let's be literal for a moment

Here's a dream I had last night, more or less in the order it occurred (though probably with significant holes):

I'm driving my big gold truck, down a busy four- or six-lane road, lined with all sorts of shops and stuff. The road splits around a large white building of curious, experimental architecture, which I think was/is a church.

Somehow or another, I end up inside a building, the interior of which resembles the library where I work. I am in what might equate to our back office, when Robin Williams comes walking in. He exclaims happily upon seeing me, and comes over to chat. We've apparently met two or three times before, and he regards me as something of a friend? The farther into the conversation we go, I realize that Robin Williams is actually hitting on me. When he has to leave, he asks for a kiss (but with a very distinct look in his eyes like he knows I'm going to refuse), so I kiss him just on the left corner of his mouth.

Then I'm sitting somewhere else, that looks like the library's children's area, and the windows are that particular type of darkness of an afternoon thunderstorm. I have the impression, though it looks like a library, that this is actually some kind of restaurant/cafeteria, and we are sitting at those fake-wood tables that are in every school lunchroom, maybe eating off of trays. The we is myself and some friends, though I can't remember particularly who just now. We're discussing something important. I offer a ride to whoever I'm sitting with, and when we're in the parking lot, I discover that these people are CJ and Tre from season three of Top Chef. (I remember apologizing to six foot a million CJ, because he has to sit in the back of my terribly cramped truck.)

We're back in the truck, trying to drive back the way I came. (Presumably, I've finished whatever business I had at the library.) I see the white church again, which arcs up something like a calla lily, but instead of the yellow stamen, there are several gleaming bronze pipes that I understand to be part of some huge pipe organ. For some reason, I and the other occupants of the car find this very interesting (and maybe hilarious?) so I stop, and we all pile out, the other occupants resolving themselves to be my friends Krista, Matt, and Taylor. (I must confess, I wonder if super-tall CJ somehow equated in my mind to super-tall Taylor.) We decide to take pictures of us beside the church structure, which really crazies up the perspective of the dream, because in one of those occurrences that totally makes sense to your subconscious, the church suddenly gets really small, small enough that we can lay on our sides and curl around its various wings to pose for the picture. The grass beneath us is very green, and the sky is very blue, and a few clouds are very white and fluffy. Also, for whatever reason, we decide that we all need to be naked for the photo. So suddenly we are.

Back in the truck, again by myself, and utterly lost. I can remember bits of the route I dreamed on the way in, but instead of finding my way home or wherever, I am back at the restaurant-library. Interestingly, as soon as I'm back there, the sky is overcast again. Out comes my friend Eric, hat and all, as he apparently works at the restaurant as some sort of server? I think I'm trying to get directions from him, but the truck is acting up, and then I discover that one of my tires has been slashed. I call my dad to tell him the news, very annoyed, while Eric opens up the back, pulls out a spare, and starts changing my tire (in a very manly, take-care-of-business fashion, I might add).

The rest is slightly vague. All I clearly remember is that I somehow ended up roommates with Kimberly Ross, who was one of my best friends until she moved in fourth grade, and who I still see every two or three years. (I think she was in the restaurant-library with me at some point, sitting at those same cafeteria tables.) We were standing on the balcony of our apartment at night, which overlooked some body of water (an ocean?), and watching a lightning storm overhead.

Curious.