I was able to morph into dog-form and back. the timing of when to do so wasn't terribly clear. I worked with a group of people who were also able to do this, but we were in an office job.

the morphing wasn't right, and it was dangerous. as a dog the ability to speak wasn't only not there, but the capability of using actual language to structure the thoughts was gone too. after a while this shift degraded the ability to think as a human too. in a meeting, an argument descended into incoherence.

there was way, way more to this dream, but it faded very rapidly. I woke up to find the dog laying back-to-back with me with her head on the pillow

I was putting together a new PC. little Dave was visiting, he sat on the couch and dispensed mostly, but not completely, useless advice. I went in the garage and grabbed an unused case. I brought it in, then looked at it. it had a motherboard in it, which I did not expect, and a "refurbished" sticker on the motherboard, which bothered me since I thought I bought it new.

I opened it up and there was a card in one of the slots that was as wide as the mother board. I was confused and inspected the situation. the car actuallly had an old-fashioned toggle switch. the connectors in the back of the card were a mix; one looked like s-video. my first inclination was to yank it out, but I hesitated. Dave cautioned me that I could mess things up if I activated the card. I pulled it out.

the motherboard had some older ISA slots in it, and I realized, no slot for a CPU. I was annoyed and about to give up, but I rummaged for another motherboard.

this morning I had the same dream snippet over and over. there was a rocket gantry, with a big blunt-nosed rocket on it. they were getting ready to launch it. the entire scene was dark, with blue/steel colors as if it was from an anime like BGC or iron giant.

there was a delay becuase the rocket wasn't repeatable. well that wasn't the actual word, the word escapes me even though it thundered through my head each time. that would thunder through, and my point of view would shift like the camera was revolving around the rocket in a crooked orbit. then the alarm would go off, I would slap the snooze, and the dream would repeat, with something slightly shifted. had to get it right.

I dreamt that I chipped my upper left incisor. it was not a big deal, I played with it with my tongue.

then I looked in the mirror, and it was like the entire middle corner had broken off. there was a hole in my smile. gross. I was horrified.

we were in the east end of the san fernando valley. or maybe somewhere else. somewhere in a valley in southern california.

there is a part that is very faded that involved Kia, and some sentient "death plant" that was part of an ancient religion which to our suprise had some veracity to it. we had to all meet at this house near a train track, and the plant had to be revived and would show us what to do? but it had to be handled carefully or it would kill us all. there was something to do with a meta stncil of a triangle in there.

this scenario blended in with some sort of spy cell or something I was involved in. we had beeen discovered working out of an abandoned house in some housing tract that looked either damaged by some natural disaster or never finished in the first place. we were vacating the house and booby trapping it for the agents we knew were coming. we went over the plan and then started to execute.

it was Monday, and I was supposed to go to work. but I wasn't really feeling up to it. I was instead poking around this weird strip mall that was across from a park. it had an outside corner... one store down was this weird booksotre, or rather they were a different store that also sold books and were trying to get rid of their inventory. they has some long tables in there which were convenient to sit at and be online. next to it (to the right of it, farther from the corner) was another store which I have forgotten but it had a dwindling supply of those cheap glass chess sets. to the right of that one, was under construction. there was a crew working on putting up a big red sign on the roof.

somehow all this was tied up with my mom having died and left me a large sum of money. I was dealing with some of that - maybe she had owned the store with the chess sets? - as well as with the construction crew. the crew lead turned out to be someone I knew, maybe had dated? anyhow I lost track of time and before I knew it it was quarter past noon.

it was the WW2 era, and I was following the progress of a new band as they forged their sound. a part of my brain related it to/confused it with glenn miller evolving to having a clarinet lead. but that wasn't this.

the whole thing was more like a movie or biographic sequence than real life, with scenes illustrating the evolution. there they are, like a normal 'big band'. there they are, in a bar, changing their percussion. trying out a new song in the studio. changing the beat, the instrument balance.

I finally realized I was mentally stitching together an alternative birth line to rock n roll. and in the dream, I felt like I was on the verge of a huge epiphany, that the historians just got it wrong. the band was setting up, and they really had changed. now their percussion consisted of all stray/broken pieces of classically turned furniture. their stage layout had it run from the front of stage left to the rear just right of center. it actually had a pleasant clacky sound. and what was the song they came up with? 'rock around the clock' of course.

I was there, in my dream, as they set up, and played this song, all the way through, on the clacky furniture pieces and with a trumpet lead. part of me wondered why it hadn't evolved into a clarinet...

I was in new england in the spring. we were in an area of rolling hills, and green grass, with trees around the edges. I was driving in the morning with maggie. at one point she had me stop the car. we got out, and started crossing the fields. well, it was not really fields. but we were obviously going directly instead of along a winding road. we crossed at least one stream; it had reeds.

we got to a big house - almost a manor - which was mike and maggie's. mike was there at a table outside, eating breakfast. maggie went inside. I joined mike.

now this part has faded, and I think there was some argument about going out into the world, that involved these white safety straps. can't remember, but to spite him, I started floating up. I was floating up just like I used to tell people to do when regressing them.

I saw mike and the house below, but then they passed out of my vision to the upper right. I kept going up and up, and all the interesting things I spotted kept passing out of my field of vision to the upper right. it was very frustrating.

I was sick, and in a hospital room. it was a ground floor room; the door to the room opened west, and the window faced south. the room was cool colours. the bed was positioned such that it was near the door with the head on the same wall as the door and the door to the north of the bed in that corner.

the bed was not a hospital bed as we know it. it had a metal frame and box (like karine's bed) but was more like galvanized steel. pipes came out of the ceiling, with a metre, to connect a gas supply to the bed.

I'm not sure what I was in the hospital for. I knew it wasn't supposed to happen becuase I was just passing through this time frame. while I was here, I was stuck.

I had weird dreams disturbed by a sore throat. they were more flashes of people and events. but the image I ended up with, was that my actions had no effect outside of a box, it was a rectangular box roughly 7:1 in proportion, with ipen corners and looking like glowing neon. it floated around in my vision as I moved around.

I dreamt this this morning, and think the context was the same as the previous dream, but anyhow it's faded a lot. the woman who ran the brothel (?) for some faded reason needed to go on some mission to retrieve something from the past. it was a really big deal and she loaded all of us up on the train to go do this.

we had a bunch of stops to pick up various groups of people. they went to different, dedicated cars. one was a group of soldiers from 1632. after the train was loaded up, we stopped in this weird dark nospace. we could get out, and the ground arount eh train was lit with a yellowy light for about 10' out, but I couldn't see past that, and the sky had no stars.

I pulled out my cel phone and called Adrienne. I talked to her about everything that was happening. she needed to know becase Louis was part of the expedition. she asked me to go towards the front of the train so I could tell her he was alright. she was living with him.... "we're practically married, you know," she declared. at the same time the brakes belched steam, like train brakes do. there was a pause. "did you say 'literally'?" I asked, surprised. I didn't know they were together, was Adrienne with somebody else...? I should know this...?

I got up to the front where Louis was, but then I woke up...

I dreamt that I somehow ended up working in a brothel. it was my first day, and very weird. the brothel was very clean, looked like a vegas hotel. the entry-level girls were assigned a place that was like a box which was 10'x10'by 3'. one end of the box had a bunch of holes. it was almost like glory holes except the guys could peer in and point to the girl he wanted to scooch to the hole. then he would fuck her. the holes all had colours assigned to them, and the girls in the box were nicknamed the colours.

I did not like this at all. I didn't really want to do it and wasn't sure why I was there. but, at the same time I was horny - how could one not be in that environment - and tried to think of a way to lay in a corner and masturbate. that didn't fly either, butthe shift came and went and I wasn't picked by anyone, either. someone told me everyone feels that way until they actually start doing it.

I was off my shift, and ran into Dale. she was one of the higher-priced call girls. has been doing it for years. "it's been a long time since I was a colour," she said in a reminiscing way. I asked her how she does it. "oh, it's great," she replied. "I get to meet all kinds of interesting people, and I get to have sex!" I thought back over the years I had known her and realized that she always disappeared at odd hours, and suddenly understood why. suddenly it didn't seem so bad.