these dreams are getting multi media

footage from a reality show, a sort of competition
done, i believe, at some university
teams were building constructions of food
it wasn't exactly cooking, they were told what
foodstuffs to use, it was focused on one team
they were almost done with the construction
beautiful tomato slices precariously balanced on top
and then some sugary item was thrown at them
that would ruin their building, it's taste anyway
when this one guy on the team pulls out a paint brush
and starts painting windows or something that wouldn't
significantly change the taste, saving the day
they play an inset screen of him painting the mane
of a horse on a fountain sculped cake
he is the only person to ever get .999 in the artistic category

then the hero is knocking on a door
other: how did you find me here?
door opens enough to see it is a small room with a massage table and a toilet and the other is wearing only a towel
hero: i came by and they told me you were getting a message and to come back in two hours.
hero goes in and sits down on the toilet, the other sits on the table
other: it was presumptuous of you to come here.
hero: maybe, but we have a history and i need you to tell them i'm okay to go back into the field.
other: you don't seem okay to me at all.
hero: i've just come from some akward situations and i'm a little shaken, but i assure you, in the field that will never be a problem.
other: i'm sorry, there is a reason that they rotate people out of battle situations, they stay in too long, they get
hero: NO you don't understand. i need to go back.
other: ...just like you are right now. sorry.

documentary about conjoined twins
there is commentary but it's of the blah blah blah variety
it's very technical and the speaker is off camera
the visual is close up footage of the surgery
to separate the twins
they were joined fully somewhere-- waist, hip, lower chest
but the closeups kept focusing on the right hand of the larger twin
his hand was embedded in the side of his twin
as though, in utero, developmentally protectively holding

our hero walks through the lanscape
it reminds me of that canyon in california
the one they used for all those westerns
or at least i have the same sense of
"wait, i've been here before"
that i got the first time i drove through it
but our hero's landscape is dry, barren but populated
there's something sort of postman or mad max-ish about the world
that you just can't put your finger on
and why is he travelling on foot
he walks up to a building
there is a pattern on the ground in front of the building
which continues onto the porch
and up to the front of the building
it's a simple structure, like a lodge or a large log cabin
but it is visible from a great distance due to the patterning
which is simple and geometric and achieved with concrete
and clay, and wood-- things readily available
he walks up to the door
on the door is a phrase:

and tonight i shall cook on what i call a real stove
for i am a member

he opens the door
he disappears inside

news footage
somewhere in asia
a child was found
he had wandered off alone
had been at an amusement park
had been knocked unconscious somehow
his hand had fallen into a snowdrift
several of his fingers had been badly frostbitten

i was following our hero now
i was seeing all these things through my own eyes
the lodges were safehouses
the members could communicate with each other
there were always amenities, but they were different
whatever was available in a given area
the members would have it at the lodge house
the colors were different, but the pattern was the same
i didn't know if the color had any significance, or if
it was just based on materials available locally
i saw a man, spoke with him
the tips of his fingers were a lighter color than
the rest of his hand
sitting at a long table
inside one of the lodges
i spoke with an angry asian woman who wanted redress
her child's hand had been damaged
there was some kind of juice in a pitcher on the table
some kind of food was available to all who waited
apparently the lodges served as field courts
my attention was distracted
i was trying to listen to the hero
he had gone into a side room
with someone in a uniform
they had a heated discussion
of which
i couldn't hear
a word