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the flip side of reality
concerning higway 54
i'm flying with my dad over highway 54 in a small cessna. he notices that we are very low on fuel and thinks we should cancel the trip and return to the airport (gillespie field?). I think we're okay and encourage him to continue to brown field (isn't it closer anyway?) and we can refuel there. he makes it clear that running out of fuel while flying is a bit different than running out of fuel while driving a car. we realise there is a second tank of fuel but he is concerned that the switchoff between the two may not work and we can't rely on that. but then we test it and it's all good. so we are happy to continue.
he then shows me the flight recorder. it's an older plane so the flight recorder is manual. there are a serious of controls on front panel, where a radio would be in a car. nice woodgrain handles and levers. you pull a lever (the size of a very old toilet flusher or the dashboard gearshift in a renault 4) and an old 5.25" floppy disk ejects. you replace it, throw the lever back, and then hit one of the nice large polished wooden buttons to start recording again. Very satisfying action. You have to repeated this every time the disk fills up.
erica in the meantime is developing a new project with this freeway and calls it "the vaginal gateway" or something like that, for the way it sneaks through a steep-walled canyon. Where it meets the bay in Chula Vista is the fertile land of eggs.
Funny, that reminds me of the time that the 54 really did terminate at eggs. When they extended it to the 5 (used to stop at the 805) the project was delayed for years since part of the interchange would be built in the marsh area which was a nesting ground for the endangered least tern. I don't know what happened with that. Well, I do know: they built the freeway. I don't think they successfully avoided the marshlands as you can well see for yourself as you drive from 5 south to 54 east...
peace at blacks
slept at the beach. can't remember the dreams but i slept so blissfully well.
defenseless, primates, lizard yoga
i'm in dropped unexpectedly into world war two, fending off the attacking americans on a normandy shore. it sucks. i'm blowing little golf-ball sized explosives through a double-barred blowgun. all i have is a double-surfboard-sized piece of metal to hide behind and it looks pretty grim. Totally unprepared.
I'm worried that since it's white guys shooting at white guys how will anyone know whose side I am supposed to be on, since the best I can remember I am wearing pajamas or maybe a sweatsuit.
i go to pat's sea world show with some people and it is a cabaret-style setup. first we all sit down at dinner tables, and the enter into the center of the room from a size door. they first send out a reddish animal that looks like a furry miniature giraffe, about waist-high. it goes table-to-table visiting guests and climbing up on their shoulders for photographs.
then they bring out a very human-like primate in a suit who does the same thing.
for some reason i'm trying to get my hands on a wheelchair or a cart so my guide takes me to the x-ray machine right before people board their planes to go home. two elderly people in a row, crinkly old men pushing even crinklier older women on lie-down carts. we plan to just take a cart once they have boarded but we get involved with the scene. one old couple had rented a video camera for two weeks and wanted to take it back to germany for seven days since they are in a class and needed to transfer the material to another tape. my guide, who is the superior of the x-ray woman who rented them the video camera , intervenes and says they need to pay for another week. "but they are students". she knows exactly why they must pay but is half trying to be nice to them cause they're old AND students, and also half just trying to cover her ass and look good since she did tell them they could take it without paying extra.
i walk back through building four of cubic just behind tom sorenesen and there are plenty of goodies out on the tables, leftover from some meeting. good stuff, like candy and ice cream. susan remarks that the ice cream isn't going fast enough so she wants to pretty it up and make an announcement that there is yummy ice cream. i don't like the idea, since it means i'll be able to gank less of it.
later i'm spending some time with sparky. cleaning out his cage, feeding him worm bits, etc. really feel like i have a connection with him. he slips off a wall and somehow lands with his tail and back right leg in his anus and most-painstakingly pulls them out. ouch. did he do that on purpose? i can't believe that, it must have been an accident, but how? faulty lizard yoga?
party!
"who's the tightest party in san diego? we are!"
Drive around the suburban wasteland of eastlake with my sister, and see the spaceship-looking church we went to in high school.
pat and i got to party at a friend of a friend's house (or one of his coworkers) who lives down by a beach i haven't been to. we show up with a group of five or so. it's a small but friendly gathering. the mastermind of the party (it's his house) and his girlfriend on his shoulders greet us happily. such great food and candy!
he's pleased i enjoy t he food. early in the evening pat and i walk up to the beach and get surrounded by tourist-looking families. i have immense deja vu and then remember that all of this happened in a dream the previous night (leaving a party to go play in the surf, talking to pat about whatever it was we were discussing). again, i don't think those memories existed until my current dream created them, and did retro-active deja vu. i end up falling asleep in a big chair next to a passed-out middle aged woman who is hogging the cushions and being a nuisance in her oblivity. i think she kicks my ATM card to the floor but is apologetic and embarrassed later.
when i awake form the chair it's 6am and pat and crew are gone. partyhost and his girlfriend tell me they are downstairs with a volleyball or something like that and i sit down to eat the goodies. he's pleased i enjoy the food, especially the make-it-yourself sandwiches that are popular at the end. with strips of nice proscuitto and lunchable-style meats and lettuce and bacon and and and. and the "sunrise special wake'm oreo mint chocolate cookie breakfast bar" and its family of bars (size and shape of those cheeeeeeap cigars (snickers/) (flickers?) "who's the tightest party in san diego?" she asks. "we are!", they exclaim!
I go for a walk with todd (this neighborhood is near his parents house) and learn that his family owns in-n-out or something like that. from the beach i can see a row of houses on the water that have a massive structure over them, like the roofs over parking spots you see in apartment complexes and arizona. one of the houses has a brown shingled shell that covers the whole house, is attached by four cables, and lifts directly up into the sky (supported by an even bigger framelike structure) at the click of a garage door opener. This is how you get in and out of the otherwise sealed house. somehow i hear commentary from the couple who live there, as if it were part of an interview in a documentary about them our their home):
"when we moved into that house we were only twenty, so we took our camera downtown. this is the dress she was wearing" (she appears briefly in style-from-decade-gone-by black and silver dress with boa and frills) I am surprised that a 20-year old could buy or acquire such a big brown house.
throughout this dream I have homework to do. is it physics?
ghetto alpine starbucks
back to college, choose to living in dorms with freshmen boys rather than share tent with other guy. irregular corner of room that's nice and private
love story? who is that girl? oh yeah, i don't like her. rich guy's daughter. she's 'with' my roommate.
in greece or puerto rico or hawaii, gorgeous view of ocean, warm and misty
hating starbucks in the mountains; run-down and trashy like downtown fast food. i'm there in a suit and tie (but t-shirt underneath instead of collar
not the dream but what i saw when i awoke
vision of the clock radio idol
how to seize the west
Germany is planning to invade the West, and somehow one of their generals is telling me his plans. They will seize San Francisco, and then head Eastward over the Sierras through Donner Pass. I advise him that they should take San Diego where the mountains will be warmer and easier. then head north on the 395.
amelia injures eye at toll booth during commute; botched surgery leads to major war
brians' wedding in MI. easter? what day?
very narrow new tent made of metal
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