I was visiting my freinds at a college. I must have been in my late-20's. in this dream, my friends were Kia, Meriko, Maria, and these two other women whose names escape me. they lived in this big house, with Maria's dad. they were all also in their late 20's.

I guess the dream was a sequence of vignettes that occurred with this visit. I can't remember the proper order. I think this is it.

in one vignette, Maria couldn't wake up her dad, so mixed some vile drink based on a screwdriver in a glass saladbowl, drank some of it herself, and then dunked her dad's head in it.

I was crashing in either Kia's or Meriko's bed. not sure which, didn't make a difference to the dream itself. I woke up and went through this long thought process - you know, the "I'm not home, where am I" process. I realized I was in this day bed, that had handles in the side like a mobile hospital bed, and part of the thought process was remembering, oh this is all the rage here, I hate these beds becuase you always end up with the bar pressing into the small of your back. ow.

I got up and wandered around and caught some grief about sleeping late and my opinions on the bed.

I went to a lecture hall that reminded me of the physics building at SJSU. I guess everyone at the house taught at this college. Maria was a prof of psychology (I think?) and had a lecture coming up. had her shit together for it, and was hanging out in the hall with a bunch of waiting students, drinking some brown hard liquor. we ended up sitting leaning on each other a little out in the hall, reminiscing about when we were students. I was really happy to be leaning on her. reminded the quiet lucid corner of my brain of when I would visit Jila.

back at the house. we were getting ready to go see a stevie nicks show. it was dress-up. since I was visiting I didn't have much to wear. at this point I realized in that quiet lucid corner of my mind that house had the layout of my old house on Dorothy St in Brentwood, with few alterations.

I was headed to the concert. it was almost sundown, that nice SoCal sundown when you aren't quite ON the ocean. there was a not-quite-canyon-but-too-large-to-be-a-gully, with mesa leading up to the narrow west end of it, where the concert was to be. I was walking up the right hand side with the two women whose names I dont' remember. one of them was Indian, the other reminded me of Larkin. some people were walking back, and handing full-on shiny long swords to various people. the swords were all unique. the guards on them shone like chrome.

'These are for the Queen' they said. I guess if you had a sword, then before the show, the Queen would pick you from the crowd, call you up to giver her the sword back, and give you some honor or prize. they handed me a sword, and the women I was with were so excited. I noticed the hilt was freshly taped. I said, I have my own sword, which I like better. and I thought, maybe I can get my hilt retaped. will it fuck up the suede? I handed the sword to the Indian one and said how 'bout you take this, and I'll go back and get my own. she was al no no no I can't do thatg, they gave it to you - but I prevailed.

I was walking back to get my own sword when I started to wake up. I think this is why there are so many vignettes, I was sort of waking. I ran into Maria who didn't understand why I was walking back. I was supposed to hang out with her - really wanted to - I think that was why I was visiting in the first place? - but this was more important. Kia and Meriko were walking up the other side of the not-canyon to the show.

I finally woke up. well that is that. I think I am missing parts, I think there was more about Kia, and Maria's dad, but it's faded.