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.

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 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 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 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.

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...

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.

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.

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.

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 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.

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 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.

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 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 was dreaming in fits. the alarm kept going off. I don't remember it all but the overarching theme was that I had to prove myself.

in one scene though I was to go hottubbing with a bunch of people. some of theme were coworkers or otherwise professional acquaintances and I really really was uncomfortable taking my clothes off in front of them. I did not want them to see how out of shape I was. finally someone convinced me that I was in OK shape. I took off my clothes and headed for a hottub.

Matt G was in there and saw me. unlike other people who would not say anything, he calls things like he sees 'em and he said something like o wow, shari, I did not know you looked like that. hey look at shari, she looks good!

I did not feel good about that either becuase it made it obvious to me that people had thought or talked about the way I look and dress.

I don't remember the details too much but I dreamed that we were supposed to be driving somewhere, caravaning with a group of people in some sort of car club setting. we were in a red convertible BMW, but it was an exception, they wanted us to be driving blue volvos which were older (rounded design, that old). the blue was sort of a metallic sky blue.

we ended up going through some gate, following another 3 or 4 people in a blue volvo. there was some implication of spying going on, and a potential for a shootout.

that's all I remember :-/

I dreamt that I was running late, and was getting ready to leave from my mom's house. I was in my mom's room with the overhead light on, laptop on the bed as I got my shit together. the bed was my parents' old kingsize with that cheap blanket on it they used to have with the funky square weave.

my friend in warcraft whose name I don't know, started talking to me in YIM. the name she was using was "angela swarthie", apparently a reference to british literature that I did not know. we talked for a long time, probably half an hour, before I actually noticed that we were talking outside the warcraft game framework. then, I was surprised, pleased, and embarassed all at the same time. the conversation was intense, and in YIM, not proteus which is what I usually use on the laptop. I promised to make sure I was accessible during the day.

the dream is shattered by so much input from fussy pets on wakking up, but I try to put it back together.

I somehow got involved in theatre in some generic urban environment. I sort of happened upon the production and got involved, even though I had no prior experience to recommend me. I don't remember what I was doing but I do know I had a bicycle as my transport to and from there. the director was a dictator.

it was the afternoon before dress rehearsl, and we were working on a scene in which everyone was lines up chorus-line like and various breakouts where to take place. people didn't really get it was a rehearsal and the director meant it when he said "don't move unless I tell you." every time someone moed he wrote down their name, and he had a cardboard box full of onions. I think the people whose names were written down were going to be forced to eat an onion, like it was an apple, later.

normally I like this stage in putting toegther a production, it's the last rehearsal before people are in costume and uptight and in front of an audience. it's the last time in a while you see things performed with confidence. in this, however that was missing.

me and some others has to go to my mom's house in eastern plaguelands. I am not sure why. however I ws told, ans somehow hadn't known, that it was haunted, and I was there to see for myself, and maybe do something about it.

when we first went it it was early afternoon, and everything was fine, although it wass quiet. the house looked liek a kaufman-brode dealy with its residents out, except a little cluttered. I walked through and did a pretty detailed mental comparison with the thinktank, but I don't remember it now as clearly as it stood out in my mind in the dream. it was pretty close, except this house was a single floor.

on the table in the dinig area were 10 candles in a pattern. they were the colour of purple advent candles and were of varying widths, in glass holders.

I can't remember the dream - it faded with the fussy dog - but it involved my trying to accomplish something using the the warcraft interface that was like for crafting. I had to drag an icon into the little box and then I would get what I needed, done.

"what I needed" was nothing to do with warcraft, and is the part that was faded. bah.

I was driving north on the 101, just west of the 101/405 interchange. I was in the left lane and it was early afternoon. on my right and a little in front, two lanes over, was a car that was like an old brown station wagon. I think I knew the driver.

another car merged onto the freeway and I saw early on by the angle there was a collision in its destiny. it was gonna hit my friend's car. I tried to use a cel or radio to say something, but no way. the collision happened and the brown car spun in traffic. I could not tell if other cars would hit it but I thought that likely.

I should have stopped but I kept driving. I felt bad but what could I do?

I dreamt it wsa my last day at work. it involved a lot of the players that my last day at work in real life involved too. the work floor was mostly this empty upstairs woom, with brown carpet and workstations on picnic tables. at the entrance to the floor I had christmas lights strung in a sheet. the light pattern corresponded to the script commands I had to build the java components.

Cynsa was at lunch and I was prepping to leave. I realized that Cynsa had been building the java by hand and it was really important that she use the script. I also realized that she would need to mod the script as the code evolved. I went and pulled down the christmas lights so I could put them at her picnic-table with a note about it. Weezy and I chatted while I did so. it was a lot of christmas lights.

Maria walked up and reminded me that I was not allowed to remove anything from the premises. annoyed, I told her I was just putting the lights at Cynsa's desk so she would have the means to modify this script. I did not tell her I'd already taken home my own christmas lights the previous day. I had to go behind Weezy's and Leyla's workstation at the far end of the room to get there. Leyla started telling me about her email address, so I logged into jab to mail her something. I typo'd the email address and when I tried to correct it, the screen locked up and I could not anymore.

i woke up this morning with the dream memories from last night and the night before intermingled. I sorted them out, and then the events of the morning drove it all out of my head.

bah.

it was night, and I drove to the store. I got there, and has to get something out of the car; 3 out of the 4 cashier stands were open, and I didn't trust the people in line not to steal my wallet, which was one of those big fat clutch things some women have. I put it in a basket as far from a location where someone could grab it as possible, and went and got whatever it was I needed out of the car.

I came back and needed to wait in the entrance way (this store had double-sliding glass doors) until one of the cahiers was freed. I waited, and they all finished at once. I came in to get my things to buy, and the lights were then shut out as the store was closing. I shouted "hey!" but to no avail. I came back to the entrance and thought I had been locked in til I saw the door on the right was propped halfway open (the sliding glass wa sno longer powered).

I turned around but they were already in the back of the store counting out I guess, so I left, frustrated.

i was living in a house that was in a more rural area. the houses were scattered about on the little hills, which were somewhat overgrown. this house was sort of a rancher and had sliding glass doors to the backyard. there was a concrete area and then spotty grass to the weathered back fence. behind was a hill and how it was all fenced off wasn't obvious. the fence to my own yard was incomplete; it was open off to the left where the driveway was.

the weather there tended to be southern. lots of mugginess, overcast, somewhat warm, lots of green. anyhow. I was hanging clothes on the clothesline when I heard some sound. I looked up and up the hill in beterrn yards was a huge poodle. I called bohdan to go give the poodle waht-for. once bohdan saw the poodle he ran out the yard and up the hill. I was not too worried about a fight.

then another dog ran up the hill from the street, and the owner ran after. now, I was worried. I called bohdan off but he wouldn't come. I was afraid he would bite this other person. I came and pulled him off, sent him back in the house. said I was sorry, and went into the house myself.

I dreamt I was in some sort of private academy in the woods. the guys and girls were separated, or more like, there was a group of elite guys in some sort of fraternity or whatever within the school. those of us who weren't a part of it - mostly girls but some guys - we all didn't like them and suspected them of some serious evildoing.

the fratlike guys were having some sort of dinner, and we were not part of it. they took over the gym to set it up and we were locked out. I managed to infiltrate to see what they were serving. we had some word they were going to eat hogs' asses. I went to the table, and there were three of them, perfectly fromed buttocks. they looked like a persons' half-a-butt. I went back outside to my compatriots and told the tale.

the first part of the dream is lost. it involved household woes, and we were living on a military base in officer country. the officers and their spouses were a pretty tight bunch. the base was in a hot, muggy area. think like south africa although I don't really know how muggy south africa is. the housing was like bungalows.

I was an admiral or something a la honor harrington. I was at some other officers' bungalow and we were discussing the pending war (which involved fleets in space of course). it turned out the enemy fleet outnumbered us, but we had the odd intelligence that all the ship captains were black. we started playing snooker at a pool table that was too small. I mused on how the intelligence could be used to provoke, maybe, even though the notion was distasteful and i would probably be reprimaded.

we were really only shooting the cue ball, and it wasn't clear to me whether with just one ball if we were shooting to hit the pocket or maximize the numbers of rebounds. the ball went in a corner pocket. I looked to see where it went - it was one of the tables where the balls roll to the side - but I could not find it. finally I gave up and told the officer I was visiting (he was on my staff) summon the captains, I have a plan, distateful as it is. I moved to put the cue stick in the rack and stepped out the screen door.

there was no doubt we would win, and no doubt there would be a political backlash since the race card would be played to provoke an attack.

I don't remember what, if anything, I dreamed in terms of a story or setting. but when I woke up this morning it was to having the word "hepzibah" thundering through my head.

that happens sometimes, that a word with the "round" phenomes will get stuck in my semi-conscious head. hepzibah. heh.

so the main character in my dream was like this little squirrely high school kid. he had sandy brown hair and that bowl cut like the youngest kid had in the old TV show Eight is Enough. people picked on him, and in rebellion, he got involved in soccer.

in my dream soccer wasn't the same sport as in real life, but involved a lot of powerkicks and stopping the ball. there are a lot of scenes early on in the dream which show him flying backwards, cartoon-like, with the ball in his midsection and his limbs trailing, to smash into a tile wall.

but he was good at it. eventually, though he disappeared. what happened?

my parents were gone, but I had a big family. near stanford, I guess. I was living in their house with karine and one other person. I had started to renovate my old room, and had all the walls prepped, when this distinctive squiggle pattern appeared. like someone drew with a sharpie. it was about 18" long and sloped upwards to the right. I wasn't happy but I fixed it.

the next day the entire part of the wall was covered with the squiggles. karine came with me and marvelled at them. she was amused, I was not. I looked at them closer. the entire pattern was made up of a's and b's, with short vertical and horizontal lines connecting them. on a second look, the horizontal lines were carved in like with an exacto knife.

in other words, the plaster wall was ruined, that would be hard to sand out and impossible to paint over right. it became obvious that karine had done it. when I asked her why, she said she had a cold and was fighting it by working out the molecular structure.

i dreamt that i stole a bus, an 80's style big blue bus...

...and i parked it somewhere, where i had to run an errand. it was parked at a bus stop, of course, on the left side of the road, a lot like near fremont & market in san francisco. i left it for abotu 45 minutes... came back, and the DPT lady was there. she hadn't yet started writing the ticket, so i tried to schmooze. she smirked at me and said it was out of her hands, and even if not she couldn't back down from a $10000 ticket and all the press. all the press?! i looked around and there was another DPT dude in his cart thing so i couldn't pull out. he pointed out to me where only the first carlength of buss was legal and the rest was in a no parking. my heart sank as i looked...

I dreamt I was a sysadmin and had been sent to a training. I worked for a company that did online translations, or something. my boss was Maria.

part of the training was np-complete problems, but the other part was pattern recognition, and to show we had understood it we were given several problems in the end. the problems were complicated, and went basically like this. given a set of five letters, find the missing letters in the pattern, remove them all from the alphabet, and figure out a message embedded in the remaining letters. there were 5 or 6 sets of such letters. the problem was solvable, but the test was timed. I think figuring out the missing letters in the shortest amount of time was supposed to be the np-complete part.

I started working my way through it but kept getting presented with distractions. the third set of letters started introducing umlauts and such (ë ö) and that really threw me for a loop. I was still figuring that out (and was close to a solution) when the time was up.

so for the longest time I have not been having dreams! not that I can remember anyhow. my journal is languishing.

the night before last, I slept a full 9 hours. I think I dreamt the entire time. most of the dreams have faded. but the last one stuck with me.

I was working in a beach town, sort of like mahattan beach or a place like that full of lots of pavement and low level buildings. I was in a warehouse prepping a shuttle for launch, but it was smaller than a minivan. actually it looked sort of the size of a full bobsled. I wondered, mightily, how a 7 man crew was going to fit in it, and not kill each other all cooped up in space with no escape.

we had some sort of experiment, or cooking device, I can't tell, that looked like a rather large camp stove, and when we put it in the shuttle, it took up most of the floor.

I haven't remembered my dreams in so long, and this morning it was like I was having two in parallel.

in the first dream, I and a bunch of people were meeting in a fairly small town up north to go to the movies. most of these people were ex-coworkers and their spouses, such as Keith and his wife, or CJ and his family. the theatre was in an old downtown area. a little courtyard was in front of it and some overly buff cheerleaders were doind a baton-twirling demo. I ended up kicking my shoes off in the courtyard, I don't remember why.

once we went in the theatre the previews were already playing. I and Alex B beelined for these seats that were in the centre, at the front of the back section. we settled there and then realized the way this theatre was chopped up it gave us a terrible angle at the screen, which was now too close, and up to our right.

in the other dream I was talking with three other women, I think one was Mo and one was Megan, we were in my living room during the afternoon. I was talking about Google's hiring needs and showing them written on a paper to one person, who then chose to pass the paper to the others. this made me really nervous as while it's well known Google is hiring, the numbers are confidential.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 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 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 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 dreamt I was talking to clara, and realized she was stoned. I could tell by the expression on her face. the realization must have shown on my own expression, because she said dude. I do this from time to time. you didn't really believe I didn't, did you? I wasn't sure what to say back, because, well, I had.

this dream is pretty garbled, but I guess I was in some situation where we were living under adverse economic conditions (like the great depression, where everyone is broke). there was some sort of nazi-like persecution of minorities. I and a few others were supposed to come up with some sort of recipe or something for a contest.

apparently the recipe invovled making an edible cover for a piano. we were soing this in some sort of fairly large and ill-lit studio soundstage. I started by somehow covering the piano (a little cabinet one) from the keys up in gelatin. I had to go then and someone else on my team took some sort of stiff lacy-like edible wrapper and covered it. the entire concoction, one finished, was supposed to protect the piano, and yet be edible.

time passed, and there was something in there about a baseball game, but in the end this did not work and we had to start over. a lot of fingerpointing happened.

this dream faded because my computer sounds off when people sign on and off chat, which tore my thoughts away from the dream on waking up. but what I remember is I was on some sort of staff, maybe for like a hospital. I hung out with three other people, two women and a guy. the guy was like a rather large pac islander type.

they had just made some sort of announcement - like we were migrating to a new location, or something unusual like that - and we were out of the meeting and going to eat. one of the women with me was getting stalked, but hadn't noticed yet? anyhow as we approached the food seating I asked the other two if they could sit so as to prevent this other guy from eating with us. we ended up in a booth in an uncomfortably crowded seating arrangement, but it got the point across.

there was way more to it, with office politics and intrigue, but all that stuck in my head was the seating thing.

I dreamt that I was a character in wow, and the character attributes (like int) were like data that was physically gathered in a soft format. everytime I acquired more there was a swirling orangey glow around my head and torso that would intensify, and not quite dissipate.

then the hardware I stored these attributes on failed, and there was no recovery. all that int & spi, gone just like that.

I was at some sort of posh gathering of people at a house in the country. the house has all thea amenities, with a pool and tennis courts out back, with a stable and hiking and riding trails behind. the was some sort of feeling of being there under duress. it was late summer / early fall in northern california, the weather reminds me of northern faire workshops towards the end of them.

I was with a friend who didn't know anyone. we walked up to an outdoor bar (not a serving one, but on where people could just stand and rest their drinks) and observed everyone milling about doing various activities. EJ was there near the tennis courts with a couple friends I barely knew. I decided I was remiss and should start introducing my friend. they walked up to the other side of the bar, and EJ set his drink down. I realized he was drinking from this plastic container that looked like it dispenses disposable towlettes. it had a red cap. I couldn't picture anything in there not getting tainted with the original contents.

I introduced and and this is EJ, who is drinking.... something gross. and he got sort of defensive. hey man, this container is totally handy. I stumbled over the names of the others, but he filled them in.

i was at some sort of showing of neil gaiman's film works. this was exciting becuase it also had some of his older stuff which he had disavowed. one of the movies was very dark, perhaps it was his first? it had this trick with the credits where when his name showed, as director (joint with someone else), his face appeared and zoomed out. so not his current style.

in the movie there were three guys in tight black clothes, with tight black hats, armed and waiting on a roof in some post apocalytic urban environment. everything was black on black. the guns they had were very long barreled, exaggerattedly so.

and then my perspective changed and I was one of them, in the movie's environment. one of the others was darrel. I am still not sure why we were doing what we were doing. defending... ? against the regime? against mutants? against our own warped imaginations?

before the last dream, or perhaps before those events but part of the same dream, I dreamed i was working in a new job in los angeles. one of the guys working there was CJ.

I was still working out my optimum route/transport to and from work. I had to drive over a grade to get there. I knew of one route and that is what I had been taking. it was some name that has faded but had two words in it, like nuevo verde or something along those lines.

I had been talking to CJ about this sort of thing and it came close to quittin time. turns out I could not drive myself home for some reason and CJ said he'd drive me. I told him that was kind, and sure. we got in his car, and he took off... up this grade.

I dreamt either I or someone very close was living in a onestorey flat with hardwood floors, painted white inside and out. in a beach community. I think it was my place. there was a chaise lounge chair next to the window to the right of the door. to the left of the door was the dining area and lots of windows. the dining area opened out to a patio area that someone at the door could see into if they stood on their toes and looked over.

we had a party and there was lots of nitrous. it was in the afternoon, and I was concerned that people could be seen through the windows from the street, especially whoever was sitting in the chaise lounge. I had to run to the nearby store and checked for noise and visibility from the outside, and found to my surprise and satisfaction it was not too loud and whoever was in the chaise lounge sank into it past the point of visibility.