I was in the star trek universe. and I and my party were headed back to the ship. we had been investigating a threat of some sort.

we were in this white hallway, and a broad handicap-like ramp led up to a bay on the other side of the wall. it was curtained off with a dark blue curtain. we headed up the ramp, and before we went through the curtain this short guy appeared. his name was Billy and he had been part of the investigation. "you can't leave," he said.

I thought of Billy as shorter than I which means he was probably the same height. I told him we were going to leave and he couldn't interfere with legitimate ship's business. he refused to move and I picked him up bodily and set him on the other side of the rail. "Good bye," I said.

I lived in an apartment with karine. it was the top-right in a 4-apartment complex, in some sun-blasted locale like southern california in the summer. I didn't sleep very well. karine thought this was funny and to demonstrate she slept on the really large black leather couch.

the complex owners lived in the apartment on the top-left. this one was very very big. they weren't there much (jet setters?). they were arriving this morning. something was going on involving a kid.

they came and we talked, we were good friends. they were missing someone and were trying to find him. they were afraid he had gotten sucked up in some crime ring or something and wanted to get to him before any cops did.

I was driving north on PCH near malibu except this was in some alternate reality where the geography of the coast was slightly different. I was a little confused and very distracted and taking driving directions from someone else. I think I was not facing forward on the road.

I was to go around this really sharp curve and then turn blind from a left-turn-only lane and then go up the hill (which is a bit altered from west channel road) and then I would be in the Brentwood territory. in my dream instead of being an LA district this was an area controlled by a family and if I was successful I would get to marry into it.

I reached my destination and I was in a low building that was subdivided into little rooms. the dividers were like olive green partitions in a bathroom between the stalls. I wasled down a hallway to the room that was my destination and I saw that all the girls in the family were drawn characters like stills from an animation. the older drawings were more American-style and the newer ones grew progressively more and more anime-like, and then beyond with the newest ones with humoungous eyes and quick strokes that merely suggest hair in pigtails.

I dreamed that I was in some form of a video game universe. I could start as any character and then there were three random types of fighter that could assault me, with fire or cold or martial arts. I 'died' lots and would keep hapving to start over. I could restart as a different character each time. if I started as a martial artist I would reap advancement bonuses later, but had to suffer a lack of ranged attacks now. I seemed to do the best starting as the charactger who could shoot some sort of fire at assailants.

except this was sort of like a day job. lunch time rolls around, and everyone breaks. there is a variety of locations within the game framework that serve lunch. this is close to my first day and I am not sure which one to go to. there aer 8 people who I work with which is the area near the start of the game. two of them disdain the line for indian food and go to some other line. I go to one of the longer lines, it is a delusion and we quickly pass up this other guy who thought she should be in a short linel. both these lined go up an escalator or stairway into an open-air pavilion with a peaked white canvas sort of shady structure.

most of my dream has been blown away by the events of the intervening day. but what stuck with me was me sitting around with a crew or committee ans trying to work out a solution to some sort of strategic problem. there was this dark haired woman who looked vaguely indian. she was slightly shorter than I and much more delicate-boned. we had recently started sleeping together, and there was no way this would stay hidden in the interactions with the others. I had been concerned about that but it turned out the problem was that I had been so long without having a relationship I had forgotten how easy it is to fall in with a partner and work both together and with others.

I and others were at some formal event. we were in this big sort of white building, and it was so big that the indoor area we were in was grass. there were many white folding chairs all neatly arranged. at one side of this area, there was like a raised pavilion from which someone, I think the Mexican Ambassador, was to give a speech. above that, in an opening the the wall, was a hallway lit with a warm light and with many doors. I could see - and I knew anyways - that there were people moving around in that hallway that I was really interested in. that's becaue the group I was with, was like a spy group.

I wandered towards the pavilion with one of the older guys I was with. he was formal and British in his manners. as we got towards it, I saw that the grassy floor sloped steeply downward towards the base of the pavilion. there was a ball of wadded cut grass and it rolled to the base of the pavilion. I bent to pick it up, and it was awkward.

the British guy was telling me that he was leaving me to it. not entirely sure waht it was other than giving a speech. the ball of grass kept rolling down the little slope, and I kept picking it up as he was talking. he and the others were going to go away, as they were not needed here. I was to give a speech to the ladies' garden party and it was a prelude to the Ambassador's speech. since everything was so conspicuous our hands were tied.

I hated this entire idea, being not only cut off from my group but also tied into giving a speech in these ridiculous circumstances. but he withrew, presumably to leave, and then I woke up.

I was like a 12 years old girl, and with my mom. we moved back into this house that had been our 'old house'. mom was remarried after my dad had passed away some time ago.

I wandered through the house - it had been painted an awful pink colour - a bit disconsolately. maybe it was an apartment not a house. there was a dining area that wasn't quite a room. if you were in it with your back to a sliding glass door then you faced the kitchen area that was more defined by suspended cabinets than real walls. it occurred to me my mom was old enough that she might die soon. I should not be unhappy at her choices.

my mom was laying there, in the dining room. I think we were both there, that's where we were to sleep. she was having problems breathing. I realized that soon might be soon and this was very disturbing. she kept blinking and I didn't really know what to do. I left.

it wasn't until after I woke up that I realized the creature lying in the dining room wasn't my mom, but karine's dog bohdan.

I was at an amusement park with at least a couple hundred people. it was like magic mountain. someone was getting married and this was all part of it.

there was a big swimming pool there and occasionally they ran bumper boats in it. they only did this when disputes arose during large parties. the staff would take pictures of how ridiculous everyone was.

we decided we would make use of the swimming pool. I wasn't too sure of it and sat across a walkway as people in various states of formal/wedding clothes divested themselves (or not) and climbed in. some people had outfits for the swimming pool; costumes, almost, not swimsuits. I adjusted the cameras, which were mounted about 8' up on the light poles, to make sure to get some really embarassing shots.

so I was at work (which was in some strange city but the environs reminded me of polk street around the tea shoppe). I had befriended this woman who bore a striking resemblance to stephanie (cinnamon) but her name ias laiela. at lunch we went to her apartment which was a couple blocks away.l you walked down this street hurlbat, then then you were there.

her apartment was kind of big and on a hallway with 5 or so other apartments. she had lots of housemates and it was a bit chaotic with everyone's sleeping setups all around. there were lots ot christmas lights, the kind that are like inch-and-a-half round ones. there were these two plants (with christmas lights) that were positioned so you had to doge them while walking around. I thought that was bad feng shui. there were 3 dogs, a little reddish one, a toto-dog, and a larger poodly one.

I decided I was attracted to her. this was uncomfortable since we were gone from work at lunch. she was telling me how unfair it was becuase the owners were trying to eliminate dog ownership and one of the apartments down that hall had no frint door. that lady had a dog and it coudl run around. but if her dogs got out and went to play with the other dog, then she complained to the owners and she got in trouble.

this was some sort of reunion situation. it was like the co-op that I lived in 15 years ago was reforming, except we were the people of today and not the students of then.

I found myself in an algebra class taught by Dale. I think Eric was in it as well. but I thought I wasn't really in it, that I was just looking at the homework to see whether it was easy or not. I started sketching out the answers to problems. one of them was this number theory problem where the real answer involved drawing this complicated graph that resembled a psychadelic jigsaw puzzle.

I'd been short on sleep, so I dreamed, thought about entering it, then went back to sleep and dreamed some more.

the first dream involved elena's husband passing on and elena, myself, and a third person moving in together. there was a feel of bringing together a group of three people for epic activities. but I don't remember the details beyond that.

the second dream, I was living with heather in berkeley, or somewhere in the east bay across the street from a marina in which we did not own a slip. there was across from us a place where one could moor a boat and say, load things onto it, or do quick repairs/inspections. to the left of it were three slips that were also for temporary use.

it was early morning, about an hour after sunrise, and I brought one of our boats about and we inspected it to see if it was suitable. heather had all these objections with details that were immaterial to the dream other than it was simply the wrong kind of boat. we had another one so I was going to go get that one.

at first in the dream I took my car back down to oxnard, and spoke to a car body guy. he said it wouldn't be a problem restoring all the rusted out portions, and he would start on the part over the passenger door which is rotted very badly.

then things changed. I was in a large intersection with an unknown few others. we were in some sort of gang-like face off. the other "side" was in these three cars that looked like the old-style minis except they were painted a dull flat red. we were armed with these weapons that bore a sinister resemblance to a big dog ropy tug toy.

the cars went around us in circles, sort of like a bullfighting scenario. we were told to "go for the head and body". they were trying to hit us, to run over our feet. as they passed by we dodged and swung our ropy toys. the knots of mine would hit the windshield and body of the car as it passed by with little visible effect, but apparently it counted for something.

it vaguely occurred to me that I could swing it in through the open window and hit the driver directly, and that would hurt. but then what if the driver grabbed it out of my hand.

I woke up before anything else happened.

there was this long part of the dream that involved being at two lakes in the spring and sending logs down to the ocean to float to los angeles for proccessing. I don't remember this part well at all but realized that we swam a lot and that we were faced with the healthy challenge of having to negotiate the chutes of the log runs with th unhealthy challenge of doing it when for the first time in 1000 years the rivers were swollen enough to connect our little logging town with los angeles by water.

then I was back at the house, with karine, and our parents, becuase in this dream karine was my suster. it was a saturday morning like in the wee hours. karine was sleeping and my mom was in bed. my father was sitting in the living room.

I went to disneyland with karine and her mom. now, karine's mom in my dream wasn't abbie but some larger version of herself, as a soccer-mom-type. and disneyland actually wasn't anything resembling the disneyland I know.

there was a main street but where it should have let out to the plaza that leads to all the Lands it instead had an T-intersection with all the rail switching necessary so the horse-drawn cars on tracks could turn. if you stood in the T-intersection looking down main street then the corner to your right also had like a frontage road-type thing where bicycles and scooters could be (and were) parked. to the left were taller building that seemed to soar (they were probably the equivalent of 4-storeys) and the next building after the intersection had a ped walkway elevated over the street. that sort of marked the entrance to a Land (presumably tomorrowland).

all the pavement for the above was like old faded asphalt. if you think of the older streets in santa cruz, that's about what I mean.

I dreamed that marcus was coming over from england to prep for testing rockets in black rock desert. this test was supposed to be in september. at the point of my dream it was june or late may. karine, meanwhile, felt it was her mission to make sure the rocket test fails, becuase a success would mean great evil for the world. marcus didn't know this.

there was a a part of my dream that involved finishing something on time, and two corridors, and elena. this part has faded.

then I was a passenger in traffic driving south on Ventura road in Oxnard. we came to an intersection (possibly Doris) and on the SE corner there was a restaurant. they had a sign that was three black letters in white diamonds, arranged vertically. there was writing underneath the letters that was smaller. I thought it said "S A G".

we were in a lot of traffic and it remained stopped at the light. an ad came on the radio for this restaurant, and it was a little sort of country & western ditty where I could swear they were singing about "Steak and gays and eggs". I was a bit surprised becuase I thought that was one way to get creamed in Oxnard. the person driving started singing along, though. I looked around and everyone in the stopped traffic was singing along.

I looked closer at the sign and the words underneath the letters were "STEAK" "GAZE" "CARS". the building was arranged like one of those old drive-ups where they serve you in the car. the end of the song was more like "the shady dame from seville" from Victor/Victoria than like a country & western song. then I woke up.

the images from last night's dreams are all jumblied together, and I swear I was not dreaming events in the chronologial order in which they were supposed to have happened in my dream

I guess in this dream I had 2 or 3 brothers and a sister. my parents were the same tho. I, two brothers, and my dad were travelling in a Winnebago at night through the desert. I think we were trying to move. our home town was to the west of us. it was some town on a small river, so it had a water front. the architecture in the town was all old houses like old San Francisco or New Orleans, and we had one of those houses as our family house.

but, we were moving. I'm not sure of all the background in that. something happened and we had to go back to town, to our house.

this was a weird dream. I was in a bowling lane, and I had to work through all the directories like I do for a build at work. the character Linna from bubblegum crisis was bowling either on my or the opposing team. er, no I did not dream a cartoon, this was a Japanese girl. I got halfway through the first set (in "common" in my build structure) and encountered some problems. these worked out and I went on.

I was up on the left lane when I realized there was a spider above me. I flipped out like I normally do and Linna took a long stuck and poked at it. the stick has a bit of sticky spider silk on the end and the idea was that the spider would grab on to the sticky part and then be removed. instead the spider fell on me.

...or my PILLOW! I woke up instantly (4:28) wondering if I am dreaming about this scene because there really was a spider! eek! ...there wasn't. but my body reacted like it was a nightmare. of course it's not really that weird for me to dream of bowling with a Japanese girl...