dreams
The sky was really interesting and I wanted to take a picture of it, laying on the ground so I could get a lot of it in along with the scenery. I wanted to get a friend of mine into it-- I liked the contrast with her long black coat --but she wouldn't stay in one place. There were these ads for a company looking for repo men; instead of a flyer, it was printed on a kind of huge potato chip bag full of fake cash and coins, meant to intice the prospective dirtbag. I threw it into the back seat of my car, which wouldn't stay in one place even with the engine off and the brake engaged.
Then there was a touchscreen with a sort of railway map in a cluttered lobby or corridor. Harpold showed it to me. The map played music, and if you dragged the stops around the screen the quality of the music would change. I got it playing something I enjoyed. Other people seemed to like it, too.
I had three friends with very long dark hair. They had dyed green patches into it. "A Norwegian black metal band during the only two weeks of spring," I said. Later I was checking out my own overgrown hair in a mirror; I think this was supposed to be Tugrik's house, since he was there, too (with overgrown hair). I went into a glassed-in living room or patio area and outside on a ledge were a number of chicks of some predatory bird. There was a small creek separating the house from the land beyond; a buzzard and an eagle were struggling to reach the chicks. I don't know if one was trying to eat them and the other trying to defend them. At any rate, an enormous lizard climbed out of the creek and was trying to eat them, until an even larger Tyrannosaurus Rex got its jaws around the lizard and began eating it very messily; huge globs of yellow fat poured out of the wounds. The chicks were okay. Before long I noticed the patio was filled with various wild animals; also a cocktail party had started and guests drifted among them, though they tended to keep toward the side of the patio near the house.
The night before I had a dream where I was traveling, just me and my backpack and my stuffed animal. For some reason I was clambering over buildings, and I found that once I'd climbed down from a building into a cafe it was much harder to get back up... much of the dream involved me trying to reach a train station because I was unable to retrace my path up one of the facades.
Then there was a touchscreen with a sort of railway map in a cluttered lobby or corridor. Harpold showed it to me. The map played music, and if you dragged the stops around the screen the quality of the music would change. I got it playing something I enjoyed. Other people seemed to like it, too.
I had three friends with very long dark hair. They had dyed green patches into it. "A Norwegian black metal band during the only two weeks of spring," I said. Later I was checking out my own overgrown hair in a mirror; I think this was supposed to be Tugrik's house, since he was there, too (with overgrown hair). I went into a glassed-in living room or patio area and outside on a ledge were a number of chicks of some predatory bird. There was a small creek separating the house from the land beyond; a buzzard and an eagle were struggling to reach the chicks. I don't know if one was trying to eat them and the other trying to defend them. At any rate, an enormous lizard climbed out of the creek and was trying to eat them, until an even larger Tyrannosaurus Rex got its jaws around the lizard and began eating it very messily; huge globs of yellow fat poured out of the wounds. The chicks were okay. Before long I noticed the patio was filled with various wild animals; also a cocktail party had started and guests drifted among them, though they tended to keep toward the side of the patio near the house.
The night before I had a dream where I was traveling, just me and my backpack and my stuffed animal. For some reason I was clambering over buildings, and I found that once I'd climbed down from a building into a cafe it was much harder to get back up... much of the dream involved me trying to reach a train station because I was unable to retrace my path up one of the facades.