Dream on 9/5/10

This was pretty interesting. It had more "That 70's Show" aspects to it as well. I was in some desert town at night talking to Donna, who was my girlfriend. She wanted to fool around but I had to go out into the desert to do something with Fes, who didn't sound like normal Fes from the show. I explained to her that we could fool around when I got back. Fes and I attached this weird string to ourselves that connect us to one another. it would extend a certain amount and looked like thin metal wire, but could hold a huge amount of weight. To prove this, Fes pulled me up to the ceiling and I was hanging there by my waistband for a couple seconds. Fes and I left the city, but as we were leaving, some ruffians were messing with my skateboard (which I had left by the main entrance to the city). It was all black and neon green, and the wheels turned sideways and folded up into the board for easy storage. The dude was trying to get my bearings so I told him to stop and took my board away. We walked swiftly into the dunes, following a group of other people who were going off to sand-board or something like that. The gang of ruffians started walking after us though. The leader caught up with me and I knew he was going to hit me. "Nice night," I said. "Sure is," he replied. He grabbed me by the shoulder but before he hit me we both mutually understood that he didn't really want to beat me up, and that we were just going to make it look good. He said something like, "I'll give it four out of five," and then sort of threw me backwards. I jumped back and spun, landing on my stomach. Now, it was understood from the beginning of the dream that these desert cities were all famous for making this sort of green, yogurt-smoothie thing that looked like Trix yogurt. I had drunk this before I left the city, so I threw it up in the sand to make it look like the gang leader had hit me really hard. It didn't hurt or anything like throwing up normally would, it was almost like I just sort of pushed it up out of my stomach. I did this a couple of times for good effect. Somehow, the strange wire that connected Fes and I broke. The gang leader had left me after the first punch, and saw that the ruffians had caught Fes and were probably actually going to hurt him. He went back to help him escape while making it look like he had been run out of town. Fes and I ran off into the desert, but Fes also left the dream at this point. I found myself going to a house way out in the dunes. There, I found myself. I was a little older than me, and my own father. The father me laid out some couch cushions and wrapped them in sheets to make a bed and told me to stay for the night. He was dressed in bluejeans and a gray sweatshirt that was a little too big for him. It reminds me of one that was Grandpas.