who knows why my brain picks up the people it uses to process my
dreams?

last night I dreamed a generational story. like how a family
evolved over 4 generations. I think I was in the second generation
of the story. I don't remember all the events of the dream. I do
remember the family had their own graveyard.

the end of the story came when my generation was old. I had 3 siblings,
and the oldest one was Gerald. He was dying, and they told it to us by
saying, "the patriarch is now turning orange." and I remember frwoning
within my dream thinking, who is my older brother? and it was Gerald.
and he was orange. and old. and I thought to myself, this is silly,
he can't die of old age *now*." so I grabbed him by the upper arms
and shook him and said STOP THAT.

and we went walking through the graveyard on a cloudy day.

and then the alarm woke me up. pesky thing.

I was on some mission to bring a message from somewhere
and I had to do it by riding my bike down the grapevine
in the summer to some destination

but i was hot and so I stopped at a mcdonalds near magic mountain
to get a drink or a shake and cool off

i had to walk up these concrete steps to get to the entrance to the
mcdonalds, i was faint from riding my bike too fast in the heat

i dreamed i was reading a magazine on how to fix-up an old, shitty
boat. but the magazine cautioned against trying to fix the "bullet"
part of a speedboat, because it would never be properly strong enough.

[now i have never heard of the "bullet" part of a speedboat. so in
my dream i had to puzzle this out, and finally figured out that it was
the forward-facing part of the underside of the boat, which of course
would act like a ram intake if there was a hole in it.]

the first one involved my being on some weird mission in africa
that involved my leading people down a river towards the ocean.
I can't remember if everyone was swimming or not, but I had to be.
I was mostly doing the breast stroke, but it was in a river and
the current would occasionally force my head underwater at a bad
time so I kept getting mouthfuls of icky river water. :P finnaly
oops, finally, I got to this point where the river turns and then
has a 30' fall, and I had to scramble to stop and get out of the
river. it was very cloudy and cold (typical Santa Cruz weather,
though I don't know why that appeared in my African setting).

I was trying to configure a PC-clone, and I couldn't get it to work.
(surprise topic of dream, heh.) umlaut and yvonne were helping me.
suddenly, space aliens appeared, and whisked away computer, umlaut,
and yvonne in this giant fisshing net. then they were inside the
computer, which had grown to giant size.

we were in this condo complex that was in a skyscraper, and we were
all part of this weird society that was sort of like the SCA, except
more period for the Renaissance as far as garbing people went. oh...
"we" is myself, heather, adrienne, regina, matthew, qarin, and various
other peanut house and echo street geeks.

we were all getting dressed up in our finest garb for the queen to come
visit us. the weird thing was that apparently the ruling elite in this
society actually had some kind of recognized power in the real world.
but my dream didn't elaborate on this very much.

well, for some reason we had a bit of a problem getting qarin into
the right kind of garb, she was too well-endowed to fit into her own
clothes, and we kept trying on other people's clothes, which of course
didn't fit. this was kind of a bummer because matthew was related to
the queen somehow (some sort of royal cousin) and so they were to be
in the procession. throughout all of this matthew sat against the
wall, dressed in wine-colored velvet, drinking and chatting with, hm,
i think regina.

I dreamed that peanut house was in some kind of weird space warp, so
that it was much much bigger on the inside than it was on the outside.
and once you went inside, it was like a cross between a warehouse and
a pantry, with all these painted white shelves, all in a row, with goods
(house supplies like toilet paper and food) on them, and there was blue
and white cheese cloth hanging in front of the shelves, so that to get to
the stuff on the shelves, you had to push it aside.

Carolee told me, this was to prevent undesirables from sticking around,
because people who were undesirable would dislike this setup, and then
they would leave without asking.

so then I went into another room, and Alia had given both Heather and me
accounts on samsara. so I sat down on the console and tried to remember
all the stuff I used to know about running a NeXT. and I couldn't quite
remember how to taylor a directory listing so that it would make sense.
(without all the damn icons). so I decided to sit there until Adam got
back cuz I knew he would know how and he would tell me what I had forgotten.
while I waited I decided to play billiards (which is my favorite game on
a NeXT). I realized I had to turn off the sound, because it would bug
other peanut haus people if I was making that much noise on the computer
late at night. so I started to play, and then I realized the display was
all black and white. and I wondered what good really was a NeXT that
was black and white. and then I woke up.

almost faded, but still recall a lot of it...

I was joining a class on world political history, and I was joining it
late, perhaps the second or third class meeting? The class was high
school level, or possibly first-year JC level. It was very big and
was full of mostly inner-city type kids, very ethnically diverse.
the TA led me to my seat and explained to me that I had to get out
these weird map-cards with geopolitical maps on them, xerox them onto
paper, and then mark the assignment on the copies with various colored
highlighter pens. I remember the maps came in six narrow boxes within
one box, all white with blue writing on them.

after the class I started a job where I drove this weird flatbed truck
that delivered sodapop. I had to make two deliveries that day, one
was several cases of orange Nehi. 'twas weird, normally I am not strong
enough to hoist the crates, and I recognized this in the dream, but
I still managed to get them delivered. but I was very tired after
doing so, so I let these three kids from my class drive the truck home
to my mom's house. halfway there, I realized, wait a minute, there's
no reason I should trust these people whom I just met with this truck
I am responsible for. so I started pounding on the window (they were
in the cab and I was riding behind) to try to convince them to let me
drive again. they didn't; but we all got to my mom's house safely and
my mistrust was misplaced.

and had this dream...

there was all this intrigue and planning going on...I was involved
in some plot engineered by Doug to take over the world. I don't
remember it very well, but we were all in disguise. (I would remember
it better if I hadn't fallen asleep *again* after awakening from
this dream). but it turned out, that in "reality" (i.e., in my dream)
that the intrigues and plotting were all a movie I was dreaming about.
And it was this totally popular movie, that all the geeks had gone
to see.