i dreamt that i stole a bus, an 80's style big blue bus...

...and i parked it somewhere, where i had to run an errand. it was parked at a bus stop, of course, on the left side of the road, a lot like near fremont & market in san francisco. i left it for abotu 45 minutes... came back, and the DPT lady was there. she hadn't yet started writing the ticket, so i tried to schmooze. she smirked at me and said it was out of her hands, and even if not she couldn't back down from a $10000 ticket and all the press. all the press?! i looked around and there was another DPT dude in his cart thing so i couldn't pull out. he pointed out to me where only the first carlength of buss was legal and the rest was in a no parking. my heart sank as i looked...

...and then she said it didn't matter anyways, since it was all about the animal abuse. animal abuse?! she said i was going to be cited for it and they were coming to inspect my house. i couldn't figure out how parking a bus illegally logically led to animal abuse. and i really didn't want the character assassination associated with such public accusations that were so far from the truth.

i thought and thought how to get out of a $10000 ticket and an inspection which would not go well. i found out the people driving this were having a meeting that evening, and i and my two sisters decided to go crash it. the meeting was in an upperfloor of an older 3-4 storey building. one of my sisters was a lot like jila was when she was young. there were no names in the dream.

we got there early and the jila-like sister tried all the doors, then we decided to go in a window. i climbed up and was hanging from one of the casement windows and a rubber thing like a dog-toy attach to the wall (the window was next to an inside corner). they were hanging on my back, and the rubber stretched, i thought my arms were going to give out. hurry up, climb in, i told them. they did.

we sat on some folding chairs and chatted animatedly and waited until people started to arrive. there was a glass-door refridgerator with refreshments, and we had something to drink. it soon got crowded and really felt like a support group sort of like from the start of fight club. the lady in charge noticed we were there and wanted someway to vet us out (since my purpose of getting out of the ticket etc was counter to their goals). so a wall was rolled back and they said before the meeting everyone had to bowl a little for warm ups.

this bothered me but we all consented. but the people in the meeting didn't have any notion of how this was supposed to work. so when it was my turn, people from other lanes would come over and roll the ball, even sometimes before the machines had reset the pins. i tried to deal with this with aplomb, since i was there to be friendly and get out of the pet abuse thing. after a while i realized this was a deliberate attempt to provoke me, which made me sort of despair of actually achieving our goal.