I was down in Oxnard with my mom and some friends. I think I was moving back in with her. I owned a sort of flatbed trailer, but it was like all metal and had a front end that resembled a boat. I really liked it.

for some reason I parked it in the neighbours' driveway.

meanwhile there was this guy who lived in the neighbourhood and he liked it too. he decided he woudl take it from me. since I was just moving he decided he would pull this move by trying to go to the DMV and registering it to himself. one of my friends alerted me to this and I went there to deal with it. it was sort of frightening beecuase he was a Really Big guy. with salt & pepper hair and a full, but trimmed beard. the entire time at the DMV there was this feeling of restrained violence. when I left I had a sinking feeling that it was not over, and wouldn't be, until he had maneuvered it so he owned my trailer.

when I left I joined Karine on a trolley that looked more like a cable car, and we rode down the street back to my neighbourhood. the sun was going down behind us.

I got home to my mom's house and was very tired. there were many people living there, two of whom were Kim and Karine. I had my old room from early childhood; Kim slept in the hall.

it was late and I couldn't sleep; the cats were very restless and noisy. I tried to think of some way to occupy them so I would be less disturbed and more able to sleep. I came across a small container of squishy earplugs and found a jar of powdered catnip. the catnip really looked more like lime-green sugar but that's what it was in my dream.

I decided nobody would miss it if I put a pair of the earplugs in the catnip and shake it all up so the power got into the pores of the squishy things. then the cats would have a toy to occupy them. I started doing that but was somehow so tired that I ended up putting all the earplugs in the catnip jar and shaking it before I realized what I had done. oops.

anyhow I went to bed. the morning came, and Kim and Karine asked me closely how my night had been. I had to confess to my error, and it was embarassing becuase I knew they would laugh.

I was a student on a campus that sort of looked, geographically, like UCSC. the buildings however were more suited to Fort Mason or Fort Presidio. I was in the south of campus talking to this hispanic girl with short curly black hair. she told me something derogatory about Eric. I was annoyed and went into a nearby building. he was in one of the basement rooms.

I think we were exes in the process opf reconciling. anyhow we had some plan to build a nuclear program or something like that. he left and I had to wait in the room. it was all white and had a 5-6" pipe running vertically down one corner.

this dream cut off abruptly as Karine woke me up at the last minute to go to work. but I was ablee to re-dream it to work out the details after I shut off the alarm...?

anyhow I was with a group of agents that were doing some secret mission and we were in some posh neighbourhood that was on the southern side of a mountain. it was late and to the west of us there was a 3storey victorian house with a team of roofers working on it. I was marvelling at how they could casually walk around a roof so high off the ground that was at such a steep angle.

as I watched I realized that the roof shingles (tiles?) were rotted and they gave way under their leader's weight. he slid down onto the second roof (you know how victorians often have a narrow set of roof chingles between the 2nd and 3rd storeys) and grabbed on with his hands. he was dangling there with the tiles falling as his feet attempted to find a purchase.

I was living at my mom's house, but I think it held more people. Heather was living there too, with me; we were together; she was taking some classes. my parents weren't there, but this guy Virg, who was married to one of my mom's good friends, was living there, with his young kids; he was the head of the household. I am not quite sure how I stood that.

he was very patient with the children, and managed the bowling alley.

Heather was working on a class project that involved making up a film. I think she was doing the PR or something like that as she was concerned with getting the actors' bios into a database. big Mike was involved with the project somehow; I can't tell if he was the lead student or the instructor. it was Friday, and the project was late, but Heather was doing the best she could considering that the information she needed to get entered and published was supposed to have been given to her the Tuesday before. everything else was done. she was displeased without being too terribly stressed.

Heather and Mike conferred and I overheard him saying "well that's the best you can do, it's great". whew, so that was done. meanwhile Virg came home. he had a weird pattern drawn on the ass of his jeans, in blue ink. it looked like one of the kids took a pen and drew a swirly line that criscrossed itself in multiple places, then filled in the alternating pieces. (my brain took off and tried to figure out if you could draw the pattern without lifting the pen and whether it would be possible to fill it in that way with only 2 colours instead of 4.) he came to the back of the house to do something in the office. annoyed with him, I kicked the door to my bedroom shut while taking Heather's arm to turn her towards me.

yet another dream poorly remembered...

I was with Karine and we were in the bottom of one end of an open-ended canyon. this part of it was narrow, then it widened out farther away. we had to be at the other end.

for some reason I thought the canyon was flooded and that we were looking at everything underwater. we had to run to the other end but hold our breath the entire time. without stopping to investigate whether or not this was true, I took off and hit the bottom running, running, along a little stream, holding my breath. Karine was calling after me...

this dream also faded, but I was supposed to be working with dale on defusing some sort of bomb. it was in the middle of a hallway that looked like a high school from law & order. dale was the more experienced at this sort of thing and she was giving me direction.

I got the bomb itself defused, but it had some sort of psych effect. we all got mind blasted with this: -''--''--''--''- or that's the best I can draw it anyhow. I wasn't sure what the meaning of it was or what I did in consequence, as the alarm kept interrupting.

I let this dream go too long and it mostly faded. but I remember that I was interacting with a very old couple, like in their 80s. the guy had some weird health problem, in which he would "lock up" and basically freeze in place like a mannikin. they were talking in a small sunny room when this actually happened, and he couldn't move. I started to panick, because I was afraid if I forced him to move his limbs, I could hurt him. but his wife did something, and he was able to walk again, although stiffly.

I dreamt I was with this guy friend of mine, and we were taking care of my spider. I guess it was our spider. I still hadn't identified her but we were talking about her size and longevity. he was not afraid of her.

we needed to clean out the cage and he was doing it. I was quite nervous she would get out. he said it was not a problem and I shouldn't be afraid anyhow. after all there were planty of that type of spider around.

just as he said that one as big as my hand skittered between us. I was very frightened! but he just casually picked it up and put it next to where he was sitting. after we were donee with my spider, he took a needle and injected the big on right near the front top of the abdomen. I looked closely and there was a littel pinprick of blood where the needle had gone in. I thought he'd killed the spider, but he said no. I found that I felt sorry for it.