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There is a high school below a few small extinct volcanos. Found myself atop this historic roof, it seemed odd that the volcanos had been paved over with black road top. It must have been for drainage?

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Taking pictures in ABQ with my camera... oh wait, where did this come from? Did someone send it back to me and I just don't remember opening it? Great! Miracle tour comes through again!

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I'm walking around water and it's warm.

The Time Travel Game.

The scene is set:

A woman in pink comes out onto the steps of the Library, or maybe, City Hall. She has a blow-up car (it's inflatable) and is all set to go on her honey moon with Archie Andrews. But look, there's Veronica Lodge and Betty (woman in pink) sees a ring gleaming on her finger! (It seems she and Archie somehow got married instead)

The towns mission is proposed:

A person smiles at the crowd of townspeople, "who will wear this wig, and chase her (veronica) down?" The person holds up a curly orange wig still smiling. A tall blond man who is apparently someones brother tries it on. "Oh that's so funny" everyone thinks, "that won't work." A few others try on the wig.

Then the game is explained to me by someone who knows I'm watching and that I don't know what's going on. "Your going to have to go back in time to fix the problem." The problem being that Archie accidentally married Veronica.

The Game:

Everyone goes back in time. I'm doing yoga in a kiddie pool, kind of hanging out and learning how to do something I have trouble with when I'm awake, when I see a bunch of people in the shadows. A spotlight shines on them. They're all teenagers making out in the dark. I'm aware that the spotlight is coming from someone who traveled back in time.

A man and a woman who are making out in one of the darkest corners get the light shown on them. Suddenly the man realizes that the woman is a dog-spirit (which is a thing) and he gets scared and runs away. I know that this is going to change the future.

A girl floating in a pool is surprised when buttons suddenly fall out of the sky into her lap. I don't know who dropped them, but I'm sure it's part of the game and it's going to change the future.

Betty is inflating her brightly colored blow up car, I hear her start the engine, I can't believe that car works. It's getting closer to show time.

There is a dark green bar. There is a lot of sexual tension. Crazy characters keep dropping in from the future all the time. I wake up before the puzzle is solved.

Maglev train to the Underairport

[I laid down in my truck, just for a moment, tired, comfy, más o menos. Oh sleep —]

We board the metro in Denver, the space-age maglev train, that goes down into the earth. Of course. On our way to the airport — somehow housed underground. We reach a stop where a friend disembarks from the train, and I realize it too late! Oh no! I leap to my feet and go for the doors, which shut just before I can slip off. Hey! Hey open! I pound on the doors. No good — oh but, how did that fellow just get on? It was as though he walked through the wall of the train... an optical illusion? Hidden doorway? 

How are we going to catch up with Xx? As the train lifts into the magnetic air, it swoops up and around, turning in an odd way. I recognize now that this is not the stop we were supposed to get off at, this is not the end of the line. It is a relief that I didn't miss my stop.

But now the loudspeakers declare a sort of state of emergency. The metro is being evacuated, the entire system, no exceptions! says the voice. Mary and I look at each other, "The entire system, that's gotta be impossible!" our eyebrows seem to query. The train is now hovering up and up toward the ground level, light, with haste and with many others flying nearby in a sort of enormous sloping hall, lit like a scene from the lastest Star Trek movie.

The voice now tells us again, "No exceptions! The only arrests that will be made will be for the murder of other passengers attempting to evacuate." This is stated as though it is a calming reassurance. Oh thanks, Voice.

Dreamed Davie and the Raccoons

Dear Dream Drob,
I was asleep and dreamed these things:

Christy and David on a bus going somewhere, I'm in the seat in front of David, he's sitting next to a woman we both know. We're all making up a song together, but David keeps giving the woman hugs, like they're best pals. I think he's trying to butter her up.

We arrive at a mossy bus stop, with walls made out of bricks and wooden drawers. I take my gum out of my mouth. I start pulling the gum apart and notice it's getting bigger and bigger. I think it's because I'm getting more air bubbles into it. Now I have a huge ball of gum that I can throw. I throw it somewhere! It's evening in a park, lawns and lamps, and some stretches of sidewalk.

David and I follow it and he throws it into the bushes! A Miyazaki raccoon emerges from the plants with the huge gum in it's mouth. He's an old man raccoon next to another younger one. Oh! No! That raccoon could die if it eats the gum, I think! So, loudly, in my best dog trainer voice I say, "Drop it!" The raccoon drops it. Then I say, "Stay... stay..." and pick up the ball. I throw it away in a trash can thinking maybe I saved it's life.

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.

atmospheric jiggles

Yup, that's exactly what they were. I walked outside of the garage where we were playing music (the lady did not appreciate it bleeding through her walls). It was at the edge of the city, the east side, but not with all the stigma surrounding the social/economic status of the east side, it was just a place where you could look down on the city and the volcanos.

The sun was setting just to the north and above the volcanos which it never does or ever will...

So the sky was this fantastic warm color, but there were these outrageous and specific forms in the sky, kind of like wispy clouds but not clouds at all. Instead of gas they were light.... wavey grids of rainbows. All the people were in the streets looking at the site. I was trying to call my friends, distracted by being unsure of who it would be appropriate to call.

We knew we were witnessing something that had never happened before or again.

Ocean depth to mountain high

We're filming a movie. I think. Maybe I'm an actor, or maybe I'm just working on set. I'm in a large hall, like a dinning hall, in the dark — I see a shadow move and realize that someone else just entered the room so I try to hide next to a column. They cross the hall but look back and can see me in the ambient light from the hallway, so they turn on the lights. Dangit. "Oh, Eric, let's go — hey we need these set-up! You didn't put these 1,200 tables and chairs away did you? Ha, of course not." It's Vanessa, with a co-worker now. (Or maybe Neotha... with Anna? Megan?) I follow them.

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This is a boat. A huge boat? I'm in the water... or in a tiny boat, a life boat. Something falls into the ocean and sinks. I feel the vastness and enormous depth of the water. Are we filming?

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At some point, I visit the home of someone I work with on the set. I meet her girlfriend, who is grumpy when we arrive. They must have just moved here, there are loads of things peeking out of boxes on the porch.

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Leaving (the set?). I pull away on my scooter, my father is passenger. We laugh at the line of more than a dozen scooters that are rolling out next to us, linked to one another as if a train, and towed by a very small car. We pass them; a couple of cars pass us. We are heading down a winding road through the mountains, could be Colorado, could be northern New Mexico. The sun has set, the world is darkening. We come to a curve on which the stripes suggest that the road goes right, but I think I see a truck going left up ahead — I choose right. I chose wrong. Luckily I stop before I edge of the dirt lot that the road became. Phew. Oh no, here comes the scooter train behind us... there is no way they'll figure it out. Sure enough, they come flying into the dirt lot, narrowly avoiding us, but also able to stop. We are angry, "what the fuck were they thinking when they painted those lines?!" We continue down a couple of miles, and go to a building. Wooden. Hanging out with unnameable friends. Find out that someone's girlfriend works at a pizza place (maybe the same couple from before); she'll bring me vegan pizza. Just what I need. She arrives with a bag of a dozen gourmet slices. I want nothing else in the world right now. Plenty of laughter and friendliness.