Old Land with Paintings, and Fish Flying Around

There is an old field, slopes down to a shallow valley in which I am teaching a music class for VSA. It's not working because the handouts are outdated and I fed chocolate to a small boy who was allergic and then wandered off to die.

But on the way down the ancient hill I walked through a region of flags. They were great big flags (more like tapestries actually) attached on their vertical edge to flagpoles. I wandered down among them like some fish would wander down a stream. Each flag had beautiful illustrations on it, moving and changing.

The night before:

Big cup fish flew by. They were maybe just cups/teapots designed to look like fish. Each back fin had a skillfully illustrated eye upon it. But the face also had an eye, a real eye. I think they were full of liquid.

up and away!

I was on stilts that were 12 ft. tall, and I was a little nervous and leaning against a house.... my friend next to me was also on 12 ft.s and was helping me stay up.... he tried to kiss me. I pretended I didn't get it... but I wanted to kiss him...

Also I was traveling and parked along side a beautiful but for some reason forbidden river. I think for parking reasons. There was another car/construction near by and it was this couple that lived in their car construction. They were taking out their "poo tub" which for some reason I was cleaning for them.

my friend made a freckle detector!

Sleeping high and the useless police

Well, I found a lovely bunk-bed above the old downtown city. Late night slumber again... above the ground with views of the moonlit ramblers... one in particular doing rad tricks on a bike. It was a little dangerous, but I was safe, nobody knows of this hidden bed atop the buildings.

Last night however I was fending for a tigers life. A mean woman girl I know was punching the wandering tiger in the head over and over trying to make it pass out. I was horrified at this injustice and was calling the police to come and arrest this woman. I couldn't let her find out. So I snuck away on the roadside in the forest waiting for cars to help me... The helpless tiger somehow escaped and was now in the big forest all alone. Last I saw him he was being stared down by a lion who would most definitely eat him. This whole time the police were failing to respond. I was for some reason convinced that they were the solution to these problems.

Nightmare: Moving to Florida

I'm moving to Florida. I bought the tickets already so there's no backing out. Only, I can't remember why I need to go there: I don't have a job or know anyone who lives there. Also, I barely have time to pack all of my stuff, or ship it. Why am I going? I ask myself, I guess I don't have to leave... I look up into the closets that Stef and I must clean before moving out. We have acquired so much crap. And the closets go up and up forever. How have I ever been able to move ever before?

And then I remember that I could take some time to get everything together, and I remember that I could go somewhere else, somewhere where I know someone. I start to feel relieved... and then I wake up.