My Favorite

I ride the 125 to Shorewood in reverse, then get off and walk down the opposite side of the street that I normally walk on. The sidewalk is blocked by some bushes spilling out of a yard, so I get on my hands and knees and crawl under. Lifting my head I come face to face with a huge fluffy cat with an ugly squashed face. I freeze, terrified that it might be hostile. It stares at me until another skinny cat walks up and they have a conversation in French. Then the ugly cat turns to me and says, "Venez chez moi."

At this point I recount the entire dream so far to someone, including a bit I don't remember about getting on the bus because my mom told me I would be able to get a good swimsuit.
Then I continue along the street just past the point where I met the cats.

As soon as I reach the top of the hill I notice the sky and it catches my breath. It is filled with dark, swirling purple and gray clouds, which are frequently lit up with with flashes of lightening. But all I can hear is the sudden absence of gravity and the force of the wind that picks me up from the ground and gently tosses me into space.
It is the most amazing feeling I have ever experienced, and I am instantly terrified that I will never reach the ground again. I struggle against nothing, trying to swim to the ground, but the wind keeps me aloft. Finally it lets me down close enough so that I can touch and claw at the pavement, trying to reach the grass of my parents' lawn for more purchase. Up again, then down and I press my arms and face, then chest to the earth, finally reconnected. I crawl and roll my way into the house.

Again, I recount the dream to someone, determined not to lose it.

The inside of the house is smaller, filled with human-sized carpeted cat condos. I am a waitress and I fly around serving the customers inside.

Sugar is power

One burly construction worker lays down in the gravelly grass lot, his feet towards the building next door, and gazes up at the blue sky. He calls for his two friends to take a break and come lay down with him. They do, and all breathe in deeply. One smells cotton candy, and picks up a rock next to a vent coming out of the building. It is coated with a multicolored fuzz, similar to cotton candy, or perhaps lint. He licks it. It is cotton candy! They all take a rock and lick them as they gaze up at the sky. One finds a rectangular sheet of red paper on the ground and holds it up to the sky, remarking that this was how one was supposed to be able to see the colors. The men squint, and then collectively gasp, as the colors become visible to them. After a while they start thinking about the cotton candy rocks, and decide to go find the source in the building next door. They go inside the building, which turns out to be a bakery and a candy shop, with old-fashioned counters and machinery. A young woman in a striped apron goes about making donuts, and the men talk, telling her about their discovery of the cotton candy rocks. They start insisting that she make more, and share the recipes. One man walks back into the shop and becomes very agitated by something, which starts a huge commotion with the men trying to push past the young woman. I barely get a glimpse of a back room with a high pyramid ceiling, filled with strings dripping with icicle-like dough. There is yelling about keeping such a secret, and not sharing the potential with others, and power.