1/14/99 - "Crazy" - Seal

I had just parked what was supposedly my mother-in-law's car in this gravel driveway beside this square cement block house. I took my foot off the brake pedal and put the car in park and set the parking brake. Then I started rolling forward, towards the house. Walter was standing there and he said, "Whoa, baby, whoa...watch out!" So I stepped on the brake again, but when I released it again it started rolling backwards down the inclined driveway. I was about to roll onto the road, and I was afraid of oncoming traffic, and that I wouldn't be able to control the car since the motor was off, it was in park, and the parking brake was on. My window was open and I started yelling at Walter, "help me, help me, what do I do? Can I restart the engine?" Walter didn't seem interested in my predicament, and he didn't answer me so I yelled, "Don't tell me later, tell me NOW!" So he still didn't make any moves to help me, just watched me roll out onto the street. Once on the street and on level ground, I opened up the door and got out of the car and walked away from it. I figured if he wasn't willing to help me, then he could chase after the car himself, wherever it happened to roll next! I walked around to the back of the house to try to calm down, and a teenage black kid came riding up on his bike and said to me, "Hey man, I really need a friend." I thought that was a strange way to start a conversation, but he started telling me about a friend of his (who was this really huge tall older black fellow that was talking to another guy at a car on the street to the side of the house) and said his friend needed a favor from Walter. We didn't know these people, other than that they lived in the neighborhood, so I was afraid to commit Walter to anything without consulting with him first, especially since I really didn't know what the "favor" was. I told the kid, "Listen man, he's not here right now and he probably won't be back for another hour to hour and a half" so I would have time to let Walter know they would be coming back to ask him a favor of some sort.
Then I was inside the house, watching tv with my mother-in-law and her daughter. They acted like they didn't see me come in the room, so after a few minutes I said "Hey there" and waved my hands at them. The daughter said, "Are you sick? You sound awful" and I explained that I was not sick although I had been sick a few weeks ago. Then I was in the kitchen, trying to decide what to fix for supper. I thought about meatloaf, then thought about some ham we had. I asked the daughter and my mom (who was now sitting at this long table in the kitchen), "What could I fix with ham?" and the daughter said, "HAM-burgers, have you ever had an actual HAM-burger?" and went on to say how great they were. I said, "I was thinking more along the lines of potato-ham casserole or something."
Then I was suddenly in this office building, and I was going up to Michael Jackson's office. We had met before, and he really liked me, but I didn't ever respond to his advances. He wrote this song for me where he was saying, "just tell me what you really want from me" and I thought jokingly, "how about a million dollars?" I figured that was pocket change for him. So I decided I would leave him a note asking him for $20-30,000 to pay for Walter's flight school. So I went up to his office after hours and went nosing around looking for a post-it pad and a pen. When I found one, I could see through this window into his office, and I could see the light was still on and he was there at his desk, busily humming loudly and bouncing in his chair as he was working (his back was to the door and the window I was at). I ducked down below the window and started scribbling the note, and I swear I thought I heard him fart really loud. I looked up and he looked around and saw me so I started to try to get away before he could get to me. By the time I got to the door, though, I met up with my friend Al, who jumped in front of me with this big grin on his face and said, "Let me tell you about so-and-so" and he started to tell me about some girl they had hired for a while that was not too bright. He said, "Now, you know I don't lie, and we don't keep secrets around here" and his co-worker Marion yelled out teasingly from a room behind him "Oh yes you do!" Another co-worker of Al's appeared and started asking me questions (he interrupted Al's story about the new girl) about what the "rule" was when doing drug tests. He asked me about someone just breathing in second-hand marijuana smoke. I told him that our old safety director had told me before that even if a guy was locked up in an airtight phone booth with someone who was smoking marijuana, he wouldn't test positive on a drug test.
Then there was something about a church I was visiting, and I was talking to a lot of people in what was like a fellowship hall. I think there was a wedding going on or something and I knew the couple getting married.

**Remember: This is ONLY a DREAM!**