So this one starts out with my wife and I sitting on these aluminum bleachers, and we’re watching this car race, but it’s this really small mud track so only one car at a time can go around in a fairly small circle and the cars keep getting stuck, but everyone really seems to be enjoying it, so whatever. I end up getting into a conversation with Blythe Danner, who’s sitting next to us, and somehow we get into a conversation about marijuana and Blythe is saying that she’s never tried it before. So I decide that I’ll go track down some pot so she can try it.
I’m super anxious because I have absolutely no idea how I’m going to actually find marijuana, but then as I’m walking I see Marc Maron going into a bathroom. Apparently, Marc and I are friends, and apparently, Marc is also very much an aficionado of the cheeba, so I follow him in to chat. I explain my dilemma, and he agrees to give me some of the stuff he’s got on him. I realize that I don’t have any money on me, and I tell him that my wife has some cash that I’ll get to him ASAP. He’s a little annoyed, but still agrees to help out. So he rolls up a joint in this paper that’s really flaky like the icing on a donut, and underneath the first layer of rolling paper, there’s an even tinier, super tightly rolled joint, and it’s in a gold cigarette holder. Marc clearly takes pride in his work. I’ll admit, I take a small puff, and then I head out to get back to Blythe, and I need to hurry because the joint is already burning down pretty quickly. It’s not a huge deal, because Blythe had told me she just wanted to take one drag off it, so I’m just trying to get back to the bleachers so there’s enough for that.
And then it starts raining. Like really hard. And I’m trudging steadily onward, but by the time I get back everyone’s left and it doesn’t really matter because the joint is out and somehow it’s turned into this silver metal tripod. My wife is waiting for me in the car, and I throw the tripod in the back seat, and we’re both paranoid someone saw me with the tripod because apparently this tripod is a very obvious bit of drug paraphernalia. I then sit in the front seat and explain to my wife that we need to swing by Marc’s house and drop off some cash, and I’m annoyed since I basically wasted money on this joint that no one used. We then try to determine if we should give him fifteen bucks or twenty bucks because Marc never specified.
The dream shifts after that, and I’m with friends at Dar’s Pizza in Pipestone, and everyone has to flee the pizza place because it fills up with this malevolent blob of pizza dough that fills the whole restaurant. My friends and I are able to get out, but the owners get swallowed up. Once we’re outside, it’s clear that something bad is happening to the whole world. I don’t remember all the details, but at one point I get separated from everyone else and I have to rescue Eric Idle, who’s dressed like his character in “The Adventures of Baron Munchausen”, because he’s trapped behind this wire fence, and it seems like if he doesn’t get out of there he’s going to become a zombie or be used for experiments or something. We also find this cash register that’s printing out a receipt that has basically been tracking my entire life and has been charging me every time I do something good.
There’s some other stuff that I’m a little fuzzy on, including evil crystal dragonflies, but then the dream shifts again to this world that’s a combination of “1984” and “Fahrenheit 451”. A young Robert Redford is supposed to be a detective in this world, but we discover that he’s actually in league with the underground resistance. There’s a scene with him in what’s kind of like an information epicenter, but all the workers there are in the resistance, so they’ve turned off all the monitoring devices (incidentally, the monitoring devices are basically these tree-creatures that take up one whole wall made of bark. . .actually, I think they might be that Stub Hub tree). There’s something about how the government is burning people alive is they’re discovered to be “collaborators” and Robert is supposed to be one of the guys trying to find these collaborators, but obviously he’s trying to put a stop to all the burning and stuff. Later on he gets partnered with a young Meryl Streep, and he falls in love with her and they have an affair, but she’s very pro-government and eventually discovers that Robert is a collaborator and she turns him in and Robert gets burned alive and shot in the head.
So that happened. . .