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Feb. 1st, 2022 06:07 pmDream from night before last:
There was an active volcano blowing up behind the Mondavi Center, which happened to be on the top of a hill (NB in reality Davis is very flat). No lava, just really hot rocks sailing through the air and bouncing down streets. One landed next to someone next to me and caught her skirt on fire. We were sheltering against the building because the volcano was shooting off at an angle that meant there was a little safe space. But we were trying to load my wheelchair onto ... like, an 18-wheeler with a flat bed ... so we could escape the volcano, and I ended up having to "jump" from a concrete loading dock onto the truck bed. As we were driving away, dodging bouncing boulders, we passed a swimming pool where a volcano-shaped float toy was also erupting somehow, because all the volcanoes in the world were going off at the same time. Even in my dream I realized that was going a bit too far and made no sense. Anyway that's about when the aliens showed up and said they'd let the small group of us live if we agreed to pick strawberries for them (wtf). Then they rewound time to just before the eruption, and we ended up hiding IN the mondavi center, because volcano boulders can't open doors. Some people started wandering around trying to find the kitchens, because of course a performing arts building has an industrial kitchen. We found the kitchen but there weren't any plates or silverware ... or food beyond a random-ass bowl of salad that I ended up accidentally eating all of without sharing.
Dream from last night:
I was at some sort of sci-fi con; my mom and I were splitting a hotel room, and my dad had a separate hotel room in the VIP section. I got dressed, which involved some bizarre thing where my left pant leg had to be flipped in kind of a moebius twist in order to end up in the right orientation, and then we went to get lunch, which was a combo meal of a bagel dog and ... I forget what sided but they were kinda gross. My dad joined us and we talked about schedule stuff, including a con dinner that he had tickets to because VIP. Then I was wandering down to get some books and a friend from a writing group in college stopped me because he b wanted to chat alone. We tried to find an unoccupied conference room but they eyes all taken so we just ended up in the lounge. He had a list of books that he wanted me to read because they were proper manly sf. Then he was all "oh i need to go talk to someone Ill brb" and vanished. As I was waiting for him to come back, another college friend from that writing group came up and said hi and we hugged, but almost immediately she got called over by one of the writing professors (idek) and she was very hero-worship-y about him. Then Daniel (first dude) came back and said "the group" was getting sandwiches later and did I want to come... I awkwardly explained about the con dinner and left feeling unsettled about the whole "my books are good, the ones you like are bad" vibe of his recommendations.
[note for my own purposes-- this took 40mim to type up]
There was an active volcano blowing up behind the Mondavi Center, which happened to be on the top of a hill (NB in reality Davis is very flat). No lava, just really hot rocks sailing through the air and bouncing down streets. One landed next to someone next to me and caught her skirt on fire. We were sheltering against the building because the volcano was shooting off at an angle that meant there was a little safe space. But we were trying to load my wheelchair onto ... like, an 18-wheeler with a flat bed ... so we could escape the volcano, and I ended up having to "jump" from a concrete loading dock onto the truck bed. As we were driving away, dodging bouncing boulders, we passed a swimming pool where a volcano-shaped float toy was also erupting somehow, because all the volcanoes in the world were going off at the same time. Even in my dream I realized that was going a bit too far and made no sense. Anyway that's about when the aliens showed up and said they'd let the small group of us live if we agreed to pick strawberries for them (wtf). Then they rewound time to just before the eruption, and we ended up hiding IN the mondavi center, because volcano boulders can't open doors. Some people started wandering around trying to find the kitchens, because of course a performing arts building has an industrial kitchen. We found the kitchen but there weren't any plates or silverware ... or food beyond a random-ass bowl of salad that I ended up accidentally eating all of without sharing.
Dream from last night:
I was at some sort of sci-fi con; my mom and I were splitting a hotel room, and my dad had a separate hotel room in the VIP section. I got dressed, which involved some bizarre thing where my left pant leg had to be flipped in kind of a moebius twist in order to end up in the right orientation, and then we went to get lunch, which was a combo meal of a bagel dog and ... I forget what sided but they were kinda gross. My dad joined us and we talked about schedule stuff, including a con dinner that he had tickets to because VIP. Then I was wandering down to get some books and a friend from a writing group in college stopped me because he b wanted to chat alone. We tried to find an unoccupied conference room but they eyes all taken so we just ended up in the lounge. He had a list of books that he wanted me to read because they were proper manly sf. Then he was all "oh i need to go talk to someone Ill brb" and vanished. As I was waiting for him to come back, another college friend from that writing group came up and said hi and we hugged, but almost immediately she got called over by one of the writing professors (idek) and she was very hero-worship-y about him. Then Daniel (first dude) came back and said "the group" was getting sandwiches later and did I want to come... I awkwardly explained about the con dinner and left feeling unsettled about the whole "my books are good, the ones you like are bad" vibe of his recommendations.
[note for my own purposes-- this took 40mim to type up]