This one took place at a variation of my grandparents' old house in Indiana.  It's amazing how much detail I was recalling of rooms in that house. My parents had a pet chimp on a leash.  I was afraid it was going to freak out and bite me in a horrible disfiguring way.  My mom and dad were assuring me the ape was gentle and played with it like it was a dog. 

   I saw a TV commercial, a PSA warning people not to lick their dogs because a dog seeing a human tongue triggers a reflex in the dog's brain, causing it to involuntarily start eating your face off. There was footage of people playing with dogs in sunny fields of grass and as soon as they licked their dog's face it would catch the person's tongue in their teeth and eat their face.  I thought this was really funny and lauged at the TV.

   I saw a weird 3D cartoon on TV where two people were gradually making each other cybernetic, replacing body parts with computerized parts.  This part is really hard to describe.  It was a deeply metaphysical experience. I was totally engrossed in what I was seeing, and felt a sense of awe.  I think it was interactive, like a video game.  It took place inside a cavernous space station with a huge domed window ceiling looking out at galaxies and nebulae.  The characters were bubbly and cartoony with soft, cooing voices, and they would touch each other with beautiful glowing machinelike appendages.  Each time one attached a cybernetic part to the other, they would show it to me, open it up and inside was an entire universe or dimension which I could only see a small part of.

   My friend from work came over with a few of his hippie friends and I let them in.  The hippie friends were all decked out in annoyingly college hippie clothes and accessories (wooden flutes, hackysacks, sandals, beards and dreads)  I got the feeling they were assholes so I just talked with my friend.  More and more hippies started showing up, increasingly freakier and grotesque looking.  There were dwarf hippies and obese hippies.  One guy had buzz-cut hair which was bleached and I could see his scalp through it which was wrinkly and convoluted like a shar-pei dog.  There was a hulking black man much taller than me carrying a spear, wearing a head dress made of animal skin and his face was painted chalky yellow. The whole scene reminded me of R. Crumbs' hideous hippie charicatures.

  All these hippies were staring to piss me off, they were dirty, smug and boring to talk to, self-righteously stomping around playing drums and doing drugs in my grandparent's house.  I kept checking on the cats who were shut in my old room.

   Matt was there and I was releived that I had someone to make fun of hippies with.  A dwarf hippie girl about three feet tall wanted to dance with me.  One guy talked to Matt about some activist group in Africa he was joining.  I think I was drinking and smoking and getting a buzz.  I noticed a lot of the hippies had really cool musical instruments, resembling parts of Llyn Foulkes' machine. I saw him perform the day before.  A pretty girl was telling me some information, maybe her phone number, and I was trying to write it on my hand with just the nib of a gold pen.  Gold ink was getting all over my fingers but would not remain legible on my skin. 

   The house was really crowded by now, it was a full-fledged raging party.  I looked out the window and saw a girl naked on the lawn with her legs spread letting guys line up and hump her.  I started thinking I really needed to get all these people out of the house.  This was taking place in the upstairs hallway of the house which I remember clearly from childhood.   I tried to get everyone's attention but  they were ignoring me.  I was getting mad.  I yelled something, and a chunky guy with greasy longish black hair and a filthy flannel shirt turned around and stared at me intensely like "who you think you talkin' to?".  He didn't look like a hippie, he looked like an escaped inmate or something.  He got out a shotgun and started blowing people away. 

   Everyone was panicking and I quickly found a cordless phone.  I was trying to dial 911 but I was having trouble hitting the right keys.  The guy noticed me and startred chasing me.  I ran outside into the night with this maniac after me.  I realized if I got a hold of the police, I wouldn't be able to remember what the address of the house was.  I ran around the block and back toward the house to see if I could read the numbers but it was too dark.  I realized as I was running that I was about to be cornered at a high fence with barbed wire.  The guy was closing in and I couldn't move.  All I could do was yell HELP!!!

   I really did scream something as I woke up.  The sun was just starting to rise and the cats were staring at me because I had just screamed.  For some reason the Beatles paperback writer was playing in my head as I took notes on the dream.  I went back to sleep when I had calmed down.  I don't know how much time passed before I had the next dream.

    I described to someone the chimp scene from the prevoius dream. 

    I had a gruesome closeup vision of a dog having surgery in its nose.  The dog was concious, yelping and talking in a manner startlingly disassociated with what was happening to it.  The dog's facial bones were spread open and dark purple blood vessels exposed and squirting blood onto its fur.  There were needles and stainless steel tubes sticking out  I focused my attention on the tip of the nose which looked intact, a cute quivering puppy nose surrounded by gore. 

    I don't remember what the dog was saying, but I think it was describing the operation, periodically yelping in pain.  At one point I was presented a different view where I could see the animal's skull which had a black laquer finish and a protective clear plastic dome formed over it. Then I saw a doctor splattered with blood holding up a leaky bladderlike bag that was gushing some liquid.  The horror of the whole thing snappped me awake again.