the dream has shattered but I was living in some sort of place that was a distorted landscape from oxnard. my old neighborhood was there and the fields were behind it, but the weather was dark and close, and the ocean was nearby.

I liked someone who worked at a different job than I did, and got out of work later. I got home, and started riding my bike, and called her using this strange headset, that involved putting a steel ball in my mouth as the mike pickup. we talked and talked as I rode around.

I rode up into the field, and got to a set of piers. they were stained red and finished, and in a couple places the boards were far anough apart that I had to be careful not to get the bike wheels stuck. they also were not level, but has slight, randomly placed inclines. I was riding over the water, and was surprised that in a couple places the water was high enough to slosh the pier or even put it a couple inches under, depending on the incline. in one place it looked like a peak of a wave, except unmoving.

I remarked on both the water and the weather to the person I was talking to, and somehow this convinced her to come hang out with me after she got off work. we started working out the logistics of it...

the rest faded out as I woke up and slid into another dream...

I dreamed that the google bonuses were bullshit and everyone only got $40 and change.

I dreamed I was actually there, running through UBRS (a dungeon in WoW). "actually there" means I was seeing everything in first person and whatever I was doing required body movements to do, not that I was feeling any damage inflicted to myself from the monsters encountered. one of the mages with us was Khirhee, who was underpowered, but it was still OK becuase we were mowing through the instance.

it was information overload, all the spells and damage going on, but really neat to see in first-person 3D.

I dreamt I was at clara's house, except almost not, since the bathroom was outside her bedroom. we were in bed sleeping together, unclothed. it was just barely light.

in the hallway between the bedroom door and the bathroom was a table with a shelf underneath. on the shelf was one of those cardboard boxes from an office supply store, which I think is meant to file coupons or photos and has fake wood grain printed on it. clara's cat, climbed in the box, and then started to throw up.

what she was throwing up was thin and runny and definitely unhealthy. and soaking into one corner of the box. I got up and stumbled out of the bed to see, but did not want to deal at all, with the cat throwing up ina box outside her room, while I was unclothed.