James Reed super mega warehouse hiring emporium, a singing cattle drive and a juvenile steals my motorcycle

Last things first. I was wandering around inside the largest super mega warehouse, when I ran into James Reed. He was going to tell me the name of some cool band, but as we wandered the empty chutes through which many thousands of prospective employees were soon to be herded, it was somehow eluding him. He kept coming up with half correct phrases and saying, "no, that's not it." 

It was imperative that I avoid security or I'd risk some kind of questioning, so when I saw a uniformed mall cop, I ran like my life depended on it. I pretty much had him beat, since I had a big head start, but you know those dream mall cops, always on your tail to the bitter end. I woke up, still unapprehended. 

Before that I was on a cattle drive with Joe Reemts. Of course, the topic of Shaunna came up. They were on the outs, just as in real life. For some reason on this cattle drive there was much more singing than there was cattle driving. 

We were all sitting in a giant outdoor cafeteria with folding tables, doing some musical numbers while a lumberjack style breakfast was being cooked. I spied Shaunna and sang directly at her moon face. I always thought she had a face that looked like Sarah Jessica Parker in profile, which reminds me of a yellowed crescent moon. 

And finally, or firstly, I had been riding my Honda CX 500, which I owned back in the '90s. I parked it momentarily across the street from a dentist office, where I was just popping in to use the restroom. I was only in there for a moment, so I didn't take the key out of the ignition. 

Bad move. When I went back out to the street my bike was gone. In its place was a tiny Vespa scooter, not even a full-sized one, but one for kids. I figured someone must have traded up, so I went knocking on a few doors to see if anyone had seen what happened. 

I encountered a young kid of maybe 9 or 10, who seemed suspicious enough. I laid into him with the questions. He got defensive and started swinging at me. I could hold him at bay with one arm. 

I contemplated pummeling him in retaliation, and also for interrogation purposes, but decided against it. He was a kind of frail little guy and I'm sure I'd have gotten in more trouble, possibly ruining my case with the motorcycle theft. 

I had to get up to pee anyway. Never have a dream where there is a bathroom scene without making sure there isn't a reason for it, I have found.

That's about it. I got goop eye again this morning. Stupid antibiotic ointment is slowing the stye down, but all this oily gel and the subsequent lid scrubbing is giving me some kind of pinkeye looking irritation. 

The last two nights, I've had a headache behind my right eye that was so bad I contemplated suicide. I settled for some cookies and ibuprofen. Suicide isn't off the table, though. It's just not the first course.