A bar, embryos
Fights began at some point--not actually violent ones, but loud quarrels at least. The girl I was with metamorphosed into some other girl I abhorred but didn't really know. She crawled away to some bright, clean, futuristic lavatory and proceeded to scream and rant and rave. Water began pouring in from somewhere, and flooded us. She continued to shriek, a dark-haired, dark-skinned demon wailing and wailing as the water came up over her head. She looked like "Jess" from Jacob's Ladder. I don't know if I was actually in the water or not, or rather just watching in detached idle omniscience; at any rate I gradually became aware of small fleshy bodies floating, quiescent and harmless, in neat orderly rows. The room was completely filled with water by now, and as I watched, the fleshy things (which now looked like perfectly identical conglomerations of pink internal organs) began to grow, writhing impotently as they did so. Then, again, they fell still, and eventually drifted away, now gray and lifeless. With numb horror and revulsion I realized they were embryos, and suddenly it was if I'd been watching them all along on television, for just then I turned to see my girlfriend sitting next to me on a couch. She turned to me, white and solemn, and said simply, if sternly, "And what do you think of that?"
Dreams
I was--who was I? Some guy trying to fit in. I didn't think my heart was truly in it. Walking through rainy dark streets, into a dingy, seedy bar. I'm with a girl...we walk in and act completely natural, although I'm highly ill at ease, and I remember wondering if anyone else can see it. Everyone is dressed in dirty jeans, old tattered t-shirts, plaid shirts (heavy metal style), leather jackets, boots, too much facial hair. The cheap jukebox only plays about twelve songs, I remember two: "It's Love" by King's X, and something from Pink Floyd The Wall. I refrained from playing anything as I didn't think the crowd would appreciate it.