I was on the Olympic cycling team. early on in the games, we had taken the silver in a relay event. my silver medal was hanging in my display case on one of those mannequin necks that is often used by department stores to display jewelry. the display case was very crowded with awards and memorabilia.

I was working with someone on the computer as the olympics were drawing to a close. the screen has the intense blue background I associate with DOS applications. it has these clear plastic keys that were more like cylindrical buttons with rounded tops. I could take these keys and cut and paste them but was having difficulty selecting the right subset to address a memo.

just for grins I loaded the last bike race to watch realtime what was happening. it was a text printout of who was in the lead and what their average speed was. to my surprise, I was in third with a speed of 37. I'm guessing that's km/hr. I show it to the young woman I'm working with in Marketing. hey look, I say, if I can hold there it will be my personal best. I watch the numbers tick away like a stopwatch, fascinated.

I dreamed that I had signed up for a class, but everything else going on in my life prevented me from attending at all. I figured, though, that really I knew everything in the class and even what I didn't, I could derive from what I did know when I took the final.

I showed up to the final and sat near the back of the class. the professor, an overweight man with male pattern baldness and a not-quite-handlebar moustache, noticed my presence and came back there to sit next to me as I started the final.

the questions were mostly multiple choice, and I looked at the test with growing dismay as I realized they dealt with physical units I had never heard of. a couple of them were asking about what units to use at deep-sea pressures. one of the units was fnarl, I remember that. as I flipped through the test I realized I was not ready for it at all, and this was a mathematical physics class.

I turned to the professor. I am sorry to say, I am not prepared for this at all, I said. he sort of shrugged; of course this was no surprise to him since I had not attended class. I asked him what I could do and he told me at this point, not much. I was going to fail the class. I left, with some vague notion that I could try to withdraw from the class, but thinking they wouldn't let me because I had showed to the final.

I dreamed that Mike and Maggie were setting up a really big party. we lived in tract housing at the end of the street; they lived two streets down at the end of the street. the party was sort of going to be split between our two houses. I went inside and it turned out that there was a large hall-sized living room space that stretched between the two houses. I was inside that space more towards my own house and talking to Mike, who had no shirt on, really long hair, and was doing whippets.

the alarm went off and when I went back to sleep I was now at work. the Marketing folks were bugging me about CVS. Carlin and Matt HH had it all wrong and I was showing them WinCVS. everyone sat in these weird island stations, where four people sat together in a shared space like a cross or a +; i.e. each person had two walls and they all sat facing the inside corner of it all. it was sort of like Lina's office setup in Bubblegum Crisis 2040. anyhow Carlin got it and then I had to show Matt but he was doing something weird with his files. and in the back of my mind I was alarmed that Marketing was getting access to source control.

I dreamed I was in some sort of southern california beachside hotel suite. I was staying with a friend, and I guess we were putting on some sort of sham, we were going to fuck these two guys and get something (money? influence?) out of it.

the guys were out of the room and I had been sleeping (or pretending to). I got up and we were talking about this and that. I had felt weird sleeping on the bed, like the dog was there, but it wasn't...

the guys were coming back and my friend told me I had to lay back down again. I looked at where my head had been. (the bed sheets were dark blue.) outlined where my face had been was a lot of bird guano. like, euw. my friend geestured at me to lie down quick. but I was very hesitant. was my face really in bird guano? what was this all about, anyhow? I tried to remember, but I could not.

I was in the dentist's office, and we were discussing drilling out one of the amalgam fillings and replacing it with a percelain one. he wanted to take a new set of xrays to be sure it was advisable.

we took the xrays, and when they were developed, they said that my teeth were much worse off than had been thought. they showed me the two with the amalgam, and one of my lower left ones, and on the films it was just a white outline of a very black hollow space. basically three teeth had been eaten from the inside out leaving just a thin shell.

we couldn't figure out how I even managed to chew, in that state.

of course I did not sleep well until I shut off the damned alarm. then I dreamed...

I was in Frazier park in the afternoon. it was sunny and the sun came through the big pine trees. various people in groups were doing their thing around the little picnic tables. there had been bear warnings but nobody really cared. the brown bears were fairly friendly even if a little agressive about food.

I saw a dog running up the hill, away from me, a white guy with lots of brown. a polar bear was chasing him and caught him, rolled him over, and raked him belly to throat with those bear claws. the dog didn't even cry as he lay there dying.

a bear had come and was sort of tracking me. I went to this family I knew, a mexican family with 4 or 5 kids. they were in a picnic area that was in a little cutout, and we all sat with our backs to the cutout, with me sandwiched between the kids. the bear came - it was a brown bear. it whuffled and it smelled all of us. all I could think was euw, and of the dog I had just seen. something distracted it though - I thought it was Karine come looking for me? and the bear lumbered off.