Old Classmates, small rave, Catholic Church, 10/15

Last night, it will be difficult for me to keep everything in order. I will try to recall my last three dream sequences.

First, I was in a slum kind of downtown. I remember now, it was on the far west side, like hell's kitchen but further downtwon, of manhattan. There was some kind of school there and I was telling people how that isn't the best part of town, but its not so bad. I went there and wanted to throw some kind of rave. But there wasn't any electric circuits. Or so I was told. I found two on the side of the building, but it was tough to get them to work, if they even did. There was a small field beside there that the rave was going to be in. A small grass lot, like where kids could play football. Everything was between fairly beat up buildings.
But after plugging in the lights, I wanted to tell if they worked and the field had become a pool filled with water. I was going to dip my desk lamp in the pool to see if anyone got electrocuted, then I would know the plug worked. It worked.

Next somehow, I remember being in Sacred Heart Bascillica with my old classmates. We are all 28 now, and we are eating at a banquet table long ways down the aisle, with a few people at the head on the first part of the altar area, including Tim Staub and Mike Noel. Bigger Tim is NE of me and further down is the pastor. One I have never seen before. Tim gets up and proselytizes about the lives of those on the altar, about how they are still looking for love and that. Tim S says, "I wish he would just be quiet, I don't want to hear this." And I am laughing to myself. I guess I feel a little superior, I mostly just feel like an outsider at my own reunion. The priest looks upset by the whole thing.

Then we jump to the inside of the building where I got the outside electricity for the "pool party." On the inside, I have almost no room. Its a slum house. I have a kitchen/work bench with like hot plates and stuff, and a large eating area. I visit my neighbor, he is on top of where the rave/pool land used to be. He explains how he doesn't have any room. (There is a very strange part between there with sci fi hook ups to computers, video games, and somebody OH Dallas made me jump out of a moving car, he wouldn't stop for me, and I think that's how I ended up living there). He has a family I believe and he needed to throw out some soda cans, but some were full too. I went through, because I told him I could keep them. It was the size of a case of beer, and while throwing out the old and open ones, and keeping the good ones, i found a decent amount of money. A lot for poor people like us. I told him to look inside, that we had a few good cans left, and what else did he see. I was hoping he would split it with me. I get the feeling he did. The inside of his house became a grass field again with a tree in the middle NW from me. I think i started throwing a football to somebody and that is all I can remember.