this morning I dreamed that the gecko tank was much larger, and that one of the little guys was crawling around hunting. I was looking straight down from above, watching him climb around a rock. but he was in a cone like the dog wears, so he had a problem trying to catch tings or drink.

I wanted to go on this envrionmental tour, that I had been on before. to go on it, first you had to enter the premises through this ramshackle storefront. there were a few people milling about who hadn't been, and were not quite believing this abandoned-looking place was the right address.

I assured them it was, and we went in. we had to walk back a dusty room, and then in the bright sunlight. and then I basically groped, half-blind, my way back down a hallway, where the boards were old and separated and the bright sunlight shone in between.

we got to the back and there was this overhang, that opened up on a yard to the right. if you faced the yard, then to your right were barns and you could tell they were used and had animals. to your left would be a covered walkway with metal poles holding up the overhang every 10 feet or so. it you kept facing back, so the yard was to your right, a door opened to a hall, that was much higher tech - metal doorframes, conduits, gray-painted walls, etc.

this part had three doors, which I showed to the people with me. they said what, is this monty hall? and I explained that tours were arranged in the middle door and as they could see the other two doors dealt with merchandise. the third door, looking through it looked like a Petco.

my dream last night was so complex that even thinking about one portion of it caused other parts to fade.

it started out with my open-bowling at a big bowling alley with orange gutters. I was on lanes 3&4. a pin got stuck in the gutter and nobody came to fix it. muttering to mysefl I took a tall plastic container of spackling and tried to "bowl" it to clear the gutter. the pressure on the lid as it rolled on its side caused dried spackle to spray all over the lane and stick in the oil. the container itself came to a rest about 15 feet down the lane.

there was nobody to notice this yet at the desk becuase there were ceiling supports blocking the view. I thought about running down there and getting it before I got a you-should-know-better lecture. so I did, got caught, and had to go into one of the offices behind the desk for the you-should-know-better lecture.