Dream 1:
I’m in a place not too dissimilar from an amusement park and Alice’s Wonderland mixed together where all the vegatation is vibrantly coloured and everything is Disneyland perfect. But things are dying and growing at a tremendous rate. People are starting to arrive as I’m walking around looking at things go through changes when I meet a man. He is controlling all of this organic change from a computer. I look over his shoulder and ask him how he learned to do this. He tells me that its not much different than what I’m doing rigth now by looking over his shoulder. He was taught be the creator of the place, whose name has now escaped me. When I think back on it, three names come to mind: David, Francois, and West. The man gets up and walks away to greet some people and take care of something and comes back. I tell him my theories on what this change is. He tells me that its simply, fission. I find this interesting and dwell on his theory.
Dream 2:
I’m in my dad’s white ’61 Chevy pickup with him driving away from the previous location of his abode (fictitious) with him. He slides out a bit on purpous to add a little excitement to his turn, something that I had in real life a week previous with Kirby in the truck. Its unnerves me a little and I look over to see if he is drunk. I calm myself and we go to his new abode. I comment that I’m very happy that he’s made this transition. He has the key to a back room that both of us are thinking is storage. It turns out to be another unit except that it is very nice for the area inside. There’s a kitchen (yellow) connected to the living area by a bar. There’s a bunk bed with super hero sheets on it. There’s a bathroom ( dark green) connecting the kitchen to the bedroom (lt. blue). I think that this would be a nice place to live but an wondering if someone is currently living there.
Dream 3:
I’m driving at night. I know I’m going to Santa Cruz (where I left my heart) and I think I know the general direction but I’m not sure of the way, but I drive on. I arrive. I arrive at a house, large, white, two story. I enter as a party is breaking up. The people are leaving and the cops come in. I proceed into the kitchen. I have no fear of the cops (which is not exactly normal because cops make me nervous). They are interogating one of the guys who lives here whose parents are gone. I’m not sure what about. I think I have groceries with me.
