The Cluttered Life of a Beautiful Mind

This was a fairly interesting one. It felt like it came from an episode Power Rangers Planet Nature Force or something. It was a zoo enclosure shared by several animals. A crocodile or two, a medium sized yellow bird creature ( a little shorter than big bird from sesame street) and some other carnivorous highly dangerous to be around animal. So, someone fell in and the corcodile was about to chomp them. Then, a voice of some signifiant character in this absurdly already complicated story. It was the Green Ranger but it wasn't Tommy (aka dino thunder black). It was some navajo guy with a suitable narrator voice to teenage television shows. Some Wild Force Power Ranger (I imagine is a green ranger with long hair and looks like Cisco from CW's Flash but with a kakhi vest and men's head band) starts to acknowledge my existence and describes what on earth is going on. Some old timey style power ranger person or someone started playing narrator in the backdr...

He was selling a normal feature phone. That's nice, I thought. Then, I didn't see him again. Then, I got in a car. The car then fell out of the sky, for some reason. It was like a plane (actually, a flying car) crash landing on a runaway (here, street). The car made a hole, a linear indent, in the tar road. akin to the damage Lightning McQueen made on the road with the stop sign, when he first rodeo'd down into Radiator Springs in the first Cars movie. I'm getting out, I said, but the driver rotated the car around, with me outside having the road open. And I'm looking at the line we made on the road. It was puddled with muddy water after rain. I got out of the car and away from it. There was like fire from the tire skids or something, in the distance. Didn't pay too much attention to that. Next, thing I knew, I was walking to an old house I used to live in long back and there was this person I was approaching. This kid about my age was on the sidewa...

The Restaurant Umbrella Dream : You're in a big car arriving at a seemingly familiar drop off. Random chums say let's walk into the place with our umbrellas open. I'm handed a typical black umbrella with a silver colored underside. Everyone opens their umbrella's and walks into the restaurant. I, however, open mine just right after we walk in through the door. Perhaps, to be a little more suprising than the rest. All the other people just walk into perhaps the AC room, anyhow the next room, holding their umbrellas with no problem whatsoever. But as I entered, I scraped the embeded jewelery off the dress of a lady waiting for a table. I reach down and hand the embroidery all back to her. She feels dissapointed. I feel bad for her dress. The man on the first table laughs or something. Anyhow, he enjoyed that and was brought into my attention. One of those people that stand (here, sit) out in a crowd. Remembering that this place wasn't good with food, I find my...