Another dream blog

The beginning of the dream is already a little vague. I remember running along the roof of this square building, the kind with a square courtyard inside. I was trying to get somewhere else but can't remember what I was trying to do. Off to one side of the building was a jungle and a short distance away was another building. In another direction was the ocean, the last two directions lead off to the city.

I remember we were at the bottom of a hill and that the rain was causing the streets leading to the building to be flooded. There was a party on the top floor of the building and it was some sort of mansion, with lots of drinking and shenanigans. There were even stuffed animals in the room. So at some point I realize the building is one fire. Rather than panicking everyone only gets more racuous in their partying.

I try to call 911 but it ends up being something like 6911 which is WWE Diva 911 where hot wrestling women answer the phone instead of professional emergency operators. After I tell them my hotel is on fire, I hang up and check out the situation. Checking the street level there is a monsoon outside. The cars driving on the ocean side of the building are in several feet of water with waves crashing over the tops of the cars. The drivers inside don't seem panicked at all, and seem oblivious to the surfers who are going by them.

I go back upstairs and the party is still going on, even though the fire just got to my fireworks supply. I remember that it was $200K or $250K in fireworks. Again no one is panicking, they are just excited. Some people leave the room and go into the hall. I decide that the 6911 call wasn't working and call 911 and say it was a significant fire, they question me on it being significant and I insist it is. I then decide to go down to the street to wait for them. I have a lot of trouble hearing the operator because of the noise of the party.

In the hall the people who left are having sex. Mostly it is random couplings of three or four people. Then I see one person I know having sex with his wife (he is very moral and at first I'm shocked, but since it's his wife I think it's alright). I'm invited by one of the threesomes (which contains my wife/girlfriend) to join, but say I have to go wait for the firefighters.

I go downstairs and see the flooded streets and I'm afraid the firetrucks coming down the hill won't be able to make it through. So I start running toward the road leaving down the hill, through the city. It is all these abandoned factories and warehouses that I recognize from other dreams. I'm quickly lost, and while running across on street I hear the trucks. I turn back and there is an ambulance far out ahead of the trucks.

I flag the ambulance down indicating it should follow me and start running back towards the burning building. I make it to a fenced off lot, the kind of fence that is corrugated metal so you can't see through it. Even though the sky is dark because of night and the rain, it is apparent there is a large fire burning on the other side of the lot because of the brightness.

I point out the large glow to the firefighter and he asks me if I were the one who reported the fire. I say I was, and he asks if I said it was a significant fire, and I say it was. He takes another look at the glowing sky, punctuated by a few more fireworks, and says that it's twice that. The ambulance driver meanwhile grabs me and pulls me into the lot, which is some sort of junk yard.

She immediately lifts up my shirt and starts applying electrical leads slathered in some sort of goo to my chest. I protest that I feel fine, and she doesn't believe me. As she is checking me out she is brushing into me more than is necessary. I again insist I'm fine, even my lungs feel clear I say, breathing deeply. But she insists, and says I probably haven't peed since it all began. I tell her I have and she is shocked. I tell her I have to again, and she is really amazed. She says that most people are so scared they couldn't piss to save their life.

I say that there wasn't anything to be scared of. The fire was moving slowly, so that it was easy to outrun. I also knew the structure of the building was still fine, so I didn't have to worry about that. As I explained things she got even more excited, and started really pressing against me. She says I must be some kind of miracle person. As she presses against me, I can feel how past her prime she is. She says something like she's a 59 year old woman with pancreatic cancer, and she wants my miracle tongue to lick her slit because it's closer to her pancreas. I have no idea where the pancreas is, only that pancreatic caner is almost inevitably fatal.

Eventually I break free from the extremely affectionate, 59 year old, slightly chubby, very soft, pancreatic cancer having EMT. I stumble away and find other people from the party huddled under blankets in the junk yard. I walk out the gate of the junkyard and find my girlfriend/wife talking to her father. Her father is the one that actually owned the hotel, the industrial buildings on one side, and the mansion in the jungle on the other side. I tell him that I'm sorry I burned his hotel down, but at least the fire didn't get to the mansion. He almost seems amused by it all and insists that it's not my fault.

Anyway, that's about as much of the dream as I can still remember. I'm sure by tomorrow, this blog will be the only record left.