Amber Archeology

  • Driving around a city looking for a good deal on grapefruit-sized amber figurines. I'm looking for an owl.

  • With my mother and a large group of people, I take a train to some archeological tourist site. Afterwards, we find it difficult to get back down the mountain to the station. I take off with my friends Allen, August and a computer science professor, Manfred Warmuth (a man I dislike). The three of them collect pieces of plastic with numbers on them, with the intention of playing some kind of card game. I get the idea that a lower number is better. Manfred asks me for help and I aid him in setting up a desk with stacks of these plastic squares piled around him. Dream repeats.