it was a bright crisp morning over a dingy city built across a river. I was with a bunch of others and we were driving across town in two cars. I'm not sure if we had drivers. Tim was in the other car. people were urging me to drop my problem with him.

the cars reached one of the bridges and stopped. Tim and I got out and walked in the morning air, looking down at the water and water-traffic and talking. I don't know about what. he was in a nice wool shortcoat; our breath was steaming in the air. I wondered if we'd ever regain our friendship, but doubted it since out viewpoints were different.

in the background was a tower with a display like a sports scoreboard (all the little lights that effectively make a digital display).

we got back in the cars and drove to this house that we were taking over, sort of a mafialike implication there. it sort of sprawled as if different owners had put on different additions. we were taking it over but there were people still there. some of them were nightelves from WoW, which in my dream were part of society but pretty condescended upon by humans. I and one other person got to this room with sort of an open door. it was strange becuase the walls were a foot apart in this hallway; you went in through the opening to the left, then there was another wall with the door in it. there was a nightelf male and a human woman in there. we shoved the door shut - it was sort of a sealing door almost like to a cold locker - and they panicked and tried to keep it open. I put a couple 2x4s across it, they were pink.

then the door hinge reversed sense. it opened into the room. the 2x4s were still there. we talked about sealing up the wall, making sure our voices could be heard on the other side, and put a door in it. however we didn't feel bad becuase if they wanted out they could not pull the inner door open and squeeze out between the 2x4s. I'd thought they were right on the other side of the door and would try doing so asap, but no sound, no door rattling. I started to wonder.

behind us and to the left, towards the front of the house, was a big bedroom. 4 people were in there; it turned out two were nightelves, but the other two women from the group in the cars. the nightelf guy emerged, somewhat satisfied. it never ceased to amaze me how people never "counted" sexual encounters with nightelves towards any standard of infidelity or sexual preference. the nightelf chick turned out to be Clara. while the back of my brain mused on that, I started getting in some sort of discussion with the guy. it was odd as he wasn't into it at all, and I realized that in the head of a nightelf guy, the rest of the world was just filler between sexual encounters. shaken, I let him go by. it's not clear from the dream if he was one of the occupants or one of the people meeting me there to help, and had gotten a little too halpful when we arrived.

I stuck my head in the room and it was dark, the curtains pulled. Clara and one of the other chicks, who had short hair, were still laying in the bed, talking. I withdrew and went back to the business of taking over the house.