Nude Ben and the Vortex

‘Nother strange dream last night. The stories didn’t merge well. I’ll just tell it like I dreamed it, and you make sense of it; I tried, and couldn’t.
Jodi and I, and some other friends, including Katherine, of the famous Kurtis and Katherine, meandered about an unknown location with a relatively long slope with stairs. Katherine excitedly told Jodi that someone told her she would probably win the competition dancing with the children. Katherine had her doubts.
Next I was helping a crew (volunteer? work?) clean up at the end of an event (basketball? other sport?), when the crew leader expressed some interest in interviewing Michael Jordan, who was there. He approached the coach, who, in frustration, asked what was wrong with interviewing Danny Ainge. Our leader persisted, and got the nod from the coach and Jordan just as me and three others were carrying a table out to the parking lot.
My friend Ben told us a story about how he had to walk in the nude to the front door one time because bees ate the mosquitos … something something. I asked if he just walked through the vortex, stupified at how anyone could survive the gale that blew around it. He said no, he had walked around it, and whenever he used it, he had to drive.
Very odd indeed.
Jodi had a strange dream too. She had been at a retreat. Her dad picked her up, took her to the parsonage, and the twin albino girls that were there turned into twin albino puppies. The discussion turned quickly to whether or not they should be euthanized to “preserve the breed.”
Maybe smoking that stuff wasn’t such a great idea. *wink*