I had a bunch of dreams that jumbled together. there were things going on with burning man, work, and oxnard, and I don't remember them very well. in one dream I went back to burning man and he had already burned. I was trying to help pack up the camp and there was always more. meanwhile people kept getting lost and confused becuase not only was the man and the temple gone, all the camps on the inner two streets were packed up and left.

my maverick was there too, it had been brought behind the Amb Amb on a towed trailer. the Amb Amb had been sitting in a tiny lot on the morning side of a busy garage. they pulled it out and I had to think pretty hard before I realized that there was sort of a covered pit underneath it that was just deep enough to hold the car trailer.

we hooked it all up and drove off to oxnard, but I don't remember that part very well. mary and danny were there but that's about it.

I woke up with some stress.

I was in a little gas station, and a big white pick up pulled up, the kind that you would expect to be driven around a ranch. while it was sitting there, I saw there was a gap between the bed and the cab, and it was shiny steel. he bed had the frame standing out of it that you see on many gardening and construction trucks, but it was also shiny sttel; also, there was steel mesh along the sides of the bed, and three chairs that match (like steel mesh outdoor chairs from a patio set). Trillian jumped into the gap between the bed and the cab, and as she jumped up I realized the fourth one was there.

I wondered why this truck held such significance, and then I found out it was friends of Heather's, she was moving back to North Carolina to go to school. they brought this truck to haul her Stuff. then we weren't at a gas station anymore, but at this place in Santa Cruz where Heather used to live with Rocky. I was pretty unhappy that she was moving so far away, but decided to be gracious and offer to help. she told me, sure, but that was OK, Tim was already loading the truck. I looked outside and Tim was loading up all these half-closed cardboard boxes into the truck bed.

I dreamed that I was sleeping with Rocky. Rocky had something really wrong with him, which was some sort of nerve damage to his legs and feet. he could hardly walk... his toes had physical damage, and the visible damage was indicative of how well his upper legs were working. it was all very weird.

we would get into bed, and get all entagled like people do, and then... it would inflate. there were like these inflatable rubbery things that were supposed to provide support in various places. this time, though, the pump mechanism wasn't working, and the feet part wasn't inflating. it was a tragedy.

my dream started in the middle of what was going on...

I was getting chased by the cops. me and this other person, he was riding a motorcycle and was trying, without slowing down, to connect me in a side car. it worked; and once the side car was attached this funky half-canopy opened up that was of light purple tent-fabric, so I couldn't see where we were going. but we were heading down a crowded road to the pier that jutted out over the water south of the city.

as we entered the pier a motorcycle cop pulled abreast of us and demanded that he hand me over to him. the guy with my sidecar made his decision and I found myself detached. the cop also tried to attach his bike without slowing down. I noticed in that detached dream-way that the wheel etc on the side car reversed itself so the cop could attach from the other side. no way I thought, they are not gonna catch me. the other guy got clean away, riding up a divider in the middle as we entered the pier, the road part sort of divided like a teardrop since it was a touisty thing. then, the side car attached, the canopy re-expanded, and the cop had to slow down because of all the ped traffic.

I realized that although I couldn't see where we were going, the cop couldn't see me, either. I abandoned the side car and blended in with the peds.