I went to my old job to visit my friend/co-worker and he had this huge office. He had all this beautiful furniture. His desk was an antique mahogany desk. He had this two-toned (light and dark wood mixed) chest behind his desk, and a matching night stand over to one side. There was a sofa to the other side, and several antique tables around the room (one of them being a metal mesh-like table). There was a queen sized bed at the far end of the room with a black comforter on it. The footboard was up against the wall (which I thought was kinda strange) and high on the wall above it was two windows with small sheer billowy curtains. The moon was shining through the windows, which were open and blowing the curtains. There was this long picture on the wall below the windows, which was a picture of all these people dressed up in period costume at a Renaissance festival (supposedly my friend and his family/friends, although I couldn't find him in the picture). My friend was going to have me help him do some work to help them out, but we just kept sitting around talking... soon it was 7pm, 8pm, 9pm... and I began to wonder if he was ever gonna put me to work or not. I went into what used to be my office (although it was completely different, and down the hall like in a cubbyhole) and I noticed that there was a new desk that wrapped around the corner of the room. It looked really convenient the way it was set up. There was also a small separate table with a phone on it where drivers could call from. My replacement and my friend had been telling me that some certain person had left the company and that was why they were able to get new furniture.
Then me, Walter, Fozzy(my cat), and my sister were at some country club on this huge muddy river. We got in this canoe and started wandering around the river. It was really beautiful outside. At one point, it was as if the canoe had a motor and Walter was "driving" it; then later the canoe was on top of a horse that was submerged in the water, galloping along the river bottom. Fozzy was beside us in the water, paddling alongside us. We made our way back to the country club and parked the canoe (and I suppose the horse) and we all got out. I went just inside the doorway of the next room, and there was this huge metal shelving. Walter followed me in and I asked if he had gotten our helmets. He hadn't, so I went back to the canoe where a lady instructor was and explained to her as I got our helmets. Then back at the metal shelving there was this young girl leaning up against it, breathing heavily and making a terrible face and grabbing her stomach. Her boyfriend came up and was consoling her (he looked country-bumpkin-ish to me) and she was saying "I'm gonna have a baby".
Then I was in someone's kitchen doing something at the sink, trying to keep this black dog out of the sink, but he fell in anyway and got wet, then got up on the counter and shook. I was afraid the owner of the kitchen would get mad at me for letting the dog do that.
Then I was in some huge shower, blow-drying my hair, and then subsequently washing it, while listening to some radio station, and I kept trying to change the station.
Then I was in a van with Rosie O'Donnell, who was driving. She pulled up behind this garbage truck that was parked beside a dumpster. I told her we should move, but she didn't and then the garbage truck backed up into us. The truck hit me in the arm and jammed my shoulder (it was as if the passenger door was gone). I got out and walked over to this building (holding my arm) and was standing there at what was like a dock. Rosie came over and asked me if I was all right and I told her, "No, I just got hit by a truck!" She asked if I was injured, and I told her my arm didn't hurt anymore, instead my left butt cheek was sore, as if there was something wrong with my spine. She shrugged and acted like, "oh well", and I said, "But what if I want to sue?" and she said, "You can't; it wouldn't do any good" because the garbage truck driver had done this to lots of people before and got away with it because his company protected him or something. Then two other co-workers from my old job showed up, and I pointed to one of them and told Rosie, "You see? That's the face of 'I-told-you-so'" because the same thing had happened to him too.

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