Sydney Hodgepodge  I'm with two people at an airport. I stop and give all my clothes to a man, asking him to hold them for a moment. I take my pair of black underwear and try to put them on. I spin them on my finger for a bit, twirling them. I get them on, and go back to the man for my other clothes. The man is about to sell my clothes. I quickly say that I'll give him money, but then I beat him, kicking him in the groin and taking my clothes. From then on, he is younger, and he is after me for revenge. I leave. I am with the group of students that are in my traveling class. We go to a place numbered 50 on a city map. The man I beat up is still pursuing me. Outside the airport is a scruffy young man. He asks me, "Would you care for psychology?" He has a thick accent. At first I don't understand him. Then I realize he wants to talk about psychology, and I say yes.  I am in a mall-like area. There is a place called The Cosmopolitan, which is a small shop. It is early in the morning, and the shop is only serving beverages. My friend Yvette Ullman is there. I walk through the mall area and go into a bookstore. I walk around the counter and look at two men my age working there. I stare them down, comparing myself to them. I go look at some out of date Christmas cards and calendars, even though they are out of date. I walk in the mall, and see my old roommate Jens Nils. I say hi to him unenthusiastically. He and a group of three or four people are wearing colorful body garbs that come from a year-round Halloween shop in the mall. I see my high school classmate Brett Ball and say an unenthusiastic "hi". There is a display case in the mall with a few Darryl Strawberry baseball cards in it. There is nothing else in the case. There is a card that used to be of great value. It was priced at $9.75 now. The man working said he would have to check to make sure that the card is really that cheap.  I'm in a house or room with my mom and my sisters Heather and Ramona. I am eating broccoli. The broccoli is disgusting and I spit it out. My mom asks why I spit it out, and I say I hate raw broccoli. There are vegetable dips there. I have a slice of flabby broccoli, like a thick broccoli fillet. I don't eat it. My mom points out that there are carrots, and I eat those. A kid drives by in a truck. He honks and waves his hands out the window trying to get one of my sister's attentions. My sisters and I talk about some young kid. I tell him where I saw him last, but I forget the name of the place. I start saying what I think the name sounds like, and eventually one of my sisters guesses the name "Cosmopolitan", which I remember to be correct. A male police officer brings three young boys to the back door of our house. I meet them as I go out. The officer says to me that these three boys told him that I've been farting in places like basketball practice, or basketball games, which is a crime. I speak to the three boys and say that's right: I have been farting. I say there is nothing wrong with farting: it is an entirely natural thing. They disprove of my viewpoint, because of socialization. The officer lets me continue speaking. I speak until I am finished, and then go back inside. The officer doesn't stop me because I have argued my point well. I get inside and see my friend Esther Thurman and my old girlfriend Annie Thomas. I am surprised! I am slightly angry that the police officer bothered me. Esther tries to grab my hand a couple times, but I pull it away. I do this both because I am angry with the officer, and because Annie is there. Annie is wearing tight brown pants and big brown leather hiking boots. One of them is wearing a big puffy yellow jacket.  I'm in bed at the Manhatten Hotel in Sydney, Australia. I've told my roommate Niles Zelling the part of this dream where the man asks me, "Would you care for psychology?" Niles comes over and sits on my bed. He is excited. He knows what this part of my dream means. I think about it, and realize its meaning, and tell him it confirms my decision to major in psychology. He says I am exactly right. Then he looks ahead to our future plans of our "dream machine". He recalls our dream interpretation group in personality class, in which He says I did a good job, though I know I didn't.