Spreading Eggs  There are four bicycles outside of Mason Cafeteria on a trailer-type apparatus. They need to be moved. I keep walking to Franklin Hall, my dormitory. My friend Stephen Ramos and three other guys get the bikes. Tony Ramada takes one. He rides it and then does a ghost-rider, letting it crash into a semi-truck. The semi drives over it and it remains unscathed.  I'm with Yvette Ullman. There is a bunch of us in a suburban-like vehicle. We're driving on Highway Q in Wilmerton, going south by the Holiday Inn. In the field on our right there is a truck of some sort driving over rough, snowy terrain. I say wow; it would be great to own one of those vehicles! Then I could drive it all over! I write the name of that truck out of the dust on the rear side window of the suburban.  Yvette has a bunch of eggs. At first I think they are caviar, but then I think they are human eggs! We are going to spread the eggs over some land. A person can eat the eggs, but one has to cook them 20 minutes. We go to a house, which is like Major Hall, another college dormitory. I am carrying Yvette's bike up the stairs on the 3rd floor. We get to the third floor. Kari Otis, a friend from grade school and high school, has a room there. I say hi to her. I steal a red jellybean from her. I guess it is Easter time.  I am going down the stairs, sliding on my stomach on a pillow. The stairs descend, then turn 180°, then descend, then turn, etc. At the first level down I find a Penthouse magazine. I want to take it. I'm about to shove it down my pants, when a girl looks up the stairs and sees me. I toss it aside, saying that I'm just joking. I go down another flight of stairs. Again there is a Penthouse. I want to take it, but there are people around. I go down a third flight, and find a third Penthouse. I don't get to take the Magazine. Brownie Bruny, a person I know from grade school that was a year older than I, is there at the bottom of the stairs. I have never liked her. There is a room there with a party atmosphere. People are dressed up. Brownie is wearing a wig and is as snobby as ever. My friend Simon Naver is lying on the floor. I can tell it's him by his pants. They are all leather and look like the leather jacket he has. I go over to him, he gets up, and we shake hands. We're happy to see each other. We shake hands again. I almost hug him but feel that would be inappropriate.