in this dream my point of view was not myself, but of a young man around 20, possibly Japanese or Polynesian. it was almost like reading a novel written in the first person. it's "I this" and "I that" but you are still really an observer.

it started while the young man was on a westward-facing gentle slope. there were trees on the slope and it ended in some still waters. across the waters was a volcano and it looked quite inhospitable. the sun was setting and there were pink clouds it was very pretty. the young man was picking some fruit, I think, maybe 10 feet from the top of the slope. the top of the slope seemed to have a wall of sorts lining a walkway running north/south.

the volcano across the water started to hurl flaming rocks. they were hurled with some force, almost hitting the young man, and setting fire to nearby trees (and making the function of the wall obvious). the man scrambled up the slope and struggled to get in the shelter of the wall without getting hit by rocks. then he ran south along the walkway towards the village. the walkway was all yellowy sandstone and ended at the east end, upslope, of the village.

on reaching the village, it was hard to convince the villagers of what was happening until they came and saw the flaming rocks too. the village was a bit out of range of the volcano.

during this I found out that the young man was very popular with the kids. it's possible he had an affinity for children because he was more sensitive than most men. I also found out there was, dormant as the volcano, an older tradition that designated that man as a sacrifice if the volcanos ever blew. the young man decided that if he was scarce from the village perhaps they would not be reminded of this tradition.

I dreamed that I was working with a largish research or engineering team. I am not sure what project we were working on but it was very challenging. it was so challenging that people were wishing for the expertise of former researchers who had passed on.

now the technology to revive folks who passed on was available, but for some reason there was an aversion or taboo to using it. I in particular was against it. but the tempatation was too great, and some former team members were revived, and knowledge of this act was kept from me. [it was strange that I knew this, as the dreamer, but I did not know this, within the dream.]

I came across a grasshopper that was the size of like a thumb-and-a-half. it was acting kind of strangely. I became very curious about it and tried to pick it up. it didn't really try to get away. the way I tried to pick it up resulted in crushing the last half-inch of its wings though. I realized it was revived and that's how I discovered the technology had been put to use.

this is not a dream but it belongs here. I went up to Camp & Sons in Willits this weekend. and they have changed somewhat. the terraces that I remember from this crazy dream had been put on the wild hillside! maybe about 30' up from where I dreamed but otherwise in the same place. I asked, are these new? and many folks said yes they just put them in.

:weird:

I had a pretty vivid dream but it really has faded a lot, to the point where the opening sequences are sort of a vague memory of trying to get some project together in an urban outdoor setting. it was night and I was wearing some sort of closeknit pullover sweater, vneck with short sleeves. there were a bunch of people, including my boss, working - well not work as in a job for pay, but working as in working on some volunteer thing - in this area surrounded by a chainlink fence. it reminded me of the few times I worked as an extra during night shoots.

I was trying to get closer to my boss, like get to know each other as people outside that stupid relationship coworkers have. it wasn't very successful. I gave up.

I dreamed that Karine and I decided that the fish bowl that sits on the butcher block in the kitchen that the cats drink out of and has no fish in it, should be moved into the room Heather moved out of. we decided that it needs to go against the south wall, centered. it would sit on the table Heather left behind when she moved, which would have to be set up.

I realized we needed to set up the filter for this new location. the filter was different from the one it currently has and involved some tube that pumped the wather through an out-of-tank filter set up. I was quite concerned about whether it would splash the wall and stain the paint. I also realized that the current set up with the table against the east wall wouldn't work and had to be moved, but I thought this was less than ideal. we did it anyways.

once we moved it, I started looking for the little snail. I was worried that the snail was doing badly because of the cats drinking out of the bowl. the plant also turned a little brown from the extra light and I was a little worried abotu that too.

most, but not all, of this dream was a cohesive plot. I think basically it was working like memory. your memory isn't in a plot, it's just various episodes from your life?

so Karine and I were in a bake shop. they were preparing in the morning all the yummy things they were going to sell. at one end of the counter it opened back into a kitchen. they cleared off the cupcakes and whatnot and started setting up these big boxes that looked like doughnut boxes. a guy with a black beard came out and he had a strange gun-like thing that looked like a big glue gun with a flared end. he started squirting hamburgers into the box. I looked closer and the bottoms of the buns were already there, the gun held three patties and tops, stacked alternating. I thought this was fascinating. I realized he was doing it so they could market frozen hamburgers.

then things shifted. Karine was no longer part of the dream. I was younger and had either a close friend who may or may not have been a girlfirend. she was short (well probably not really much shorter than me) and spunky, in jeans, kinda punkrock. we had been out all night and were in a city that was like San Francisco but was a different geography. the sun was up and we were walking back to the shop; it was like a curio shop and we lived behind it.

this morning I dreamed that Karine and one other friend were kidnapped and held for some sort of ransom. but the ransom wasn't money it was either information a la corporate espionage or it was some worklike deliverable that was due.

yuck.

so I have been bad about entering my dreams, and this entry is backdated to last Thursday noon although I am entering it Monday evening. I've not been remembering much becuase of a big work-push.

this dream was sort of vague but then I had gone to a pet store and purchased some guppies. however they ended up not in the normal bag-with-a-rubber-band like when you normally buy fish from the store but in this sort of blobby-thing that was like saranwrap around the water with no air at all and no rubberband. the water wasn't terribly clear either.

it felt neat and I kept squishing it around in my hand. I couldn't go straight home and I was carrying it around as I ran errands. people cautioned me against playing with it too much becuase since there was no air and just water, so if it fell and squished, it would be the fish that had to take the extra pressure and they would die. I totally blew them off, and started bouncing it like a water balloon.

of course I dropped it. it didn't pop like a water balloon but now I had to be afraid my guppies would die.

events in the morning conspired to drive most of the dream out of my head. it was a long thread in which I was negotiating for some sort of private investigation contract - but I am not certain if I was on the private investigation agency or on the side of the company wanting the security services. that's all faded.

the part that I am able to remember involved either the agency bidding for the job or a rival agency and they fired off this demo. I have no idea how we were supposed to witness what happened next but since I dreamed it that detail was unimportant.

I dreamed that it was a hot sunny afternoon and I was going to use our nifty electric mower to mow the lawn. a guy came by - I knew him, maybe a co-worker? - and told me that the normal way I mow the lawn (with the mower set to cut the grass really high), was not acceptable. I asked him what was, then, and we argued.

he finally told me that the mower should be at 1/8", that was the only way to ensure you got all the foxtails. I explained the mower couldn't be set that low. he promptly started to adjust the settings to prove me wrong. while he was trying to change the setting (on my lawn mower, grrr), I explained that perhaps that height would work on a perfectly flat yard, but on one with bumps and unevenness on the ground 1/8" would mean the blade would kill the grass. I thought cutting grass that short would kill it anyhow, but I kept that part to myself.

I dreamt that I lived with my parents in this strange house that was on a large property. maybe the house wasn't strange but instead was a series of bungalows. there was a wide stepped walkway to the left of it (them?) that led to the back buildings. it had those kind of lights stuck in the ground you can get kits from Home Depot.

I guess I had been away for some time. at school maybe? I got an enigmatic email from my mom that said I needed to deliver the package by 8pm Monday night. I wasn't sure what the package was or where to deliver it. so I talked to her to find out.

there was some plot to blow up a 747. I think it was a cargo plane though. it was dark grey with white writing. to get past the security restriction they had found that the perfect detonator to use was a lightly waxed candle wick. it would show up on security scans as a piece of string, and could withstand the wind outside the plane enough to keep burning once lit. I was supposed to get the string and wax it and deliver it to the bomb makers. the bomb would go on top of the starboard wing with a wick running about 2 feet along the body of the plane ahead of it.

holy cow, I thought, I can't be sure if I do that I won't get caught. even if this succeeded, they could lift my fingerprints from the ash skeleton of the wick. I went off to think about it.

there's an apartment or bedroom in a larger apartment, on the ground floor. it's oriented like my room when I was a wee little kid, with a short, high, long window across from the door and over a small bed. but it's bigger than my kid's-bedroom, it deviates in that the wall to the right from the door has no inner corners, but opens into two hallways where people sleep.

in my dream I thought of the layout like this:

however there were beds and people slept there so now I realize it was (really, in my dream) like this:

so I slept in one of these nooks with some guy and then Jeff (dream person vaguely generated off of this guy Jeff Carlisle I knew in college, but much cuter) was with some girl.

then we realized that we were sleeping with the wrong people. uhhh we needed to determine who was supposed to be where? this was done by this weird magnetic confetti. picture those little fridge magnets with the words that people like to make poetry from. now, instead of words, make them little yellow dots with thin black circles, red squares, blue triangles. now picture sorting through all that. somehow this determined who was going in which nook.

and I was mad at Jeff of course for getting together with this other person.

at this point, the puppy woke me up becuase she wanted to nestle down near my head on
the bed. but I went right back to sleep again and fell back into pretty much the same dream. almost....

so I dreamed of a house. I was mentally changing the house around and evaluating the result for feng shui quality. let me rephrase. I was with my brain or dream-ness somehow changing the house physically. evaluating the fengshui-ness involved having a little black screen with a gray grid - almost the colors of this blog. in each of the outer 8 parts of the grid, a picture of a head shot of a person would get pulled up to indicate the personality of that room or area on the grid.

we went through many iterations of this and then I realized, there were stairs. this house had an upstairs floor. so we went to evaluate that to see how it should be changed. so a new grid was pulled up. this time the head shots were all of the same woman. she was an older lady, at least in her mid-fifties, with hair like tammy faye bakker used to have in the 80's, all puffy and hair-sprayed and dyed a bad artificial brown. she had kind of beady eyes and lots of lines on her face. she reminded me of ann landers.

it was weird seeing that face repeated 8 times. that is why this dream stuck with me.

a group of adults, myself included, were travelling to Barstow, or Las Vegas. we had stopped at a samll town on the way and were holed up for the night at a cheapish hotel. we had more then one room. the rooms themselves were more suite-like, because they had kitchens that weren't quite separate from the "bedroom".

we were partying and I remember a bunch of us ended up running around naked. I can't remember if I was or not, I think so. I remember that I was in the bathroom and turned too quickly and slipped and came down, hard, on my face. an older (40's-ish) lady who was with us said something about it being OK to run around naked because even though there were cameras in the rooms, the owner didn't call the cops even when someone murdered a child in the rooms some time ago.

this lady was in one of the other rooms we had. sometime later we ended up in her room doing something in the kitchen - food I suppose - and I noticed the camera. wasn't sure how I missed it in the previous room, it was a normal security camera dealy.

a group was gathered around a daybed in the back of the suite. I went back there too (noticing that there were cameras positioned to cover the whole place; I thought it was for porn) and saw with a shock that there was a small Mexican boy there. he was dead. I realized that she was referring to her own murder of a child when she said the owner wouldn't call the cops.

I tried to set up the device that I found in the garage earlier today. in reality the device looks like the base parts to the bastard child of a plasma ball or jacob's ladder. anyhow heather was in her room but most of her stuff was moved out. her computer was on the computerdesk next to her door but there was a buncha junk in her room. I was in the hall and leaned over to just plug the thing in. Tim said no, stop stop and I realized I could be zapped and I should unpack it first.

I took it out and realized that there was a wound copper wire, about the gauge that would be in the mid-tones for piano string, that split off from the wire on the side. it was coiled up and was not supposed to be. I uncoiled it and after some thought set it so the wire on the side bifurcated it. so it could be like a v-shape, like a proper jacob's ladder. now it would be OK to plug in.

I went into Heather's room and started trying to figure out how to plug this in without the sparks or magnetic field affecting her computer. I was still trying to figure this out when I woke up.

my dream shattered into bits when the puppy woke me up at 5am having to go outside and pee. but I remember this little bit.

the dream was in an American Home Town. you know, the kind of place one Goes Back To, after having tried to Make It in the Big Outside World and finding that it Wasn't Right. and Elena went back. {now the Elena in my dream didn't resemble the Elena in the real world at all.} someone guy that Elena knew from maybe high school was there too, and they went out walking together, along a road that was lines with trees. a gentle hill sloped up to the right.

they were talking and talking, and then after passing some trees some puppies ran by. I guess the guy had brought her walking there to see them. once they did I guess it meant that Elena and this guy should be together, and they decided to get married. there was something more about bearing the puppies (sort of like bearing children). it was all kinda distorted.