I don't have time now to write this up all the way so here are some notes

-> I was at work takingon a contract to put a working firewall around venezeula
-> nobody really knew where it was. a map had to be procured
-> I kept saying it was next to uruguay but that's meaningless without a map
-> the final delivery date of the contract was not well understood
-> I left this place to go home
-> I rode on this thing that was like a car-sized flat, like movers use to load trucks
-> my dad was with me but he didn't have the knack of holding on, and fell off when we turned left from gonxales to ventura rd
-> I was able by grabbing cars to keep going until 5th street without touching the street myself
-> at seventh street it all was hard because they were irrigating fields
-> when I drew parallel with saratoga I had to walk across the field.
-> I was carrying 3 things, one was a cinderblock
-> I got to the house and nobody was there. they partied last night
-> I went to the back yard and there were some bodies, arranged under this horrific graffiti on the inside of the old fence, of some demon (evil godling?)

I dreamed that we were trying to make a dump run in Oxnard. this was hard becuase I am almost always busy when the recycling/trash stations are open. Karine and I put lots of stuff in the back of the SUV and went. it was like 3-something and they close at 4.

we got there and it was 3:40. there were these people in front of us, like a white-trash family that had decided to clean out their garage or whatever. a girl in her late teens or maybe early twenties with very straight long mousy hair parted in the middle was arging with the trash man over fees. some gardener's truck was in the lane to the right of us. we finally were waved into the right hand lane and went in.

it was dark and everything was lit with those bright bright halogen lights, like a gas station or construction site at night.

thie morning I had three distinct dreams. let's see if I can remember them all. this first one is similar to yesterday. I don't remember much of the events but I was to change my garb, and instead of the normal browns etc I was going to wear a zebra-striped - uh, cloak? scarf? something that goes on my shoulders, anyhow.

I think there was a whole mess like Lord of the Rings in this one too. something about a quest and a need for secrecy and how the hell was that to be achieved if I was wearing something with zebra stripes around. but once I passed some test that allowed me to wear it, then everything was allright.

I was concerned about wearing the skin of a zebra. I didn't want to kill an animal and then wear its heavy skin around. I also suspected it woudl be similar to horsehide in roughness. I was quite pleased to find out it was some synthetic that was just striped like a zebra, and was really soft, warm, and comforting.

I don't remember the content of my dream at all. no doubt it had something to do with the intense re-reading I have been doing of Lord of the Rings.

what I do remember is that it was Very Important in the dream that I wear the long sleeved grey 'space mountain' t-shirt I got on my recent trip to disneyland.

I was visiting a place, but I am not sure where. the weather had been cold so we wore long pants and such to keep warm.

I had an occasion where I was sitting with my legs up beside me - sort of like one would site to watch TV. I think I was on the wooden steps leading up to a porch though. my leg itched and when I scratched it I remembered, I had let the hair grow on my legs. but it felt really long now.

I realized that on the outside part of my right leg above my ankle there was a patch of really long hair - like maybe 2.5 or 3 feet long. I wondered how I had walked through doorways without it catching.

my dream this morning was really clear, but I have sat around all day and let the details fade. but it's yet another dream in which I died, only 3 in my life so far.

we, humanity, had spread out as far as Jupiter, and I was working with some business that required I travel somewhere in the system outside of earth's orbit. while on a trip out there, I think it was a business trip, we were caught off guard when an alien invasion started.

so far sounds like standard science fiction right? and then humans show forth their cleverness and some heroes step forward and save the day. not. the aliens killed us all, the end. but how they did this was weird. it wasn't through use of weapons or warfare. they just did something that was instantaneous, like snuffing out a candle and the life was gone.

this morning I fell back asleep, and dreamed that above my head on the bed, Trillian was laying pointing towards me, like if she had really been physically there all of her body would have had to be on the other side of the wall, except her face and front paws. and I woke up, and her paws were in my face, and when I looked, the claws were like 3/4" long, and curved wickedly, like those of a little dachshund whose owner never remembers to trim them. click*click*click*click

I grabbed her paw, and marvelled her claws had grown so long without our noticing, and wondered how she could walk properly without mincing her steps, since Trillian is so big now that had to hurt. then I realized she was letting me inspect her claws, and hold her paw, which meant she must have matured some. but that's not right, so I finally realized I was dreaming, and woke up for real.

I was kneeling at the fireplace. and burning things, burning papers. they were twisted up like I tend to do, and burning. there was a wadded up newspaper in there too. it caught fire, and flared, and came unwadded like papers tend to do, unfolding towards the opening, which was totally open, until it reached in over the right side of the hearth by 3-4". the paper was burning straight up: flames came out of the fireplace and reached above the opening, up the brick surrounding it, just a little bit. I was not scared of the house catching fire, but thought there would be unpleasant sootmarks left behind.

I am looking at my fireplace as I type this, and there is a sootmark where I saw this in my dream. ookie.

I was a young adult woman, and broke, out of work. and totally in shape, and cute with dark straight hair. of course that meant I was good at video games. because of this I had been invited to France (Paris?) to participate in some driving/racing thing sponsored by a video game company, and the dream opened as I was on the plane.

the passenger next to me was Billy Bob Thorton (but the mental thread of my brain outside the dream was confused and thought he was Tommy Lee Jones, called him Tommy the whole time) but I didn't realize that until later, when we were talking and I said something disparaging about Angelina Jolie, and then thought oh shit, isn't he married to her? oops. I opened up to him and totally told him about the driving school and how it was my chance to turn things around. he shook his head sympathetically. he knew better, he knew I was going to be horribly used.

after we debarked, we went our separate ways, but unbeknownst to me he went to the facility where I was headed to check it out. it was as he expected and he started hanging out there ostensibly for his own reasons but I think it was to hang out with me. I got there and found out it wasn't really a racing school, but this thing where there were sort of fake cars on tracks in a big studio-like setting. a bunch of folks my age had been fooled into coming here and we were now going to compete using these things and they would film the shifting of the cars and such as the basis for the CGI for a new video game. I was OK with this actually.

this dream fragment has stuck with me all day.I was to perform an eval on some converse sneakers. they were yellow. if they passed the eval then I got to keep 8 pairs of sneakers, all different colours. they were lined up in a row, and third from the left was a pair of low tops that were a satisfying purple. I wanted to wear those and not the yellow ones. I didn't get it because in real life I love my yellow hitops and in the dream it was just a month anyhow. but I was quite disappointed.