I was gathering ingredients for a recipe to make cookies. The last two ingredients were were strange but somehow important to this recipe. One was geriatric undergarments and stockings were recommended. The other was used condoms. I got a couple of bio-tox bags and I decided to search for the condoms. A woman asked me, "Couldn't you find used condoms for sale?". I replied "Now who would sell a used condom?"

And the tail end of the dream, another man showed up. "Leave it alone", he called out. He was looking at a name on the computer screen, "Richard Sala".

"We'll get him instead", said the man.

Potential TOO MUCH INFORMATION alert

I can't remember too much of the dream.

I remember incorporating the loud crashes into the dream before a particularly loud crash woke me right up.

My upstairs neighbour apparently got into a fight with someone. Or maybe it was on the staircase.

IT WAS FUCKING QUARTER AFTER THREE IN THE MORNING!!

The fighting stopped 10 minutes after I woke up.

Thunderstorms can't wake me. Loud wind doesn't phase me. I slept through a Class 1 Hurricane. I slept through loud TV, music and boring movies. I can sleep through drunk people yelling.

There are two things in the world that wake me up, guaranteed: sex in a nearby room and fighting in a nearby room. The actual act. I can sleep through recordings.

It resembled a show from The Travel Channel. Sort of.

The female host (off scene) said "This expensive restaurant is for someone with a more refined palette and something a little different but adventurous" The restaurant has all nude waiters and waitresses. All of the naughty parts were electronically blurred.

Then I was put into this same scene. Funny enough, the naughty parts were still electronically blurred. I stood in line wanting to get a drink. I knew it was an expensive restaurant, but I wanted one anyway. The patrons looked at me indifferently. The were dirty dishes piling up and it looked like the restaurant was about to close.

This restaurant was in a mall, by the way. I walked out and searched for my black gloves. A big tall man, who looked like he was 7'0" tall, grabbed the gloves and squeezed them in his arm. I hit him repeatedly and yanked the gloves from his arm. Looking outside of the restaurant, I turned left.

I was hungry, and wanted to get something to eat. I started searching for a fast food restaurant and I felt a large "WONK!" on my head. The large man, apparently pissed off, bonked me on the head with his head. I actually felt it. I made a turn to the right, looking at various electronic video game booths. I turned to the right and another right. I saw him again, so I made a flying leap towards him with my foot extended. I wanted to land a foot in his groin. He ran away. I turned right and made two lefts. I saw him again. He was practicing his kick. I made another attempt at punching him in his groin. He retreated again. I turned around. I saw him again.

"Truce?" I asked.

He nodded his head.

I don't know where this shopping mall was. There were white walls all around with windows in the ceiling and some windows at a corner.

The guy looked like Scott from band (all the way back from Jr High and High school). He had glasses and brown hair. He looked like he had extensive training in self-defense.

This dream sort of mixes in elements from "Transformers: The Movie".

A group of people on Earth have failed to secure a deal. I'm not sure what deal this is. This group consists of world leaders or aliens. Either case, they left aboard rockets that have just taken off. I had a bad feeling that as soon as they left the planet, they would initiate the destruction of the planet Earth.

I was with my sister at this time. We were trying to escape this destruction. She was telling me that I shouldn't have to rush. I was saying to her that we don't have much time. I wasn't sure where we were going. I didn't know if I was heading towards an escape rocket or a shelter or what. I don't know. I just know that I had to continue towards the building ahead of me.

I caught a glimpse of a woman feeding a cartoon mouse a piece of cartoon cheese.

That was when the explosions started. The roof of the building to the right of me erupted. I knew the destruction was close. My sister insisted that we still had time. In front of us was a blinding light and we were catapulted backwards.

The scene was changed. It looked like a high-tech visual display with a "Report" screen. There was a background voice. She said, "No one survived the destruction. You don't want to know how many other planets have suffered the same fate."

This was a disturbing dream, to say the least.

I was in a very fancy, dimly lit house. With me was rapper Snoop Doggy Dogg. He was smaller in my dream. Probably about 5'8" but made it clear that he wasn't to be messed with.

I gave him one of my CDs to look at. I had a feeling it was something like a CD that I already own ("Rapid Transit" from Chocolate Industry), because it had the same lead title from Prefuse-73. Don't ask me how I know, it was just a feeling.

Snoop Dog told me that he doesn't flow with any of the bands. Except for one. He pointed at the group name and then pointed at the alias (or something like that).

The alias said "Neighborhood Killah".

He tossed the CD away, dismissively.

"Neighborhood Killah?" I inquired.

"Neighborhood KILL-AH!", he replied.

He seemed to walk away in disgust, as though I didn't have anything better to offer.

I was the boss of a TV stations with two people working in the same office as me.

I was told that the TV station must be steered in a new direction. No more funny buisness. I remember taking on a stronger role. Walking firm and giving direct orders. I felt that before I was being very lofty in decision making.

The dream did reflect the events that followed. I was confronted by my sister later that day to finish up loose ends. Clean out my room in Canada of old junk and garbage and to take care of some real-estate.