Walk up to a class, give the instructor the flashlight. He says he doesn’t need it for this session. I set it down and he says it’s t’ai chi today, raises the table, and asks me to start. I get everyone up, and start swinging arms. After that, I start cloud hands.
Walking along a wide path, trying to get to tennis courts. It’s sunny and don’t have a shirt on. I think about where to go to get a shirt, as I don’t have my phone and wallet, just a wood tennis racket. Walk up the hill to the courts, find a shirt in a pile of stuff.
At work, walk around to help someone find some stuff in a pile of paper. Walk back to my desk, my chair is pushed out. Boss walks up and tells me I’m not working hard enough
sitting at a table with Taylor Swift?, trying to figure out the narrative for a set of laws and stuff. Pass the tablet around and try to decipher the text.
In a classroom, getting ready. Trying to find my notes, which were under one of the chairs. Not there. Look around and complain about it.
In a hotel, walk through the lobby and go to the desk to get my key-it’s on the second floor. Walk over and get in the first elevator. It’s half height, so I have to lie down. Press the button. The elevator goes down first.
Trying to find a bug in an application. Look at the log, but it’s huge. Start trying to find the line, have to walk outside and down the freeway to find it. Cross an intersection-one of us is blocking traffic. Go under the freeway and keep looking.
Get on a rolling container to go on a cruise. We roll onto the boat, and it rocks a lot-worried it’s going to tip over. Make it on, and the boat leaves-it’s actually a transport to the real boat. It’s choppy, and I’m enjoying the swell. Some other guy isn’t so much.
Going to the bathroom-it’s big and there are a lot of people waiting. Get in line and wait a little. Get into a stall, then find a bunch of paper. Have to write a check, but the pen keeps cutting out. Something about Genesis.
At US, there are seminars I want to go to. Peek into the room, then leave. Go back to my room, which has piles of stuff everywhere. Try to walk through.
Walk into a restaurant. It’s nice, so I try to neaten up a bit. Turn away-buckle my belt straighten my shirt.
Sitting with Reacher, he gives us all a bunch of gold wrapped things. I fumble and drop a couple. Someone else tries to get one. One falls down a drain. I pull the grates and it’s too narrow. Think about how to get it up. Watch someone get chased by a wolf, then run back. Then a jet bombs and strafes a road.
In an office go into one room, plug in tiny lights to charge and arrange some small fittings. Unplug and leave. Go to the next room to empty the trash, but they’re deep cleaning. Go to the next room.
Sitting onstage next to a bunch of mikes in a row. Mick Jagger is playing bass and singing. He goes from mike to mike, but stops singing to play bass, and misses some lines because of it. He moves to another mike and tries again, still missing lines.
At a gathering, someone comes and says Philip Glass wants to meet me. I walk over and he invites me to come with him. I go, and we wait to exit down a long set of stairs. Some guy cuts across the lawn. We stop halfway to look at a concrete watercourse. I ask him if he’s familiar with Chris Alexander and he says yes. We chat about how important water is to urban design.
Sitting waiting for a choral thing to start. The group comes out, and gathers in an alcove, then throws their stuff in it backwards. They come out to the stage and line up just on the edge and start singing, then slowly move across the stage. It’s odd, curvy with pillars.
Hanging out on a couch, some cute skinny girl comes and sits right next, starts squeezing right up on us.
In some restaurant/hotel. There’s a storm and we go back inside.
Looking over the Long Beach shoreline. Think about putting up a Bonneville to connect the buildings. Some old investor is there and we met with him. He notices me and I hug him. He freaks out a bit.
Hanging out up on a hill, watch a robbery and getaway. Start walking and get a ride up the park road. Get out and start jogging back with a cardboard box under my arm. Climb up to where the lookout is. Tell them is going to go wrong and go to where the getaway car is. Back it up as the guy finished the explosive. Jump in and get away safely.
Walking outside with the family. The sky starts to turn odd colors and darken. Look over and there’s an ophan floating there. I look around, and a lot of people have appeared. Some of them start to disappear, including my kids. As they go, I shout: “I’ll see you again when it’s over.” The ophan disappears. There’s nobody left, and I start walking, thinking about what to do now-I guess I’m one of the 144k…
Try to walk down a hill that’s covered in snow. Decided to do ski turns instead.
In some bar in London, go back into the wine room, which is cold and huge, They have a lot of wine. She takes an odd bottle that has a very wide mouth. I comment on the size and oxidation. She pours it into a big tulip shaped glass that’s hard to drink from. I comment that it’s not very dignified. A bunch of people show up, Dad, Jim Kucera, etc. Someone blocks off the area with chairs and we sit. I go out to my car to get something. Some kid is riding a bike very fast out of control down the sidewalk. He veers off and hits a tree and a pickup trick, pants come off. He cusses at the workers in Russian.
Driving to work with Glenn, north on the 405 through Irvine/Costa Mesa. Make the wrong turn up the 55, get off and back on, driving through a parking lot. Back on, but it’s like I’m not seeing out of the car and steering a long way from the car. Make the turn and get back on the 405.
