OK, so I was in this dream where my wife Rose and I were in my old house back home in Oneida, NY. She was in the bathroom when she noticed blood dripping from the ceiling. She called for me and after moving aside the ceiling tiles (this differs from the real ceiling) we saw a hand drenched in blood. Rose screamed about the dead body (we only saw a hand, didn’t really feel like looking into the matter any closer) and asked me to call 911.

I did, but got elevator muzak for several minutes before being transferred to the next available representative, which turned out to be silence. I hung up and tried again, but each time getting the same thing. So I used the phone book to get a direct number to the Oneida Police Department, but couldn’t find the number. So I called the direct line to a nearby police dept in Rome, NY.

Someone showed up, agreed that there is in fact a dead body in the bathroom ceiling, and promised to contact the Oneida PD to deal with it. After he left out the back door, I heard a loud thumping or booming noise coming from the cellar. I opened the cellar door and there was this big man dressed in an Energizer Bunny costume, banging away on the drum. This annoyed me so I kicked him hard in the drum which sent him falling backward down the cellar stairs, crashing into the cement wall at the bottom. His drum broke wide open, covering him in flour.

I then woke up since Rose noticed something wrong with me and was gently shaking me.

I went back to sleep and had another dream where Rose and I drove from my old house to Sangertown Square Mall, near Utica, NY. It has seen better days, all the big box retailers had gone and only small Mom-and-Pop stores were left.

Nevertheless, there was an employment agency and we decided to get a job. We both got temp jobs looking after an office Richard M. Nixon had there. He only used it when he was in Utica. I asked, “Isn’t he dead?” “Oh, no!” I was assured by the small grey girl behind the receptionist’s desk.

Nothing much happened until some old guy came in and told us about the armoire next to the windows; it contained special communications gear. I said “We shouldn’t touch that,” but he said, “No one would care.” So we pulled open the doors which revealed video equipment that would be more at home in a 1950s sci-fi movie. We turned one on which showed an alert broadcast about some hideous Buzz Saw Monster flying around and slashing everyone. We all decided to remain in Nixon’s office, as that seemed safer. Afterward, the TV stopped working except to play a Battlestar Galactica marathon (the original show, of course) so I went out to get a newspaper. The only one I could find was the Oneida Daily Dispatch, the Utica Observer-Dispatch wasn’t available. The Dispatch headlines seemed more concerned about the lockdown proposed by the governor to keep people safe from the Buzz Saw Monster and the effect it would have on its paper carriers.

That was all.

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