Chris Thile

I was hanging out with Chris Thile. It was winter and we were walking in the snow. I asked when he started playing the mandolin and he frowned and said something like "probably as early as I could walk". He told me that his mother gave it to him and I got images of how he always sat playing, wherever she brought him, while he was waiting for her.

Spiderbro and Green Gobbro

Spiderman was fighting Green Goblin, the latter having the upper hand, grabbing and throwing the former through the floor and then following after. The next clip Willem Dafoe / Norman Osborn was in a suit, getting punched up hard by a Spiderman, sitting with legs across him. Then he was back in the suit again, but a more powerful one, carrying a rifle. Spiderman was in a mecha armour, dressed up for Halloween, with a big plastic rifle. They were outside in the street, where other people were dressed up as well.

"Mine is a rail gun, what's yours?" asked Osborn. Realising he'd lost, Peter Parker was at Norman's mercy. Norman decided to walk Peter down the street before finding a place to execute him. He treated him to a meal from a self-service street food vendor; a plate filled with various calories like stewed potatoes and macaroni along with bacon and maybe coleslaw. They took one plate each as they wandered down the street, eating as they went. As I assumed the role of Peter I looked back at one of the vendors and it was Dave, the translator at USJ.

We were on bikes then, riding around and being a bit silly, knowing the gravity of what was to come. We rode past trailers and buildings were quite run down. I rode straight through the door and into the living room of what seemed to be an elderly couple. The old lady of the house, looking a fair bit like my late grandmother Sonja, strode out into the room and when she saw me and Norman her mouth started watering at the prospect of having two younger men at her mercy. There were clinking chains going about, but none of us was very intimidated by it all. I raced the bike towards a window and broke through, its shards running along my arms and painfully cutting my fingers.

Blood appeared and then disappeared as white strands started sealing up the wound.

The Books on Flying

I was meeting up with a very successful entrepreneur. He looked to be in his twenties and was quite friendly, talking about the revolutionising book he had written that made him famous. I suggested that I write a book about flying, hoping to be successful myself, but he said that plenty of books about that had been written already. I jumped out from his balcony and flew away.

A girl was naked and enticing me. Fairly short, tanned, brown straight hair going blonde in places, grey eyes. We started having sex when she suggested that I tried something even better. I was ecstatic and agreed. She then fetched some kind of drugs and it became clear that she was trying to hook me up with some kind of subscription. I just wanted to blow my load in her and leave at that point.

I was flying around quite a bit, landing on talll buildings. Some people thought it was cool, other didn't care. I think Siri was there, urging me on.

I had sex with another girl. She might have been blonde and a bit more curvaceous.

(woke up exhausted and dry)