February 26
I am driving to the school, trying to get O to her school on time. There is a lot of traffic, I’m in a city I don’t recognize from real life. I miss the turn I needed to take and now I have to drive all the way around the block, but that includes taking a freeway overpass. I’m trying to steer the car into the left lane so I can get to the turn at the signal, but O is driving the car, pulling on the steering wheel. I’m yelling at her to get back, don’t touch the wheel, it’s not safe. We are now late, and I’ve missed another turn and have to drive further down a one-way street.
I pull into a parking lot and we walk into a store, it’s a bike store. A tall man is here with his daughter – I’m telling him about my problems trying to drive to the school, he tells me about riding bikes with his daughter and how she is mad at him because he hit a tree branch and knocked over a bird’s nest.
February 25
We are visiting a friend of some kind, she lives in southern California and is some sort of celebrity. She lives in a subdivision, the houses were all built quickly. They did not finish paving the insides of the garages… as we walk around I show S how the grass is growing in half the garage… the other houses are similar (though their garage doors are closed, I can see how the lawn keeps going up the driveway and under the garage door) The lawn had originally been sculpted in a kidneybean shape, but our friend decided she wanted to keep the entire front yard as just grass, for easy maintenance. We can see where she has sprinkled grass seed over the “flower bed” areas, the grass is thinner here. There is also a sink hole in the garage, I can see the cement floor crumble away towards a goopy pit to the right of the garage. I wonder if the other people in the subdivision realize this place was built on unstable ground.
We walk through the house – there are a lot of people here visiting… celebrities… one of them is dressed as Princess Leah and is running through the house (she might be the hostess?) It’s time for us to leave, so I’m trying to get to the bathroom before we start the long drive home. All the bathrooms have several doors leading to different rooms. It seems like every time I walk into a bathroom I lock one door, but by the time I get to the other door it is opened and people are standing right there – for some reason I can’t just say “excuse me” and close the door – seems like these are important people and I’m supposed to be discreet about getting into a bathroom at all.
February 24
*I’m sitting in my leather chair reading “Sunken Treasure”… I’m slouched down with my feet hanging over the arm of the chair. There are other people in the room… I’m not inside my house, I’m somewhere in the city (possibly a book store or lobby of a hotel) There is someone in a chair just to my right, and someone across the little sitting area from me, I look up and see it is Wil Wheaton. He is reading… a magazine or comic book. Someone associated with him is near by as well, to my left… pacing back and forth (possibly on the phone) I know he is coming to town for a con soon, but I want to ask him to sign my book now so I don’t have to take up space in line at the con… but I don’t want to disturb him while he is reading so I stay in my chair. A little voice in my head says “leave him alone, it’s his day off.” The person to my right shifts slightly, I look up again and Wil has dropped his comic and is reaching forward to pick it up. He looks up and makes eye contact and sees the book in my hand and points to it (he recognizes the cover) I smile and point to it and mouth the words “would you sign it?” (we must be in a book store, I feel the need to keep my voice down) He nods, mouthing the word “Sure!” and I get up & we walk to another portion of the store, where it’s OK to talk out loud. I want to stop at the end of my kitchen counter to grab my pencil holder, because I know there should be a sharpie in there.
The person to my right walks with us – I can’t clearly see him, but it’s Wil’s brother, or someone Wil feels very close to (a friend who is like a brother to him) Wil and his friend are talking excitedly about something, I hop up onto what looks like my kitchen counter top and I listen to the conversation. Wil asks me for my phone number, he will be getting into town early for the con next month and wants some suggestions on places to hang out. I (nervously) explain:
“I’ve actually only lived in this area a couple of years and haven’t explored the city much aside from the touristy type places. Pike Place Market is interesting to visit, and Seattle Center has, like, arcades and rides and stuff. It reminds me of Santa Cruz just a little bit… but Santa Cruz really has it’s own personality that just can’t be matched, no matter how laid back Seattle is. Anyway, I’m not sure I would be a very good tour guide.”
As I’m talking I feel younger – I’m focusing on places that would be cool for a teenager to hang out at.
Now his friend and someone else are sitting with me on the counter, but the counter shifts and turns into my ironing board. They are sort of leaning back and forth, rocking the ironing board. We are all around 14 years old. I grab the railing behind me – we are now in some kind of… warehouse type building. I tell them we should stop rocking this, or we’ll fall backwards and crash through the windows behind us. They stop and hop down. Wil’s friends are talking again, and he is telling them a story about something… he is wearing bracelets on his arm… a couple of bright orange jelly-type bracelets, and a couple that are woven from embroidery thread (friendship bracelets from the 80’s) He is fidgeting with them as he talks, like he can’t keep his hands still, and as I’m watching he says something to me – asks me a question. I ask him to repeat it, because I was hypnotized by his fidgeting and didn’t hear the question. He laughs at that, then Wil’s mom comes in the room to let him know it’s time to get going for his appointment. He is wearing a shirt with a cartoon drawing of a mushroom (one of the one-ups from Super Mario Brothers) He is decidedly unhappy about what he is wearing, he has to go to a photo shoot for one of those obnoxious magazines. I like the shirt, but he shrugs and says “yeah, but they are making me wear a matching hat. It’s so totally dorky.”
As he walks out we are adults again, and turns back & says “Well, I’ll have some time to kill around 2:00 p.m., so if you think of anything I should do with that time, let me know.”
February 24 – old notes
I haven’t been logging in lately, and unfortunately the notes I’ve written for some past days no longer make much sense.
*Running with Hiro and Ando out o a restaurant – we run out the back door down a valley to some railroad tracks. We need to follow the tracks to a treehouse – we are talking about construction, we want to build a treehouse as adults.
*Helping to teach a class – class divides into sections in an auditorium
*I’m at a con of some kind, but on the way I stop to pick up DD… he has a small brown dog that comes to the door barking. I kneel down to pet the dog… it’s paws are not right… they aren’t like dog paws, they look more like hooves, only soft.
February 11
I’ve taken some notes, but haven’t logged in to record them, so I don’t know exactly which date some of these dreams occurred.
*I’m friends with a kid from a very wealthy family. We are at a convention or seminar of some kind – the family spends a lot of money on things like this… educational opportunities. There is a man trying to take over – wedge his way into the family’s finances. He is trying to shut me up, but I confront him in the middle of the seminar, telling him how horrible he is for trying to steal the family’s money and flipping him off while I walk towards him. My voice is getting louder as I approach him, he is stepping back, but then comes towards me. All the audience sees is him coming towards me, they don’t notice that I’m flipping him off… they go after the guy, yelling at him to leave me alone.
*I’m at a school, waiting for class to start… waiting by a locker and talking to some other moms who are waiting here too. We are let into the classroom – the class is running late because the teacher has rearranged the desks… the classroom has three walls of green chalkboard and one wall of windows. The chalkboards are so that the teacher can aim the desks in any direction and still have a “front” of the room.
*I’m with family… waiting for something or someone. BW comes into the kitchen (the end of my parent’s kitchen) and her left arm is damaged… the hand is missing, the bone sticks out halfway down her forearm… the muscle/tendons start from there and reconnect at the elbow… but the skin over the elbow and first half of the forearm is charred… the bone itself is black.
*I’m in an airport – I’ve been dropped off here to get some information. We want to know the layout of the place before we go on our trip, so I’m walking through the terminal to the information desk for a map of the airport to understand where the airlines are at. The airport is laid out like the one in Billings Montana. I’m talking to a woman who is showing me a topographical map of the grounds, but I need a paper map that I can carry out with me to show S. I find one and walk back out to the stairway to find the exits. The stairs are slick, it is cold outside and wet snow is falling (feels like slush hitting the top of my head)
*I’m in a bathroom I need to take my medication. I’ve poured pills from various bottles into my hand and I need to take them two at a time… but I’ve accidentally put too many in my mouth at once. I’m trying to pull some of them out before they dissolve too much.
