Dream log - 9/9 and 9/10

More random dreams from over the weekend that I'm just putting down here so I'll remember them.

Saturday night (9/9):

What I remember is being out on/in a lake, which also seemed like a fish tank. I was throwing frogs across/into the lake to save them - perhaps they were frozen - but I also ended up stepping on some tadpoles(?) but at the same time I was talking to Kevin Hare, and he or I was saying that those kinds of sacrifices were necessary.

I was then going somewhere and heard some R.E.M. song (Finest Worksong or Electrolite) and said that it was the 3rd time today that I'd heard that song. I then met up with Michael Stipe who was sitting at a table with 2 or 3 other people, and was wearing gray shoes. We were talking about something and I said it was funny that he didn't even consider me a friend, because I felt like he was one of my 3 or 4 best friends.

Sunday night (9/10):

Back at Intensity Skates yet again. This one had a slightly more ominous feel/tone about it - I was coming back/found out about it but wasn't necessarily welcomed back? At some point I was on top of some shelves and Mike Agnew was telling a story about a guard dog they'd had and the dog appeared and was jumping across the shelves at me. Vaguely recall taking a phone order, looking in the warehouse to see if a shoe (a red or white shoe) was in stock that we thought was not, and mentioning that skateboard shoes were so lame these days as I looked through all the different styles.

Then went out the back door of the warehouse, which was at the edge of a canyon. There were really crazy rock formations down in the canyon, and my friends Natalie and Dave ran past me and down into the canyon where they hopped around the rocks. I followed them down and then there were ruins that were submerged underwater. I mentioned that I had gone down into the ruins and explored around a little bit, but not when they were submerged and Josh (not sure where he came from), Dave and I compared notes about what was down there. I vaguely recall that there were cult-ish/demonic overtones to the ruins. Still in the canyon and a very small plane was flying around doing all kinds of loops and tricks, and Dave and I were discussing the proximity of an airport nearby. I then went on to tell Dave about a time when I was at the U of M (although it was a combination of U of M and UCSD) and this squadron of fighter planes came and flew low across the mall/common area and then sideways through a circle of palm trees that had since been cut down. As I was telling the story, I was back at the U of M and ran into someone I knew who asked me what was up with the 9:30 Club. I told them that I hadn't lived there in two years so I didn't know what they meant, and they asked me about some kind of anniversary thing? It turns out this person was Talib Kweli, and I introduced him to my friend Matt, who was with me at the time.