June 11, 2007 - Whale Race Track
Part 1
I am at some kind of zoo, possibly the San Diego Zoo. There is a giant underwater race track, basically a giant loop, separated in the middle by a brick wall partition thing. Getting very close, closer than one would probably be able to in real life, I realize that there are two improbably large whales speeding around and around the track, chasing each other. Sperm whales, or blues whales. Then, as I am right up on the edge, one of them suddenly breaches, coming way up out of the water and looming over me. And for some reason it has become a killer whale.
Part 2
I wake up in a house full of people that seem vaguely familiar, but which I ultimately do not recognize. At first I am alone in a strange room, which I soon realize is occupied by a cute, but equally strange girl, who comes in all "Hey, good morning", and familiar. There are a lot of other people in the house as well, who come in and out, milling about, not at all put off by my presence. The house itself has a very comfortable feel, lots of wood, and trinkets hanging from the ceiling. Kind of an old, Northern California hippy feel, with lots of natural light and breeze. I want to give in and go along with what kind of feels like a dream, but I have absolutely no idea who any of the people are, or how I got there. Nothing. I can't even recall any events that would have led up to this point. Finally, I tell the girl about my state, and she doesn't seem mad, but maybe more like I'm just being silly. There also seems to be pressure from the other people in the house not to break this girls heart, or some such nonsense.
Part 3
I'm at some kind of museum or gallery with Sybille. It is definitely the period of us being around each other for the first time, trying to figure out where we stand. Perhaps we are at some kind of opening for a gallery or something. She seems relatively at ease, and elegant. I think I am basically at ease with the environment, but unsure of how to act with her. At some point we are alone away from everyone else, near a single stair, which I stand on and attempt to initiate a kiss. Now, I don't remember (this is perfect) if the kiss actually happens or not. Maybe she turns me down. Or maybe I'm just remembering the internal fear of that happening.
Next we are at a very crowded bus stop, which is strangely separated from the street by a long, plexiglass partition. There are a lot of people lined up on the inside of the partition waiting for the bus. I somehow manage to walk up the outside of the partition to the front of the line, not really understanding how it is supposed to work. Sybille is with me somewhere, and my arms are full so I need help getting my money, or pass, out of my wallet. Then, when I try to get on the bus, the female driver points out that I am not allowed on the bus with a wrapped up package. I realize that I have a large shoe box sized package, wrapped in brown paper and string in my arms. As she tells me I can't get on the bus, I accept it as perfectly reasonable, and promptly get off the bus. I do not know where Sybille has gone.
I am at some kind of zoo, possibly the San Diego Zoo. There is a giant underwater race track, basically a giant loop, separated in the middle by a brick wall partition thing. Getting very close, closer than one would probably be able to in real life, I realize that there are two improbably large whales speeding around and around the track, chasing each other. Sperm whales, or blues whales. Then, as I am right up on the edge, one of them suddenly breaches, coming way up out of the water and looming over me. And for some reason it has become a killer whale.
Part 2
I wake up in a house full of people that seem vaguely familiar, but which I ultimately do not recognize. At first I am alone in a strange room, which I soon realize is occupied by a cute, but equally strange girl, who comes in all "Hey, good morning", and familiar. There are a lot of other people in the house as well, who come in and out, milling about, not at all put off by my presence. The house itself has a very comfortable feel, lots of wood, and trinkets hanging from the ceiling. Kind of an old, Northern California hippy feel, with lots of natural light and breeze. I want to give in and go along with what kind of feels like a dream, but I have absolutely no idea who any of the people are, or how I got there. Nothing. I can't even recall any events that would have led up to this point. Finally, I tell the girl about my state, and she doesn't seem mad, but maybe more like I'm just being silly. There also seems to be pressure from the other people in the house not to break this girls heart, or some such nonsense.
Part 3
I'm at some kind of museum or gallery with Sybille. It is definitely the period of us being around each other for the first time, trying to figure out where we stand. Perhaps we are at some kind of opening for a gallery or something. She seems relatively at ease, and elegant. I think I am basically at ease with the environment, but unsure of how to act with her. At some point we are alone away from everyone else, near a single stair, which I stand on and attempt to initiate a kiss. Now, I don't remember (this is perfect) if the kiss actually happens or not. Maybe she turns me down. Or maybe I'm just remembering the internal fear of that happening.
Next we are at a very crowded bus stop, which is strangely separated from the street by a long, plexiglass partition. There are a lot of people lined up on the inside of the partition waiting for the bus. I somehow manage to walk up the outside of the partition to the front of the line, not really understanding how it is supposed to work. Sybille is with me somewhere, and my arms are full so I need help getting my money, or pass, out of my wallet. Then, when I try to get on the bus, the female driver points out that I am not allowed on the bus with a wrapped up package. I realize that I have a large shoe box sized package, wrapped in brown paper and string in my arms. As she tells me I can't get on the bus, I accept it as perfectly reasonable, and promptly get off the bus. I do not know where Sybille has gone.
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