Bike ride through a crowd to the park

I went for a bike ride up towards the park near our house. There's usually not many people on the tar bike path that runs alongside the main road, but on this ride, traffic on the road was completely stopped, and a lot of people (college age and adults) were just sitting around on the path, some with bikes on the ground near them. Most were facing towards me as I came up the path, and though it looked like some important (planned or unplanned) event was going on, and some people looked eager to inform me about it, I just kept biking through and past them.

Later, I was coming out of the park, this time in my car. I was coming out of a parking lot towards a traffic signal to my left, and preparing to make a left turn. The traffic signal was a wire with two side-by-side single lights.

As I left the parking lot, the lights turned yellow, but I decided to dash out. Just before I crossed under the lights, the one on the left turned red. I was a little worried there might be oncoming traffic. Needless to say, I was a little startled when my alarm went off at that exact instant.

Pete Hornberger steps into traffic

I was riding in a car with a few people in the late evening in drizzling rain, in a city — seemed like Washington DC at first, but probably was New York City. We were stopped at a red light, with the road sloped down behind us. To our right, the cross street had a narrow concrete median (on the right side of the road), and standing on the median was Pete Hornberger from 30 Rock.

He was holding a smallish white sign with something written on it, and was peering out towards the oncoming traffic (he was facing our direction). He shouted a few times, apparently towards somebody off in the distance to our left. He kept taking a few steps out into the road and looking off in the distance, and then coming back to the median because of the oncoming cars.

I didn't understand what he was trying to do, and told my friend so, and she mentioned that he might actually be shooting a scene for the show right now. That actually made sense to me, so I stopped worrying about it.

Randomly shopping while my neighborhood turns into NYC

I had gone across the street to Old Bridge Festival shopping center, to the far left where Blockbuster and Jerry's were, and walked into a random store to poke around. Most of the stuff in the store was toys and knick-knacks. On my way out, I saw a bunch of male and female action figures on a low shelf to my right, all of them topless. The female ones were particularly artificially well-endowed, and had been turned away from the aisle, presumably so as not to offend decent shoppers.

I went out to my car, but I had to wait there awkwardly as two black women were getting out of a vehicle next to my driver's side door. They were just kind of standing there talking, but I didn't want to be rude. I noticed a couple pairs of sunglasses had somehow fallen out of the passenger side of my car, so I grabbed those while waiting.

I finally got back in my car and started up the hill to cross Old Bridge Road back to Cricket Lane. When I got close enough to see over the ridge, however, the other side of Old Bridge Rd was a steep dropoff and past that was a sprawling city with many old skyscrapers (in my mind, it was New York City). I couldn't go directly to Cricket Lane -- instead I had to take an access entry to Old Bridge Rd, just 30 feet or so to the left of the Cricket Ln intersection. It looked impossible, because I had to cross two lanes to get into the turn lane and there were always cars stopped at the light blocking my way.

Talking to Priss about twelve-string Beatles songs

Priss and I were walking along the sidewalk along some main road. We were going downhill towards a traffic light and then banking around to the left. While we walked, we were listening to music. I was pointing out which Beatles songs made use of a twelve-string electric guitar. The two prime examples I remember from the dream were "You Can't Do That" and "I Call Your Name"; I thought I named a third song, but I forget which one.

Passing Dave on the way to the mini-mall

On my way into DC to visit some entertainment attraction, I am waiting at a traffic light (same light as in the previous dream) when I see one of the cars coming the other way has Dave K driving it. I give him a little "call me" hand gesture and he stares at me and does the same thing. I wonder if he is sentient. I'll see if I hear from him.

I continue towards this studio-sponsored mini-mall or some such. I'm driving there on a motorcycle, but somehow still being extremely quiet and, in spots, inching through crowds of people and sliding past them whisperingly. (The engine does make noise, but not very loud, and it's completely quiet when I'm not accelerating.)

When I get to the venue, I wander around, first downstairs, then upstairs, looking for something to do. A bunch of stuff is Jurassic Park themed, despite how old the franchise is. It turns out that today is Sunday and none of the attractions are even open. How lame.

Pop folk boater friends apologize for milky clothes

I find myself piloting a very small yacht through an icy pass that goes right by/under a major intersection (i.e. the traffic light in the next dream). I see a bunch of clothes sitting on the boat, and they're all wet (and milky?). My friends, two members of some famous 60's pop folk band or another, had written an apology note for the clothes and offered to turn themselves in if I wanted to press charges. I wrote back saying I obviously wasn't thinking of pressing charges.

I started pondering about the prison system in the area. I think if they did go to prison, it would be on the coast of Lake Superior, probably. Seemed like during this season the Great Lakes are mostly oil, but soon they would be changing to milk. That would be unbearable.