I'm so mad at you, you could live for everyone in June.

I was in the back seat of a car; a wife and husband in their forties were in front, the wife driving. Someone else was in the back, to my left.

For some reason, the husband was brandishing a revolver, pointing it at the wife to compel her to drive somewhere. Stranger, though, was that he held the gun up around the same height as his neck and angled it down towards her. I advised lowering it so that people outside wouldn't see what was going on, but he continued holding it up.

The wife, frustrated, said: "I'm so mad at you, you could live for everyone in June."

"Try August!" I said. Somehow I think she was wishing all the summer heat upon him.

Dude! Jet trails!

In a restaurant with a group of friends (guys and girls). One friend comes in from outside the restaurant, saying "Dude! Jet trails!" It seemed like he really wanted someone to take pictures. A couple of us (including Greg) come out to see what is going on. Outside the restaurant was an interesting little area. Despite being outdoors it was almost completely surrounded by urban-relic type walls and most of a ceiling, so that there wasn't much way to see beyond the enclosed area. But in front of us, where most of the people crowded around were staring, was a long opening revealing something of an alley or passageway with another wall behind it.

I heard a droning noise, figuring it must be the plane my friend was talking about. I trained my camera on the only possible place we would see anything (the passageway), and a few seconds later, it looked like two planes, one chasing the other, passed through from right to left. I was taking as many pictures as I could (multiple exposure setting) but I only caught a glimpse of part of the pursuing plane. It was a lustrous muddy greenish brown color. Someone mentioned that it must be a "commando unit", which got them pretty excited.

We waited, and a little while later the droning came back and so did that second plane, passing through the passageway again. I didn't catch much more on the camera the second time — I was having a hard time positioning the shot through the viewscreen. But very soon after, a motorcycle came through the alley and stopped right in front of us. A military guy jumped off the bike, threw (or launched) something that looked like a grenade towards the crowd, said something cryptic, and said we had "two minutes".

My group ran back into the restaurant to say what had happened. I was going to show my pictures, when I noticed that: a) the latest batch of pictures came out in sepia for some reason, and b) even though Greg and I agreed that the military guy had come in on a motorcycle, the pictures on the camera showed him getting out of his airplane (which was smallish, and had propellers in interesting places).

We got ready to evacuate down to the basement of the restaurant where hopefully the explosion wouldn't hurt us. But we had some leftover pizza in boxes on the table from some other occasion, which we had been dragging around with us (it was mixed slices of pizza from two or three different places). I grabbed a slice of onion-studded pizza and we went off toward the basement. Unfortunately there was a bit of a line. Before we even got to the basement door, we heard voices from various places around (even some still outside) counting down... 3... 2... 1... But there was no explosion.

After giving a few more seconds for good measure, the crowd started coming back outside again. Now the military guy was standing by a bus, telling everyone to board. Two guys (the equivalent of Fred and George Weasley) were tossing rocks at the explosive, and it did actually ... barely.. explode. It went off with a low thud. I thought I saw the military guy chuckle a little.

On top of the bus, surrounded by low guard rails, were a bunch of horses (actually, I think they were Przewalski's Horses). I had a feeling we would be needing those horses wherever we were being taken. I also still felt suspicious of the military guy, and wanted to make sure he wasn't trying to get us all killed (again). So as I passed by the right side of the bus, I quickly peeked underneath and check for bombs attached the bottom of the bus. Instead, I saw a family of very vicious looking dogs. They didn't attack me, thankfully. I thought to myself something like, "Note to self: Circumprescription counterproductive. Stick to the club house."

As we were about to get on the bus, a friend of mine noted that the crowd was being organized into groups and people needed to take positions. He thought I should consider "first bass" or "second bass". I was pretty sure we already had a first bass guy, and I didn't think I was yet talented enough with bass to take that position.

I tell Mark-Erren...

"I tell Mark-Erren. She tells Mario."

- Anonymous (woman)

(I think it's funny that I know how to spell weird names and words from dreams, without really second-guessing myself. Must be that the knowledge of the name's spelling is an integral part of the dream.)

All in the name of the Bone Dog's life

"Áll in the náme of the Bóne Dóg's lìfe."

- Sparky (in a nasally gangsterish voice), jokingly, mid-conversation with Ray and Priss, who laugh a bit in response

(Accents intended to illustrate intonation.)

Every princessly night

"Every night, every ten minutes, every princessly night, even then—"

- A guy thinking something about hanging onto the top edge of some woman's bedroom door, slowly swinging inwards, eyes closed, mouth dropped open

Infectious in Texas

"Infectious in Texas"

- Anonymous

They left our Boy Scout tracks alone...

"They left our Boy Scout tracks alone... in West Virginia..."

- Bernie, talking to Bill outdoors (next to a train track, open area with some stands of trees around, Virginia wilderness style)

I've already given you a bonus.

"I've already given you a bonus. Be carefree."

- Half-exasperated middled-aged man in army fatigues, walking away from elderly folks after guiding them halfway to somewhere they knew how to get to. Outside of the front of my apartment complex.

I like to eat intoxicated

"I like to eat intoxícated."

- Echoey, emotionless/robotic female voice

(Accent indicates uncharacteristically high-pitched syllable.)

Dave should show up...

"Dave should show up — that would establish this fun."

- Twenty-something guy in black jumper sitting at a table with friends

Kello Marcello

"My name's Kello Marcello. I make the complimentary plastic uh..."

- Guy with a dark blond mustache and speaking with hand gestures/arm shaking

no No no no no no no

"no No no no no no no
wash your hands before you go..."

- Anonymous

Everybody dies in heaven...

1 1 1 1 1 2 3 2-1 X x x x X x x x X x x x X x x x (F) everybody dies in hea -ven 1 1 1 1 1 2 4↓ X x x x X x X x X x x x X x x x just so they can come back here

No, certainly not

"No, certainly not. As a follow-up to this
special evolution St. Patrick's Day question, ..."

- Anonymous

Deep Edwardophobia

"In the 6th millenium: deep Edwardophobia."

- Cheesy newscast on TV with brass jingle

Videoass!

"I... am... Videoass!"

- Crowd of 15-25 people

Placidly sympathizing

"When I know I should be at home,
placidly sympathizing with the one I love..."

- Me

I can't get by without that...

"I can't get by without that....
 one stick of butter in the past.."

- Anonymous

Rubbish... rubbish...

/ ¯¯¯¯ ¯¯ "Rubbish... rubbish... a word, little girl."

- Plump, purplish, short witch, swinging her arms to shoo people

(Extra marking indicates intonation.)

Love, love, love

"Love, love, love
so many times"

- Anonymous