There were two men. They were in a pool, and they were champion divers. They were practicing their diving, and talking about odd things, such as work and development of movies or something of that ilk. One had been a diver originally, and the other had become a diver when he saw his friend doing it. The one that had originally took up diving swam to the edge of the pool, climbd out, and died.

This is what I remember of last nights dream:

There was an East Indian girl. She was very pretty and wearing a dress. We were on the bus, and I put my hand on her shoulder. She brushed it off and told me that we could not be together. I said I understood. We got off the bus and crossed a busy road. In the middle of this road was a ditch. In the ditch was a car with a person inside it. The car was being crushed by a bulldozer. Many people were trying to lift the bulldozer off of the car, and my father was one of them. I waved to him, and he waved back as the bulldozer was pushed off the car.

The Indian girl and I went into a house that I've never been in, but in the dream it was mine. She said something that I cannot recall, and I replied 'I can cook us dinner'. She smiled, hugged me, and said that she bet I could.

I'm normally able to deconstruct my dreams easily, but this is beyond my abilties. Why an Indian girl? What is with the bulldozer crushing the car? What's with the girl changing her mind? Jesus, I can't cook.

Why can't I just have a normal freudian dream about being chased by a giant rocket or something?