I was a jailer, but my prisoners were all chickens. I saw up on the hill outside the prison a boar and some other animals. (apes?) I walked up the hill started snuggling the boar. Then the scene suddenly shifted and I was dancing obscenely down some busy city streets in nothing but my underwear. I wasn’t embarrassed, thinking “this is just a dream, they can’t really see me”. But then I started to worry-was it actually a dream? How would I really know? What if they started to see me? I then woke up.
I want to rent a Christopher Walken movie. I remember that the film is from the 90s, vaguely cyberpunk and internet related. At the video store, I walk around looking for it. I borrow a membership card from a friend, and this causes me to become covered in ants. I find the film, but somehow instead of watching it I “become” a scene in it. I am in a french canal, riding a motorcycle underwater. I accidentally disturb a rabbit mother and her nest down there under the water with my motorcycle. I feel guilty. I drop the motorcycle, and start to walk back with her to bring her to her babies, but am confronted by a friend on a bridge, who shames me further about what I have done to these rabbits.
I was driving home to my parents house in the country. It was night. In the distance, a massive plane very slowly angled downwards, and then crashed into the ground, lighting up the sky with red. Behind the explosion, the dark silhouettes of city skyscapers were briefly seen, and then vanished. I checked twitter for news on this crash, but could only find vague or roundabout references to it, nothing that made sense. A bit later, there was news of a Mark David Chapman-type going a shooting spree, claiming he’d been inspired by the book My Body and I by Rene Crevel.