Valet Cafe and the Speedy Lizard

MORNING OF FEBRUARY 22, 2010

I had just seen a movie with the Movie Meetup group from real life. We had gone for our usual post-movie dinner, this time at some fictional, greasy spoon cafe on the side of the road. I remember we were all standing outside talking. An Asian girl was there with our group, and she was obviously drunk. She kept flirting with every guy, including me.

It got later and later as we stood out there. One by one, people began to leave. I remember saying goodbye to Lisa. As she drove off, I wondered if it wasn't time for me to go as well. Then I realized I had to get my car back from the valet--yes, valet--at this greasy spoon cafe! It took forever for them to bring my car around. Eventually I saw them pulling up with it--only to realize it wasn't my car at all, but some celebrity's car, as the valet explained to me (I can't remember whose). He began filling it with said star's luggage.

I must have finally gotten my car, because I next remember being at home. I was talking to Lisa on the phone. I kept hearing a skittering, scratching noise and hoped I didn't have a mouse in the house. Suddenly, a huge lizard came scurrying out from behind the couch. I called it "a gecko", but it looked more like an iguana. Only it moved insanely fast, almost like the movements of a squirrel!

I've got nothing against lizards, but having a super-fast, largish one careening through my apartment was a bit unsettling. I opened my front door and tried to move the lizard toward the exit. Every time it got near the open door it would pause, as if considering leaving, but then would turn and continue running about the place.

Bob the Android

MORNING OF JANUARY 13, 2010

Some friends and I had plans to go to Brandon's house to watch a movie or something. Brandon had gone out to pick up a couple of pizzas for us all before we got there. I was with the other friends en route to his apartment when I got a text from him saying that he wouldn't be getting the pizza after all. It turned out to be too expensive and he couldn't justify spending the money on it. He said he was going to cook some kind of pasta instead.

We all arrived at his apartment (a fictional location in the dream) and went inside but for some reason he still wasn't there. The place looked very run-down and un-lived-in. We stepped into the kitchen and there were two or three large pizzas sitting on the counter top. They weren't in boxes or anything--just sitting exposed on the counter.

As this fictional kitchen looked very dirty, I was uncertain about eating pizza that had been sitting out like this. Nonetheless, we all took several plastic bags and began storing the pizza, in pieces, to put it away in the refrigerator. We reasoned that we needed to save all the pizza "since he didn't have enough money to afford it."

Later I remember being alone in his fictional living room at night. I think we all had stayed over and I was the only one who was still awake. I began looking at several TV on DVD sets he owned. Many of them were from premium cable channel TV shows that I never get to see since I don't have premium channels, though in the dream most of them were fictional shows.

One such show was called "Bob the Android". I decided to put the first disc of this series in and check it out. The opening credits were very surreal and a bit humorous. Bob the Android was played by a tall, slender blonde guy and was very effusive-yet-awkward around people. The theme song explained how he looked like a person but was really and android from space.

I was really enjoying what I saw of this quirky show. Then Eric came in the room and I paused it and began trying to describe it to him. As we talked he began going through a large stack of magazines. He said he was going to throw most of them away. I said I "remembered" having seen something I liked (whatever it was) in one of them, and I'd like to find it and keep it before he threw that particular one away.

Shoe, Nazis, Shoe!

MORNING OF JANUARY 9, 2010

I was either staying in or visiting some house with several of my friends. Melissa was trying to wrap presents for someone. The wrapping paper mostly featured cartoons, such as Disney characters. I remember walking into a room where Eric was and seeing a bunch of Looney Tunes wrapping paper in the floor. He told me that was Melissa's as well.

Richard and Jessica were there with daughter Cailey, and she and I were playing Strawberry Shortcake. She wanted to pretend that one of the various friends of Strawberry Shortcake had been kidnapped and we had to save her...so a whole group of my friends and I went outside as though we were covertly trying to locate her and rescue the fictional character from the enemy.

We came upon a docking station where several semi-trucks were loading and unloading cargo. The place was being guarded by....wait for it...Nazi soldiers. We were trying to figure out how to get past them when we noticed several rolling carts piled high with stylish shoes were parked nearby.

We began throwing the shoes at the Nazis. For some reason they didn't shoot us or otherwise kill or detain us--they literally were too busy just shielding themselves from the hail of shoes, as though they were really quite dangerous.