I dreamt my friend, duckie, died. but, that was a mere background detail
at the beginning of the dream.

[I should say now that what follows is from the dream's point of
view and does not necessarily reflect my current personal beliefs]

duckie had died prematurely and wasn't yet ready to depart from this
earth. so, he decided to hang around. he wasn't really sure what
he still needed to do in order to feel he was ready to go, so instead
of trying to accomplish a task, he hung out with me and his housemate.
we both worked at some strange super-market-type health food store.
I was a cashier and his housemate was the count-the-money person.

I guess duckie was a ghost. he generally seemed a pretty solid
fellow, but he wasn't allowed to be around outside of certain times.
not sure -who- or -what- did the allowing. his hanging out at work
seemed to cause some problems though. people didn't really believe
he was a ghost.

so this morning I had a really disturbing dream. I dreamed that
I was going on a cross country bike trip (bicycle, not motorcycle)
with various people from my work, and everyone dropped out but myself
and the VP of my group. I do -not- get along with this person.

we stopped in Oxnard, at my mom's house, and met kia there. I went
off to fuss over something and they both got together...

in my mom's fridge...