And you thought only Jesus could walk on water.

Lying in a large field of medium height grass is me, Ajay, Ruchi, my brother, and other nonspecific friends. We are staring up at the blue sky laughing and talking about whatever comes up. I reach over to Ajay to get his attention before I say something to him, and, realizing he isn’t wearing any clothes, I say, “AJAY!” so that everyone sits up to figure out what is going on. Ajay grumbles about how he doesn’t see what the big deal is, he was just lying there, hanging out. He may as well have been blowing spit bubbles. He rolls his eyes at us and pulls on a pair of shorts that were hanging around by his feet so he can go water skiing.
The field is slowly turning into a lake, with the water rolling towards us. Everyone starts water skiing, and I sit on top of the water watching them in the distance until I decide I want to go over by them. I swim towards my friends and looking down into the lake I see some of my friends have turned into fish.
I start following the school of fish away from the other friends who are water skiing. The water is deep and though it is clear it has a brownish tinge. Sharks accented with pink and blue rhinestones swim around with the fish. When they are hunting, they float vertically in the water, head up, completely still.
One of the sharks is hunting near the shore, so I swim by as quietly as I can, but it sees me and comes up after me. I swim frantically to the shore, twisting and turning with the shark. Eventually, I make it to the beach and sit there in a t-shirt and bathing suite bottom, hugging my knees to my chest.
As I sit on the beach, a college age boy approaches. He is carrying some type of fat old-school looking calculating device with him. He walks across the water to where a truck is sticking part way out. He walks around the truck slowly. Last night, he drove his truck off the road where it hit a tree then bounced into the lake.
It seems like there is no way he will be able to get the truck out by himself. A few friends of his appear, but I know they won’t be able to get it. I call out to him from the shoreline, asking if he wants me to call my horse to help pull out the truck.
“Collosis!” I yell across the lake, then whistle loudly.
Collosis, a huge quarter horse, gallops across the lake to the boy who is holding out an apple. Collosis takes the apple…and the boy’s entire arm and starts running around the lake, dragging the boy with him. After a go around, Collosis returns and starts helping get the truck out.
A van pulls up alongside the lake carrying a family with so many members they can barely fit inside. They stopped to watch the truck get pulled out of the water. I walk over to the van and poke my head in. The youngest girl has to stay in a special roof compartment it is so squished in there.
The front seat passenger points to the large trees by the lake, where a man dressed in a funny black hat and black outfit is flitting about. He is a magician, and resembles Rumplestiltskin.

I've got talent.

I was in a western bar and I was going to show all of the men in there how to play the guitar. I had a plastic toy that was a cowboy holding a guitar, and where the strings were was just one big hunk of yellow plastic. When I pushed the plastic in, it would make music.
Well, I would push it with different fingers to make it look like I was playing, and music came out, but it sounded like a piano, not a guitar! Not that anyone seemed to mind.
A blond girl approached me and begged me to come to the bathroom with her so she wouldn't be alone. She was scared because something bad had happened to her, and I sympathized and went with her. I played my guitar-man for her while she peed and washed her hands.
Suddenly, Tom was in the bathroom and the guitar was gone. We started kissing very passionately right there in front of the blond girl. Tom became aware of the girl by the sink and stopped kissing me to walk over to the shower in the bathroom that was all nasty with green mold. He said "How am I supposed to start a business with something like this?" and flushed the shower.
The water went down then came rushing back and shot up in the air like a fountain. We were looking at it with wonder when out of the corner of my eye I saw on the side of the shower a GIGANTIC spider! Its body had to be bigger than a baseball and it talked! No one in the room could figure out where it had come from. It scrambled around the room and I held up my shoe to it to squish it, but realized there was no way I could squish it with a shoe, it was HUGE! Closer up, I could see that it was brown with spikes all over it, like a cactus. The spider disappeared into the chimney, or so we thought. Standing there, I realized it was crawling up the back of my leg and it said "I'm going to crawl up your shorts! HAHA!" When I pushed it off of my leg, its spines stuck my right hand. Someone chased the spider out the door.
My hand was seeping clear liquid where I had touched the spines. My mom was in the room now, but didn't seem particularly worried, so I suggested I go to the hospital.
No one would take me to the hospital, so there I was, wandering around a big office with my hand seeping. There were groups of young attorneys in the offices eating lunch and laughing with their doors closed. I didn't know where to go and I didn't know anyone.

I am Richard Gere.

I am Richard Gere. Not in any movie roll, but as himself. I walk into a job interview that is being held in a very small, luxuiously decorated lecture hall. Standing just inside the door, the man and woman interviewing me say, "You are such a good looking man!" and so I give them a (practiced) embarrassed "oh, stop" smile.

The man comes to greet me but I hardly acknowledge him, only brushing his outstretched hand with my own as I sweep past to see the woman. I touch her shoulders and talk about going to dinner later. We have a history, it seems. She is dressed simply in a long denim dress with a deep red jacket on top. She is very pretty, but not striking. After spending enough time convincing her to go to dinner with me to make the man uncomfortable, I head to the front of the room to begin the interview.

I field their questions effortlessly. I will make a wonderful professor.