Muddy Police-confirmed Wind

Totally mundane. Totally short and uneventful. But I'll share it because its all I've got, and I want all the rest o' y'all to share, too!

• I was driving with Alycia in some sort of rather small and strange (not a real vehicle) car. I think it was blue. The weather from inside the car seemed rather nice — sunny, and shadows. However, the ground was incredibly muddy and nearly impassable in the car as we pulled into a sort of parking lot through a chain link fence. I thought for a moment that we were stuck and started imagining how we would have to shove 2x4s underneath the wheels to try and gain traction. However, we made it through and I was able to swing the car around and park. It was evidently very windy out, and we were sitting in the car to debate whether or not we really wanted to go hiking in these conditions (we were at some sort of trailhead, although the landscape seemed very urban). Meanwhile, the cops (where did they come from?) walked around the car... I think one was nodding. They were dressed in a very non-American way... EuroCops, perhaps. We continued to stay in the car, but I rolled the window down — I didn't feel threatened by the police. Then one came up to the window and smiled in a creepy way while commenting about the wind — and maybe he slid a card of some kind onto the dash.

I think we chose not to go hiking.

I regained consciousness at this point.

I liked that the cops were foreign — I disliked that the ground was two feet worth of mud.

Dream Journal For All: A Brief Explanation, and Dream

While Robin, Maggie, Eric and I were driving up a mountain yesterday we hatched this plan. And here it sits, freshly hatched, weak, and trembling (--?).
The Plan:
This blog shall be used to collectively record our dreams. If you over-think it, the name of the blog kind of makes sense. All who want to participate are invited.

A Dream I Had Last Night:

To pass the time we started to drive buses around the block, which was located near a swamp. I was on a bus that took a detour to a lake not too far away. In the lake were all of the kids from Arts Adventures and the community centers where I work. They were playing with enormous inflated squares (6-8 ft tall and wide, 2 feet deep). I started counting off for them, and on "3" the kids let the squares fall back into the lake simultaneously. I loved swimming in the lake, but I wished we could do something other than dropping squares --even though it was a pretty good art project.

One of the kids became my protegé, maybe I thought he could go farther than square dropping. We walked into what seemed like a YMCA. I was trying to convince this kid he was really great at art, but he ran into the shower room. Then I found Maggie, Eric and Robin and we stood in a little circle and pushed each other up.

The end.