12-16-07

The setting was a mixture of my old and current job. I'm back working in the wood mill while also working at my current occupation as a teachers aide. I remember walking up floors to get to my destination (the mill had four floors with two sets of stairs for each floor) and I'm going through departments and through clouds of wood dust and workers at machines to get to my destination. I finally arrive in a room that looks like a break room and the student I work with at school is there and he's just written a humorous story that an expert in child psychology is trying to analyze.

The story he has written is related to what I do next. I go to a room with a huge window that also acts like a skylight. It's almost dark and I lie down and watch the sky as a bucket shaped UFO has sparks and fire blazing from it as rows of colored lights that remind me of holiday decorations blink in succession.

Then suddenly the bucket shrinks and collapses as if being flattened and black smoke and flames billow out of it.

Then the scene changes and I'm recalling a comedy routine I saw by Sam Kinison to my mother and sister. Weird thing is, I'm mouthing the words but I'm hardly making a sound. It's right before waking up.