My dreams from Sunday, 2022–07–31: Music camp. Sandra Bullock slept here. Body-swap hustle. First dream. I’m at a very well-attended music camp in a flat bowl in green hills. Thousands of Ren Faire-type people are here. I’ve come here with Juanita. I didn’t bring my guitar. The sleeping arrangements are…

My dreams from Monday, 2022–07–25: Hannis’ apartment. Popcorn. First dream. I’m out camping in dry summer California hills for a recording project. I need something from down that way a mile or so away. I run barefoot on a gravel and dirt track-road, realize that I’ll run my feet bloody…

My dreams from Wednesday, 2022–07–20: Old fart. Time travel trick. A truckload. First dream. Haughty young people sit around a college library or meeting room table. I’m not being considered for a job here because what could /I/ know? I start to tell a snotty girl about some of the…

My dreams from Wednesday, 2022–07–13: Fleeing across the worlds. Sixties suburb house labyrinth. First dream. I escape from one world to another inside a dim cave. There’s a back-story of nanomachines that give you marginal superpowers of calculation and persuasion and some light telekinesis. This product comes from a company…

Dinner theater game. Motel of the mysteries. First dream. The Fort Bragg (CA) Denny’s has its south section traded for the north part and there are no windows except across the street side. Juanita and I are in a back corner booth. The waitress is playing a theater game where…

My dream from Sunday, 2022–07–03: A Martian odyssey. South of Fort Bragg (CA) but in open empty land like what used to be out Highway 65 west of Roseville, but also like Wyoming, my point of view moves slowly across (above) a highway where a giant truck and a London…

My dreams from Monday, 2022–06–27: Cruise plane techie. Sal Mineo. Goodbye, miss. Size exercises. First dream. I’m in an airplane at night that’s also a kind of cruise for clubs of elderly friends. I’m a technician but nothing is broken so I’m just wandering around looking at things and waiting…

My dream from a nap Saturday night 2022–06–18: Interworld ship. Juanita and I are inside a long, narrow wooden sailing ship. The back-story is something like: on an adventure we stumbled onto this miracle ship that travels between parallel worlds. I’m exploring, going forward from room to room (no doors…

My dreams from Tuesday, 2022–06–14: Time flight. First dream. I’m walking through a deserted themeless theme park near the ocean in like Florida with someone like my friend Tim Falconer. We’re supposed to go north a few hundred miles. I take his hand and use my flying power to lift…