to get away from it so one or two of us can finish it off. People move away and one guy puts a few more rounds in it. The engine block sets ablaze and I tell the others to get away. The truck lurches forward onto the dock and starts to race madly around. We all run for cover as it careens about the dock (which looks more like a parking structure). The monster is now down below us racing through crowds of people. I watch as they scatter and I'm surprised that no one's been hit. I tell all the armed men to get down there & finish it. I look for the safety on my rifle (something like an AR-15) and accidentally fire it. I sit at the ledge and wonder if I can jump down without hurting myself.