it was a nice morning in pacifica. I had to take the trash out or something like that. when I did, I left the garage door open, and bohdan got out. he went to the neighbours house to the north, and Demo (the golden retriever) was there. I was afraid Bohdan would attack him, but instead there was an open door into a garage, and Bohdan lay down in that facing in.

I came to get him - he wasn't wearing his collar, and looked in the garage. Stacy was there doing something workshop-like. she didn't mind Bohdan at all. I got him and guided him back to our house.

we were almost in our door when another neighbour came out with that dog Bohdan hates, and three women, including Stacy met with her in the middle of the street and they started talking. Bohdan charged and I followed behind. at a loss, I just held onto his tail. this worked but then I was stuck, becuase I couldn't let go.

I don't remember much of this dream. but in part of it, I ended up in a really small town. I was staying at some sort of farm or home for 'lost' children or teens.

I ended up chaperoning a couple on a date. I was in the back of the car and they couldn't really see me - one way glass or something. I think the guy was Simon. then I realized it was really a horse and buggy, and the farm was also a sanctuary for deformed animals. the horse pushing the buggy had its back legs all twistied up and useless and balanced on its forelegs. I marvelled at this and wondered how it managed. then I wondered if it was really right not only to keep it alive, but to force it into such a difficult work.

I had a dream about how the world was coming to an end and I was on a shuttle launch to fix it per the Return of the King and I was conspiring with Heather to do this illegally and I didn't have a copy of the book with me and I was afraid I was doing it wrong and I went back to our room in a terrific storm only to have her call on my cell and tell me I was being dumb. anyhow the plot was to pretend I had died which would then give me a greater freedom of action. I was musing on whether I wanted to go through with dying when the dogs bugged me and my dream changed.

Heather and I had a big aquarium in a dark room. maybe 55 gallons? more? it had all kinds of things in it including Jellies. I was looking at it, and thought that one of the pieces to the aerator was not right. so I adjusted it to be underwater and walked away.

the result was that the stream of water met another one and created a cyclonic flow. it caught one of the jellies and was so strong the jelly was going to break apart. this guy whom I guess we had in charge of the aquarium fixed it, and rebuked me. he told me I had to watch it, the combination of the two streams could create a vortex up to 70 mph. chastised, I apologised.

we chitchatted some more and got onto the topic of water levels. how do we add water, this and that. Heather joined us and told us how she added tap water without needing to dechlorinate it...

there was only one scene in this dream. I was in a generic conference room at work - white walls, white board, white fluorescent lights, with three other people: Brian from work, Mo, and Heather. this was a younger Brian though. we were discussing some UI on an application.

I was presenting something or talking about something and Brian walked over behind me. he leaned over me and kissed me, and then, over me, balanced himself upside-down on his head on the table in front of me.

Mo and Heather did not react well to this. but then I woke up.

out of a jumble of dreams, one took shape and solidified.

I was working in a generic cubeland, with blazing white overhead fluorescents and faceless generic cubes. a new person had started, and be all accounts he was a womanizer. and I could tell that was true, when we were introduced, by the look in his eye, and the slightly-too-long time he held my hand when we shook.

throughout the day, the people who already knew him were watching me, in that sort of spiteful careless curiousity, to see if I was going to cry sexual harassment; and they had a valid point, I was either putting up with or fending off uwanted... touches. he'd stroke my head, or if we were looking over a document together, put a hand on my forearm; once, he tried to stroke my breast, but I deflected that. he even tried to kiss me.

I handled it all with a surprising aplomb, but it was all complicated by the fact that I was attracted to him. he had light brown hair, curly but cut short and even; some freckles, and light brown eyes with a clear direct look. it was all I could do not to return his attention, but I mostly managed, becuase it was impossible for me to tell if he was attracted to me or simply always acted this way around women.

there was a big meeting towards the end of the day, one with folding chairs for seats; and he tried to kiss me again. people were there watching... I started to return it, and stopped.