the dream has shattered but I was living in some sort of place that was a distorted landscape from oxnard. my old neighborhood was there and the fields were behind it, but the weather was dark and close, and the ocean was nearby.

I liked someone who worked at a different job than I did, and got out of work later. I got home, and started riding my bike, and called her using this strange headset, that involved putting a steel ball in my mouth as the mike pickup. we talked and talked as I rode around.

I rode up into the field, and got to a set of piers. they were stained red and finished, and in a couple places the boards were far anough apart that I had to be careful not to get the bike wheels stuck. they also were not level, but has slight, randomly placed inclines. I was riding over the water, and was surprised that in a couple places the water was high enough to slosh the pier or even put it a couple inches under, depending on the incline. in one place it looked like a peak of a wave, except unmoving.

I remarked on both the water and the weather to the person I was talking to, and somehow this convinced her to come hang out with me after she got off work. we started working out the logistics of it...

the rest faded out as I woke up and slid into another dream...