I had two dreams this morning. what was weird was that I kept jumping back from one to the other.

in one dream, I was on like a school bus with others and we were travelling along Market (right near where it crosses Clayton) in San Francisco. behind me were two friends (Karine and Leslie?) and they had planned ahead for the ride. Karine had crayons and colouring books and Leslie had colour pencils. the bus seats were not like regular bus seats but has little tables that made me think of a train.

I wanted them to share, especially Karine becuase I was really hungry and I wanted to eat the crayons as well as colour with them.

in the other dream, I was trying to hook up with some friends on a sunny after noon. this was in a sort of squalid area that was all sort of older tract housing. I came by the house and when I knocked and the door was answered, the owner of the house wasn't there (I think her name was Karen), but many of the friends were and they were seated around a long table. Art was one of them.

I said I was looking for Karen and asked if she was there. they said no, so even though of course it was all right, becuase we were all supposed to meet, I asked if I could come in. Art, with a trace of sarcasm, said no; and I got offended and left. walked to the main drag where I could get something to drink.

then I cut back to the dream with the bus, which was now travelling through the countryside. I saw that the drawings by the girls behind me were actually quite well done. Karine was keeping her crayons loose in a small corrugated carboard box. she had started to peel many of the labels off the crayons. they still wouldn't let me use their supplies.

hungry, bored, and frustrated, I stared out the window of the bus...

and back in the other dream, I had gotten my drink - it was some fruit/tea drink, but in a fat glass bottle like they used to sell sodas in back in the 80s. Art had left the house and followed me at a distance, and we started talking. he saw what I was drinking and got all excited. he pointed out to me where I could find, both on the label and formed into the glass, what number bottle it was. it was #10. this disappointed him; he was hoping for #1 becuase it would be worth something. well #10 was worth something too.

I contemplated this and pointed out with our magic we could smooth out the 0 in the 10. he said yes, but the number was also tied in with the bar code and serial number in some way we didn't know, so it would be discovered. as I thought about this, I smoothed and restored the zero a couple times by wiping my thumb over it.

and I was back on the bus. by now Karine has taken most of the labels off the crayons. and was actually considering letting me colour too. I told her I wouldn't eat more than the top third of the crayons, so she wouldn't lose any colours. I looked in the cardboard box at all the crayons jumbled together. they looked so tasty!

we were back at Karen's house, then. Karen was home and I saw she bore a serious resemblance to Art. we were talking about what to do; we were fugitives. apparently we had all been foolish enough to rob a bank and then pile in a convertible with the top down and drive off laughing. there were about 10 of us, and Art and Karen were twins. there were two others that were twins.

we made some plan that I don't recall, and then all left to scatter. I had to cross a main drag to get to my car. it was the Channel Islands/Ventura Road intersection in Oxnard, except the north side of it was different, with a split for a frontage road right there. my car was parked on the frontage road half a block north of the intersection.

the light was not green long enough for a ped to cross. I ended up going back and forth in confusion, finally hopping from median to median as I went. I had to cross one part right in front of a cop car; that made me really nervous. I ran into Art again and he tried to show me how to be more smooth about such things, becuae it was important not to draw a cop's attention.

about here is when I woke up.