I went to Oxnard and talked to Mary & Danny about getting the house fumigated. there was some problem found in the attic. I decided to put it out of my mind becuase I was on vacation or holiday.

I went with a friend to Olivera Street. as we walked along, to our left was a pavilion covered with a brown tarp. underneath was a young male dog that looked like a weimeriner/english setter mix; he had his tail, and the grey was mottled with brownish spotty markings not unlike an appaloosa horse. he really liked me. he was obviously a stray. I called him Darwin, becuase he was surviving in the streets. he answered to it.

I had to go take care of some work-thing. it wasn't very far from Olivera Street. this involved a project where we were developing a flying car of some sort. we were going to test it. 7 of us piled in this car which looked like a studmobile from the early 80's, that yucky metallic brown color that lots of 70's cars had. then it lifted up like some type of "Free Fall" ride. it zoomed to the top. I was a little dubious. I mean, the car looked like it would be front-heavy. a slingshot-like dealy flung us out into the air.

the car headed nose-down straight for the ground. gahhhh. I was alarmed now. then one of the guys squirmed out the passenger window. he got in this yellow thing that deployed and floated along side the car. it looked like a cross between the bucket in a cherry picker lift and a nautilus seashell. from there he used some joystick-like control knobs to lift the nose of the car. the car floated down to the ground. the test was successful.

my friend, I, and one other guy from the car went back to Olivera Street. Darwin was still there wandering around. he caught up to us in the doorway to some little shop that was all stucco. I noticed he had a collar. on the collar was no license but one of those cheap plastic yellow ID tags with black writing, shaped like a heart. it had three names for him on it. I can't remember them anymore. but none of them was Darwin, and he didn't answer to those names.

in the pavilion there was another dog. she was smaller, and brown. still had a sighthound face. she was giving birth to puppies. she had a litter of three. I wasn't sure what to do. I was worried that animal control would come along and take them all away, and spay/neuter the little puppies before their little eyes were even open. then I realized that I could take them all right there, and bring them home. but I was worried if Darwin would attack them too. and I was worried about how a new-mother-stray-bitch would react to some strange human trying to handle her and/or her puppies, which I would have to do if I wanted to take them home.

at that my own puppy was crying loud enough to wake me up. I wonder how long she had been crying and if that influenced what I was dreaming about in the last part of the dream.