writing

I was writing a PhD thesis. I needed help getting information. I kept asking, people, everyone about things: the meaning of words, what are the meaning of these words? I was lost.

I could only get to page 64. I was singing a song about only being able to write to page 64. I had done this before. Only gotten this far and then given up.

I'm relying on my friend Quint to bring me something important. A disk with a draft of the thesis. I left it someplace and he has to bring it to me. I'm very anxious about it.

Now, a friend is selling a house. I used to live here, across the street from this house. I come to see it. I'm surprised, they have left everything in the house. It is a huge mess. I wonder if the real estate person will clean it up. I go in to look around. There was a passage way up through th back rooms before. A place you could climb into where there were hidden rooms dug into the dirt. The wall where the hole was has been adobed so the hidden rooms cannot be found any more. I tell the real estate agent about them, I think she should know they are there, in the walls of this house.

overdue assignments

I'm in college. My dorm room is basically a closet with a bench. I need to get my assignments in order. I know I have projects that are due, or overdue but I don't know what they are. First I think I should start on one of my projects, but then I realize it would be better just to go through all my syllabi and find out what is due when. But I can't even get the stuff together to get started. I'm rummageing about to find my books. I fall asleep. I help someone try to climb up on a box. I keep getting distracted. A boat comes up to the edge of the building. They are taunting me. Asking me to guess who they have trapped inside. I don't want to play this game, but I know it is probably my son. Some how I trick them into letting Summer out of the boat. They are angry, but I get Summer to swim up to shore and I start spraying them with gatorade to make them go away.

playa legoland

We're headed out to the burning man playa, to see how it is. It is only one week before the burn, but everything is very wet. There are huge channels and sand bridges that you have to cross to get there. It is a very dangerous crossing. We think we can't go any farther, but one of my traveling mates had designed a self creating lego bridge that gets us over the water. I know that they won't be able to pull off burning man this year because of the water. I want to go home and report to others on computer lists. But the BM Org doesn't want us to and they capture us in a hotel. The lego man is magical. He keeps doing tricks that get us out of our entrapment. But I never get home. I'm lost out on the playa now.