I'm never scared in my nightmares, no matter how bad they get.

I've had a series of dreams recently , that I think are somehow connected to each other. In the first set of dreams, I am hanging out with two of my friends , who lived in Mary Markly hall with me during my freshman year of college. This was during my sophomore year in school, when my friends, who were a year older than me, lived in the Zeta Psi fraternity house. This house was easily regarded as the " animal house" on campus, but they had legendary parties , where instead of surveying the worst beer and imaginable, tequila, nitrous oxide , and bong hits were served. The first time I ever saw anybody used cocaine was at a Zeta Psi party.

One of the students that I didn't know who was a member of Zeta Psi was an outlaw chemist , who did some research on an obscure drug that was popular for a short time in the 1970s in Siberia called methacathadone. I dream that I was hanging out with my friends Dan Harbold and Steve Martin (yes that really was his name) in a room at the fraternity house. They were chopping up the lines of this drug and snorting it on the coffee table of the room. Suddenly, the mood changed dramatically; Dan and Steve started sitting very close to me on the couch and one of them put their arm around me. I didn't like the way things were turning out, and tried to get up to leave. Steve pounced on me and squashed me underneath them.

The next night, there was a party at the cooperative house I lived in when I was going to school at the University of Michigan.

The only thing I remember about the party were the following things:a guy named Jeff Frick (who strangely enough,I met five years later at Lotus) was setting up the beer taps , so tha the keg was in the basement, but the tap was in the living room. We were surveying Newcastle Brown ale, which is an awesome beer, IMHO. My friend , who ended up joining the Navyas a nuclear machine in a submarine, Greg Holmes,was at the party with me.I must've told him about the bad experience I had with the Zeta Psi people the night before because , when I pointed out one of the people in the fraternity , who would come to our party that night , all of the set and he started fighting with them, using some sort of kung fu technique that I didn't know he had. . I remember he and beating up at least four of the Zetas before he came to a guy I know who actually lived in the co-op, but was also a member of the fraternity as well. His name was Steve Binkerowski, and it turned out that he new some kung fu as well, so it took about five minutes for Greg to beat up Steve.

Then next night, Greg and I were handcuffed together in a very awkward position at a police statio in Ann Arbor. They had us on the ground naked in such a way that our butt were in each others faces. One of the police had a shotgun, and pointed it a Greg's toes, and pulled the trigger. Then he blew my toe off. Then in another cop put on a rubber glove it started fingering each of our butt's until we crapped in each others faces.

I think the last part of the dream took place because of some problems with my bowel program that I will not going to here.