Dream Log: October 4, 2000

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i was standing outside a toys'r'us, waiting for it to reopen after renovations. i think i was waiting with tricia. we went inside, and i lit up a cigarette, for some reason. as i stubbed it out on the ground, i looked up at the ceiling for cameras. the pyramid-like ceiling was probably 200 feet high at it's peak with one camera in the center of it. i laughed about that then noticed the in-store music was provided by hundreds of tiny yellow "sport" radios tied to the ceiling.

now, i'm at the beach. i'm there with tricia, my mom, kevin, emily, and one of emily's friends, i believe. we're sitting really close to the water and just as my mom mentions high tide, a big wave comes and knocks us all under. as i tumble under the water, something grabs my feet. i look down and see that i'm tangled in a red parachute. the water recedes then barrels into us again. this time, i grab ahold of the parachute and start dragging. it's opening up and catching all the water and sand, making it insanely difficult to move. tricia grabs ahold of it, too, and we manage to drag it out. just as we get it out the water, she says, "listen. the ocean's completely calm now." and it was. i turned back and noticed something else floating in the water. it was a term paper some kid did on himself (there was a picture of him affixed to the cover sheet) that somehow remained dry while floating through the ocean. the only thing inside the paper were club flyers.

Something's going to break soon...

I was on the receiving end of tech support and things on my desktop were speaking to me, jumping and moving and changing colour. The clock (an analog one, circular and in the centre of the screen) was going crazy and spinning randomly. I clicked everything and closed my eyes.

The ambiguous tech support person - They seemed so familiar - told me that they could "point" to things on my desktop to aid me as they spoke, by remotely setting the clock, like a compass. This seemed like the best idea i'd ever heard, at the time. An enlightenment of truly epic proportions. It didn't occur to me, in the dreamstate, that the clock was wasting valuable screen real estate or that, if they could control my computer remotely, they could just fix whatever was wrong themselves. Hail to the guru.

I felt so helpless. I was a user.

In retrospect, they might have been changing time itself, but I have no idea how and it wouldn't quite work right.

Kinda overkill, too... Messing with space-time to solve one little problem...

• First, a replay of last night's waking events. I go to an outdoor spa resort with group of about 25 college kids. This is Santa Cruz, so a lot of us get naked. Mostly older kids, but there are a few brave frosh in the bunch. We chill out in the huge hot tub and I go back and forth between the sauna and the cold pool.

• Second, a rerun of the same dream except with a plot twist: I'm sitting with my friend Ali when someone offers me a jar of honey. He tells me it has peyote in it. I down the whole jar. Later on, after we leave the spa and I'm driving home, my field of vision begins to swim and blur. Everything leaves multi-colored tracers and I pull over as massive hallucinations envelope me.

I am unhappily awakened by the sound of someone pounding the wall in the apartment nextdoor.

Back in wonderland, I am backstage at a Pink Floyd concert with Dave. Dressed in black, I am one of the backup singers for the show. My boyfriend from the beginning of the dream storms backstage to "rescue" me, feeling horrible for what he had done (I had happily forgotten). Dave has his bodyguards throw him out on his ass. I'm in heaven.