Spaceship thunder magic bauble laughter *clikpop*

[Proffering my brainbody to science, I dozed off many times (despite the buzzhumtaktak of the machine) while I was supposed to be completing puzzle tasks. Each of these dreams(?) happened in just a few seconds before I was beeped at and awoken for missing an answer.]

A sweltering hot desert, low shrubbery, dry, baked earth, high sun. Yellow. Agony, pain and shouting. "I" (looking like a hollywood movie star) drop to my knees, tears streaming. Dust and mud are caked to my body. Drying blood. I scoop into my arms the body of someone very dear to me. My child? Love? Mortally wounded? "Nnnooo!" I choke and gasp. "No noo!" The deafening noise of an enormous jet engine rises above and behind me. The heat and light from the spaceship/sled distorts the landscape in ripples of energy as it blasts off over my head and into the air. Rumbles that shake the earth! Screaming noise! "It can't be!"

"They still have my range rover!" (...the spaceship...?)

*bbeeep!* oh, gah. Near, the ball is near! Far. Far. Pause. Near. Pause.

A woman, running. Stumbling in fear and panic. I can't see clearly, everything is shaking; maybe I'm running, too. It's night. She is being chased by a person that wants something she is carrying. She comes up against the rail of the bridge, overlooking a vast, calm river below. Dark; street lamps reflected in the water. In the same motion with which she collides into the rail, she casts the sought-for object out and down. The precious thing (a ring? bejeweled and bewitched trinket?) It tumbles through space, slowly. I watch it fall, thinking:

"But, how will she retrieve it? What power does she possess that will allow her to get it back?! Because: she must!"

*bbooop!* wut? Ak! Far! Near. Click. Pause. Near. Near. Pause.

Christy, sitting on the hardwood floor of her room, looking up at me with a pout-frown. Full sunlight pours through some window, saturated colors. She says in a false whine, "I'm not stupid!" I had teased her. We hold our expressions for a moment before laughing deliriously. The bed is yellow. Her eyes are blue blue. She lets her head fall sideways in mirth.

*beeepp!* Jeez! Near. Near. Near. Pause. Blink.

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.