FryingMan

Big dreaming night, many dreams and frags over many sleep cycles

(early)

+ elevator in a (off-limits?) construction area, getting in with others it's a double-car elevator, I'm concerned the elevator may start moving before I get on, the elevator is actually two cars side by side and each one can move independently

+ sitting at a table in a restaurant with a group of guys, one friend, there's a plate of one-square-foot sized slices of cheese, there was some other food before the cheese arrived, one guy is friendly

+ driving past a caravan of yaks on the right side of the road, the yak shepherds are dishevelled and look kind of like yaks, too, the yaks have long black hair and the shepherds are wearing long haired black dirty coats.

+(f) in an art gallery?

(mid)

+ meeting a middle-aged woman to play racquetball in the gym, we're late, she's not dressed yet to play, she decides to bail, I'm mad, I go look at the courts (with another guy), my ball has a bit split in it. I'm ready to play, I haven't played in a long time, I'm really looking forwards, I find my opponent who is not dressed and she says she's not going to play, I'm really mad because I wanted very much to play, she asked forgiveness several times. I go look at the courts, it is a block of courts side-by-side, they're made of grey concrete, the main part of the courts are normal, but they're open in the back 1/5 or so so balls from one court could go into other courts. I want to hit my ball around by myself but it doesn't fly well, I notice it has a huge split in it and is blue, the guys in the next court are playing with a green ball which is also split

+ washing my hands in a large sink in the middle of a room with others around, the woman (nun?) shows me the correct faucet (there were many) to use, and I rinse the soap off of my hands

(late)

+ in crowded store stepping over rectangular frames trying to get out of the way to "clear the traffic jam" (of people), people are buying huge square sheets of paper/plastic. I don't want to damage the large cardboard square frames but there are so many of them I can barely get one leg over, I stabilise with one hand on the check-out counter.

+(f) cat with no head visible sleeping half off of cabinet and slowly slipping down, I call to son S2 to come and look at the cat quickly but she slowly slips off and falls down to the ground and wakes up.

+(f) guy carrying a bucket with "WWW" and "Web" painted on opposite sides, I thought this was a clever/subtle/ironic joke about the internet

+ in car with wife driving, we're heading up a hill (LL Dr. in B) heading up the big turn that will lead by LL park, she is not looking in the direction of the road and I say urgently "Watch where you're going when you're driving!" Some guys in the back seat mumble agreement with me. She turns up and to the left and there's an accident blocking the road ahead of us: there's a car (1970's long rectangular station wagon) parked on the other side of the street right at the curve, and somebody from our part of the road went straight instead of following the curve to the right and hit the parked car, and the line of cars behind it are blocking the turn up and to the right. We drive by the line of cars and see the dented side of the parked car. There's a "short cut" right in front of us that leads off to the left of the road and my wife drives there, since we're on a hill and the road leads down we're driving blindly for a second with the road invisible, when the front of our car heads down the hill I see we're driving on the dirt hill to the side of the road and I tell my wife to get back on the road, we do get back.

This is a terrifying road, it's like driving on a mobius strip: no guard rails, the road leans at impossible angles, and there's a steep fall off on either side. The road is colored blue and looks to be made of rubber, I think racers may drive here.

We reach a safe stopping point and I walk ahead to scout for a safe path off this horrible road. I quickly find the freeway and there's a little down next to it, there must be an onramp here, so I intend to return to our car and lead us to the freeway.

Walking back I see in the distance a man who's dressed like a USPS postal carrier with two legs in a casts, I think he must have been driving back at the accident.

Walking through a small strip mall with a few stores I'm thinking about Chinese restaurants and how I'm going to visit some on my trip to California (coming up in waking life soon).

But now I'm in California already? I'm not at the airport though, I'll have to go there in order to pick up my rental car.

Up ahead I see a travel agency and I see my wife through the glass windows, I go in, and see the body of a small dog who looks like our old dog, his head is obscured. When we call him he comes to us but he's not our dog, and in fact has such a short body that it looks like just a dogs head walking on 4 feet.