The Nathren Disturbance

I don't think this was all one dream.  It was kind of all over the place.  I was living in a house full of people.  I was moving out.  I bought tickets for a flight "home".  My sister was supposed to pick me up.  Until then, I was packing.  Then I had to do work around the house.  I was nailing frozen pizzas to a tree.  I would take the pizza, put it flat against the trunk of one the many tall, thick trees in our backyard.  Then I would take four nails and four small square pieces of wood.  I would place each of the pieces of wood at 10 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 8 o'clock and 4 o'clock.  Then I would nail the pieces of wood, pinning the pizza without putting a hole in it.  I had done several pizzas this way, then one of the nails began yelling at me.  I looked at it and it was coming loose.  Then I realized that a lot of the nails were nailed all the way in and they were coming out.  I threw the nail in a pile of wood, and decided to start over, grabbed another pizza, but it was split in half.  Other was misshaped (sort of heart-shaped).  I was running out of pizzas.  I was worried that the nail that yelled at me was thinking I wasn't going to use him.  I probably wasn't.  He was sort of bent.  There was some other guy wandering around the back yard.  I felt some vague pressure from him.  I started worrying that I was wasting too much time and was going to miss my flight. 

Then everything took a sharp turn.  Some pieces are pretty fuzzy.  I think I Superman with a black suit was in a chamber.  A woman had him pinned to a platform.  I was there.  At first she was OK with it, but then quickly turned on me.  and threw a chair in anger.  She was taking a chainsaw to superman.  She cut open his head, then started slicing him up.  But here is the thing.  She was actually just doing a procedure.  I think she was trying to hide him, or disguise him.  I was Superman's friend, I think, but she didn't want me to know.

Then Superman left the chamber, after thanking her, and started fighting a bunch of pretty goofy things.  They are pretty hard to describe.  They looked sort of like those mattresses that wave at you on the streets, except they were pink and sort of amoebae shaped. It was a pretty lame fight.  They all sort of just started throwing things around.

Another sharp turn.  I was riding a bike, and had to make it to a friend's house.  It was a girl, and I don't think I knew her well.  I had been to her house once, and was hoping I remembered where she lived.  I was in the back yard of a rather large nice house.  I didn't really know them, and I should be here.  I rode my bike down a hill, into the house.  The couple who lived here were pretty old, and stuffy. We had some interaction, that was uncomfortable but not as bad as I  thought.  Then I continued on my way.

I started down a hill with lots of traffic and a bike lane.  I was in the bike lane, and going at a pretty good clip.  Some guy on a recumbent bicycle was pulling out.  He clipped my leg, and it forced me to stop. I was pissed, and said "What the Fuck?"  He stopped, waiting for me.  I said angrily, "Just go".  He pulled in front of me.  I sort of pushed at his back as a parting hostile gesture.  He grabbed a nearby stroller near a bike rack and threw it at me.  I decided not to escalate.  I picked up the stroller, and put it back where it was, and continued on my way, uncertain if I could find her house.

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