I was waiting on line at a fast food restaurant. It was Burger King this time. There were about ten people ahead of me. Suddenly, a little boy about half my height came dashing from the front of the queue and started running circles around me. When I put out my hand and stopped him, he started clinging on to my right leg and wouldn't let go.
I was sitting at a table with some other people at some sort of dinner and show place. There was no food left, save for a few leftovers, but the plates and cutlery were still on the table. On the stage, which was about twenty or thirty yards away, there were a couple of celebrities performing gymnastics and acrobatics. One of the performers did a flying leap and landed on my table. He identified himself as Bob Newhart. Then another performer tried to do the same thing but missed and ended up crashing through the swinging doors behind me.
I was at some sort of computer lab because there were "islands" of computers all over the place and lots of people working. I noticed a lot of crumbs around the computer I was using so I picked up the monitor with my left hand (Wow! I sure was strong in this dream. It was a 17 inch monitor.) and started to dust off the crumbs. Then a lab assistant approached me and said, "Sorry, I can't help you. I'm a striped assistant." I looked at him and he did indeed have stripes all over his face and arms like a tiger. I took his statement to mean that he only helped those who had stripes. The other strange thing was I had not asked for help yet. Then a friend of mine came over. He told the lab assistant that it was okay since I was with him. I noticed then that my friend also had stripes.
I had a rather simple job in this dream. There was a set of buttons on the wall arranged in about half a dozen rows and a hundred columns. Every time a button lighted up, I had a brief amount of time to push that button to turn the light off. I didn't know what pushing those buttons actually accomplished behind the scenes and maybe I wasn't supposed to know. Anyhow, things were going just fine until people started walking in and getting in the way. I had to dodge and run around them quite a bit to keep pushing those buttons on time.
A little later, I was at a large library. More precisely, I was seated at one of the information terminals in the computer center in that library. For some reason, I was reminded of my alma mater. Maybe it was the high ceilings. I had my fox plushie in my lap. Apparently none of other people at there thought it was strange for someone to be holding a plush toy since no one said anything. The terminal had what was supposedly a user-friendly touch-screen interface but the hierarchy of menus was unwieldy. The top level had over fifty items.
I was holding a cartoon drawing of two fox-like anthropomorphic characters, one male and one female, sitting at a table. The art was lightly colored with colored pencils, it seemed, and was done in my more recent style. As I was looking at the drawing, my point of view moved closer and closer to the drawing and suddenly I found myself inside the male character, facing his companion. I had joined in right in the middle of a poem recital and amazingly I managed to rattle off the next few lines without missing a beat. All this while, the female character looked suitably impressed. Then I needed to get a glass of water so I stepped out of the drawing and went to the kitchen. At that point I woke up.
In the second dream, I was looking out the window at the backyard. It was night so everything was dark outside. Then I saw a few red lights moving around in the darkness like fireflies. As my eyes became accustomed to the dim light, I noticed that those red lights were basketball players with little flashlights tied to their waists. Two spotlights appeared illuminating two basketball players who looked like Charles Barkley and Dennis Rodman. The game went on for a few more minutes with the spotlighted players and the moving red lights before I woke up.