Part of the dream involved me still working at Utopia, but as in real life I walked out. I believe I may have still been living at my parents house because I had my old Windstar van Bunbury, and inside were several items I was supposed to bring to the Centereach store. Due to my quitting, I wasn’t sure if I was going to. I can vaguely remember having spoke with Mark and Steiny, though nothing solid. I began to open the boxes of what mostly appeared to be really wacky, gothy shoes. They all had very tall, chunky heels and were a couple sizes too big for me, but I decided to put them on and clunk around anyway. I hid the shoes under my parents’ kitchen table, and began putting them on. One was a pair of open-toed heels with boot-like extensions going up my leg that sort of curved outwards and criss-crossed behind me, creating a sort of wing-like effect. These were probably my favourites, and I clomped around in them wondering if I would ever find a costuming reason to wear them, since I rarely attend events that I could wear them to. There was another, simpler, open-toed pair that not only could I walk in, but I could have probably gotten away with wearing to formal events. The implication was that Val had special-ordered them for herself only, even though they probably would have been the only pair that people would have actually bought. I found something wrong with them, though I can’t remember what it was..

The next thing I can remember is being at the playground at Minnesauke. All of the grass had been removed and replaced with sand, which I guessed was to make it so if children fell it wouldn’t hurt so bad. The sand went right up to against the trees. While the sand made the playground resemble some sort of alien planet, and made the sky look so unbelievably blue I didn’t really like it. The sand took all of the ability for imagination of adventure out of the playground and made it feel very oppressive. I walked around, exploring. The sand was very warm, though not entirely hot.

I was on The Daily Show. There was a guest, maybe someone like Robert Downey Jr. (I went to sleep with Iron Man playing) holding John Stewart in a head-lock while John giggled uncontrollably. I ran around the set. John told someone to “turn the scene off” and the usual set that we associate with The Daily Show disappeared, desk included, to reveal that John and the other guest were just standing in front of a green screen a la The Soup. I ran up to their legs and suddenly realized how small I was. I wasn’t really taller than their knees.

Note : This dream as a whole was very long and involved, though I really only remember these small parts. I don’t even think this is in order, but this is the order that I remembered these scenes so it’s the best I can do.