I was travelling by stolen motorcycle across the country. I stopped at a Motel, which was more like a hostel, but with the prices and services of a motel. The room I was staying in had a good cross section of societies’ misfits, and they all hated each other. I was feeling really claustrophobic, so decided to wander the place.Every room was the same, all a cross section of society, but in somerooms they were getting along so well that it was one big giant orgy,in others they were killing each other, and in some of those rooms itwas quite gory, with body parts and pieces all over the room.At the end of one hall I found a large clear plastic dome attached tothe wall, kind of like the Dice bouncer in the board game Sorry. For some un-explicable reason I ran full speed into it and heard itclick, and this wave of energy shot out in all directions.At that moment Hundreds of things just started going “pop” anddisappearing. People, plants, objects, cars, etc. And the world descended into some kind of chaos. The TV on the wall next to theplastic dome was showing scenes from around the world. In some placespure mayhem was breaking out, in others it was Nirvana. Trains were derailing, planes falling from the sky, sometimes just people fallingfrom the sky because the plane had disappeared.I started getting really nervous, and ran and hit the button again totry to reverse the damage. It just seemed to change it slightly. This time all animals had disappeared, leaving only humans and theircreations.The next time all women disappeared.The time after that all personal possessions and all manmade creations disappeared, with the exception of buildings.I ran back to my room to find it empty, save for one punk girl whowas scarring herself with a knife. When I walked in she looked up,smiled and then lunged for my throat.

I was living somewhere out in the country, and my mobile phone rang while I was out walking. Kirsty was calling to tell me to come home, as she had fantastic news. I rushed home to be told that I need to get on a train, because I had won tickets to see Nine Inch Nails live. So I rushed to the train station. As I ran out the door Kirsty said her friend would meet me as there was a surprise.

When I got to the station, Kirsty’s friend told me that the surprise was that I got to meet the band, because they were on the same train, going to the show. So I got to hang out with them before the show, and backstage before and after the show, and then hang out the next day with them, as they were sticking around for a few days.

The train came and I eagerly jumped on to go meet the band. They were all great guys, but there was no sign of Trent Reznor. He was “occupied” on another part of the train and would be around shortly. So I sat and chatted with the band about every little topic that came up. Trent finally appeared, just before we got to the arena and said to me “Hi Ross, would you care for some salad? Coleslaw?”

I declined the food offer, and we disembarked the train. Trent disappeared again, and I spent the rest of the pre-show time chatting with the band, and hanging out with a few other contest winners. 5 minutes before the show, Trent came back and said “Hi Ross, would you care for some salad? Coleslaw?” Once again I declined the offer, and then we were all ushered out of the room so the band could get ready for the show.

This dream was epic - and not very clear upon waking… but the gist of it was that America was being invaded by Germans (not WWII Germans - modern Germans.) I think I was enlisted in a volunteer army. When the Germans got there (they arrived on a train) - I was standing on a platform with my fellow countrypersons and the Germans gathered us all up and told us to make candleholders out of popsicle sticks. I remember thinking that the Germans weren’t so bad and that maybe being taken over wasn’t going to be bad. I was talking to an Indian German and it ended up that he was born in New York, like me. We got to talking and got along really well.

Things ended up going downhill though and the American forces were invading the area where we were being held. We were supposed to lay down on the ground and I remember trying to hide behind a pipe so the Americans didn’t shoot me accidentally.

Later, I was trying to rescue a little girl from the war and I had to run around the corner outside a building and I made it to the troops who were waiting for us and hid behind a horse.

I was in bed in the back of the van, Ross was driving and Brent was in the passenger seat. Brent’s sunglasses were broken, and I told him to pass them to me, so I could take a look at them, and maybe fix them. Brent climbed back and handed me the glasses. I was looking at them, and said something about how the pin in the side needed to be replaced. Ross climbed back to have a look, and as he was examining the glasses, I realized that no one was driving the van. We were still traveling at highway speed, but I couldn’t see out the windshield, so I had no idea if we were about to hit something. Suddenly there was a siren, and there was a cop behind us. I told Ross and Brent to quickly get back in front, maybe the cop didn’t see that no one was driving. Ross said that they’d just tell the cop that I was ill with chicken pox, so they needed to get me to a doctor. I told him no, just tell him that I am not feeling well, but don’t be specific. The van stopped, and the cop pulled in behind and stopped. I looked out the window and saw that we were on 522, south of Berkeley Springs. The cop got out, and as he walked around to the front of the van, I slipped out the back door. The cop heard the back door close and came back to look. As he came back around, Ross started the van and pulled away, heading north. The cop wasn’t sure if he should go after me or the van. I turned to walk south, so he couldn’t follow us both. As I was walking, an old pickup truck pulled slowly by me, which was good because it was between me and the cop. The pickup was pulling a long camping trailer, with another trailer behind the first. The pickup slowed down when the first trailer was next to me, and someone was at the door and they said come in here and hide with us. The door wouldn’t open though, so they pulled the screen out of the window, and I tried to climb up, and they pulled me into the window. I felt good that I was getting away from the cop, but then I looked around, and there were some very strange people in this trailer, and it wasn’t a comfortable camping trailer like it seemed from the outside, but bare walls with chipped dull green paint, and a metal floor with straw on it. I was pushed back into a corner with three other people, and was slowly realizing that I might have just been shanghaied. It seemed that these people were part of a circus, and they were holding several others captive. In the corner with me there was a beautiful woman, a good looking guy with dark hair, and a guy who looked like he might have had downs syndrome. In the other corner, there were three guys who looked very much alike, and I couldn’t tell if they were also captives, or if they were part of the other group. After a little while, there was some talking, and I heard that the three guys who looked alike were brothers and also captives, but they stuck together, so no one messed with them too much. I thought maybe if the three people in my corner and I could learn to trust each other and stick together, we also might fare better. Someone shoved a really small man in a colorful jockey suit to the floor and pulled out a gun and pointed it at him. The guy with the gun said, “He tried to bury us, but he didn’t know we had a gun.” And it was clear that he was about to shoot the small man, so I grabbed some canvas from the floor, and pulled it over myself like bedcovers so I wouldn’t have to watch, and the beautiful woman was under the covers with me. I wondered how much I could trust her as I heard the gun go off. The man with the gun came over and I pulled the canvas down so I could see him. He said, “Did you see what just happened?” and I said that I hadn’t, thinking that if I pretended I didn’t know about it, he wouldn’t consider me a witness. He said, “A man was just shot in the head. By me! To be eaten!” And then I figured it didn’t matter that I hadn’t watched. I looked over at the small man on the floor, and he started moving even though he had been shot in the head. He crawled over to a small chest and opened it. He took a makeup kit out of the chest and started applying clown makeup. The guy who shot him said, “Look, Tiny thinks he’s going to be in the next performance! But everyone is eaten in order of usefulness, no exceptions.” I asked the guy with the gun if Tiny had really tried to bury them, and if so, how big was the hole? The beautiful woman saw that there was some Christmas wrapping paper on a low table not too far away from us. She seemed kind of encouraged and excited that there might be presents. I tried to explain how the wrapping paper might have gotten there, that it had nothing to do with Christmas, it was probably just surplus material from a second hand store. A midget came and grabbed the wrapping paper and started unravelling it and folding it to make props for the next performance. Someone was constructing what they called a bomb which would make a loud noise and smoke during the performance for dramatic effect. We must have arrived at our destination, because he went out the door to place it in the arena. Suddenly there was a loud bang, and the midget came stumbling back in. He said, “The guards are fixed, and someone set the bomb off early to try to ruin the show. The faithfuls are to be buried, lest they be discovered and freed.” And by faithfuls, he meant us, the captives. We were in an area of Kentucky that had a lot of labor unions and a lot of communists, and the circus was very anti-labor, but they came here anyway because the bosses and factory owners in the area gave away five cent glasses of tea to all comers, so attendance was very high even though they had to lower ticket prices. I tried to reassure the beautiful woman and the two guys in my corner, even though it looked like we would be buried in a large metal box for the duration of the show. I thought maybe we would be discovered by some union organizers who might be snooping around looking for converts. I suddenly realized that everyone here was a cannibal, including us since we had to eat what was given us. But we were forced into it.