My brother, an unknown guy, and I were hungry and agreed to do some work in exchange for food. Toward the middle of the dream, my brother faded out and turned into another unknown guy.

The house near the lake shore wanted me to empty their dishwasher and put in a new load. It was still running with a current load, so I promised I would. The neighboring house [divided by a steep embankment, held back by a stone wall] had some things for me to do in the meanwhile.

The driveway was dirt and circled around the embankment to the house above, so I ran over and started working up there. I remember carrying old lumber.... Basically, my job was to move things from one place to another.

By the time we had all finished the jobs, the people had put away all the food and had left nothing for us as they'd promised. Unnamed guy #1 was with me and we were both angry. I suddenly remembered the other house, so I ran down there to see if they still needed the dishwasher filled. Everything had been cleaned and put away... again, there was no food for us.

Unnamed guy #2 was still over at the other house and saw us in the driveway of the lower house. He walked down the embankment to take a shortcut. Suddenly, there was a scream. Unnamed guy #1 ran around the truck parked in the driveway to see what had happened and called back that Unnamed guy #2 needed help. I tried to see what had happened, but couldn't see over the truck. The dream blinked and the truck was gone. Unnamed guy #2 was laying on the ground, his leg obviously broken. I told him to lay still... we'd get some help. Instead, he stood up, took a couple steps, and fell down again in pain. I told him again to lay still... that walking on it would only cause more damage. He stood up again, tried to walk toward me, and fell in pain.

I turned and saw someone behind me. I told them to get help quickly... that he wouldn't stay still and was just making things worse.

...and the dream faded into...

My mother, sister, and I had driven back up to Newfoundland, Canada. She was going to work at the hospital in St. John's for a week or two and we were going to stay in the same house we had lived in before, just outside of town.

I was with her as she went into the unit... it was Christmas because she went to the back of the room and there was a tree with presents in a bag for her... her ex-coworkers had saved them for her.

The dream jumped and we had driven to a small strip mall... in the old Suburban [aka: "The Tank"] we had when we lived in Nfld. It was dark, grey, and misting outside. My sister was suddenly about 6 months old [as she had been in Nfld]. We were in a clothing shop and my mother was looking at a camo hat for my brother. I saw a cap gun that I thought was neat and started looking at it. A little boy came up to me and asked how it worked. I took the back off to show him the insides and he was very interested.

The boy faded out of the dream and, for the rest of the dream, I was trying to fit the cover back onto the cap gun. I knew how to do it but, for some reason, I couldn't get everything to stay in place when I'd go to put the first screw in.

Suddenly, we were standing outside by the Suburban and my sister was crying and my mother was upset at me. She was yelling that, if I'd just left the gun alone, we could leave and that I never listen to her and that if I would, none of this would be happening and and and and... just a tirade of put-downs [which is interesting because my mother and I get along quite well].

With my mother yelling in my ear and my sister crying and screaming, I couldn't concentrate on what I was doing. I remember almost having it back together once but, as I tested the trigger, there was no weight behind it to snap the cap... so I took it back apart again, saw that I'd put the weight in the wrong place on the rod, and then started trying to put the case back together.

...now... realize that this cap gun could never exist outside a dream. Basically, the trigger was connected to a long rod. There was a weight that kept the rod horizontal when at rest. The ring of caps also fit onto this rod [strange, I know]. When the trigger was pulled, the rod would flip up and hit the bit that would blow the cap.

My mother gave me my sister, who quieted down, and I kept working on putting the cap gun back together. It made working even more difficult, because now I had a squirming infant in my arms.

...and then... then it started to rain harder. It was night, we were parked in an empty parking lot, my mother was still yelling at me, and I was holding my sister... and still trying to put that damn cap gun back together! All I had to do was get the screws in. So simple. Three or four small screws to hold the case on and it would be done. But I just couldn't concentrate on what I was doing!

...and then I woke up. I was so frustrated in the dream, that it carried over when I woke up. I mean... for crying out loud!! Three or four screws! Graaaaah!!