This one was epic. First of all, I vaguely remember Price (my random roommate from last fall) complaining that one of the campus cops seemed to have it out for him. He’d been stopped by the guy several times and gotten harsh warnings each time.
In my dream, the apartment group went to this seedy bar and we were watching this soccer game there. It was sort of like a real life version of Moe’s Tavern. And there was another bar next door and Homer and Lenny were in a big fight, running back and forth between the two. There were other regulars there, sitting at the bar, gazing balefully at the surroundings. One of them was a middle aged lady named Sam.
We were seated at the far corner, watching this game and I suddenly felt queasy.
I zapped awake in a hospital bed with an IV in my arm and a tube in my nose. I realized that the tube was my only source of oxygen since if I squeezed it, I started to blackout.
But everyone was gone and I felt lonely so I walked out, needle still in m y arm, feeling quite out of it, like when you get out of bed on a sick day after sleeping all day.
I got in my car and I was driving back to the apartment but I took a wrong turn. I figured that the road would just meet up again if I followed it and so I was anxiously looking at every intersection for a familiar name. I got dizzy again so I pulled over and started walking. I’d gone three blocks when I realized that I wouldn’t want to walk back to the car to pick it up at night. So I turned around.
When I got to the place where I’d left it, there was a semi on the side of the road right behind it. It had almost crashed into my little Golf. Oh, and flashing lights. The campus cop, who for some reason looked like Bill Murray, in full disheveled Rushmore mode.
He was writing me up a ticket and I tried to tell him that I’d just gotten out of the hospital and felt dizzy and he kept yelling at me for blocking traffic. He wouldn’t let me get a word in edgewise. I said that I’d move the car but he was all set to have it towed. Finally I asked him for a drunk test, to prove that I could make it home OK.
He agreed. He started walking, arms out. I followed. He started running. I followed. He ran backwards. So did I. Then he stuck his knees together and just ran with the calves. I was right behind him. He started laughing and so did I and it was out of a Christmas Carol, the transformation of a grump. We ended up rolling on the grass by the side of the road like little kids.
And then we drove to his house in my car and he showed me the secret door in, through this little cupboard filled with olive oil bottles. He thanked me for showing him how to have fun again and how this would let him reconnect with his lost love, the Sam lady from the bar. He went to call her. I tried to leave through the cupboard but I knocked over several bottles on the way out and they broke on the ground. I was trying to pick them up but somehow I got glass in my mouth and it hurt like hell and I woke up.