I visited some friends - my boyfriend from when I was 19 was there. We were all 19 - seemed to be in some alternate reality from my past, while sensing and experiencing that past as my present self.

Everyone wanted to talk and I headed home. I put on my dead father's suit jacket and jumped into the river, which was in wild hills like San Francisco, but of a huge depth. Getting near the edge, you could see the drop. Many people were also riding on the river similarly, each politely avoiding collision with each other--as if this was the normal method of transport. At times I veered dangerously close to the edge and someone would kindly make way for me.

I was on a ship, and pirates were looting it---taking over. The whole time I was experiencing the pirate ship, it was taking place concurrently in a storybook.

I met my old boyfriend again, he was fat and gray now. I was now back in the original house from the start of the dream.

I was searching madly for clean socks.

I was dirty. Everything was dirty.

There are women around me, old friends - from different times in my life. One a blonde, a punk rock chick, and another one. In the dream they have long and very sharp nails. I am conscious that they are vampires and am alert and trying to avoid them without letting them know I'm on to them. The way they gain power and food is by sinking their long nails into your skin. I'm able to avoid them and the scene morphs into my mother's kitchen.

We're making a pot of goulash. I end up finding myself in a bad neighborhood, all the parts of my car are sitting on the street, detached from each other. I'm sitting on a pile of junk that was once a car. I'm forced to leave the car and find a ride home. I end up getting on a bus. The scene morphs into a yacht. I'm attached to waterskis like a balloon on a string, flying along.

I'm at summer camp.

It's the last day, and of course, I haven't yet
begun to pack. I realize this when I see all the
buses loading all the other campers, and begin to
drive off.

I make a dash for my cabin, which, if my real life
apartment is any indication of how I would live in
a dream, I had stuff piled every where.

I decided to donate most of my belongings to the
cabin, and just take whatever I could carry.
Then, I remembered my cats... where the heck were
they?
As I search the cabin for my sweet kittens, I see
the last of the buses drive away.

Seemingly hopeless, I then find myself at a Hyatt
Hotel.
I’m waiting for the back elevator, with my kittens
in a duffel bag.
I worry that someone will stop me from going up to
a room.
As all I want is a hot shower, clean sheets, and
room service.

I was in London, and managed to find some time to get into a shoe store. It seemed to be a Birkenstock store and somehow the prices were extremely low. I started trying on the strangest and most interesting boots, knee high, and made of suede, with a zillion lacings. I was very frustrated that they took so long to lace up and my friend was trying to rush me out of there. As I started to grab things for purchase, since time was growing shorter, I found the coolest socks ever, glittery tights with cartoons all over them. I knew they would look horrible on me, but I couldn't resist them. I had to leave but there was so much beautiful stuff I wanted. It was insanely frustrating.

I don't know what possessed me to rent a room from Puffy. I expected a private room but ended up with a basement room with what first appeared to be large windows covered with curtains, which looked onto the side yard. Over time, the windows morphed into a door to the local unemployment office/cultural center/tavern.

I became increasingly uncomfortable with the place as I realized that strangers were tromping through my room, even though most of my stuff was still packed (even in a dream, I knew this place wouldn't be long-term).

First I tried locking the doors, and Puffy or his wife would unlock them.

Next I went and explained the situation to the tavern, though they never accepted it and kept pounding on the door when they wanted in.

I explained the situation to Puffmeister's family but they were unsympathetic, even when I tried to wring tears from them with stories of how traumetized I was from the last time I had a peeping tom and how insecure my situation was.

You see, it turned out that we were actually in Northern Canada. I was shown a map. French was spoken, and apparantly, the family was there illegally.

When immigration officers stormed the place and the family hid, I discussed the situation with them to see if they could help me to get those doors locked, and for good. I was cool, never mentioned the family hiding outside, denied all knowledge of it.

But I did threaten to move out, when they emerged.

The good part is that I ended up taking ownership of Puffy's cool raincoat. And I did have a few conversations with him. You know, he's always polite and nice, even when the chips are down.

I was in a rental car, approaching a conference center/hotel where I was heading for a business meeting.

I was wearing ridiculous clothes for business, a fifties petticoat topped by a long, tie-dyed dress. Somehow, it worked, but I knew it was inappropriate. I also was driving inappropriately, sitting in the back seat and steering by holding onto the brake. I somehow was able to follow the curves in the road by sheer will; however, when I pulled into the hotel, I was unable to land neatly where the valet was waving me in. Playing it cool, I got myself out of the backseat, hoping nobody would notice that I was driving all wrong.

They brought my suitcases into the hotel, where I found a large, beautiful suite. I decided to explore, wandering through unoccupied suites, and upon my return to the front desk, found that the route to my room had disappeared and i was directed to go down an airport-style moving sidewalk to it.

Returning to my room, I found it occupied by six dudes. They nicely prepared me a meal of pizza but topped the pizza with a big handful of raw chicken even though I screamed "NO!".

I explored the suite and found a ton of stuff that made it appear that they had been living there for years. I took that in stride as well, I mean, this whole hotel experience had been strange, so what was strang-er about finding that my room belonged to some guys. I figured they just resided there and had nicely vacated for me.

Wandering around again, I found myself in a museum, where it resembled the hotel a hundred years past, with a maid unpacking dressed for an unseen guest.

I realized I was in a museum branch of the hotel and got back to my room, where the pizza was cooking away along with some brochettes.

These guys were at least cookiog for me.

I had gone to a witch to have her perform a magical ceremony. She asked me what my heart's desire was and proposed a magical ceremony to achieve it. My two young brothers were there and set out on this journey she proposed.

First we made two cakes of a rough grain. The cakes contained magical properties and needed to be carried with us on our journey. We needed to journey through the woods at night with no fear. We then would plunge the cakes, and ourselves, into a pond at the end of the journey, when the healer said we had reached our target.

The journey went through hotel lobbies, through scuba diving in indoor swimming pools, on boats, and single file through a forest and mountain path. I was fearful and walked behind the healer and before my brother.

At the time we reached the pond at the journey-end, we got into the pond and the healer morphed into a man, who asked me many probing questions, making me very nervous about what I had gotten myself into. I looked to my two small brothers but they seemed fine, happy and not paying particular attention.

We completed the ceremony and I woke, not knowing whether this was yet a success.