TOW 		             
Dreaming; Night of
January 4, 1985
       10:03              3I was at a strange mansion filled with weirdos. There was a large pool out back which contained a number of huge, dolphin-like black carp that would surface and let you rub their noses. The owner of the mansion got mad at me; he thought I had done something that I hadn't done. He sent some of his minions (who were his sons) after me, I think to kill me. I ran and evaded them for a while, and then snuck out into an old orange Mustang. I got in, locked the doors, and took off. It was a standard, but I had no trouble with the gears. What I did have trouble with was the fact that it was almost out of gas. I raced it all around these big roads, away from the town and into the developing rural area. One of the bad guys was right behind me. I pulled some great moves—fast turns, pulling out in front of cars to cut him off, etc.—and got a little ahead of him. I saw a house, pulled over, and tried to do something. It didn't work (whatever it was) and I heard the bad guy's car pulling up the driveway. I hid in the small storage room off the carport. The bad guy came and opened the door. I immediately attacked, hoping to catch him off guard, but he was ready with an immediate counterattack. I fought my way out of the storage room, only to see that he had two of his minion-brothers with him. He and one of the brothers were normal-sized, but the other brother was a big weightlifter-type. I "surrendered," and they began to try and figure out what to do with me. I saw two helicopters in the sky. As a last-ditch effort, I broke away from the bad guys, climbed up on a small, carport-like roof (flat) from which I could kick at them if they tried to climb up, and began frantically waving at the helicopters. One of them seemed to be going off in another direction, so I concentrated on the other, a gold copter which didn't seem to be showing any interest and which I knew was useless to signal. Lo, it came down and landed in the back yard. My father got out, came over and had a face-off with the muscleman, who backed off. I had come down from the rooftop. I was formulating all sorts of plans to keep the Mustang, which I loved. Else at first. (G)
     2I was in an airport-like place and went over to a counter manned by a woman that had several slots in its side. I chose the snake oil treatment and put my shoes in the proper slots, upon which they were doused with "snake oil." When done, they came out beautifully. M arrived there during the process, and we went somewhere after. Else. (H)