2006

pdt

sat
jul
1

Waking up was like turning a corner, with all the clocks in my house ticking away. I haven't heard them in years, though I'm sure they've been just as noisy all this time.

(Dream) We have two vehicles to park in the narrow passage, and Whitney takes care of one while I take care of the other. In the meantime, I spend a little time being briefed by Kim, an electrical engineer, who was once my project leader. Briefly, he shows me the circuits I need to understand, up on a blackboard.

When I get back to the vehicles, one is already parked, and as Whitney and I walk by the second one, in the snow, I realize it doesn't even have an engine! It's some sort of motor home up on a trailer. There's a lot to catch up on as we roam around the yacht. (Fin)

(Dream) I'm being pushed ahead in my wheelchair to the head of the ticket line at the airport, and Beth is in the next line. I don't really want her to see me, and pretend to be absorbed in a piece of cardboard – or whatever! Then I realize I don't even have to do that. She can't see anyone on this level. (Fin)

(Dream) A whisper voice says, "//. /. ./ ./ ../ ./. /./ // /./ ../ ././ ./ Going down is as easy as going up – Remember that! // ./ .// .//. // ./ .// ./ /.. // ./," and I'm shocked as I suddenly pop through a door I hadn't known about, and find myself studying a BASIC subroutine for a generic RAMONA, with function, "open-your-legs" – I'm a little embarrassed how mechanical it all is. (Fin)

am
9:36

The people and characters in these dreams, I can see, waking up, are more like halls and corridors of my own mind. I give myself a puzzle, something to add to taxi1010.com database later today: "It's not going to happen," is the attack, with the impression of a door being slammed in my face.

After a few minutes a deep part of my mind says, "You never know, you know?"

9:54

I shut my eyes one more time for a brief (Dream) All the traffic on the other side of The Embarcadero has been stopped, with my side of the boulevard completely clear. Then the eighteen-wheeler makes the corner and comes down my lane. (Fin)

10:00