Apartment life in post-apocalyptia

In post-apocalyptia, I and a few friends (one male and one female, I think), had just returned to our apartment. We were arguing about what to do with our paper money (probably because it wasn't currently worth anything). The guy was trying to show how we could use the paper money to make our rides more aerodynamic.

(Our rides were little battery-powered boxes on wheels, perhaps two feet cubed, barely big enough for our butts to rest on. He unlatched the top of his, and was folding the edge of a multi-dollar bill and slipping it in and over the battery to demonstrate what he meant.)

We then did some mental exercise, imagining what to do in case of a zombie attack. In our imagination, a woman was walking down a sidewalk while fending off a not-so-clever male zombie who had been bitten in the arm.

Our apartment building was surprisingly well-maintained, and well lit by daylight, though completely empty of furniture. It looked like a building that had just barely finished being constructed before the apocalypse.

I was sitting in the hallway outside our apartment, with a young girl (maybe 10 years old) sitting next to me. Our neighbors, a young Spanish-speaking couple (and possibly a child), walked by us in the hallway on their way out somewhere.

The wife chatted a little with us in pseudo-Spanish about the zombie; I was mentioning how the zombie had been bitten in the arm but I couldn't quite work out the phrasing. She said something like "ha estado [verb]ado en el armada". The world "voller" was in there somewhere too.

The girl next to me was looking up words on a handheld digital dictionary device, but wasn't sure if she was spelling them right. I was a little suspicious of "armada" meaning "arm". We couldn't work out what "voller" was.

At some point, the girl changed (imperceptibly) into Joan D (adult), and we were eating oreos. She was mentioning how it was interesting that the words "dedo" in Spanish and "doigt" in French (both meaning "finger") looked so similar. So I said, oh, yeah, well, "digitus" -- pointing out that another word for "finger" in English was "digit", and all three words came from Latin.

Joan looked astonished, and told me what a rush she felt when she figured out stuff like that. :D And then we ate more oreos.

(But I wanted to save a few oreos for Ray, who apparently had furnished them for us.)

Batman gets "The Spots"

Batman, having rescued a woman from some (forgotten) event at the top of a high-rise (maybe the same building from the previous dream), uses his grappling hook to descend the building. He reenters into the apartment of a shadowy masked villain. He sits at his table, with Batman sitting at the end across from him. Suddenly, he does something that causes Batman to be infected with "The Spots", a disease which causes dots on the skin, resembling small moles, along with mental disorientation. Another guy standing off to the left (identity unknown) is also infected.

Batman returns to his own apartment (somewhere on the upper half of the same high-rise). Meanwhile, Robin is traveling the streets of the city, and starts to notice that many (or most) of the people driving cars are starting to have lots of accidents. Apparently, The Spots has spread quickly through the population. Robin goes to Batman's apartment, where he discovers that Batman has already recovered. Robin hasn't been infected. They figure out that an electromagnetic field projected around the upper half of the building (presumably a device used by Batman for protection or privacy) makes it impossible for The Spots to take root.

Mostly harmless skin epidemic at band practice

Dave, Vanessa, and I went to Lou B's place, but instead of it being a townhouse, it was a penthouse apartment in a tall building. The four of us started playing "Flirting With Disaster" or something similar to it. I decided it would be a fun opportunity to experiment with my bass line a little bit. By the fifth or sixth measure, however, Lou was troubled by something and stopped us playing. He said he needed to get another person over to sit and listen, because right now we were missing a "top control" (i.e. someone to supervise and make judgement calls on the song performance).

I noticed that Dave had a blotch on his skin that reminded me of something I had noticed on my dad recently. I asked him about it and he said he wasn't sure what it was. He pointed out that I had something similar. I looked at the top of my right wrist, and indeed, I had a huge blotch, shaped somewhat like a simplified rendition of a neuron, and almost the size of my entire hand. Near the middle was a scab, which I had also seen on Dave's blotch. It turned out that Vanessa had similar blotches too. I speculated that there was something going round, and guessed that if everyone was getting it, it probably wasn't a big deal.

Lou, meanwhile, was commenting how the door to the roof (straight out to the roof, no stairs up, since apparently, the roof was the same floor as this apartment) used to be a window until he had it changed.

Then, for some reason, I went down to street level and was trying to call a plumber to go look at Lou's apartment. I saw a plumbing van parked across the street and called the number on it. They asked for the address and I gave them the building's street number, but trailed off trying to remember the suite number. They said they were busy but they forwarded me to a different plumbing company so they could take the job.

Apartment sing-along + listening to Jordyn's other other band

At a gathering at someone's apartment, sitting around a long table... Someone started quoting (or actually singing) a line from Aerosmith's "Living on the Edge", and right after that line comes a part with a chorus of "ahhh"s in the background, so naturally I jumped on it and started ahhhing, and was pleasantly surprised when one or two other people did the same thing (since we all picked the same harmony line, I immediately jumped down to the lower harmony).

Maybe at the same party or maybe a similar dream, I had a laptop at the table and a burned CD with people's music (including some of mine), mostly rough demos, on it. Among the tracks were a few of Jordyn drumming along with a female singer/guitarist(?) whom I hadn't heard of before. The drumming seemed a little off somehow, but it was almost the same in both tracks, as if it were intentional.

Forgetting stuff and missing the plane

I was going to catch a plane, but I kept managing to forget a few important items back at my place (seemed like it was a third story apartment or dorm room in a large building, with one or two roommates). I kept getting outside and down the street, or even all the way to the departure place and realizing I'd forgotten something. So I would rush back to my place, which wasn't terribly far away, but after twice or three times of this, it appeared that I had missed the departure time.

Microprognostication

Charlie's Angels 2? Something about a long steep hill in the woods, one of the characters comes out of a cabin partway down the hill. More credits come on, this late in the film.

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I'm in some kind of small store or apartment... not sure. I read names "I'm so-and-so" off a piece of paper. After each name is a description of what's going to happen to them in a few seconds. I go through the list and each person does something markedly different from what is written on the paper. I get down to the last name (Beth) who is supposed to do something... anyway, she's sitting across from me on the same couch, and she's a regular bombshell... sandy hair? A little short. But she's the only one in the room who looks at me and says something like, "at your house.." And who am I to refuse? I may massage her bare feet at some point.