I was in some sort of shop, with others I think. I needed something, but it was in a big clear plastic container like that would dispense some sort of mixed drink. this container was on top of an endcap on a aisle so it was over my head.

I found myself instead trying to hold everything in this container without it bursting. I was under it, holding it up at a level above my head with my hands on either side. the liquid was a light brown color like either caramel or coffee with too much milk, except it was much more viscous. the container was so full it was starting to distort, and one end was a seal that I was afraid would burst off. finally it did, with the sound of a mage's arcane explosion in WoW. the liquid that burst out was scalding hot, and I was in such pain I woke up.

I had been asleep only 8 minutes.

I was in a war, and it was in azeroth, the world setting for warcraft. but that's about where the resemblance ends. the war was being fought with hi-tech equipment, and the military was in rather 60's-futuristic uniforms.

there was a group of people, who had either been captured, or convinced, to work with the other side. they had finally gained positions of trust, which was odd since they were not part of it. as a result they were in charge of part of this captured fortress. I didn't quite get this part. they were all female; the other side was some repressive culture... they were in almost barbarella-like silvery outfits.

meanwhile, I was with an assault group. we were entering badlands... and then we started up the slope to angor. I asked, why are we assaulting it...? right then we encountered resistance and I realized it was held by the other side. we began a determined assault, and were doing ok until the army showed up to pin us on the slope between them and the not yet captured fortress.

I was in a booth at a restaurant, some sort of breakfasty place that was well lit and sunny. heather sat next to me, and across from her was her dad, and next to him, across from me, was a guy who was either heather's bf or some mutual friends' bf.

we were talking - in theory of course - about drugs. in the course of the conversation, the guy pulls out my wallet, and lo and behold I have a few hits in there, which he proceeds to slide out from where I had been keeping them and then take for himself. all right in front of heather's dad, and anyone else in the restaurant who cared to notice. I dunno who was more appalled, me, heather, or her dad.

I had left my old work disgruntled, and hadn't really found a job adequate to replace it. what I was doing was manning some sort of folding table at the entrance to what was probably a governement building, from the grey concrete and glass architecture. it wasn't far from my old work, which in this dream was populated with a bunch of people from both brightmail and netcentives.

they had done something to upset me, and I had gone back and shouted at them. that was no big deal. when I had done so, I had this little metal mounted horse that somehow managed to lose. I was annoyed becuase the little metal horse meant something to me, but not annoyed enough to pause and recover it.

this time, thouse, they upset me a lot. I went back in there with some sort of stick - perhaps it was a flagpole. maybe the shaft of an oar? it wasn't uniformly round. I stood in a niche off the main hallway, holding it raised, and yelling. people were afraid to approach. I was poised and bouncing, sort of like when a toon in WoW is clicked to attack but is way too far away. after a bit, I was so mad that I got the relatively flat, thin end of my stick between the ends of the toes of my right foot and was working my way up the stick, crushing it to splinters.

I dreamt I was doing perforce integrates. there was the output,

Diff chunks: 1 yours + 18 theirs + 1 both + 1 conflicting

Accept(a) Edit(e) Diff(d) Merge (m) Skip(s) Help(?) [e]:

and I would type "at", "at", "at" and wonder if I should call a developer.

this one is faded pretty badly from people talking to me in the morning, and then rushing about. but I dreamed I was on some committee that was managing a software merge of technology. patrick was also on this committee. and the committee needed to meet in this building that bore an uncanny resemblance to a horde inn in wow; except there was a circular table that went around the room which was open in the middle.

we all worked in the next building over, which was the same design but a different layout inside. the lighting was all yellowy. I had to do a lot of running back and forth between the buildings, and it was clear that the project was not going to get done. at some point, going into the building with the circular table, one of the people hung themselves. they were there, dangling from the rafters, slightly to the right of center when facing in from the entrance. dressed in like a black cloak or overcoat and a bright white shirt.

htis dream faded with the events of the morning but I was with 3 other people - possibly housemates? - and we needed to pack for a trip. it was a trip like burning man or chillits, and one of the people going with hadn't been. there were two moms in the other room.

karine came to help pack, and we were trying not to talk about what was needed too loudly. but then we had to bring bulk hydrogen sulfide. I said that a little too loud and karine was all, shhhhh!. the awake corner of my mind knew that hydrogen sulfide was never desirable but anyhow. after some discussion we started packing it, it was in bulk bags like soil fertilizer, but it was white like vermiculite.

I went in the other room and then I heard a familiar ssssssSSSSSSS! coming from where karine was. this scared me. despite parental units in the house, karine was doing some of the nitrous! o noes! and she wasn't sharing with me! and what about our supplies for the trip!

I woke up and yelled at her.

I dreamt that I and a few others were in some sort of class. it was needed to qualify for some sort of uniformed service, like that operated these pyramids. well, it's fuzzy. the class was learning some sor tof symbology, and the symbols were all named in japanese. they didn't just represent words, but concepts. my co-worker Ken was the instructor.

we were taking a test, and it was werid becuase I had not learned everything, but we were surrounded by the symbols and their meanings. whenever I looked around, Ken told me I was cheating, but I didn't think so becuase nothing is context-free. after a while something happened (sort of like a nuclear plant needed attention) that we all needed to take care of, and the test was second priority. in the process of this, I was able to fill in all the mental blanks that were frustrating me on the test.