I was spectating a NASCAR race. The stands were at about a 20 degree angle like at an orchestra. I was sitting in my chair, when everyone starting to leave. New people replaced their seats quickly. A girl I knew sat on the right of me and took my arm rest. Some other girl sat on my left. This idea began to form in my dream about this 40 some year old guy named Astro Man. Astro Man was this clumsy guy who built homemade rockets and homemade space suits and went into space in the 70s. He was like a daredevil in space. I don’t know if it was in the dream or as I was typing this, but I thought it would be smart to turn Astro Man into a show or cartoon. I appeared in the “Astro Man” exhibit in a museum, like he was a hero (or maybe the whole museum was dedicated to him). I was in this room full of Astro Man’s possessions. I looked at his “space goggles”, sunglasses, and experienced the history of the goggles in first person. The person wearing the goggles (either Astro Man or I) looked to his/my right and a spike broke the right glass lens. Another clip of Astro Man history was when he lost his space boot in his ship in space with no gravity. He started to scream and panic like Will Ferrell in “Talidegga Nights” when he thought he was on fire. Astro Man two robot helpers, one blue and the other orange were put inside arcade machines to run them. As I walked around, the robots started complaining that there wasn’t any space in the arcade machines, so they extended their legs out of their confines.

I then appeared in this mall next to this kiosk. I then had this epiphany on how many people treat food and take it for granted *a man hunched over guards his food, savage-like, next to the kiosk*. I also thought how humans have domesticated animals as house pets. It seemed grander in the dream.