KittySquirrel

I'm discussing the commute of a work colleague who recently left the firm. We're discovering it was much longer than we had initially been told. I was imagining him driving for all that time, sitting in traffic for hours every day. What would that be like.

Jean is showing me footage of the Police, pointing out how cool it was that the audio synced up with the video during the drum solo.

I'm at someone's house, a friend of J's. There's a large collection of video games, specifically N64 games, but many of them are mods of Super Mario 64 (like ones people have made online of the game, but in physical game form, with pictures on the cartridges). There is an argument between J and this unknown friend.

There is a woman here at some point (combo of Jam & Am) who identifies my bracelet as some form of awareness for something, and we join hands, intertwining fingers. It is a charged clasp, with feelings mounting. Matriarch turns up and comments on the clasp, saying we are playing a dangerous game...

An upstairs bar, a combo of lodge room, Barney's, and that one in Bellingham. An event took place and we are leaving. A growing feeling of distrust for J, but still going through life together.

I'm visiting the Pioli's farm house in Snohomish. But it is now a vast landscape with rolling fields of green and many ponds. It's extremely well kept and exceptionally beautiful. It is bright and sunny outside, beautiful to the point of being surreal. There may have been horses or other animals present. What a scene, like looking into a moving, elegant painting. This was a pleasant dream with very warm feelings.

I'm heading down a gravel road on foot to Ty's house. It's for his birthday party. The house is unfamiliar. People are sitting around the kitchen isle as ambient music is playing. It is eerily quiet for a party.

I'm climbing up the side of a high cliff, with no gear. An old school friend is flailed off when Kai lets him loose (maybe pushed?) near the top, and he splatters on the hard ground below. The body is twitching. It's a more gruesome scene than I'm used to seeing in my dreams. I note here that in my dream, my uncertainty of whether he was pushed off the cliff or not is quite prominent. I did not know what really happened, and that fact is very memorable and seems to be of some importance.

There is some discussion of student loans, navigating a classroom, trying out different doors...

A half demolished home. An Ordway-type figure dances amongst the rubble. Matriarch questions why I care about her dancing, I say she's beautiful.. Melody P comes to the door as I'm lying there in the half demolished home. She's looking for matriarch. I lie back down, relishing the last few moments before the home is completely gone. My vacating there is a combination of recently leaving my South Pasadena apartment, and the destruction of my old family home. 10 years apart but one and the same, in this moment.

A second scenario. I'm in a cubicle farm, many people clogged together. It's dusk, remnants of sunset still linger. There is talk of some UFO or weaponry overhead in the night sky, but the talk is light. In a different room, a terminal emulator is portrayed on a large projector screen. It doesn't at first register to me that it's the same one we use at work, and because of that I find it more interesting and modern. Then I realize it's the same and the fascination fades.