I was in the back of a cluttered pre-industrial laboratory. in a cage were some fluffy croissants, but square. I wanted one, and turned to matt gleeson, who owned them. in the time I was ableto ask for one and have him say sure, others had taken everything but the ikky pastries with weird yellow fruit jelly in the middle. I asked! I complained, and he offered me one of those. I refused.

I went outside and it was some sort of campus. the weather was grey and misty. I was going towards a T in the dirt road when I was offered a strange harness-and-cart contraption, that I was supposed to pull. it looked like fun, and the girl in the cart was someone I was crushed on, so I said sure. she cautioned me to be careful on turns.

I was not careful, and ended up twisting the cart around and onto its right side. I was laughing it was so hilarious, I saw no danger in it. she was alarmed but I was able to right it easily. but we were going to different places and so the cart came to an end.

I dreamt that jack had become a biomechanical construct somehow. he needed to do so in order to survive. somehow he was living outside the fringes of society but was still interacting thoguth LJ and other online activities.

he couldn't really maintain himself and such constructs are not that normal. over time various pieces of himself began to fail. he posted what was going on in somewhat of a panick. but everyone else was too busy to help. it felt like people were waiting with bated breath to see if he'd pull this one off.

he wasn't able to and bascially the core thought process that was jack faded out. the construct needed too much work, and the last straw was when its foot literally fell apart, with the inside part sliding off into a park and the rest of it starting to rust. I was there but could do nothing. karine was online watching and couldn't do anything either.

one of the friends he had in LJ actually was able to do something about the situation from back east, but since it was a weekend he couldn't do anything until monday. by the time monday rolled around, the lj username jacktwilley had been taken by someone else.

there was a swirling feeling to all this that I normally associate with reading cyberpunk novels. I sort of think of it as the dynamism of the net.

I went on to dream of the park having a small gathering of people with someone famous (debbie harry?) singing a capella and chrissy hynde in the audience with me coaching her along and drunk while I described it all on a cell phone to karine. then mo was there talking to me in bad latin and then the dog woke me up to go potty.

I dreamt I was playing world of warcraft. the troll shaman had the herbalism trade. but the herbs he gathered we illegal. so inbetween the peacebloom and majoram, it was marijuana and e he gathered.