I’m with Dr. Ayleen in a room in her house. I am a guest and this is the room I’m going to be staying in. She is there, and so is another guest who I believe is the African American character from Once Upon a Time. The bed is covered with things. There are many people in the house and the stereo is playing loudly. Someone is sitting in a love seat close to the stereo. Dr. Ayleen is saying that she likes quiet and solitude, but the comfort of the house is nice because all of the people there are special. I recall dumping something out on the bed but don’t recall what it is. Next thing is that we’re next to a china cabinet and taking something out of the drawer like a large key. The AA is taking. Then I’m dragging a shopping cart which is very heavy thru a large shopping complex. There’s a woman following me. I have to climb on top of trash bins to get to where I’m going but it’s the best way. I reach the shop that I want to get to which has some relationship to a wolf. This must be from the Once Upon a Time episode. I love the food here and I’m there when they’re being interviewed by a local station. I comment that I can’t wait to get there first thing in the morning and the anchor woman asks, “You mean you get here at 5am when they open?” I say, “No way. I mean just the start of my morning.” Then I grabbed some fried potato that was similarly cut to french fries off a plate and ate them.

I’m with another man and we were on our way to a location that’s a cross between a convent, a school, and an orphanage. There’s a woman there that’s not doing good things to the kids that are there. We drive there late at night and when we arrive, we look for the building that we need to be at. It’s dark, so we’re proceeding with flashlights and it difficult to determine where we should be because there are so many buildings. We start to enter a small gate to the patio of one of the large stone buildings when an owl starts attacking the man I’m with. We’re both trying to defend him when it starts attacking me. Eventually it attempts to fly away but losing many feathers in the tree above us. I shine my light on the feathers and notice how beautiful they are. I hear a strange mechanical sound and look around and find a vibrating piece of metal contraption that’s wrapping around one of the claws of the owl. I notice that it’s battery operated so I pull out a couple of the batteries to stop it. I feel sorry for the owl and wonder if that’s the reason it was so angry. Next thing I know, I’m inside the building sitting with a large group of kids who are a little scared and uncertain of what’s going on. I’m there now and it seems safer. There’s something unusual about one of the kids but I can’t pinpoint what it is.

There was this miniature elephant near a garbage can. It was the size of a cocker spaniel, but much cuter. I was trying to help it because it seemed to be submerged in something like spaghetti.

I was in an old theatre with red velvet seats. There were a couple of women there and we were talking about wind instruments. One of the women pulled out a battered case and opened it. Inside was a clarinet that wasn’t stained black like most I’ve seen but rather looked like it was and African hard wood. She said it was a battle clarinet from the war. She played it and it sounded amazing. I played a wooden flute and there was music. Suddenly, she started acting like a puppet on strings and was dancing around the theatre, twirling and moving about on the chairs so authentically that I was laughing. Then she approached a wall and was humping it like a pole dancer. It was hysterical and I awoke laughing.