the first part of he dream faded but involved a motorcycle race across fields in north-central alaska. the second part... starts with a motorcycle race across the southern part of alaska. I can see the dirt getting kicked up... it's three bikes. my perspective is aerial.

hmm, it's fading too. anyhow I am walking along the side of a field, late in the evening near sunset, and talking to someone, maybe on the phone but not in my ifeld of vision. I'm not sure the conversation is important... I get to a little ridge in the dirt road, and there's some water from irrigation gathered in the depression. and a cantaloupe... except the skin is more like a coral. I talk, and slowly roll the cantaloupe into the water, and watch the water get inbetweem all the ridges, then roll it to the dry part, and waych the water drain back off as if by magic. it's neat; I do this a couple times.

in the first dream I remember in a long time, I was watering terraced gardens, and there was a springy ground cover in them, with little leaves. (I see it a lot around Pacifica but don't know what it is called.) anyhow it was brown instead of green, gone too long without water. I could tell the ground was dry and the water was very good, but the plants stayed brown. I wondered how long it would take them before they turned green again, or if they ever would.

I was living in some house on the street on which I grew up, with two housemates. it was not my mom's house, and we were renting it from some guy named McGowan. one of my housemates was Art, who had recently moved in.

it was late at night and three drunk people from a couple houses down - that was a Death Guild house - came by. they were all women, and they were really mad at McGowan. "we'll get you" they declared loudly in slurred voices. to my horror, they produced like a gallon of tequila and dumped it on my lawn. they were about to light it on fire when I came out to talk to them.

they were initially unfriendly, but it's not hard even with unfriendly drunk strangers to get them to talk to you. turned out they thought mcGowan had moved back into his house, they thought it was Art. the Death Guild house was also rented from him, and they hated him.