I dreamed that the cats had worms, tapeworms. the worms would sort of pop out of their butt and fly a few feet before wiggling on the carpet.

I dreamed that Clara was sitting on the floor in the Johnson house, and talking about lobster. it wasn't really clear whether she was on vent, or the phone, or just sitting there.

but she ended up stuck with a really thick Maine accent, and couldn't shake it. the people on the other end of the line couldn't really understand her at all, and were really questioning if it was really Clara. she was unhappy and didn't understand how she lost control of her own pronunciation like that.

I had a really confused dream, in which there was this couple - a woman with a very squarish figure and even her head and jaw, and either another woman or man of unremarkable looks. both of them were wearing very dark lipstick and they favored brown sort of 50sish clothing.

the dream kept shifting into whether they wanted to kiss me or had kissed me or were wanting to kiss Clara or had done so with her, and it was clear that Clara and I needed to have a conversation about the situation, but there was no way to really have one in front of them. and in the dream I found them attractive while even as the dream was happening there was a subtext of I didn't really think they were attractive objectively, but there's no accounting for how your body reacts.

it all felt very dramatic, except that the drama was incipient and not actually happening.

I had a dream that has been battered and tattered by intervening events. in the dream there was some sort of political drama happening worldwide, but at some point I was in space with a midsize ship trying to prevent some unpolitical problem. others were with me but the only guy with any experience piloting the ship or dealing with the orbital maneuvers was a guy who was really our "Ahngus" in my Wow guild.

now Ahngus can be bossy when he's in a situation where he's the only one understanding what's going on in Wow, and in my dream he was also very argumentative over the ship handling. he also had some opinions on what we needed to do which was a more strategic decision, and we had quite a bit of back and forth over that.

there was a lot more going on but that's all I really remember.

I dreamed that I was trying to pick out clothes to wear, and was trying to get a grey and blue outfit together, but somehow the pieces didn't match. I started adding some red clothes, but by the time I was done the outfit was grey and red, with no blue in it whatsoever.

there was some work event, but I thought it was optional/charity stuff until I found out that it was actually not. I wasn't quite sure what it was other than it involved shelling peanuts for a holiday care package to be distributed to people in need.

I found out it was not optional by deciding to check out what it was all about. first I had to get some sort of pink slip that resembled an old-fashioned, hand-written carbon copy receipt. then I had to follow some predetermined path in a tall parking structure not dissimilar to Lot 9 at UCLA. up and up, past chain link fences. at some point I ended up on an electric vehicle like maintenance people ride in parking structures.

I got there and had to go through processing. it sure looked to me like some bar event, with someone playing beats, and alcohol being served. but everyone had to shell peanuts.

I can't remember much else other than my friend Aerin was involed setting it up and s PM from work, Sheri, was driving participation.

my father had left my mother. I don't know why.

I came to a bowling lane, and it was set up weird. the door to the outside was roughly even with the approach on lane 1, and the door led to the desk which was a ways back. if you stood in front of the desk, and turned around, on your left you would see the bright outside coming in the glass doors, and on the right would be the lanes. they would continue on, out of sight, behind a wall, no concourse really.

there was a league down there.

I was there with Clara, and I think we were meeting my mom. she was at the desk? or maybe she used to work there and was just meeting us there for convenience. anyhow, we were meeting there. I walked towards the lanes, and looked at who was bowling. there was my dad! he was in a black bowling shirt with a white sans serif font embroidered across the shoulders. it was 4 words that I don't remember. he was hale; this was my father in his 50s, not as an older man.

he looked up and saw me, and made the face he would make when he saw something he did not want to. I wanted him to acknowledge me, but it is rude for non-bowlers to go down to the bowling circle and disturb the bowlers. I tried to signal him to come talk to me afterwards. in my dream I thought I succeeded, but deep down I knew he would duck out.

I was travelling in Oregon on business. I was in some city in the eastern part of the state, it was on a river and had a vibrant feel that one associates with a college town. I was working for some video game company, I think, doing legwork for a launch later that week in Portland.

I had a car that was electric. for some reason it had little plastic wing things. these helped with energy efficiency? but were a pain when you had a small space to park in, or had to go through a traffic gate like you would see on a river. I was prepping it for storage, I think so I could go to Portland. possibly Yvette was with me, or possibly I was meeting her. or someone else that was a lot like Yvette.

I took the car into a garage and started disassembling the wing things. these had to be stored in the trunk or hatchback. we were talking the whole time, about relationships, the car, Portland, the river. once we were done we had to go talk to the person watching the garage at the base of the stairs. then we could take some ferry down river.

I was at a festival of some sort in the park. there were people and kids everywhere. there was entertainment sort of like one would see at the ren faire, swings, extravagant teeter totters, some spinny ride. it was late afternoon - the sun was westering, but still bright.

my perspective kept switching? either I or my friend, wanted to take intimate shots of ears, of the people on the rides. I think it was for my friend's project, but it was awkward asking people and especially parents if it was ok.