I dreamed that it was early morning, not dark but before sunrise, and I was
driving over the hill with Amity. Or was it twilight? It was both at the
same time...my confusion on this echoed throught the dream. I was in my car,
which is sometimes reluctant to acknowledge the brakes...At the top of the hill
was this little tourist village. There was a diner, a movie theatre, a fancy
restaurant, a bunch of knickknack shops, and two stores that were like
sporting goods type stores. As I came up to the top, there were cars parked
in marked spaces on the road, and I hit one of them because I mis-estimated
my speed going around a turn. My right headlight broke, and the parked
vehicle (a black Isuzu pickup) got its bumper skewed about a foot to the left.

I drove away and parked somewhere else. Amity knew who owned the truck, it
belonged to a geek (but not a real person. Some short blonde whose name I
can't quite remember. It was short and exotic and it was her login too) who
worked in one of the stores. The store in question was closing, and we
couldn't find her. I wasn't sure I wanted to. I wandered off and looked in
all the shops. I ended up in a room like a locker room. There were a couple
of guys there who seemed to be making a drug deal, so I left. I tried to
find my car, but got lost. I did find the theatre though; it was fancy and
expensive, decorated in blue. It looked more like it belonged in Century
City than at the top of the hill. I ended up on the side of the complex away
from hwy 17. I didn't know where I was at all, or how to find my car.

Then I realized I was dreaming, and was pretty relieved, because it has been
almost 3 years since my last accident and I could use the lowered insurance
rates. So I went back to the car and was bitterly disappointed that no,
I had not been dreaming, there was the smashed headlight, and somewhere in
there Amity was telling me no *way* was she letting me drive back to Santa
Cruz, not when I couldn't even tell if I was awake or asleep...

Our housemate was Peter Gabriel. He couldn't pay the rent. I said well
then we will have to throw him out, if he can't make the rent.

He was supposed to sing on a Satuday morning TV special. I was too sleepy
to get up and watch it. After he sang he was supposed to draw a name for
someone to win $2 million. He pulled my name! The $2 million was in a safety
deposit box in a bank. Amity was there and he gave her the key to give to
me later.

I was amazed and happy when she gave me the key. I decided we wouldn't throw
him out for not making the rent after all.

I was trying to acheive Enlightenment by meditating in a lotus position.
For some reason I was doing this on a sidewalk in a downtown-Oakland-like
place when it was threatening to rain. My hands were relaxed on my lap...
some teacher brought her class to a nearby park on a field trip, and one of
them noticed me, and said "look at her hands, aren't they in the [number
forgotten here]th position of the Buddha?" ANd I wanted to laugh, but it
would break my concentration, so I just meditated faster.

ahahahaha meditated faster. the concept was so ludicrous I woke up

I don't remember a whole lot of it. It was at my mom's house, but not as it
is now, but rather as it was when my dog died when I was 12. There was a
young girl (teenybopper age, about 13-14) and I was sort of like an angel
and there was this demonic being, and we were contesting for which one of
us would have the final say in the path the girl took for the rest of her
life. The contest was very subtle, we were not allowed to overtly control
the girl, but only try to influence her decisions. Of course I had been
losing.

Somehow the girl found out about it. I don't remember that part very well
at all. But since she found out about it the rules changed and now the
contest was more direct. I can't remember...anyways. The girl was no longer
a part of the conflict except as she chose (that was part of the rules).
We finally decided that we would have a contest of wills, we would meet
and sit at this huge round table and after that there would be no more
between us. The girl was going to help him.

A lot of things happened to interfere with my showing up on time to the table.
Then I found out that for it all to work I was required to give some blood.
I thought at first it was two quarts and that made me worry if I would still
be able to win (my adversary did not have to give any blood). Hm, there
was more to this part too but all I remember is a wicker basket big enough
for a child to sit in. I later found out all that was needed was a pint,
and I thought "Oh, then, that's not a problem." Hm, I think I had
misunderstood the part about the blood, it didn't necessarily have to come
from me (it was used to bind power into the ritual struggle or something
like that). But once I said that, then it did. It was through things like
this that the demonic guy gained his advantage.

Finally all was ready, but I went into the bathroom first and found out the
toilet was overflowing. I started to clean it up, but worried that they
would think I was a coward, because now I was late. He came in behind me and
he did ask if I was trying to avoid facing him.

The last thing that happened before the alarm went off was I sat down at the
huge round table, two seats to his right, and we were about to begin. The
girl sat to his immediate left.

I am sure this dream was caused by reading all the SQ posts in sci-fic node
in forum...

This dream was weird because I kept jumping from character to character.

We were in this high tech sub, I guess it was a couple or three hundred years
in the future. I and my husband (????) were a "torpedo-scout team", which
menat we got into wet suits and were shot out behind torpedos out the tubes
to scout for enemy/weird phenomena in the water around the sub. It was his
turn to go, and he climbed in the tube and was sent off...whoosh...

I had a nightmare of sorts.

I can't remember the plot, only the part that scared me,
if scared is the word.

There was this protest outside of a federal-looking building...
the people attending were older, perhaps in their forties? and they
had all been part of some radical movement when they were in college.
They were gathering because the govt had done something about whatever
their cause had been in college (I want to say it was abortion). Anyways,
when they were in college, a lot of them had been rather violent.

Someone got hurt, and one of the protestors (did I mention they were all
well dressed?) turned out to be a doctor. He bent over the guy to see
what was wrong, if he could help, and then

that I was on the east coast somewhere, in a place somewhat like DC

I was visiting, and there was a mall...not like your regular shopping mall
but more like what would result if you covered over market street in SF with
glass. I walked down the mall and it began to rain....sheets of water
downpouring. I was very glad that I was under the glass and still dry.
There came a point where the glass ended though, when the street met another
one at some oblique angle. and the water was totally dripping, pouring down
into the street...it was amazing and beautiful, I thought. I decided I
*had* to take a picture of this for my mom, even if it meant my camera got
wet. I pulled out my camera and the rain stopped.

o bummer.

I dreamed that
goddess was considering breast-reduction surgery
and had pretty much decided against it
but somehow her breasts detached
and she misplaced them
which really made the question of the surgery moot
not because now there was nothing to get reduced
but because if they stayed detached for too long
they would lose all sensation
and it was the question of lost sensation that would decide the surgery

I have had this disturbing dream recur. I keep dreaming that I
posted to forum general how regina and phil must be related because
they have the same last name. The dream keeps changing in how I
justify my position. But by the end of the dream both regina and
phil are thoroughly and permamently pissed off at me.

>shrug< not as if philb isn't already

I wish I could stop dreaming about it though. don't I have better
things to dream about?

can only remember bits and pieces of it...something to do with a huge
camping trip, in which people are required to keep their stuff in a samll
space cordoned off similar to a space in a drive-in movie...

well I really had two dreams

the first one was of my talking in fnet with Q and trying to explain
that it was *important* that the cat be cute if anyone wanted to
take it as a pet.

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...

I dreamed that heather was running a dungeon. well, it wasn't just
b&d, but basically a full-on whorehouse; and she participated in
providing the services as well.

...I think it had a bowling lane in there too. but that's another
detail...

anyhow, through the novel and clever placement of hidden cameras,
she was also able to provide live porn entertainment on the web.
talk about a popular web site!

I dreamed that I was preparing to go to a ren-faire-ish event, and
the person who was taking me was a co-worker of my mom's when I was
a little kid... he had a camper thing, like a small winnebago.
this was all at my mom's house.

I was having problems getting my boots laced, becaue I was using
ribbon to tie them up, and my cat buddha ran by and hopped on a chair.
Jim (my mom's coworker) said to me, "your cat is walking funny",
and when I looked, I only looked to see how she was walking, because
I was trying to lace up my boots.

trying to make conversation, Jim said "so has your cat always had
a short tail? it looks like it was bobbed like a dog's." this really
got my attention and when I looked, buddha's tail was chopped off
about an inch above the base. it had stopped bleeding but was fresh.

I had two dreams last night

in the first one, I dreamed that I had blown out my ankles with
the same injury I got a year and a half ago at northern faire.
I have this persistent image from the dream in which I am sitting
down with my legs out in front of me, wondering how the swelling
in my ankles had gotten so acute, so fast. I couldn't walk.
it hurt like a bitch.

this dream wasn't ever posted, but sent in email to my friend duckie.

Click MORE to read the content. I carved the header off the saved email because the account I use to store my dreams is actually 100% SPAM-FREE right now, and I didn't want to mess with a Good Thing.

I had this odd dream, in which a bunch of faire people and friends,
once a month, get together in the evening hours to parade down the
street in hoops. there were lots of lights and it was conducted much
like one of the doo-dah parades in pasadena.

a group of people were in front of me... they had a bunch of strange
poles all connected with some indeterminant material that basically
cordoned off another group of people who were dancing around and having
fun. I don't know why they did this cuz noone form outside the
paraade could see these people.

as we proceeded, the air got muggy but crisp, like it does right
before a thunderstorm. people started calling warnings to each other,
and you could feel static build up. then, the lightning started.
people tried to all get low, so the lightning wouldn't hit them.

I had a weird dream last night, or this morning rather,
in which I lost my left ear in an accident that was somehow
tied to the purchase of a purple denim jacket.

for some logic that was sensible in the dream but makes no sense
upon waking, the solution to this problem was to preserve my left ear,
remove my right ear (which only required four small cuts), and
re-attach it where my left ear had been. in my dream, I knew this
was possible because ms regina had done so in the face of a similar
dilemma.

I had an odd dream that I don't recall very well now. but...

the background (in the past of the dream):
I and my brother and my mother and apparently some friends
(none of whom are from waking life) had somehow gained entry
into an alternate universe. we knew how to get back but stayed
cuz we liked it better. now the culture of the alternate
universe had caught up to us, and becuase my brother and a
couple other had overused their superior knowledge in some
fashion, everyone was getting captured and were going to be
burned as witches or some equivalent.

the actual action:
I was trying to avoid getting caught, gather the belongings
of my mother & brother, and trying to recall/figure out how
to get back to the Regular Universe. there was some reason
I had not yet been captured/arrested but that detail escapes
my recollection. dreams. so hard to hold on to.

the key was in either my mother or brother's belongings. I was
gathering them and carefully arranging them in some sort of
pine desk that bore a remarkable resemblance to an Ikea computer
desk.

meanwhile I would visit the other folks with me, who were all
chained naked and horizontal in this big city square.

...we tend to focus on the plight of the homeless a lot. we focus
on people on the street, who probably need medical and/or mental
assistance to survive. but there is also an echelon right above that,
of a really poor community that is rather tightly bound. they may
or may not really be homeless, but they are still in a poor
underclass. for some reason the "darker" comics tend to focus
on that level of society...

so in my dream I was part of this. and was an active member of a
community that consisted of the more invisible members of society.
part and parcel of my daily world were people performing charitable
acts - like some nuns - and some lay people - and one was actually
my cow-orker Kellie, who in my dream we could not tell if she had
taken holy orders or not [in Real Life[tm] she is married].

that I was back in Oxnard, with my dad. we went to the bowling lane
where my parents worked when I was a youth. the building has been
standing unused for many years and is in disrepair.

for some reason we decided we wanted inside. all the doors were
locked and I got in an argument with my dad over whether I was
capable of picking one of the locks (of course he could). there
was some power panel or whatever in the back of the building with
a juniper branch growing infront of it. I started looking at that.

the doors to the main east entrance opened and 2-3 people came out.
they looked asian-american. they were talking business as if one of
them was showing the others the place. we went over and talked to
them and the larger gentleman brought us back inside.

it looked very different from my recollection. instead of a raised
concourse with 32 lanes on the south side of the building, it was
mostly flat inside. at first I didn't think there were any lanes at
all. we started talking and the big asian guy told us of his plans to
reopen the bowl. he started the lanes up on automatic recycle and
that's when I realized - there were 17 lanes on each side, north
and south. the pin sweepers looked weird.

[considering my dream now the reason they looked weird was that instead
of late-50's Brunswick pinspotters the lanes had modern AMF pinspotters.
the sweeps were blue & white. but I don't recall anything from the front
of them, it was blank.]

both my dad and I wanted to do something - my dad wanted to roll a ball;
but with the lanes recycling I told him he couldn't. I wanted to run & slide
on the approaches, which I had noted were in surprisingly good condition.
the asian guy wouldn't let me, even though I was in rental bowling shoes,
becuase I had been wearing them outside.

we started talking with the asian guy about how we would like to help
out repoening the place, both by contributing work & expertise and by
buying into the enterprise.

I dreamed I lived in a big house - you had to walk up a wide grassy
walkway, with stone stairs and grassy landings, to get to it.
Louis lived in one of the houses along the walkway. He had a housemate,
who was sort of junior/new to the whole geek thing.

I had a lot to do and I couldn't sleep. it was 4 in the morning;
I decided I would get up and go to this local but isolated watering
hole/pond/swimming place, becuase it would be secluded and peaceful
and I could study there for a class I was taking.

I went outside and it was blazing sunlight. the sun was low but not
like early or late but more like this was at a high latitude. I had
my book and a towel and was wearing a bathing suit and a robe. I walked
down the walkway towards where I was going; and a bit past Louis' house
I ran into him and Heidi on one of the landings. they were also in
swimwear and were returning from this swimming place where I was going;
they were about to go in and get some sleep. I told them where I was
going and why and Louis told me, "everyone was there." I found this
disappointing as I was hoping for solitude and study - I was behind after
all.

Heidi went on and Louis and I hung out and talked. after a while we began
to attract these butterflies that looked like small monarchs; they kept
landing on us. they covered my soda can, which was blue, and some got
stuck inside under like a bubble of soda pop. Louis showed me a trick
that made them gather in the air, from one's hands, in a sheeted pattern.
this also got them out of the soda can so they didn't die.

I dreamt that my mom was still alive - and had gone an a date
from a personal ad. for some reason this inspired her to give
wonderland accounts to both the date [who got an account name of
Pokemon] and to James [who also got a capital-letter account].
both men used the accounts to plug in these odd game ports that
looked like those tear-drop-shaped camping/raver emergency lights
and shoot lazer-tag-like guns out the window at the alley behind.

I was upset at this and made them unplug the lazer tag guns.

I dreamt that it was Tuesday 27 August. and I realized, wow, I had't
yet bought my ticket for burning man. I convinced Karine that she
should go but she didn't have any gear/clothes for the desert.

we ended up in Southern California driving back and forth between
these clothing/supply stores. one was in the desert but you had to go
west from where we were to get there. I spent a lot of time in the dream
looking with Karine at baby-blue and pink fleece pullovers, euw.
we were piling the the purchases into this little golf-cart that we
were driving back and forth - a considerable distance.

I can only remember fragments of my dream, but the house
we were in was really in an area bearing a remarkable resemblance
to the old Black Point Faire site. while I was at a neighbours
discussing pets and swimming, our couch migrated outside becuase
my housemates were too tired of it and wanted room for a new one.

I fussed over how weather would wreck it and we decided fuck it
and all went to catalina.

okay maybe that's more coherence than I thought I remembered but
it wass still only a tiny part