life is beginning to intrude on my dreams altogether too much.

dreamt dreamt dreamt all night that I was mediating disputes between
various people. Sometimes it was in person, sometimes in fnet. I'd
then wake up, toss and turn, go to sleep and dream of a slightly different
dispute.

Blahhhhhh :P

my dreams are not so remarkable...

I dreamed this morning that my underarm hair grew grew and was thick
and black and got to be so long that it appeared to be growing from
my nipples. Euw.

I dreamed that I went to the dentist everyone talks about...Dr Wickum,
right? and his office was in the building that used to be the bowling
lanes where my mom worked when I was a little kid. goddess went with me
(because I generally refuse to go to a dentist alone).

I went into the office and instead of getting what I expected...a fortyish-
to-middle-aged doctor-type, I got this young woman in her late 20's perhaps.
[This was actually a woman I met at Faire who had tried to sell me drugs
but that identification did not come within the dream.] She started to
take that pokey-type instrument (with which dentists investigate how bad
your dental caries get) and she poked through a particularly bad cavity and
hit the nerve and I screamed aiiieeeeeee. And I asked, what the hell
happened to Dr Wickum. And she explained that she was his daughter and had
just gotten out of dental school. Boy was I unhappy

i dreamed this 3 times:

I was reading the Sunday paper, the comics. And Bloom County was there,
and underneath it Peanuts, but they were 4 panels apiece, and the third
panel was swapped because of a proofing error. So it took a while for
me to figure out what Bloom County was saying. This particular one only
had people-characters in it (no opus, or bill the cat, etc). And it turned
out that they had a bazooka and other heavy-duty assult weaponry, and they
were bombing a government building.

do lee and george appear in my dreams so much???

I don't remember much of last night's dream...it seemed to be one long
continuous dream, I hurt my knee so I suppose that I stayed in REM
sleep relatively longer than usual.

but the part I remember really vividly was that I was supposed to make
it to some religious gathering (not sure if it was a Christian thing or
not) and I was way out in the boondocks behind LA. I was supposed to
take this one route into town and meet up with Lee, who was taking
another route, at the interchange where the two freeways met. I remember
the road was designated California 45. It went down a steep grade and
the road quality was very poor. So my car picked up a lot of speed
(it's a 70 Maverick, almost entirely steel) and it would hit these uneven
parts in the road and I was barely keeping control...it would fly and land
with a *whump*!

and had this dream...

there was all this intrigue and planning going on...I was involved
in some plot engineered by Doug to take over the world. I don't
remember it very well, but we were all in disguise. (I would remember
it better if I hadn't fallen asleep *again* after awakening from
this dream). but it turned out, that in "reality" (i.e., in my dream)
that the intrigues and plotting were all a movie I was dreaming about.
And it was this totally popular movie, that all the geeks had gone
to see.

almost faded, but still recall a lot of it...

I was joining a class on world political history, and I was joining it
late, perhaps the second or third class meeting? The class was high
school level, or possibly first-year JC level. It was very big and
was full of mostly inner-city type kids, very ethnically diverse.
the TA led me to my seat and explained to me that I had to get out
these weird map-cards with geopolitical maps on them, xerox them onto
paper, and then mark the assignment on the copies with various colored
highlighter pens. I remember the maps came in six narrow boxes within
one box, all white with blue writing on them.

after the class I started a job where I drove this weird flatbed truck
that delivered sodapop. I had to make two deliveries that day, one
was several cases of orange Nehi. 'twas weird, normally I am not strong
enough to hoist the crates, and I recognized this in the dream, but
I still managed to get them delivered. but I was very tired after
doing so, so I let these three kids from my class drive the truck home
to my mom's house. halfway there, I realized, wait a minute, there's
no reason I should trust these people whom I just met with this truck
I am responsible for. so I started pounding on the window (they were
in the cab and I was riding behind) to try to convince them to let me
drive again. they didn't; but we all got to my mom's house safely and
my mistrust was misplaced.

I dreamed that peanut house was in some kind of weird space warp, so
that it was much much bigger on the inside than it was on the outside.
and once you went inside, it was like a cross between a warehouse and
a pantry, with all these painted white shelves, all in a row, with goods
(house supplies like toilet paper and food) on them, and there was blue
and white cheese cloth hanging in front of the shelves, so that to get to
the stuff on the shelves, you had to push it aside.

Carolee told me, this was to prevent undesirables from sticking around,
because people who were undesirable would dislike this setup, and then
they would leave without asking.

so then I went into another room, and Alia had given both Heather and me
accounts on samsara. so I sat down on the console and tried to remember
all the stuff I used to know about running a NeXT. and I couldn't quite
remember how to taylor a directory listing so that it would make sense.
(without all the damn icons). so I decided to sit there until Adam got
back cuz I knew he would know how and he would tell me what I had forgotten.
while I waited I decided to play billiards (which is my favorite game on
a NeXT). I realized I had to turn off the sound, because it would bug
other peanut haus people if I was making that much noise on the computer
late at night. so I started to play, and then I realized the display was
all black and white. and I wondered what good really was a NeXT that
was black and white. and then I woke up.

we were in this condo complex that was in a skyscraper, and we were
all part of this weird society that was sort of like the SCA, except
more period for the Renaissance as far as garbing people went. oh...
"we" is myself, heather, adrienne, regina, matthew, qarin, and various
other peanut house and echo street geeks.

we were all getting dressed up in our finest garb for the queen to come
visit us. the weird thing was that apparently the ruling elite in this
society actually had some kind of recognized power in the real world.
but my dream didn't elaborate on this very much.

well, for some reason we had a bit of a problem getting qarin into
the right kind of garb, she was too well-endowed to fit into her own
clothes, and we kept trying on other people's clothes, which of course
didn't fit. this was kind of a bummer because matthew was related to
the queen somehow (some sort of royal cousin) and so they were to be
in the procession. throughout all of this matthew sat against the
wall, dressed in wine-colored velvet, drinking and chatting with, hm,
i think regina.

I was trying to configure a PC-clone, and I couldn't get it to work.
(surprise topic of dream, heh.) umlaut and yvonne were helping me.
suddenly, space aliens appeared, and whisked away computer, umlaut,
and yvonne in this giant fisshing net. then they were inside the
computer, which had grown to giant size.

the first one involved my being on some weird mission in africa
that involved my leading people down a river towards the ocean.
I can't remember if everyone was swimming or not, but I had to be.
I was mostly doing the breast stroke, but it was in a river and
the current would occasionally force my head underwater at a bad
time so I kept getting mouthfuls of icky river water. :P finnaly
oops, finally, I got to this point where the river turns and then
has a 30' fall, and I had to scramble to stop and get out of the
river. it was very cloudy and cold (typical Santa Cruz weather,
though I don't know why that appeared in my African setting).

i dreamed i was reading a magazine on how to fix-up an old, shitty
boat. but the magazine cautioned against trying to fix the "bullet"
part of a speedboat, because it would never be properly strong enough.

[now i have never heard of the "bullet" part of a speedboat. so in
my dream i had to puzzle this out, and finally figured out that it was
the forward-facing part of the underside of the boat, which of course
would act like a ram intake if there was a hole in it.]

I was on some mission to bring a message from somewhere
and I had to do it by riding my bike down the grapevine
in the summer to some destination

but i was hot and so I stopped at a mcdonalds near magic mountain
to get a drink or a shake and cool off

i had to walk up these concrete steps to get to the entrance to the
mcdonalds, i was faint from riding my bike too fast in the heat

who knows why my brain picks up the people it uses to process my
dreams?

last night I dreamed a generational story. like how a family
evolved over 4 generations. I think I was in the second generation
of the story. I don't remember all the events of the dream. I do
remember the family had their own graveyard.

the end of the story came when my generation was old. I had 3 siblings,
and the oldest one was Gerald. He was dying, and they told it to us by
saying, "the patriarch is now turning orange." and I remember frwoning
within my dream thinking, who is my older brother? and it was Gerald.
and he was orange. and old. and I thought to myself, this is silly,
he can't die of old age *now*." so I grabbed him by the upper arms
and shook him and said STOP THAT.

and we went walking through the graveyard on a cloudy day.

and then the alarm woke me up. pesky thing.

well, this was really weird, but I dreamt I was ms cinnamon girl up^^
there. I don't really remember everything I did in my dream, the
dream was sort of a "day in the life of" style, but I remember this
overwhelming sensation of "I wouldn't do this *this* way!" but I
couldn't stop it, because I wasn't *me*, so of course things were
getting done differently. It was so weird. Like I was locked into
a personality that didn't fit me right.

well my dream then segued into this horrible part where not only was
I forced to watch all of _Gone with the Wind_, I was also forced to
sit through all the sequels and parodies and TV spoofs of it ever
made, none of which, of course had Clark Gable in them. >shudder<
[i really dilike _Gone with the Wind_ and, frankly, most of the tales
of the rape of the South after the Civil War. WHich is probably what
forced me into the next part of the dream...]

i dreamed that heather was teaching me how to play ultimate
frisbee, except it was indoors, and once you got good you no
longer played it with a frisbee, but a blue requetball, which
would seem to float in the air becuase it would spin so fast.

and i thought boy, if i wrote a paper on the aerodynamic flow
around the ball, i could be famous.

later, we switched to a square (or rather cube) "ball"

I dreamt that I was living in this other place, and that one of the
little rats got pregnant and had lots and lots of little ratbabies
in the ashtray of my pickup, which for some reason was stuck in the
top floppy drive bay of my old 286.

and I had to go and get this poster of _The Piano_, which was starring
Uma Thurmann (?-sp), but it was an old 20's flick. and I got a poster
and a postcard of it, autographed by her in purple calligrapher's pen,
for my friend Eugene. The whole time, I had to carry the ashtray with
the babies in it, and try not to let any of them fall out, while not
being able to touch them.

I need to get rid of the extra rats.

oh, and Uma was a 20's silent movie star, dressed in the style of the
times and everything. I felt very out of place.

wow, it's mostly faded now, i really wanted to remember this one

jD was doing some kind of biology experiment that was going to
get launched into space and orbit the earth, and the funding for it
was iffy, he was competing with some scientist down the hall in his
building for the space onboard the shuttle

and jD's project got cancelled

and then it wasn't jD, it was the other scientist, and HE got cancelled
but he was really mad. so he cam into the ofice where I worked, which
amazingly resembled a post office, except with a lot of desks behind
the counter instead of whatever is there in post offices, and he shrieked
"cut my funding will you! I can't believe you are denying me my position!"
[on the shuttle for his experiments] and he pulled out a shot gun and

I don't remember any of my dreams last night, or this morning. I don't
even know *if* I dreamed. All I know is that I woke up with the original
version of FUNKYTOWN residing through my head. jD, I am going to step
on your foot the next time I see you. :P

i dreamed that for some reason the catholic church regained most of
its former power and they had come to our house to inspect and ensure
that we (heather and I) weren't heretics or pagans.

somehow i got wind of this before hand and managed to hide all the evidence

I dreamt that I really needed to get gas, and all I had was this funky gas
card for "Gulf" gasoline, except the logo wasn't right for the real company.
So I pulled into this gas station that used to be the USA gas near my mom's
house, but now it was a Gulf. The way the station worked was that you pulled
up to a booth and paid and then went and pumped your gas at the next available
pump. But somehow I got pointed the wrong way, and I had to turn around, and
well you know how aggravating other drivers are at gas stations, they are
always in your way...and I had *so* much difficulty getting my truck turned
around....

it was the future, or at least some kind of parallel present...
and I was in cyberspace, no, not geeking at a terminal, but inside
the net like in a William Gibson novel...

I was navigating through western Europe, didn't yet know why, until
A HA! I was caught! "Caught you!" said these funky Chip and Dale
representations. so I ran away

and suddenly an international team of [spies? assasins? enforcers?]
was chasing me, heather, and matthew, for we had been running this
embezzlement scam across the net, and I had fucked up breaking into this
system and now we were in Trouble

I was at my mom's house, and she got a part time job working 11 hours
a week at the library. She was really pleased about it, it gave her
something to do and she also got to learn about computers.

heather and I went to visit her for lunch, and got something that looked
like a chef's salad, exxcept made with tofu instead of chicken. It
was pretty gross. I remember vaguely waking up and asking heather
if the place we went actualy made such a thing, or if I made it up
in my dream.

that I was going to this party at echo. except, the neighborhood around the
house was a little different, and echo had a parking lot with about a dozen
or so parking spaces on each side of the house, and the driveway into it
approched from down the hill so it was hard to get into if you drove a stick.

I was driving the really trashed white volvo that was heather's. there
was no parking in the pariking lot...ad I left to hunt for (unlikely) parking
on the (rather steep) street, heather drove up in my maverick.

don't think there was anymore to that dream...oh, jonl was still a resident
in my dream, but funkster was not.

i had a bunch of dreams last night...i wouldn't be surprised
if all I did was REM...

---
i dreamt that my friend ian mailed me and asked me out for dinner,
and gave me all kinds of guilt because I haven't emailed him nor
talked to him in ages. Oops. I guess I better email him...

---
i dreamt i was working for pete wilson's reelection campaign. i can't
remember in what capacity, but i remember aphrael was the person i worked
the most closely with. things were going very badly, and it was all my
fault. apparently there was some important dinner an i had messed up
somehow and caused a great embarassment to the governor. aphrael was
totally pissed at me because it was going to be up to him to fix the
mess.

...there was a lot more going on than just this, but i don't remember
it at all. sigh. i hate it when that happens. o well. this was the
gist of it, anyways.

i had the most disturbing experience

i was having a dream (of course why ELSE am I posting it here?)
about whatever, lalala I was at SLO Faire of COURSE there were
vivid and nonsensical dreams, when suddenly, a light lit up at the
bottom of my field of vision, kinda like an idiot light on a car
dashboard, it said "Message" in red...