  "The Dream Bandwagon" So, seeing as the recent fad started by the great Yake, I present this morning's brain farts. I was travelling downtown of this generic city (more along the lines of Baltimore and Philly, not NY & LA) with my brother's co-worker, Isabel. It was strang, because we were supposed to be picking something up, and since we knew each other because of my brother, we sat next to each other in the bus.
When we reached our destination, the dream jumped to the point after we got what we needed. Needing a ride home, we ran into someone that I knew (not really someone I know in real life, but a character created by my mind) that was willing to give us a ride.
We walked for a couple of blocks and found that her car was a truck. More like, one of htose armored cars that banks use to move money, except the side slide opn to reveal rows of seats. "Hey, I know you! You always drive this to the hospital where I work! " exclaimed Isabel. Since when did she work at the hospital? At this point, the dream shifted. I was playing this poorly rendered 3D helicopter simulator game, but as I started to play, the dream shifted again, and I was now piloting a remote control helicopter. After playing with that for a while, the dream shifted yet again to a window at the Carlisle Apartments near Hopknis. I was with a bunch of kids trying to fly the helicopter from the room window we were at to a window across the way.
The apartments, if viewed from the top, are shaped like a big C; we were in the beginning of the bottom bend of the C, the other group was in the bottom tip of the C. To ensure that the helicopter wouldn't crash, we had thrown a string across the way to link us together, and threaded it through one of the helicopter's runners. Suddenly, one of the kids jumped out of the window. I panicked at first, but out of nowhere, a rooftop materialized between the rooms.
Oh yeah, that's always been there , I reasoned. The dream shifted again to the room I was in becoming a haunted room. There were a handful of people besides me, none of which I knew, and it seemed like we were in a classroom. The teacher in the room apparently knew the two ghosts: one an old man, one a mean old lady. The old man looked like the nice old guy from the 80's helicopter action show 'Airwolf' (He's been in a lot of other stuff, but that's probably the most memorable for me).
So, I was trying to do something to call back the other one; there was this pendulum that started to swing weirdly, and I had this little plastic toy strung up (don't ask) near it, so that it would bring her out. She then came out and started to grumble, and then, started to say things from a book I had open.
I realized that they were blasphemous things against Christ, and that's when it dawned upon me: there's no such thing as ghosts, only demons, and they were very clearly demons, because of what 'she' was saying. Oddly enough, Yakob was sitting there as if he were there along, and we were agreeing that it had to be demons. That's when I woke up. **** Did you notice that dreams (brain farts) can simply be randomly strung thoughts, strung together by weird and non-sensical ties?
For example, that last whole sequence was linked by helicopters. Ok, time to live. 
