A room full of police—or people dressed like police—waved revolvers around and made authoritative decisions about what sorts of music the radio would play.

Tunnel hacking in our pajamas seemed like a good idea; after all, it was bedtime. Ed and I were accompanied by a quiet friend I'll call Jim. We followed a service corridor into a disused ( Read more... )

Something else had just happened. I think we went to that shop on the street in the basement of that other shop.

It was halftime at the baseball game (or a pre-game warmup) and one of the black players had come out to the... circular white lines in the middle of the field... which I guess means it was a football field with basketball markings. ( concerning Kung Fu, Navigation, and Roller Skates )

Hazy dreams again this morning.
( Black Ops Jogging )

Tuesday morning I dreamt of bureaucracy.

Alyssa and I drove to an old house converted into offices. We had to submit some financial paperwork, but it was after sundown. We caught the office attendant jogging towards the door with an armful of papers, and she told us she couldn't take our forms until tomorrow.
( Concerning Large Spaces, Pretty Colors, and More Paperwork )

Construction workers in orange vests and hardhats assembled an art exhibit in the spacious lobby hall. I knew it was the lobby for a high school, but there wasn't anything schoolish around; it looked more like a hotel or a bank. The workers were anchoring complex wooden poles to the floor. A bolt of tan canvas stretched taut between the poles on ( Read more... )

Friday morning I dreamed I was in a basement-level bookstore. I had two books in hand that I was going to sell or trade, and I was perusing the shelves. (All the books were face out, instead of spine out like normal bookstores.) I saw a few quiet men in their late 40s looking at model trains, which were also sold in the shop ( Read more... )