Hiroshima

Saturn = restuarant downtown
Fuzzy = really wierd kid at UCSC

I was somewhere with my dad listening to a presentation. I went to the bathroom for a minute. I looked in the mirror and noticed that my hair had grown back down to about chin-length. I thought it looked nice and I was happy about it. I came out of the bathroom to point it out to my dad, and when I opened the door there was another guy waiting to use the bathroom. He was very rude to me and was asking why it took so long for me to use the bathroom. He accused me of being bulimic and said I was probably just throwing up in there. I yelled at him for being such an ass hole and told him he had no right to say that. The guy felt kind of bad.
I went up to my dad and told him what happened. My dad said I shouldn't be upset because that guy just has a lot of emotional issues. Then he told me a story about what happened to the guy. I could see the action like I was watching a movie. The guy and his dad were on a fast-moving sail boat in the middle of the ocean. The dad was trying to climb across the boat to take a swing at the guy. In doing so the dad fell off the end of the boat. I wondered if he had gotten chopped up by the motor.
I was in a third world asian country. I was helping a group of people, most of whom were children. Some planes started to fly over and the people said they were going to bomb us. We all ran inside a room and started hiding. I hid under what looked like an operating table. Once I was under there the older guy there asked if he could hide under there with me. I said of coarse and moved over. The people who had been flying to planes burst into the room yelling. They pulled us out from under the table and one by one began to find everyone else.
I was standing next to a huge Manzanita tree. The tree looked like it had been used as someone's hangout spot, most likely for smoking weed, because there were a couple lighters stuck on it. And there were other funky little things around it. I found a film-tube full of black paint and a brush, and started painting little stripes and things on the tree. I felt kind of bad about putting paint on it but was enjoying painting it.
I was at Saturn and Fuzzy was the waiter. I ordered a beer and Fuzzy reluctantly got it for me, telling me "this is the last straw". Right as he brought it to me, the restuarant said it was closing for some event and they were telling all the customers to leave. I was kind of pissed about that.