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.

I was in a small neighborhood bar with lots of wood paneling. There were more waitresses than customers. They were really chatty. I had to pee over and over. I opted to pee into a vending machine instead of using the bathroom for some reason. It was starting to drip. Finally my ride came & I left.

It looked like it might rain so we went down to the 4 unit apartment building downhill & down the street to close windows. I was with someone but I don't recall who it was. The reason we went, I guess, is that nobody lived in 3 of the units. They looked like a war had hit them. My companion went into the 4th unit occupied by Connie M. It was beautiful. It was done up in lavish 20's wallpaper, mural & tile. I expressed my unease at being in someone else' apartment. We closed he windows & went back to the other first floor apartment. A large black family wandered in. The mother & father thanked us for closing their windows. They lived in one of the upper units. I was embarrassed to ask which because both looked completely unloved in. I didn't know if they were really poor or really bad housekeepers.
As it turned out, the building was owned by my father who pulled up in a blue and white Chrysler New Yorker. He had me drive us to one of his warehouses so I could help with something. I told him I should not drive. He said it was fine. While an automatic, the car had a clutch pedal. The pedals were small & close together. I couldn't really get the brake pedal. Anyway we got around ok. The town was tight, dense with narrow hilly streets. At the warehouse I helped inventory supplies for war refugees. It was some weird shit but I forget what it was.