Field Trip

I'm on a trip with them. We're in an empty building. It's almost like an art gallery. There are two rooms as the whole building seems to be divided in half. The west side of the second room is covered in ceiling to floor glass windows. We're outside and we hear sirens. Men in uniform usher us inside of the building. I look ou the window and see a bus flying toward us. It has lost control and doesn't seem to be able to stop. It crashes into the glass as I roll, barely missing it's impact. I see it slide over many students and know they are dead. I get up to see the damage. The bus is gone. I look for any of my friends and when I see non are injured I to go to the next room. I find him. His back turned, unaware of the accident. I grab his shirt, look into his eyes and lead him to the glass room. When there I see her. We embrace and he joins in on the group hug.

Now we're on the concrete floor of the first room in sleeping bags. The room is filled with the surviving students. Our trip has been postponed. I can't sleep. My hair is long and in my face. I look to him and realize he is looking at me too. I act as if though he's startled me. Everyone is awake now and they decide to go outside. I begin to cry and act traumatized but I'm putting on a front. After they have gone, I decide I want to go. I leave through the door that has been covered in a plastic sheet. I don't think I was supposed to leave. I turn left on the sidewalk, realizing my purse is in her car. On my way to her car, a boy comes skateboarding by. I keep walking and he asks me if I brought my board. I tell him with a smile, "I don't even know how to skateboard!" He laughs and says he was talking to his friend. I change direction, realizing that I have taken the wrong path. I see them sitting on various platforms on the side of the building. They are watching the sky. I realize that it seems almost impossible to reach them. I move items on the platforms around, to make room for myself. I've lost hope.

Sidewalk Ninja

We attempt to attend a public filming of one certain Asian female news woman. We are all very excited. We must traverse a very steep hill. I decide to leave my bike halfway up. We get up to our destination. From where we stand we can see the back side of the filming. Now it becomes increasingly difficult. There are a number of wide stairwells just before a series of moving sidewalks like in the airport. These sidewalks move fast and one one begins you cannot hesitate to jump on. There were three other people with me trying to get to the same place. I ninja-style my way across quite easily.

Clusterfuck II

Suzette tries to snatch up my bag for me. Christa M. is there. She is laughing. We realize that it is out of reach. Lakeside. Riverside. It is on a counter in the bathroom of the hotel room. I thought Brian was sleeping so I have a cigarette. H says to me calmly, “I though you quit smoking?” I proceed to explain that I have but make a list of reasons to justify my slips. All I want is a soda back at Suzette's house. All I can find is beer. Maya and I leave Laura and Brian at the house, while we go either to the garage or a small store. On the “familiar departure” I remember being lucid enough to realize it's familiarity and also talk myself into opening my eyes for the fast decent downward which otherwise I am too afraid to experience. I feel my stomach jump. I think that it's only a dream. Laura C. and I decide to take a set at a tall round table with stools. Mildly aware that there are at least two people with us. One, a boy, really wants to sit by me. At an intersection we find Laura M. broken down/stuck in her white Jeep and one one seems to be helping her. I also hesitate.

Public Transportation

I am babysitting Suzette and Kenny's house. I suppose it's their astral home I often visit. Maya and Brian are there. Brian falls asleep on the couch. The dildo hides tucked between the cushions. Katie G.? Maya suggests I make a batch of rice krispy treats. I doubt we have all of the ingredients. As we board the train or exit, I cannot recall, a black female cop and her drug dog start to sniff my bag. They tell us they need to take it. I act cool and decide to use some positive thinking. On the bus, I take a familiar journey. One where I know we will be going at high speeds, around sharp corners taking steep plunges. It is a transit system that I ride often in Dreamworld. 

Clusterfuck

I am at work and Kendall S. is there. I get into the golf cart and as I go to my task, a baby lion runs in front of my path. I stop and am frightened at first but soon realize it means no harm. It's mother appears. Later a medium-sized elephant stares me down from behind a madrone tree. (This is in the dream-scape that has one large room for us all to sleep in. Where we move the beds around.) As I go back to the main property I realize I've gone too far and instead of turning around I just go the long way. I cross the fence and come upon the parking lot that surrounds a great hall/convention center. I turn right to continue my loop but I see a busy road I must cross and I don't feel confident doing so in a golf cart. I turn back and meet another busy street, so I head north. Driving north I am a man and there is a woman I know in the passengers seat. She loves speed and thrills. We start to go very fast and I see her suspended body in the rear view mirror as if I am driving a limo. As we hit bumps her body seems to suspend in zero gravity. We are going very fast, now in the golf cart, and we crash. I am not hurt nor did I fear being hurt, but I do fear she has been obliterated. Even in the toss and roll of the crash she is fine. I warn her of the dangers of speed.