Loud dreams all night.

It was one of those nights where I woke up about 4 times, looked at the clock, couldn't believe it was still as early as it was, then went back to sleep. The dreams I had through it all were all vivid and weird, and I think, continued after each waking period.

It started with "The Kimberly Trip on Ice!" Well, okay, they were playing at an ice rink, not actually skating. (Not quite sure how rollerskating last night with jeffry_wynne, bractune and duncan_blkthrne translated to ice in my dreams. Maybe lingering thoughts of the tales from the Sierra Tahoe gig...) Anyway, there were a couple of women there who didn't like me and were being mean to me, saying mean things. I lay down to take a nap and ended up sleeping through the gig.

Afterwards, I think plans were made with bractune to meet up later, somewhere, I don’t know. But I left the ice rink, which was conveniently located where my childhood friend, Kari’s house was, just down the street from my childhood house. So I walked home, but when I got there, I realized it wasn’t my house anymore, and I didn’t have a key. So I thought about going to my dad’s but that wasn’t his house anymore either, so I couldn’t go there. Then I figured I’d just head on to bractune’s place, but I didn’t have a car, and the bus routes were far too complicated.

So I’m walking down the street, with nowhere to go, when my friend Robert from Missouri rides up on a tandem bike, and invites me to come to his house. After some adjusting of the rear seat of the tandem, I rode home with him. We got back to his house, and I was getting situated, and somehow, bractune knew I was there, and showed up after a little while, and then I don’t remember anything else.