There is a man wearing the top part of a flesh-toned mask, making him look eyeless with a large forehead. He has a rotund nose and pointy chin. He wears a target uniform (a red shirt and khaki pants). I follow him around. He begins to sing and we weave in and out of toy aisles and climb giant piles of new objects still in their acetone packaging. I'm captivated by the man's voice. He climbs onto a large stage under a red dome. The stage looks like a gym from my high school. The man unveils his face. His eyes are bloodshot, his cheeks are peppered in stubble and he has a few pimples on his forehead. I'm relieved to see he is human. Set designers and production managers are cleaning up behind me. What's all of this? I ask one of them. It's all part of the performance. They tell me. The man in the Target uniform walks across the stage onto another directly next to it. The other stage is empty. He begins to sing louder and walks out of the back stage door into a parking garage. I follow him closely. His voice is in my throat. It spins off the walls in the garage. I can hear nothing else.
I leave work for a couple of hours to get drunk with a co-worker. Later I call in and say I'm not feeling well (which is true enough, I have a major drunken headache) but they ask me to come in anyway. So I do, and wearing only my underwear, I begin to clean out the insides of dirty vacuums. I'm covered in dust and hair and I feel filthy on the inside and out.
I am in a giant pool. It's larger than a small town. People hang out in the pool as though they live there on a day-to-day business. They pay their taxes in the pool, wash their cars in the pool, eat in the pool, do their grocery shopping, etc.. Helicopters fly above my head and send some kind of warning signal. A friend approaches. She tells me that my friend Sam is upset with me, that I've broken his heart. In the dream I remember kissing him quickly on the lips, but years ago. I summon Sam over to me from the far end of the pool with a futuristic light device. I try to appease him and apologize for hurting him. I want to kiss him again, but know it would only cause more turmoil.