my friend (who in actuality, i haven't been in contact with for several years), nick barnett, was an undead, maybe demonic, creature of sorts. i had him stashed, in his normally, catatonic state inside a couch in my fathers downstairs den. although this was no house i recognize as having been my fathers.

it was late at night and i was doing some cleaning or picking up or something and i decided it would be a good time to move nicks body to a safer location that wouldn’t incriminate me if found. but when i brought him out of the couch, him awoke. although i was trying to talk to him about where i could move him he was mentally all over the place and was no help. he was just very excited and happy.

i first planned to put him under a neighbor's deck, but he shot that idea down. then he suggested i put him back to someplace i can no longer remember after waking up, but where he had previously been before i put him in the couch. it would be more work, but i agreed.

then the discussion moved out to the garage, again unrecognizable, although a slightly similar configuration to mosh's old garage. i think there was a discussion about a small tv that i had in the den that he wanted to be placed or buried with him. i'm not totally clear that it was a tv or what. he was still happily erratic, sort of like a small child. i agreed and went in to get it.

while inside, i all of a sudden heard very loud hardcore punk music playing from outside. i went back into the garage to find that nick was listening to his favorite band and dancing all over the back yard. i tried to get him to calm down and turn the music off, but to no avail.

at some point i had grabbed 2 cigarettes from his stuff and was carrying those and what i think was a saw blade. another band that i recognized in the dream started playing and i realized he only had 2 or 3 songs left to play. at this point, dad and nancy came out wondering what all the noise was. this was them from 15 years ago or so, when i stayed with them for the summer. i told them nick was an old friend i had run into earlier that night, knowing i had to hide his true nature and the fact that i had kept him hidden in their couch. i made it seem like he was just being crazy and maybe that i didn't know him that well and had no control over the situation. they were annoyed, but no where near how they would be in real life.

i tried to put the items in my hands down nonchalantly on a nearby counter or workbench, so that they wouldn't notice i had the cigarettes, but nancy is all knowing eyes picked up on it and picked up the cigarettes. i felt guilty for being caught. then nancy grabbed a lighter and lit one up. as she was lighting it, dad said to her, you don't smoke marlboros, do you. to which she responded, not usually or something like that, then took a drag and handed it to me. i contemplated smoking it, but didn't really want to so looked at dad then tried to blow it out.

at this point, a young girl came out of the house who was like a little sister figure to me. i didn't want to corrupt her or give her a bad impression of me, so continued to put out the cigarette.

after several attempts, it was practically out, so i handed it to dad and patted the little girl on the head. he then blew on it to put it the rest of the way out, but instead it lit into flame. i remember nancy or maybe even megan sarcastically saying something like, ron the anti smoking campaign, somewhere around this time, implying that dad was very anti smoking, but this memory isn't too clear.

and this is where i woke up....