House party, boozed and bruised car, awkward ninja girl

A bunch of folks were partying in the left-side (i.e. port side) driveway of the house I lived in. I was sitting in the driver seat of my car, with the car facing the side of the house next door, only a few feet away. It was nighttime.

Among the party guests was someone I identified with Zach W, who was standing between the hood of my car and the side wall of the next door house. There was loud electronic dance music playing, and he was fiddling with a stage lighting device, which was strobing and brightly shining various colors.

Even though a strip of the lights were placed on the hood in front of me, and facing me, something managed to block it from shining straight in my eyes.

There was a 24-pack of beer on the floor in front of the passenger seat, more than half of which had been emptied out/consumed. I reached and grabbed another, mentioning to Ray (who was standing outside the driver side window) that we had to finish all the beer before we could go driving anywhere. (Ray seemed skeptical.)

Later, after having spent some time inside the house, I came back out, and found (as I had already heard from others) that my car had been badly trashed (vandalized perhaps, or abused by partygoers). I looked at the rear bumper, seeing that it had been replaced by a really cheap looking, mint-green bumper that was all the wrong dimensions, and wasn't well attached, either.

I walked around the port side of the house and into the back yard, which had a tall (10+ feet) wooden fence along the back, with perhaps a small street behind it. It was mid- to late afternoon now.

As I walked into the back yard, out of nowhere a young woman comes flying over the fence and lands upright, just in front of me. She's wearing a white, decorated t-shirt or the like, and has reddish, dirty blond, somewhat poofy long hair.

Despite her grand entrance (which might have really been intended to have gone unnoticed), we don't really say much to each other, but I think she looks familiar and ask if we met once before, a while back, around this same place.

She says it's unlikely we've met before, because she lives "at Milwaukee, WI near Largo" (or something weird like that, maybe referring to a street or a metro stop in the DC area).

Christmas party on an aircraft carrier

I was with a large, somewhat familiar crowd on the top deck of a cargo ship or small aircraft carrier, presumably on the water far from land. People had gathered there for a Christmas celebration.

One smallish propeller plane had just landed on deck, and the airplane's crew was coming out and joining the crowd. They hailed from the Netherlands, and there were about 12 of them, mostly middle-aged men. They had some weird tradition where they had large ropes (such as would be used to secure a boat to a dock, or slightly narrower than that) hanging all over them, so that they could still move about but they hobbled in weird ways, leaning to one side, hunched over, or crabwalking.

The crowd cheered as they came off the plane one by one and walked over -- reminiscent of a sports team's introduction at an important game. Nancy M was amongst the crew, too.

My part of the crowd started moving off toward a covered area on the deck, where tables had been set up. On my way over, I noticed someone who looked a lot like Sarah O from high school, except she looked taller, and was wearing a deep purple dress; and the irises of her eyes were the same deep purple as her dress. Quite striking.

I sat at a table with four other guys, the two at the opposite end seemed familiar but I don't remember who they were; in the middle was a guy who reminded me of Moe W. Music was playing: Happy Xmas (War Is Over). Where they were singing "A very merry Christmas", everyone raised their... goblets?, and said "Happy Christmas!" And when they sang "and a happy new year", everyone toasted again right away, saying "Happy New Year!"

I clinked goblets with the two guys closest to me, then we started passing our cups around the table to clink with people we couldn't reach.

How many times was I invited to this party?

I was at a house party, in a house with many, many rooms. I think I had gone out somewhere and come back. I noticed (or perhaps remembered) now that there were at least two identical copies of myself hanging out in different rooms at the party.

I seemed to recall that the copies had been created only a short time ago, and that the copies are so exact that there's no distinguishable difference between us -- though I believe we are all wearing different colored shirts (I think mine was red).

I glanced into one room, saw a copy of me sitting on the floor with several other friends, talking and having a good time. I was okay with that, and moved on down the hallway.

At some point around then I felt like I was having a memory lapse, and I began to wonder again exactly which copy I was -- to be exact, I was under the impression that I was the "original", but then I thought I could vaguely remember some experience to the contrary. It bugged me a little, but not too much.