I had a choice to get up, or continue sleeping. I chose the bed, as I usually do. This was a long one, and events might not have happened exactly the way I have re-written it here.

Started out in my childhood home. Moved to the house closest to the freeway, 3 down from mine, on 19 Mile. (I have never been here IWL). This was the house of my sister and her husband. I was going over there because I noticed a man going in, I wanted to check it out in case he was stealing stuff. I went in the house, the door wasn't locked. Things were okay. Walking out of the door, I was facing the freeway hill and saw a tiger. As the tiger came down, it turned into a man with a white beard, like Santa Clause. He was wearing an orange jersey, as if he were part of a baseball team with the mascot of a tiger. People were coming over from the c.h. home to this house. At some point I realized there was an alligator in the house. I would consider it a medium-small alligator (and it was an alligator because in the dream I noted the blunter snout). I fought with it, more with tactics of aversion and defense. It didn't bite me too much, it might have gotten a snap or two in. I was chasing it around the house, while telling the others who were there that there is an alligator and to call 911. Towards the end of the 'fight' there was another guy kind of concerned and we were in a lower level of the house with a pool in it. I left to go in a hallway full of more of these guys in orange shirt-jerseys and I kept saying, call 911. No one would, and one guy was on his phone and I told him to call 911, and I took the phone to do it and he protested, saying something like "I don't like to get involved in these type of things". I was very frustrated. More people were at the house, like they were following the "party" from my c.h. home to my sister's house. I went onto the porch and there were a lot of people that were like my peers there. Young, hippie-punk-hipsterish people. I was still trying to get someone to call 911, I was facing more apathy...not sure the exact order but soon after I went on the porch, I heard a baby cry and a fire truck came by. I remember waving the truck down as it almost missed the house. I thought it was to get the alligator, but then they had to deal with someone having a baby and it isn't clear if they were there for the alligator or baby. This was a surprise, the baby being born, and I remember my mom was on the porch and I asked her who had the baby, she wouldn't tell me. I went in to the house, saw my sister and asked who had the baby....finally someone told me it was a friend my sister has IWL named B.J. and that she was still going through the birth. It was happening in another room, I didn't see anything, but I heard them talking about the placenta (which was 8.5 lbs).

Back on the porch, with all these kids filling up the front yard, a young woman in a car drives up and stops to say that these people made her "sick", or something similarly negative. She looked like she belonged with them/us. I replied from the porch, something like "Open heart, open mind.....respect", basically telling her that if she had these things she would have love and there was no reason to be a jerk. Oprah was sitting on a bench on the porch, holding the baby and I think I heard her go "mmhmm".

I went back inside, asked about the alligator and somehow it was killed and was dead.

I remember trying to get the kids to leave. Off the porch, off the front lawn. They were smoking cigarettes and leaving butts and trash everywhere and being really disrespectful. Some of them were ignoring me, some of them acted like I didn't even exist and maybe to them I didn't. I began to start to clean up myself, a couple others were helping too but the majority didn't care. I remember one of them suggesting they go to the park, and then most of them left.

I remember going behind the house. There was kind of an old-time carnival scene happening. A long table with food where kids were eating, like a puppet stage too. There was this device that looked like a long tree trunk log, with a large crank at the end. I don't know what it was for but I worked the crank as it was essential to something that was going on. There was a man in charge with a couple monkeys, who were supposed to work the crank and I remember asking myself "why isn't the monkey turning the crank?" Around this point I layed on the ground on my back, and asked something like "Oh humanity, can I have a respite?" And I did...all the good people left. The goodness disappeared for a little bit, like 10 minutes or so. I thought chaos would ensue when I gave people the knowledge that good was gone, and that everyone left in the scene was "bad". but not much happened, maybe a brawl broke out. The knowing just sucked for a little.

I was at one of the long tables, eating food with some older kids. It was like a feast-spread, with meat and potatoes and sweet potatoes with marshmallows. We conversed, though I don't remember the subject(s). From this scene came the fire. I don't remember if I discovered the fire in the house or if someone else did. But once again it was an emergency thing, but this time others were willing to help. A young man got a hose and gave it to me. The fire was in a lower level/basement, I went with the garden hose to fight it. The water from the hose was working to quench out the flames, and I went into the room where the fire started. I remember seeing Gray Cat standing on the edge of a couch, looking at maybe another being... When the fire was finally out, a boy of maybe 9 or 10 came down with a bottle of zippo lighter fluid and a flame medium....he said something to me about why he was starting the faire, like a cryptic one-liner. Then he threw the bottle and the flame, though because I was there to see it I put the hose on it immediately which didn't stop the fire, but hindered it greatly. This time more people came to help, I think I had a hold of the boy and a man, maybe the one who gave me the hose, had another boy. These were the "pyros".

Once again on the porch, it was night time by now. There were young people out there again and they were more rude. I remember confronting one guy about doing something like maybe throwing trash on the ground (this was on a wooden ramp that led to the porch that wasn't there before). He and a friend confronted me back, one of them picked me up and held me over the ramp though I don't think I fell. I got back on the ramp and got away from them, off the ramp onto the lawn. And then I started to clean up again, a pile of little plastic toys that were pokemon-like. After a minute or two a couple guys came down to hep and talked to me.

END OF REMEMBERED DREAM.


Overall theme: I was the one concerned, I raised the alarm, but no one else seemed as concerned. Am I making a bigger deal out of situations, or are others just not as caring?