I dreamt that a group of kids had sticky orange goop on their right palms. With right arms outstretched, palms down, they were sticking glass soda bottles, caps first, to their palms. It was a contest to get the most bottles stuck to your palm at once. The boy in the lead had nine crowded-ly attached.
A friend was lying flat on a hospital gurney with her head tilted up to look at her stomach on which a clear structure was sitting. If you remember the doozers, the tiny construction workers from Fraggle Rock, the structure was identical to their thin, clear stick-like, frames.
I dreamt I was sitting on bleachers with many other people facing a large grass and dirt space surrounded by woods. An elephant ran through and shortly Matt Damon came running after it. He soon returned pulling the elephant by a thick rope, and said to us, “See what the dishes do?”