Bike Forest Pirate Cove

Last night I was staying with K at her place up north. It was a cabin by a lake right next to some woods. I had been camping at Patrick's Point and needed to get back there. She said I could take her bike. Alls I had to do was ride through a wooded road, take a right up a bumpy trail, and follow the ocean to the campground. Once I got past the bumpy uphill trail, a beautiful view of the ocean opened up and a shoreline of shiny large pebbles shone. I rode the bike along moist sands, trying to get the hang of the steering. As I arrived at Agate Beach, the beach at Patrick's Point, I felt really happy to be out there in nature. Next, I was headed back along the trail and ran into my sister and her baby. I had the stroller and was steering the stroller along the bumpy dirt path. Another woman was there with her stroller too. We stopped at a lookout area that was supposed to be romantic. Suddenly the area had a sign that mentioned that this area was an old pirate's cove. We took some stairs down to a lower lookout and it became a tourist spot. There were pirate decorations and maps as to where the sunken ships were. I could see two shipwrecks in the water, but they had been painted and restored and were not as ancient as I had hoped. The rocks in the cove were huge and the ocean was so cold and misty. I took the baby down an escalator to a viewing area on the beach that had hotdog stands and little tourist rides that took you around the pirate area and into caves. We just sorta stood there and looked at the pirate environment and ships. We were planning on taking one of the tours. My nephew seemed confused but excited. Then I woke up.

The Many Levels of High

The dream took place in a swampy small town that had once sustained poor miners, but had been gentrified and now housed rich people looking for a "small town feeling" where real estate was cheap. Down a dark street lined with brick houses and dimly lit pubs, there was a door. It lead to a gigantic underground super-Potterybarn store that my friends and family ran. Above the store was a large flat that me and friends occupied and controlled. We had just recently let a room to a foreign exchange student dude who made yummy food a lot. Upstairs from that was a four-story home that belonged to my godmother Polly and her hubby Steve. The first level had once been a dumpy cellar but was converted to a posh TV room with shag carpet, a fireplace, a bar, and a flat screen TV. It was dark, but cozy and kind of retro with wood panelling and mood lighting. Upstairs from that was their main living area with a gigantic white diagonally-placed kitchen. It was bright and airy with large windows. Right next to the kitchen was a guest room that was open, only private by one stone wall. It too had shag carpet and a flat screen TV. The room had floor to ceiling windows that overlooked a hillside and a waterfall/river that the Muni train rode past a few times a day. There were wild chickens roaming around outside, and many pretty trees. The top level was where they slept and it was painted a really bright blue and it reminded me of a sailboat, but a computerized sailboat. Steve came home from work while I was there and he was dressed like a hippie, but not a real hippie; he was dressed like how someone would dress as a hippie for Halloween with a blond long-haired wig and bellbottoms and a tie-dye shirt. They were having a party that night--well actually, the whole building was having a party, but it would naturally concentrate at their pad because it was so cool looking. People arrived and were eating and talking. All levels of the compound had people in them, and the many escalators and stairs that moved between levels were activated and I used them quite frequently. At one point I realized that all the "kids" were around, but the "adults" had gone away. I went looking for them. There were no where conspicuous. There was a door and I opened it. There was a staircase that led to a hidden sub-level of the house. It led to a dark, wood-panelled room that looked like an attic that you'd see in a log cabin. On the shag carpet sat all of the adults smoking a joint. My mom was up there getting high and it was so weird to see all these old people doing drugs. I left and chuckled to myself. My professor-boss showed up and I told him if he wanted to get high all the adults were upstairs smoking joints. He looked at me with red eyes and told me he was already high. Tripped out by it all I went into the guest room and turned on the heart-shaped hot tub and had a soak. Such a weird place, I thought.

Rated G, for Giraffe

Downtown there were all these large animals on the loose. Tigers, Leopards, Elephants, Hippos, from a zoo nearby. Everyone was trying to help the officials to locate and nab them. They were close to catching them all when we spotted a Tiger. It approached me and at first I was comfortable with it being so close, but then a pang of fear came over me and it swatted. It's as though it could sense my fear and was messing with me. The officials came and took the Tiger, laughing at me for being scared because they said that she was the sweetest Tiger ever. Oh well. Later we were at a museum/airport type place and we saw a Giraffe that had managed to escape being caught. It was in a greenhouse/atrium type enclosure and it was trying to connect with other Giraffes outside of the enclosure who had been killed and stuffed. It was kind of sad actually. But I was able to alert the officials to his whereabouts and they all came. I was hoping they would take it someplace where there'd be other Giraffes. I began being friendly with the beast and it was actually very affectionate. They were all surprised, but pleased. Suddenly the Giraffe turned into a really tall man, handsome and from another country. He knew more English that we thought, and just sorta walked away from the whole scene. It was cool.