Mystery in the Indian Restaurant

Sully of Monster's Inc fame is in a big green yard
He has a sort of transparent tablet device
When he pushes a button, it releases a holographic ball
that bounces down the yard.
He's playing with a child--not Boo
But a little boy with whipped cream on his face, who giddily chases the ball.

Suddenly, the ball starts releasing without Sully doing anything.
He holds the tablet, helpless, and watches through it as
the ball shoots out and hits the child in the face
(and although it's just a hologram, it appears to hurt).

Again and again it shoots out, until the boy falls over and lies still.
Then it hits...someone else...a child or a dog...until that one, too, is dead.

Sully stands horrified, in shock. Luckily, Mike Wazowski arrives
and pulls him away.
They drive off--
they must figure out what is wrong with the hologram machine
but until then, they must keep Sully from getting caught.

They arrive at an Indian restaurant. The smiling host outside
tells them it's full, no open tables.
But they think that they can get answers here.
They walk around to a booth on the other side, like a box office,
Where an Indian woman smiles mysteriously, disappears for a moment,
and then opens the door for them.

The entire restaurant has heavy hanging draperies and curtains,
so that each old wooden table is almost completely seperate from the others.
Mike and Sully sit down. Diagonal from them is a table of young men.
Mike's eye keeps getting drawn to one of them, who seems drunk
but keeps looking over knowingly. Eventually he marches over.

"Look, I've seen Disney movies before, I know how this goes.
You have some valuable information for me.
Now spill."

The man shrugs with blank amusement. "You want to see a trick?"
Mike folds his arms and nods as Sully comes over. Maybe this is
what they're here for.
The man and the one beside them pull out cans of whipped cream
and start spraying them in their mouths/on their faces.
Sully is reminded too strongly of the boy who died--Mike urges him away
and stays. But the men are just reenacting the Animal House
"I'm a zit" scene. No help there.

Now I am in a house where the Indian woman lives. She is younger than before,
Wearing a yellow t-shirt and sitting in her room on the computer.
I am in the living room with my guy, who apparently rents a room here.
We're watching TV. He asks if I've taken a shower
and I say no, not yet. "You sure?" "Yes!"
But then I realize I have wet hair and a wet towel wrapped around me
over my clothes. "Oh, maybe I did," rueful grin.

We go to Coldstone Creamery. I'm excited to find a dairy-free, tutti-frutti
Jelly Belly flavored sorbet, and get them to mix M&Ms in.
We sit at an outdoor table with four other people, at least two of them friends of mine
from high school.
I look beside me, look away to tell him something, then do a double-take--
Beside me is a girl I haven't seen since the seventh grade, one of my oldest best friends.
She looks the same, but older,
and is just as excited to see me.

Horror Show

I'm watching a TV show, several episodes.
Possibly Monk? Some detective show, anyway.
A boy has a pet parrot, tropical red, it sits on his shoulder and talks.
He wants to trade it for an iPhone.
Adrian can't understand this for the life of him.

The next episode begins, and the detective is doing a voice-over
but I'm not just watching anymore, I'm there.
A wide, lazy river where two boats full of teenagers race
Or one group might be on a wooden dock
Overhead, the lines for a cable car. Mountains in the distance.

"I didn't know I would be called upon to solve
the most gruesome mystery of my life.
How were two young people horrifically mangled to death,
several more crushed,
and a whole river set...ablaze?"

But I know how. As he speaks, I see it.
The cable line snaps. It snaps down and slices two girls in the speedboat.
One falls back with a bloody gash on her face, dead.
The other's hands have been neatly amputated.
She holds up the stumps with a demented, sighing laugh of pure hopelessness.
She looks almost but not quite like Kirsten Dunst.

The cable car has landed on the dock, killing most of them.
One of the survivors is frantically pushing a pole through the water,
as if the dock is a raft that will move.
"We can keep going, we have to keep going--" she mutters, insane.

"Go on then," the handless girl says, smiling wearily through her tears.
"I hope you win the damn race."
It takes her a minute without fingers, but she lights a match against the boat
and drops it.
For some reason, she, the dead girl, the boat and everything surrounding it
burst into flames.
She has killed herself and the other survivors.

What is the mystery of the show?
Apparently, the cable car was dropped on purpose--it was murder.

(It took me a long time to get back to sleep)

Boys on the Beach

I'm deep in a coloring book.
It's not just the Princesses, it's every girl who's ever been in a Disney Movie.
Lilo, Nala, the little girl who Mowgli follows into the village...
I make her outfit pink with purple stripes.
I'm in a basement and something makes me feel like a sleepover is going to take place.
Sleeping bag?

Mom and Dad are cleaning out the pool.
She skims the plants and random debris off the top,
Then he walks straight in the water
fully clothed
freezing cold
to get the things that have sunk below. A log, a card table...
It's already looking pretty good. 

And then He gets home, my guy, my love. Smiling at me but
Annoyed because he was meaning to clean the pool himself.
Trying not to let his irritation show
Pretends he smells something bad
Pulls me back to my room--yes, there's a sleeping bag spread on the floor,
and we watch...something.
We're all staying there together, including

My boss who wants us to go to the beach now.
No hesitation, I grab my green bikini and we drive there
[the road to the beach looks like it always does in my dreams--street to pier, pet shop, park with dunes; nothing from real life.]
And we're out in the water and we're talking to

A woman who gives massages to manatees. So yeah, we're in Florida.
They are injured.
She helps them swim out to the end of the pier, where a hole in the ground
Shoots up large bubbles of sulfur every minute or so.
They smell awful but feel warm like an oven, almost dry even underwater.
The manatees love them.
She rubs their bellies and shoulders. I do the same. [They aren't cuter or weirder in my dream, they're just...manatees. Much like I imagine they would be.]

My boyfriend the rock star, the celebrity.
He swims out, scoops me up, and starts walking me to shore in his arms.
A long line of girls flanks us, screaming, wishing they were me.
"Kiss me. Make them jealous. I know, it's terrible to, but--"
But he does. We talk in low voices and he makes me laugh, then--
Then I'm all alone.

I'm walking by myself out of the water.
The girls are still there, but not excited.
A moment of panic--I made him up. He was just imaginary
and I got so caught up I forgot he wasn't real I'm a delusional lunatic I'm sad and alone and will always be--

I walk up the beach and into the first building I come to
And there, leaning against the front counter and reading something, is him.
My guy,
not a rock star I imagined but the real him: swim trunks, white t-shirt, hat.
My feeling of relief is so great that it wakes me up.