We were celebrating Mike V's retirement and ribbing him about taking all his savings and going into drug ealing and maybe pimping later on once his territory was established.
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I was riding my bicycle out what looked like Colerain Avenue around sunset on a cold wet snowiy evening. Cars were having a hard time on the slick streets s was I, all bundled up & wet & cold. A friend in a car stopped to ask me if I wanted a ride home & I said no, I had o get to the mall. She tried to dissuade me but I pointed out the cars were faring worse than the bikes.

Was with a group of friends (a tour?) visiting the backstage, prop & set area for a porno star's production studio. She was dead but the business kept on.
There were backdrops with props and costumes attached on plywood about 8x8 feet hanging on racks - kind of like a closet.

Didn't really sleep last night. In a semi-concious state, tho, I was seeing stuff that I could kinda control. I was kinda flying through scenes at ground level, going through industrial type buildings and out looking at beautiful vistas - everything morphing constantly.
fun
Later, the clock radio fired up & I heard a show on NPR where some Australian psychologists were discussing how memories fade. They used an example of telling an American Indian story to a European and then asking her to retell the story. He explained that the American Indian style of story telling was odd for a European & over time, the European kind of rationalized the story. This made me think of remembering dreams since our dreams tend to not follow laws of logic or linear storytelling. They are easily forgotten, I think, because they are not rational & logical. The longer you go without writing it down, the more you rationalize and "correct" the story.

NPR story here.

Was with the family & waiting for lunch. Finally made it myself & when I went into the living room to sit down to eat, my sister's dogs would not leave me alone. I yelled at them & called them stupid. This is when the weird mechanical looking one started talking and arguing with me.

I proposed I perform oral sex to Alyssa Milano. She declined and turned to walk away. Then she paused, turned around and told me she would be interested if I did it like a biker. "How the hell does a biker do it", I thought. Then I figured she may not know either so what the hell, I agreed.
I guess I was doing it right.....

I was at a cool old library. For some reason, I thought it was in Columbus, OH, but it was in the mountains overlooking a shoreline. Parts of the library were old & in disrepair, like the cramped poorly lit elevator, and other parts were modernized. In one reading room they had holographic clouds along the ceiling. Talked to a cute middle aged docent in a red dress. I decided to pick her up. She beat a hasty retreat. Criminy, even in my own dreams…..
There were manicured gardens outside.

I was at work. Nothing much was going on. An office girl came in and mounted a picture on the wall of my cubicle. As I looked around I noticed that, while I had a lot of "art" hanging on my walls, none of it was mine. I started to go upstairs but there was a commotion on the stairway. Greg B came down the stairs struggling with a bobcat (or something about that size). He guided it out the door & breathed a sigh of relief. I looked out the door & there was a large scraggly bear sitting out there, too.
I went back to my cubicle and Ellen C was there reading a magazine & eating a single serving apple sauce.