I dreamt that I and 3 others were in a sprawling ranch house, in the woods, at night. the house really was a ranch house and not a tract housing wannabe, with hardwood floors and wood walls, shiny reddish wood. it was ill-lit but there was a moon outside.

the other three were, Karine, Clara, and a 12 or 13 year old girl. we were related or at least, all very close, and Karine and I were younger. we were in nightgowns in the living room part of the house, and cold. there were dogs in the other parts, preventing us from getting to the door. these dogs were big and black, like bohdan, but vicious. we could hear them snuffling.

they were there precisely to prevent us from getting away; they and the house were owned by these guys, and we realized that the guys had every intention of raping and killing us. there wasn't much we could do, however, with the dogs, and wwe huddled together for comfort and warmth, miserable and at a loss for how to solve the situation.

once I realized I wasn't going to solve it, I woke up. 4-something am, and I was shaking and upset.

I dreamt that some occasion arose that I needed to wear my boots for. I rooted around in my closet and got out the steeltoe engineer boots I had with red and blue paint on them. but as usually they didn't feel quite right. I dug around some more and got the right hand boot from another pair, the taller motorcycle type. these were broken in more, and I put my foot in, gingerly because I was afraid I hadn't worn them in so long maybe a spider took up home in there.

I dug around for the left boot, and finally found it. I put my foot in it gingerly, too, and then found that the buckle to the strap across the foot was gone, mostly. it appeared to be chewed off. in my dream I knew which pet had done it but the day's events have blurred that knowledge by now. where the buckle should have been affixed the leather underneath looked brown, uncured.

I was in space, with another, and we were going through a large ship or installation in which everyone had died. there were bodies everywhere. some were skeletons, and some where in gear. there were no inbetween states with the bodies; they were skeletons, in a state like the undead in wow with bones sticking out, or whole.

the person with me was a slimly-built guy with islander coloring and scruffy curly hair. he was beautiful. very white teeth. he was not wearing a shirt.

what exactly killed all these people was a mystery to us, we poked around and could not figure it out. but at some point, I got knocked out... did we both? and when I woke up, my spine was sticking out like an undead. perhaps it was caused by whatever killed these people.

anyhow, my partner was scornful of this situation, and said his skin always managed to be complete and contain him. I was annoyed as this had never happened before and was thinking how to fix it. in the dream-environment, apparently having one's spine stick out could happen and there was a fix for it, but I didn't know what it was.

it was late afternoon in a city setting like los angeles. in other words, low buildings, wide streets, lots of sunny blue sky. i was working as part of an anti-terrorist unit or something like that.

I came to this place where the storefronts had an awning supported by 2' wide brick pillars. people would shop, or wait outside, and there was the occasionaly dog tied up. about 1/3 of the way up the street - north east? away from sun - crosby was tied to one of the pillars. I was unhappy at seeing him there and thought that was out of place. I stopped to pet him, and realized something was very wrong.

I backed up just in time as he burst into flames, set there by the terrorists. there was nothing I could do as I watched him burn to death, other than keep people away to prevent a public injury. I called it in but there was nobody close enough to help.

then, the dream repeated. and I knew what was going to happen, and looked at different angles, and again could not stop it.

then, it repeated again, except at the start a WoW character, this warrior Cylani, materialized, with a power to detect that the dog was set up to be on fire. so everyone knew in advance, but could not stop it.

it was a bright crisp morning over a dingy city built across a river. I was with a bunch of others and we were driving across town in two cars. I'm not sure if we had drivers. Tim was in the other car. people were urging me to drop my problem with him.

the cars reached one of the bridges and stopped. Tim and I got out and walked in the morning air, looking down at the water and water-traffic and talking. I don't know about what. he was in a nice wool shortcoat; our breath was steaming in the air. I wondered if we'd ever regain our friendship, but doubted it since out viewpoints were different.

in the background was a tower with a display like a sports scoreboard (all the little lights that effectively make a digital display).

I dreamt that I was about to take a shower. I started to wipe off the fixture when I felt a sting in the third finger of my right hand. looking, I found that shards of very thin glass had gotten caught in there. they were very hard to see. getting them out, I wasn't sure little bits hadn't broken off to get into the bloodstream.

I looked and there were more in the shower. I washed them and they got caught in hair catcher in the drain. I left them there, not sure of the safe thing to do.

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.

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

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...

this one has faded out b/c I am entering it much later. but I dreamed that we were preparing to go camping in yosemite, but that it had prehistoric animals as a hazard. the prep was a bit more extensive. driving there I realized that it was not really different from un'goro, and in my mind the two locations got all intermixed...

I was working on a large spaceship as part of some organization. the spaceship had a very large central area that seemed like a cross between a cafeteria and a downtown area. it very much bustled. the lighting was sort of yellowy.

we got word of some disaster and evacuation procedures were initiated. I was told to call the folks I reported to on the cel phone, they were on a different ship. I put off doing so. it was tim and caitlin (tim catlin and clara's friend caitlyn) and the cel phone id was tjocaitlyn and went to both of them.

I was shown the escape pod thing I was supopsed to be in, and I did not trust it. the way the seats were looked like they would fold forward and I would have my back crushed. after concluding maybe the entire thing was a ruse to kill me, I called them. they told me to get out of there and take the escape thing on the left. I went to it and someone demonstrated how the seat would lock flat and extended for proper maneuvering in space etc. I was comforted but put off getting into it.