we were driving in los angeles. it was summer, early afternoon, sunny, and warm.. it was along a generic stretch of like sepulveda blvd south of the airport, driving south. we were in my blue nissan pickup. I wasn't driving, my friend was.

we forgot something, so my friend over my objections turned left into a largish construction site. nobody was there so maybe it was a Saturday or a holiday. they were razing a big brick building to make room for something else. we started driving around the center hole counterclockwise. my friend would point the car at a narrow part where there were still bricks and shit piled up and then realize it was too narrow to hold the pickup and swing right to go around. this happened several times. I was nervous and reminded her that the truck is not a 4-wheel drive.

at the back of the property was like some shady passage way that connected it to a park. there were some picnic tables in the passageway? anyways the truck could have been driven through it except it was to a park so vehicles weren't allowed. we parked and called ron skelton (he's in charge of the ops team at my real job) so he and his crew can come join us.

so I went to a party with some friends. it was in some place that had a lot of rooms, and was maybe with wood panelling or veneer walls. there was music and dancing and a couple-three huindred people; standard private affair. I knew a decent subset of the attendees.

there was dancing in one room and then I think it went to an outside balcony or patio. on the inside the room opened up to a small hallway or something like that. the ceiling was high. I was in there with like jD and carrie and some other people. we had been dressed kind of nice, but while hanging in this room with a typical crowding level for popular parties, it was really warm and I took off my jacket.

we decided to go outside and I was left in a conundrum. I would have to put my jacket back on but I was still too warm for that to be comfortable.

gotta get this down now before it totally fade, I will flesh it out later

party
elevator/small room that is warm
go out side
bohdan
walking along terraces like willits
pack of 4 dogs encountering bohdan
driving on main drag of medium size town
2 cars, one driven by davinator
looking for ATM that will make quarters
ATM with 4 screens
something with a helicopter outside a castle wall
capture
main character now whatsername from emergency, the brit
she has the information
asian guy also captured
he gets tortured by some coldherted science woman
never see the torture just his face
his eyes melt from heat
brit lady finally tells
asian guy is still alive but limbs and eyes are gone, but that's OK; with modern technology he will be made whole again

I dreamt that jk rowling came out with a new book. Uk-Muk the Duck. it was white and had orangey writing that looked like broad brush strokes on the cover. it was put in stores alongside the fourth Harry Potter volume, but was in a sealed plain white cardboard box. one would have to buy it and open it to see that it was neither the fifth Harry Potter book, nor was it related in any way.

that was how I knew she was just a money-grubbing commercial author and had no intention of completing the series.

I went to some place in the trees. there were people there, a much more primitive society. no; the entire everything was more primitive, and these folks just lived in the trees, not really hidden or anything.

anyhow they had been devoid of their spiritual center for a while. it has also not rained in quite a while. I think some relic or other object was missing. I organized or maybe was involved in a search for it, and it was found. that part is fuzzy but it involved relaying messages through small homely houses and leaving ones boots at the door. the thing looked for all the world like a painted-black spring for a garage door.

the village was in sort of a valley with a ridge to the west and hills continuing to the northwest. the road was to the east. the shaman took the spring thing and went to the hills. he started hopping on it like a pogo stick and doing whatever it is shamans do. he ended up hopping from hilltop to hilltop, his voice filling the valley and taking over your brian. and as a result we the clouds gathered, faster and faster. the sun was westering.

they were filming a documentary, A day in the life of the Go-go's. the manager was this really really big guy. I for some reason (I knew the manager but only superficially) was allowed to tag along. since I had class I would only be there from time to time. they were doing this in Oxnard so maybe that had something to do with it.

at one point I was meeting up with them in the evening and they asked me into the white minivan they were travelling around in. we had to scramble to find room. all the film and lighting equipment used for the documentary was getting hauled around in a large dog crate, except for the camera in use at the time. the film (video?) looked very surreal as the lights in use were in the dog crate and threw strange shadows. they had to move the dog crate out of the van so I could get in, then move the dog crate back in.

at another point we were going through photos from a photoshoot that had taken place on a football field. there were all kinds of funky angles and legs and what not. the photos were very old and I thought they were rejects for use on the cover of their album Vacation. in my dream, I could see the images superimposed on each other and flying around, sort of how someone would photoshop them into an album cover.

I and this tall woman, with curly dark brown hair, were friends and co-workers. I'm not exactly sure what we did for a living. we were supposed to be at work at a certain time, but we were trying to suss out something, perhaps information from a rival company, and thought if we did that being late would be O.K.

the day moved on and it got to be late enough that nothing we did would be O.K. since we hadn't called either and so were hours overdue. my friend wasn't ready and I thought she was. she got on some BART-like transportation train, except the cars were more like trailers on a movie set; they had like places for changing clothes and makeup and la la. my friend realized she had forgot something and got off the train. but she left like a purse or ID behind on the floor. I grabbed it and jumped off the train. it had already started moving so I was surprised I was able to land on my feet.

so I took a nap on the couch. and dreamed...

that Karine and I and Trillian and Bohdan went down the coast to my house in Oxnard. we got there and the house was very large but didn't have many rooms that one went to. there was a room in the back that was my bedroom.

we had only been there 3 weeks earlier but it felt like revisiting from many years of abandonment. I went to the room that was my bedroom and got lost in thought. it was dark and many items were covered in sheets. a loft or some other thing was to my left, past the closet which ate into the floorspace (making the room not-4 sided). there was a desk or table within reach as you walked past the closet to the loft. it had a lamp that was uncovered. I reached over and turned it on, slowly. it was getting late, from what I could see out the window to my right.

I went back to sleep without fixing this one in my head, but I still have quite a bit of it:

we were in some town in the front range in Colorado - not Denver or Colorado Springs but maybe south of that. Pueblo maybe? the town name didn't figure in my dream. anyhow it was night and me and my friends were wandering around looking for somewhere to hang out. we were not from there - this would ba a "me and my friends" from LA. the person we were visiting was taking us to like youth hostels and halfway houses. these were all empty. they were not like official state-sponsored things but places where volunteers watch over the teens to prevent everyone form getting in too much trouble.

we got to one and it was not empty but people were hanging out. maybe some folks were on drugs. it didn't matter. there was music, and a TV in one room. most of the lights were off. a lot of people were just laying around the floor talking, it was very mellow. we sorta settled down talking to people too.

there were three people laying on the floor talking. the woman in the middle was on her back watching the ceiling as they were talking. looking at her, I realized, this was Dale from the co-op at UCLA when I lived there! turns out she was pretty active in these kinds of houses, and managed this one. I was pretty excited over this, the person who was taking us around was surprised we knew her, and the rest of the people with me were in various states in between. none of us knew what had happened with her, but only I had actually bothered to try to find out - and fail.

I dreamed that Karine had 4 new orchids, little ones, in those square plastic throwaway pots, lined up on the kitchen sink under the window. it was a beautiful sunny morning, and Karine went in the shower. I went to do something and when I came back into my room, there was dirt and vermiculite all over the floor at the foot of my bed near the door. the floor there was otherwise clear. Trillian was still shaking the plant and its plastic container in her puppy ferocity.

I couldn't tell at first where she got the plant, but I went into the kitchen and saw that the 2nd plant from the left was missing. I marvelled at how Trillian was able to get up to the counter and get to the plant to begin with, but in my mind's eye I pictured it much like the way she squiggles up the steps to my bed.

a group of us were going to London, but we were going at different times and using different means of travel. prior to anyone leaving, we were meeting in some hall and having a big dinner together to discuss our plans. the hall had shiny shiny hardwood floors; the room we were in was on the 2nd floor, and had lots of west-facing windows. so the westering sun came in. I guess it was late summer/early fall. we were eating at a folding table.

I had a dog recently adopted from a shelter. it was maybe 9-10 months old. of course it could not go to London with me. it was some black&tan mutt. I was staying with some Afghani family beofre leaving for London. they were at the dinner too. the mom didn't like the dog and was not about to take care of it once I left. I think she thought it was improper or something like that.

people left singly and as small groups as we were done with the dinner. it was mostly dark before I left; I was one of the last ones left. I still didn't know what to do with the dog.

I dreamed that the house and yard Karine and I have were really situated somewhere near the California border. Karine's brothers were stopping by on their way to Las Vegas. they were going to take a plane in and then public transport from the airport. one of the claimed that the best way was to take a bus that drops you off a block from Downtown. those busses run frequently and nobody takes them.

they left in the early morning - I guess Karine drove them to the airport - and I got up and rummaged around the kitchen. there was a pint glass with cactus cooler in it that I stuck a straw in and started sipping from. I decided I wanted a mocha and somehow got all the espresso and chocolate and stuff put in a travel mug. I set this on the butcherblock counter near the passthrough. rummaging around the fridge I saw there was only goat milk. I decided it would have to do. I set up this funky tube thing running fom the travel mug across the counter to the cactus cooler, which also added the steamed goat milk from over where the espresso making thingy was.

the result was a drink in the the pint glass that was triple-layered (you know how mochas separate into those nice layers of more-espresso, more-chocolate, more-steamed milk?) except one of the layers was predominantly cactus cooler. at this point Karine came home and was appalled. I put the pint glass with its layers in the back of the fridge.

I waited all day in the hopes more recollection of these would come to me, but they haven't, so here is what I remember.

the first dream had lots of work-things in it: it involved Sandy, and Samuel, and the BLOC tools - as an entity and an interface, but not as their actual functionality. there was nothing about the Internet or spam or any of that. the tools interface was used to control or bring about some event or situation in one of the not-so-good parts of LA, namely the neighbouhood around 3rd & Vermont. the time of events in my dream was about the time of reality - 3:30-4am. the dream was very clear and had a plot and thread of happenings but I just totally lost all memory of it because I got up and did things instead of writing it down right away.

okay I really wanted to get this recorded but it's one of the most disturbing dreams I can remember. so I didn't want to put any of it to display on the index pages.

I was trying to get my friend Raphael a job at this company, Openwave. to do so I had to go to their offices. when I went to their offices it was like the house belonging to the lady who babysat me as a child. the door faced west and there was a hall leading off to the right. there were hardwood floors.

I had to go prove that I was qualified for the job before they would consider anyone that I recommended for a screen. they took me into the 1st room on the right as you went down the hall. it also has a hardwood floor. the walls were grey and there were venetian blinds, closed, on the west-facing windows. the light filtered in and made everything look sort of dim and grey. the room was mostly bare, with two desks on the wall to the right of the door and on desk sort of in the middle perpendicular to the wall to the left of the door (that wall was the hall wall). there were 4 workstations set up in the room,
two on the middle desk. to sit at them you had to have your back to the door.

I sat at the workstation closest to the window. it was some graphical SYS V Unix pizzabox thing (solaris? irix? actually I bet it's whatever AIX graphic display there is. who knows). I looked and there was a browser window open to the web page with the job description. I re-read it, then based on that started to make a build for openwave. there was a dude there to answer all my questions.

I didn't really have any problems. I wondered what this proved about Raphael though.

for some reason, either an enemy or environmental considerations, cities were under big enclosures, not domes but some other rounded shape. I was moving through the air, flying or riding on some transport device, and arriving at one of these cities. we came down among the buildings, and where we were landing was like the twin towers in New York.

this struck me as odd - well first because of 9/11, and second because the towers looked more like a CGI-rendering of them, not like the Real Thing, and third because we were still inside the enclosure, we were coming down to these buildings, which meant the enclosed volume was huge! and these towers were not the biggest buildings either.

the buildings were surrounded by a big grassy area. we landed to the east of them. I guess it was New York as I think it was Manhattan Island. however the island edge did not demarcate the enclosure, that was way far off. becuase of the enclosure, there was a diffuse quality to the daylight and shadows.

I don't think I was meant to remember much of the dreams this morning. but they all involved searching, one fragment is remembering to use the filter portion of the Unix MUA 'elm' to search the Subject lines of email for a word... one fragment morphed that search into an ability to find stalactites in a cave... there was no urgency in these searches, but a sense of relentlessness.