The Following Takes Place Between 2:AM and 8:30 AM on June 08, 2011

When I first started the dream, from the point I remembered, I assumed the body of Russell Brand or at least his voice. I had just recently traded in a yacht or some uber expensive boat for this rusted out, tiny tugboat whose name I can’t remember but I remember the life preserver which beared it’s name looked brand new. I and whoever else was driving the boat stopped at this little shed by the a dock and I shared a very brief conversation with an old man about how I just gave away $130 million and now only have $20. When I leave he relays this to his wife, who is younger than he is easily by 10 years, and has an expression somewhere in between not caring and thinking I’m insane. I head back on the water, trekking through the grey fog and snow while going along this large rust colored ship, then come to land where there’s a large crowd around what I believe was the Sears Tower (now the Willis Tower in real life) but had this small church like roof connected to one of it’s sides not too far off the ground. I’m clearly there to give a press conference, now as myself, and introducing me is Russell Brand so I’m clearly back to my normal self. After he gives my intro I stand there in silence somewhat nervous and unsure of what I’m going to say and I excuse myself to collect my thoughts.
I walk up the slanted part of the roof onto the flat part where I walk over to a door with a window in it and a big ass security dude standing behind it who opens it due to either it weighing as much as the tugboat or the wind is blowing too hard (even though I barely felt it.) The lobby inside looks very newly designed, somewhat similar to a hospital that’s been built or rebuilt in the last 10 years. Everything very much sticks to a pallet and is symmetrical in design. The floor I’m currently on has a very grey lobby and the office behind the double sided elevators (meaning there are two sets of elevator doors. Wasn’t happy with the phrasing,) has another lobby which has a lot of blues, greys, purples, with mostly curved designs and rails. I go through the elevators into the office lobby, checking on the bouncer behind me to see if he’s paying attention. I’m checking on him because I’m trying to get to the top floor where Trent Reznor is that is not easy accessible without clearance. I get to about 30 feet away before I act like I realized I was in the wrong office. I turn around and stand in the elevator hitting the button for the 23rd floor, currently being on the 16th floor. The elevator goes up and gets to the floor and this office lobby I head into is much different - to the right for the first 200 hundred feet is essentially the cafe which has tables and fits in with the yellow color scheme of the rest of the office and this stretch looks very homey and domesticated with some curves, which contrasts the rest which is made up of right angles and is somewhat industrial looking. Against the back wall is essentially the kind of metal wall you’d see for a warehouse and my right has a drywall, both of which are painted of course. To my right however are a bunch of shipping containers that aren’t more than five feet tall most of them, the highest being about seven feet and all of them being about 10 to 15 long.
I first walk over to the cafe area where there’s a few people sitting around sitting and talking, and one of those people happens to be David Spade who is eating cheddar & sour cream Baked Lays which I know I bought that he’s saying I didn’t. I know I bought them damn it, it’s my dream. That wasn’t my argument but regardless, why would he get them? Friggin’ Hobbit. But I digress. I walk away and go forward into this little office which is elevated so I walk up the metal grate stairs where B.P. Richfield (from the Jim Hensen show “Dinosaurs”, image here) is sitting there waiting to give me orders with some weird Nerf-like rotary saw blades lying around stuck together. I ask him why he’s always yelling and can’t just be like, “Just say, ‘Hey, this is what needs to be done, and like this, in this time’ and just be cool about it and not a dick.” Clearly this didn’t ever cross his mind so he was a bit beside himself. (For those who never saw the show, Richfield was almost always yelling.)
I leave the office and walk along the back wall just looking at the environment because I can’t remember what Richfield said needed to be done. As I walk I get bored from the lackluster scenery and this woman in front of me just falls down dead and I start to walk away quick cause I know I’m gonna get blamed for it. My escape almost works until I bump into someone and sends guards after me, and a vigilante Ned Beatty with a shotgun. (Who the hell cast this movie?) However I pull out this very bizarre looking .357 revolver, which when I shoot into the air makes everyone back off for a moment. I use the opportunity to make a break and hide by walking in between and climbing over some of the containers. That doesn’t work so well as Ned continues to follow me and at one point is standing right over me as I’m hiding but can’t see me until I fire a shot up to scare him. I make a run and wind up going into an open are in between the containers making me an easy target. Around the corner comes Olivia Wilde. (Seriously, what the hell?) She’s rocking two different shoes, a black jacket, jeans and is ready to kick my ass. We get into somewhat of a fight until I stop about three seconds in after looking at one of her shoes which causes me to run away opening a portal after jumping in mid-air. I don’t go through it but my persona does which makes her non-hostile and suddenly my ally. We begin to walk back to the main area totally cool and shortly after I walk back into consciousness.
They say that your dreams are often composed out of things you did or saw or heard that day, none of this shit came up yesterday. A lot of this stuff is picked out of different days in the past week. My brain’s slow.

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