Screaming or howling

5 separate entries? Good night of recall... 1. I am watching the Simpsons, where <PERSON> and <PERSON> are the only two in Moe's Tavern. Both are fairly drunk and feeling vulnerable, and after a bit of dialogue they exchange a single kiss. <PERSON> admits he was curious, and as soon as he does the bar begins to collapse around him. Dream cuts to "South Moe's," recast as an upscale drinking spot. However, pots of a black goop bubble behind the surface of the bar. Drinkers are littering the floor with their empty bottles, and as they do so the goop reaches out of its pots to grab them. The drinkers seem to dissolve before my eyes; <PERSON> (dressed as Admiral Ackbar) screams "It is a trap!," while his mother's head lulls sickeningly on a bleached-white spinal column. Eventually <PERSON> is the only one left in the bar, and he angrily tips over the pots. All the drinkers emerge, unharmed, and <PERSON> orders them to clean up the mess as a lesson in environmental stewardship. 2. My high school friend <PERSON> has asked me to text him on Facebook, but I ignore his request. The next day, he and <PERSON> show up at my house bearing Magic cards, and as we play they both admit that they have been crushingly bored. I false awaken, then go to the computer and log on to Facebook. I see his text request again and ask myself, "Is this a dream?" I fail the reality check miserably and fail to go lucid. 3. I am reading about Tarot readings I have done in my journal, only to realize that I have forgotten the staff portion of the Celtic Cross. 4. I am at a flea market with the family, and we enter the main building through a sort of farmer's market area. Most things are reasonably priced, but bananas are $8 a pound and my mom flips out about it. Dad, fed up with her, enters a room containing clothes and life jackets. My brother has a smartphone with him, and dad wants to use it to check prices. The internet at the market can only be accessed through a medieval themed game interface, which costs $35. He buys it, but finds it very hard to enter web addresses, as letters change after entry (failed RC). Eventually he succeeds, and sees that his parking can be validated if he goes to the student union at my new graduate school. As he logs off, the game reports his session as a "royal history." 5. I am at college, where I am taking "History of Baseball." I get destroyed by the first test, and walk out dejected when I meet my old roommate, <PERSON> He carries a Whiffle bat and ball, and we play a little.