7-27-2a
1) 6023, my bedroom: I'm trying to go to sleep, but I'm too hot. I turn on a fan. But then, after sleeping for a short while, I'm too cold, but when I try to turn off the fan, it won't stop. The plug is not plugged in; in fact, it's cut off and the end of the wire is frayed. Then, I see another plug. There are at least four wires coming out of the back of the fan. I unplug the second plug and the fan shuts off, but I notice there's another one running. I shut it off and try to go back to sleep, but pretty soon, I'm too hot. I turn the fan back on. Then a bug is buzzing me, keeping me from sleeping. After a few lame attempts to swat it, I look for the bug spray. I can't find it, so I go to the door and shout to my mother, asking her, or anyone in general, where the bug spray is, but no one answers me. Then, I find it. I lock the bedroom door again and start to spray along the cove of the wall and along the edge of the north window where I see bugs. The seal along the window edge is deteriorating, but it still looks intact. But when I go to spray the west window, I see that the seal has completely broken down and the window barely hangs in place, with lots of gaps letting in cold air. I think that I'll never be comfortable with the window in this condition. [Last night, before I fell asleep, a gnat was buzzing me and wouldn't leave me alone. I saw on tv a thing about sleep, how the body's temperature drops during deep sleep, but rises again to a near-waking level during REM sleep. When I half-awoke after the dream, I felt cold. I realized the fan was still on. I turned it on just before I fell asleep because I'd been too hot. I pulled the sheet up rather than turn off the fan, because I thought I'd get hot again. Before I fell asleep, I theorized that, during the spring and fall especially, or in the summer when the nights are cooler, I get hot and cold because I'm going in and out of a dreaming state.]
2) I'm on a road like Northern Pike, but as if it were just outside a small city and not in Monroeville. I have a portable electric guitar with me and, as I walk along among people, I begin to play and sing "Maybelline" like Chuck Berry, but without the motions. Some black guys see me and start to sing with me. We transition into soul music. We form a group with me singing lead. But I tell them that we should all take turns singing lead, and the lead singer should choose the song. Consequently, we end up singing mostly R&B. We only sing rock when it's my turn to choose. Thus, we are a very unique and versatile band. Our only accompaniment is my guitar, which I make sound like a whole band. (It's electronic and has rhythm and accompaniment functions on it.) Often, during the soul and R&B songs, we sing acappella.
This same group and I transition into rookie cops assigned to the city police force. We go into a large meeting hall to attend a kind of church meeting of a Christian fringe group, posing as would-be new members. Attractive young ladies approach us, enticing us to join their group. One big, but attractive girl approaches me, but I remain cold toward her. Then, a smaller girl approaches. Although I like her, I still remain somewhat aloof. I know what she's up to. She asks me what I do for a living. I tell her I'm a cop. Suddenly, she's no longer interested in me. I tell her I'm here to protect her from the threats the group has had. She didn't know anything about them and decides she and her girlfriend should leave.
It turns out that the meeting is a pretext to herd a lot of people into one place so that a group of mass murderers can kill them all at once. I get wind of the plot just before the mass execution is to take place, so I sneak off into a back room and make a call to headquarters, which dispatches troops. Meanwhile, when the killing is to start, I go into a back room and shoot a few people (men and women), and I get a high powered rifle from a woman I kill. I climb up onto the hillside above the hall and, from behind a ridge, I begin to pick off the murderers, one by one, changing my location after each shot to prevent them from zeroing in on me. After reinforcements arrive and it's all over, I am awarded a citation for uncovering the plot and preventing the murders.