I am in a strange medical building. The people around me are discussing a boy that is laying there. He survived sharing his mother's womb with salmon. They mention that the salmon made a good dinner.
There is a cart being pushed around. A head is on it, but the head is alive and talking even though there is not a body to go along with it.
I am in a room with several other people. We are passing around coins and we are studying them, checking out different reliefs on the coins. We are also looking at other small pieces of metal.
There are lots of pieces of cake around. They are nice big pieces.
I see a girl I used to go to high school with. (Not in real life.) She was a popular girl in high school. I want her to know how I've turned out. I say to her, "I'm an Economicist." She says something like, "I saw your mother at Jazzercise and she said...." (I can't remember the rest.) I feel she is somehow putting me down. I get into it with her, telling her to shut up.
Later I am looking at a box that has been laid down on my area of the table. I open it. It's a box that belongs to the girl. Inside are several books, like small tiny medical books and a note that says her father is Robert Blake. I feel sorry for her, then. I didn't realize she was Robert Blake's daughter. (Robert Blake is an actor in our country who was accused of murder but was somehow acquited.)
I am getting on a city bus. For some reason they won't let my friend Jessica on. She has a little dog with her. I try to negotiate with the bus driver. I eventually tell the female driver that if she lets my friend on, I'll go bowling with her. She agrees and lets my friend on.
I'm with a group of people. I think we are a school group. We're going to an amusement park. I'm talking to the ticket man. I've forgotten my ticket. He won't let me go through. I ask if I pay money and find my ticket later, will they give me a refund? He says, "Yes." I ask my mother for some money. She gets out a few hundred dollar bills. These aren't normal bills. They're old-looking printed bills, and they are different from our country's usual style. I notice they have the year 1810 printed on them. I tell my mother, "Mom, do you have any others? Let's keep these. They are old." She says, "Yes." I look at the old bills again carefully and realize they are newer bills than I thought. They were just printed to look old. But, I find my ticket anyway so we don't have to use any money.
I'm looking in a mirror. My hair has been cut very short, just below my ears. I start crying. Someone must have came and cut my hair while I was sleeping. (In real life my hair is long and straight. It is all the way down to the small of my back.)