The smell of success.

Dreamt that my friend and I opened up a business -- something called a "Diaper Repair Shop". In the dream, this was treated as a brilliant, revolutionary idea, earning us a great deal of praise from the community. We were hailed as geniuses.

Can't remember anything else from the dream.

That's a stretch.

Dreamt that I had giant gauges in both of my ear lobes, but couldn't recall exactly how they got there.

NO FACE FOR YOU.

Dreamt that numerous wasp-like insects attached themselves to my face with their stingers (or some stinger-like apparatuses, anyway). I managed to pull them off, but their stingers/face-attach-to thingies/tubules of horror were left behind, setting off something resembling both an infection and an allergic reaction. My head swelled up to three times its size, my entire body turned a purplish-blue colour and I had boils and blisters covering the entire left side of my face, slowly spreading to the right. Pus was everywhere.

Like anyone with an iota of intelligence, I decided it was time to visit the doctor. Like someone who is dreaming, and therefore impervious to logic, I didn't call an ambulance or try to get to the hospital -- instead, I chose to call my mom to drive me to a walk-in clinic. This set off one of those race-against-time dream sequences where I ran into a hundred billion obstacles as I tried to get to a doctor, the situation quickly deteriorating as things went on. First, I had to convince my mother that I really did need to get some medical attention. Second, we got lost while driving and ended up on some kind of dude ranch/patch of reeds/forest (it was somehow all three), where we were forced to pay a toll for passing through the land. Third, we discovered that every clinic in the city had closed. Every last one.

During this time, pieces of my face had began to slough off. I finally decided that I should just go to the hospital. And so, just as I arrived at the ER doors, I caught my reflection in a conveniently placed mirror (suspiciously convenient), and discovered that my entire face had come off, as had my muscles, tendons, etc., leaving behind a bloody skull with eyeballs and a brain hanging out.

Eye see.

Dreamt I had a boil on the inside of my eye lid.

"Magic School Bus" never prepared me for this.

Dreamt that I was piloting a flying bus. As is typical of any dream I have that relates to air travel, I eventually crash-landed. I managed to survive, however, thanks to a convoluted plan which involved carefully balancing jugs of water and hopping from seat-to-seat, among other things.