There was this miniature elephant near a garbage can. It was the size of a cocker spaniel, but much cuter. I was trying to help it because it seemed to be submerged in something like spaghetti.

I was in an old theatre with red velvet seats. There were a couple of women there and we were talking about wind instruments. One of the women pulled out a battered case and opened it. Inside was a clarinet that wasn’t stained black like most I’ve seen but rather looked like it was and African hard wood. She said it was a battle clarinet from the war. She played it and it sounded amazing. I played a wooden flute and there was music. Suddenly, she started acting like a puppet on strings and was dancing around the theatre, twirling and moving about on the chairs so authentically that I was laughing. Then she approached a wall and was humping it like a pole dancer. It was hysterical and I awoke laughing.

I got a chant in a dream. I was sitting in a very beautiful and auspicious temple. It was white with vividly bright color cloth and lots of gold. I was sitting with a harmonium leading a kirtan and the chant was Hare Rama Prajna Ram.

I was with my dad in some general urban location. We were sitting in a restaurant next to a driveway that had a game in it. It was a large game that required putting some disks in and pulling a lever and spinning things, the kind of game you might see at a county fair. He didn’t know how to play and was curious about it so I went out there with him to show him. He got into the seat and did whatever it was that you were supposed to do except that he projected one of the playing pieces out into the main road which proceeded to go rolling down the street. I was really worried about it getting hit by a car and went running after it. It kept rolling down to the big intersection to the right of where the game was and no matter how fast I ran, I couldn’t catch up to it. It managed to make it all the way thru the intersection without getting hit and rolled onto the adjacent corner from where it started out, and turned into Arin at about the age of 10 or 12. I started pleading with him to come back but he just turned and disappeared with someone. I realized that I wasn’t going to be able to keep up with him and turned to go get my truck. When I got to it, Sam was there and jumped in with me. I started pulling out of the driveway but got blocked by a big rig and was forced to turn right and go up the street thru the intersection and make a u-turn up ahead instead of making an immediate left at the light. This was a detour I hadn’t counted on. After I made the u-turn, we ended up driving thru this very interesting city of tall buildings that made from concrete. Some were businesses and some were residential. The city planners had either made the mistake or nature was just reclaiming what was hers, but there were amazingly large banyan trees growing up into every crevice in and between the buildings. It was spectacular to see the ripples and twists that these enormous trees were making, reaching up and around 20 story buildings. We finally parked the truck and started walking thru a restaurant where Arin might be. It seemed to go on for a long time and we made it into the back where there was a sort of hotel room attached. I needed to use the bathroom and when I went in, everything was miniaturized for a kid. When I came out, Arin was there with Sam on the bed. I walked up and noticed a friend of Arin’s and introduced myself. His name was Chris. Then another of Arin’s friends came up who I recognized and we said hello. I asked Arin why he was running from me. He told me that I once told him that he was like his aunt and uncle, that his uncle was a hard worker and his aunt would cry about things. The weird thing was that he was talking about Mel’s brother Mark and his wife, Dena.

We were at a party that got pretty wildly out of hand and Greg had too much of everything and passed out. Actually I think most everyone passed out. Greg woke up in the morning with a profane tattoo on his butt. He didn’t show anyone what it said but he was pretty upset about it. He took me aside and wanted to share his theory of who did it. He showed me pictures of two guys who I identified and Jack and Jesse. I didn’t really know them and wasn’t sure why they would want to do such a thing.

I was living in a time when there was a lot of trouble on the earth, not that different than it is now. Some people had traveled to a different dimension and were creating a world that was peaceful. I was asked to travel to that new dimension to help bring in necessary objects and to help stabilize them so they could exist there. I was first escorted to the new dimension to meet the team. We arrived into a fairly barren location. It was dark, and we entered into a sort of fissure or fault line but there was greenery growing. I stepped out of the machine or whatever it was that we were in. It was pretty amazing. It was quiet as I didn’t know quiet could be. I was scared in a way. It seemed like I was waiting for some presence to come out and attack but nothing happened.

I met the team and was shown how they were working on a grid that paralleled the two different dimensions and enabled the transfer of things between the two. They were different. Being in this dimension, they were able to make modifications to themselves physically that suited their personalities, and they things they wore suited their tasks. I was shown objects that had been brought in and the explained the difficulties in keeping structural integrity of them across the dimensional shift. I was given information on what to avoid when making these transfers so that I could help in the project. We then went out to make adjustments and to show me around. We were traveling down a river that was party covered with ice sheets. One of the guys who looked like he was part human and part lion was on a motorcycle that he got to high speed on then laid down and spun out on the ice. I was strange to watch and looked injurious. Andy was with me and as we approached the location where he went down and gotten up and taken off, I found fury knuckles laying on the ice. I asked her if he was injured. She explained to me that permanent injuries didn’t happen. You just perceived your condition however you want to see it and that’s how it was. We passed some satellite dishes near a building that had been created and another guy who looked like a cross between Conan and Merlin went and checked some plugs on these huge cables coming out of the dish base. I for some reason expected there to be sabotage but everything was alright. I’m not sure why I had this looming threat in the back of my mind.

I was with a couple that was getting married. They were trying to put together their announcement to send in the mail but couldn’t quite get the message correctly. I t reminded me of the lord’s prayer and I as I was looking at the five different announcements they’d come up with, I realized that I had the perfect message for them. I shared it and they loved it. I explained to them that I used to recite the lord’s prayer in Hebrew when I was a kid and shared it with them which they also loved. I then walked out of the building we were in which was like a guest house on some property, and proceeded to the main house. I was wearing the woman’s wedding dress I think, or maybe carrying it, I’m not sure. I was trying to keep it from getting dirty and wet which was difficult considering it was raining. As I got to the house, I realized that I needed to climb down a small rickety wooden ladder to get into the house. I was having difficulty keeping the dress in good shape as I descended the ladder.

I was sitting in a kitchen with Andy and who I thought would’ve been Kevin but it didn’t look like Kevin, and this guy was an attorney. We were talking about the fact that a printing company was soliciting him to move his business to them instead of doing it in house. I asked him if he made a lot of copies, and then I retracted the question and gave him the answer. “Of course you do”, I replied, extending my memory back and relating to him that when I was much younger, I worked in the copy room of a large law firm in L.A. He commented that the copy company was trying to persuade him by offering a getaway on a secluded island that was equipped with high powered telescopes that would give him ample opportunity to study the celestial sky without interruption. It sounded like a pretty cool deal and he was on the verge of accepting.

I sat at their kitchen table during this conversation with a portion of my attention on a picture of a young black woman with a round face and smiling eyes. The picture sat in a tooled tin frame of the ornate Mexican variety and my found my finger skimming the edge of the frame until all of my attention was absorbed into it. Suddenly, I found myself on a street running parallel to a river wash. The street was lined with large bull pines, and I was being towed on what seemed to be a skateboard. Who I was being towed by was a largish Mexican man in his early twenties. He was wearing dark, stylized jeans with embroidered pockets. Every so often he would crane his head back far enough to make sure I was still there. I commented to him that he reminded me of George, whom he probably didn’t know.

We pulled into a driveway on the left and into a large parking lot. He continued forward until we came up to the curb in front of a restaurant that glistened white and bright in the noon time sun. “They” ushered me into the restaurant to be seated with a group near a patio. I started talking to the waitress and the others I was there to join on how surprisingly empty the parking lot was and that, before the downturn of the economy, that parking lot would’ve been packed to the gils at this time of day. I also pointed out that “The Barn” was closed down, which was a huge restaurant that had been there forever. I asked if anyone remembered “Maya”, the breakfast place that had also closed to everyone’s surprise, since that had he best breakfasts in town. The blonde waitress seemed the most interested in what I was talking about, but everyone seemed to be going out of their way to take care of me and make sure I was happy.

Mel and I were flying around in his airplane. We were about 5k ft. up I’m guessing, circling over an area that we were intending on visiting. I was looking down at the area which was lush and green except for the two small cities, one of which we were going to land in. I kept looking for a road that connected the two but try as I may, I couldn’t find any connecting path between the two cities, but I was able to locate the airport in one of them and expected we were going to land there. I asked Mel if he’d radioed the control tower to let them know that we were getting ready to land there, but his reply was very vague. So, I asked him again, but again he seemed to not be paying attention.

We started to descend, and as was got within about 750ft. from the ground, we went thru a cloud bank. I could hear the engines of another plane that sounded incredibly large, but I couldn’t see it which made me kinda nervous. We continued our descent without any problems, but when we broke free of the clouds, I realized that we were nowhere near the airport. Mel’s plane had the ability to stop in mid-air and turn it’s wings downward, using the jets to suspend the plane, easing our landing vertically. This was really cool, but he was landing in a park amongst a lot of buildings, and I was worried that we wouldn’t be able to take off again.

As I scanned the park, my attention was immediately drawn to some sort of revolutionary party that was demonstrating and possibly getting ready for battle. They had what looked like a tank, and everyone was armed with something, although I’m not sure that any of the artillery was real. I was a bit flabbergasted with Mel for landing the plane in such a sketchy location and situation and I told him so, but again, he just seemed to not be tuned into what I was saying.

I dreamt that I was dreaming about Robin Williams. He was telling me that there was another internet created. It could only be activated by invitation and it was very tightly controlled, not allowing any dishonest behaviour. It was closely monitored for accuracy of information. If you posting anything fraudulent, your invitation would be revoked. There wasn’t any spam in the email system, and all of the content had to be sited, similar to wikipedia. They way you accessed it was that every address would use www3.blah.com.

When I awoke from the dream, I discovered that there was a www2 that was where all the content from the internet was placed, years ago during some sort of huge migration. You could go to any address and change www to www2 and see the internet as it was before the migration.

I was so excited that I had to tell someone. I told 3 girls and two guys. I soon found out that two guys who were associated with the creation of the new internet would be giving a talk. I took the 3 girls to the talk and they ended up sitting right in front of the guys. They were sitting so close that the girls could see the notes of one of the guys giving the talk, and when he deviated from the notes or failed to give address a point that the girls thought was important, they would question him, or give him a hard time, to the point that he was getting upset. I thought I should be worried about this since I was the one who brought the girls, but at the same time, I knew the girls were intelligent and were probably making him aware of things that he needed to see but couldn’t, based on his heavily left-brained perspective. So I let it go and didn’t worry about it, knowing that things would come together in the best way.