Category: Dreams

At home, one of our cats is dying, orange fur, meowing. It’s skinny, and the fur is getting redder. It starts crying and I comfort it.

Driving fast down Sterncrest. I pull up to a house at the far end, go around the driveway, pick up the owner. He starts taking about how he maintains things. I take him to our old house to see how we did it.

Going to my room to get things moved in. It’s down a corridor with shops and stuff. I step up and the door is locked. A guy inside opens it up and I think about moving stuff to the front, but stay here.

Driving home, south in the carpool lane. Come to a complicated intersection, with cross traffic. I take the left cutoff, while card going right are stopping and crashing all over the place, both ways. Make the turn, and the road runs out into a field, right by the freeway I need to get to. Walk over to a bus stop to take the bus the rest of the way. Some guy is there and he’s creepy. We get on the bus and go to a warehouse. The guy is talking about all sorts of stuff. We go in and mess around with stuff, then leave. A family is closing the doors, but I get out before they’re locked. A cop comes and asks me about the guy-apparently he killed someone and they’re looking for evidence. We go back upstairs and the cop gathers evidence and asks me questions.

Text E saying we should stay in this fancy suite at a hotel downtown some time. S and I are in the suite waiting for E, and I’m worrying that we can’t afford it. It’s a super nice place. Go downstairs to cancel the room, and a bunch of people are there. The train is late, and the people rush over to the platform when the train arrives. I go into a room and mess around with setting up a display. We walk outside to the desk to cancel the room, and the guy says it’s $100, and we can’t afford it. It’s also $5 for the chain, and we pay that, and the guy says the rest is corporate policy, and we can ignore it.

Walk up to a restaurant, hang over one of the registers, someone says to stop, as you can’t work the other register. Leave because I haven’t taken lunch and my shift is almost over. Go to a thrift store nearby. Come back and everything is closed up.

Going back to town, think about which way to go. Finally go a shortcut and sit to wait for my ride, because they took the long way. 2 guys come up, one kicks dust and dirt at me, the other takes a wild swing. I evade it easily.

Backstage listening to the tape of me playing bass with Rush. The guitar sounds like a failing guitar hero. I’m playing really simple lines. Alex says, “it’s just not the same.”

At 1023, there are planes flying low down first street, and all over the place. It’s chaotic, and then some machine slices the house in half. We run outside, and the guy says it’s too bad and there’s no help from anyone to repair it.

At a tiny studio (Pat from Nirvana’s?). Going to play guitar, but only 1 string, so switch to keyboard. I start playing, but it’s mushy. There’s plastic over the keys. I peel some off, and someone takes a ton more off. It plays great, but I don’t think they like what I’m playing.

Go across a lake, Erika F is in a room and asks me why I’m there. I’m start back and Susan S asks me if I have a birthday present for her. I tell her it’s at home.

In a room, waiting to get into a show. Hang out, listen to some guy get a refund. Go to the window and ask for one too. He says OK and asks why. I say I couldn’t get a date. Walk over to a pile of gear. A kid is setting it up-he’s with the band We talk about stuff..

Talking with a woman about the fact that the commandment to love one another means everyone, even the most despicable. And that it’s like you love yourself.

At 30700, throw a stick that boomerangs around me, circles back and hits mom in the head. She yells loudly.

Walking along a road, then onto a narrow path to cross earlier. It gets tricky, and we cut ahead of a group. They’re going to another group. We get there, and the guy is taking credit cards and verifying them. I’m nervous, and walk past him. It looks like he’s planning to build a new wall. I ask him about it.

Walking along the waterfront, lots of trees. A loud plane comes by fast, then back the other way. Another, then a helicopter. We go closer, and 2 missiles get fired off. We watch them go, and I hope they’re not live.

In the backyard, look over and there’s an odd craft coming towards us-like a black M. It passes and lands on a hill. There are lights in the sky.

Walking through school to class. Thinking about what classes I’m taking. I go pee, then gather up my stuff. A teacher comes up to me and gives me an assignment I missed. It’s English, so I read the story and start writing. It’s about a girl who has some magic things happen. I write, but run out of room on the page. Try to find paper to attach and write more.

On a big kite field, John B flying an indoor. He’s doing all sorts of tricks. We walk over to the other side of the field and watch. I think about flying.

I’m going to check on a server deployment. Go down an alley to the backyard of a house, look over the fence at the yard. Get in, the server is in a grill, but the top is locked. I try it, look inside, feel around the ground for the key. Can’t find it.

Going to someone’s office. Drive up a hill to the building, park, walk up the steps. Go into the office, leave, drive away.

On a carrier, 2 guys are arguing about which service branch is better. The Army guy says anyone can run a boat. The Navy guys blows up, grabs a plane and takes off, saying “OK, you run it”. He flies to DC and lands in front of a church on a hill. A Park Service ranger comes up and tells him he has to move, so he rolls the plane down the hill.

In a office with Pres. T and a woman. Watching a show about history. We miss something, I try to scribble the info on a post-it. We rewind and its about a pack of papers found in a house. They were supposed to be delivered to the founders when they were drafting the Declaration of Independence. We look around and find a replica. Go through the papers and the authentication stuff.

At someone’s house, listening to an NPR broadcast over an odd animal sculpture. I go back and forth looking for info. Someone there asks me what I’m doing. I finish, and go into the bathroom to pee. It’s also a bed, and I get pee all over her laptop. I cover it up, continue, then someone comes in. I roll over and cover up, and yell at them, they smile and someone else comes in.

At work, trying to finish a project. Walk over to another office and talk about stuff. Things are collapsing. Go back down and across to the other office.

At a meeting, everyone is in a big circle and singing-we hold our hands out and wave them. All different colors, and the Dalai Lama is there.

Talk with E about going skiing and how this would’ve been the last time this year.

At a bar/theater, walk back to get my trumpet, it’s only one part. I walk around, looking for the parts. I think Marybelle took it apart and lost the pieces. I find one under a theater seat, then the mouthpiece. It’s really small. I put them on and try to blow, but not much sound. I look for M’s trumpet and find it in a locker-it has a small mouthpiece too.

Walking in a park, suddenly we’re falling. There’s stuff falling with us, and no indication of walls or a bottom. Slowly we’re all falling at the same rate with blocks of stuff, and it organizes into a circular wall, which slowly gets narrower and closes to a point. We start climbing out.