1. Band Room
I found myself back home during Homecoming weekend (interesting how that happens sometimes). I was hanging out at my High School in the band room with some of the people in my grade such as Larry, Aaron, and I think Donna. We were just hanging out and talking over in the Clarinet section.

2. Hotel Room
We got into our hotel room for our Spring Leadership conference. There was a married couple and a single lady in the hotel room, and the room was huge and gorgeous, though it had a very ugly color scheme with a combination of orange and olive green. The strange part about the hotel room was that there were no beds, but there was a couch that folded out into a bed. So I opened up the couch bed as we settled in. We then left the room for a bit and when we came back that couch had been replaced by a non-fold out loveseat. I called the front desk. I remember giving my full name (Jesse Test) and that I had a hard time reading the number on our room door (I think it was 3086, but I kept starting with "Thirty-eight..."). I told the man on the phone, whose name was James I believe, that our only bed had been taken out of our room. He seemed familiar with it because he was the one who had come up to remove the bed/couch. I kept telling him that we needed it back, but it had been taken to Derrick and Jamie's room instead. The people in my room were getting uncomfortable because I was so upset and was starting to yell. "I NEED SOMEWHERE TO SLEEP!" I yelled as the wife in the room tried to tell me it wasn't important and she was fine with not having a bed. James was wholly unsympathetic and ended our conversation saying he had emails to which he must attend. At this point I woke up still feeling extremely angry and planning on how I was going to go down to the front desk with whatever bat-like object I could find on my way. I was going to smash his computer monitor and yell at him, "Have fun reading your emails now!" I hoped I could beat him sufficiently before security got to me.

3. Another Hotel Room?
I was on a trip with the reunion tour of the Singing Boys of Pennsylvania and we were in a different type of hotel room in a Bed and Breakfast type place. We were the only occupants of the whole bed & breakfast, so we just left all the doors open. It was late in the evening, everyone was asleep, and the lights were all off. I was working by moonlight to clean up all the cat litter in the house. I can still see one fiberglass box that sat at about head height next to a litter box. This fiberglass box had all the scooped out dirty cat litter, and I was putting it in a trash bag to take outside. I hoped I would have enough time to take care of all the litter before we had to leave.

4. Treasure Room
I had found the destination of my treasure hunt, which was a room with a barred door. I was fearful that once I entered the room the door would lock and I'd be unable to get out again. I used the two barred windows on either side of the door to try and test whether I'd be able to open the door from the inside. Once I was confident that my arm would fit through the window bars (thus allowing me to reach out and open the door from the outside if locked inside) I entered the room to find three big guys hanging out. One was in a bathtub, one was just chillin', and the third was apparently the subject of a joke which was being voice-overed into the room. As the joke progressed, the changes described were taking place in real life. Part of the subject guy became pixelated, for example.

5. A Bit of Murder
The last dream I had was pretty intricate. I was in a barn remodeled as a house and was pulling blue backpacks out of a larger bag I had brought to the house with me. In each one was a folded up body of a police officer I had killed. As I pulled each body out, I shot it through the badge with my gun, pulled the badge off for my collection, and put the body on the bed. As I was doing this a police car pulled up outside the large barn door. I "took care of" one more body and went out to greet the officer who was investigating the missing people. I was really nervous as he came in, but made good conversation with him. I had just run out of bullets in my gun and would have to reload if I wanted to shoot this officer, too. I knew I would never get that done before he shot me, so I was dependent on my conversational skills in order to get him to leave. He asked if I had been at a particular person's house. I couldn't understand the name he was saying, but said that I'd stopped by his house for a short chat and left. The officer and I started walking down the road and talking and he came to like me quite a bit.
At one point the scene changed to the hallway in my parents' third floor and the officer changed to an old lady. For some reason our conversation turned to how some people think I look like a girl (not true at all, but I do have an issue with people confusing my name, Jesse, with the girl's name). The little old lady said, "I don't see it..." but then she looked closer at my face. At the same time I saw my reflection in a window on a bookcase and noticed that it was looking more feminine. She said, "Oh, i guess I can see it a little bit." I responded with, "You have no idea how many times people have said my sister and I look alike."
The scene changed back and the little old lady was once again a male police officer. We returned to his car, laughing and talking jovially. He gave me his card, got in his car, and left. I went back into the house and was working on figuring out where I would put my bodies.

Gruesome, eh?