I was in Egypt exploring. Though dry it was not as flat as I imagine Egypt, rather it was more like the Canyonlands in Utah. I was climbing up some kind of steep rocky spine and looking across at a cliff face. Soon it was clear that this was not a natural cliff face, but rather an artifact of the ancient Egyptians. Suddenly after hard climbing I could see the cliff through a gap in some rocks from an unusual angle. I saw an incredible thing; there were images (photo realistic) engraved on the cliff face that could only be seen from this strange angle. The images were like those pictures in a crackerjacks box that changed if you looked at them from a different angle. The cliff image changed between a man, a woman and a scary looking mummy.

Many dreams: 1)My sister was a witch who used two magic onions to cast spells on me. These onions could not be destroyed so I would hide them, but my little brother would magically find them again. Then I got so fed up I threw on in the river and one over a cliff. 2) Kevin had an amazing device. He used it to climb up a huge vertical stack of logs, then instantly cut though them like butter. 3)Cross country relay race. Ali and I against Coren and some girl. We won a photo finish when I did a come from behind downhill sprint to pass the girl. 4)I ate lunch with Dave and Barbara. Barbara sent back an omelet that was too dry.

Bob bought an SUV that was a limmo Hummer. Huge. I was in it with him, criticizing it. There was a car coming towards us on the narrow road so I told Bob that he couldn’t fit, but he just drove half way up on the sidewalk and kept going. Later there was a party on a ferry. We all drove our cars on, but Bob’s Humvee wouldn’t fit. He left sulking, like it was our fault that his huge SUV wouldn’t fit.

Ali, Emily Rogers and I were in a car and we pulled up to a convenience store. A cute guy in a bicyclist’s outfit came out of the store. Emily sad something like “look how plump that dried cranberry is” as code to Ali to look at the cute guy. Ali said “yeah, that cop sure is nice”. I said “Jesus, if you are going to talk about cute guy in front of me at least use code I can’t understand!”. I was annoyed.

I tried to assemble a 747 by hand from a kit. I ran into a couple of complications.&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp

Some friends and I were exploring a mine and we found a vending machine/slot machine. It was old, dusty, and broken. I was messing with it when two or three gold coins rolled out. So I reached my hand up under it and started pulling out gold coins, nuggets, and some diamonds. There was enough to fill a small backpack. I was so relieved to finally have money, that I wouldn’t have to worry about that shit ever again. When I really woke I momentarily thought the dream had been real. Sigh.

I was playing pool at Rhetick’s. There were two kinds of cues, those with built in compasses and those without. I had the cool kind but some girl demanded to use the compass kind. I gave it to her and then left in a huff.

I was packing in preparation for my senior year at Haverford. On my way out of the WV house as an impulse I grabbed Mr. Blank the cat. I got on a bus to school with a few fellow students. Oddly, Mr. Blank’s fur had tuned sort of blonde/gray from age. Once there Jack wondered how I planned to get him back into the country which reminded me that Haverford was in Costa Rica. Then some stuff happened. While there I saw an electric Peugot with a Budget rentacar sticker and I vowed to rent one. Then I was on a plane back to the States and nervous that they wouldn’t let Mr. Bank into the country since he didn’t have any paperwork or even a collar. But some friendly thugs at the back of the plane helped distract authorities from my blonde cat by “toasting” their food, grilled cheeses, clothes, etc with a welder’s torch. Nice!

I was an anarchist with a small group of like minded friends. We were waiting for a city bus. As we were waiting we would stick these nicely made wood strips with a slot running alone its length under the bus. Then we would stick razor blades in the strip of wood to puncture the tires of passing busses. We would only do this to busses going to places we considered too “consumerist” or “commercial” like the mall.

I was at an airport. We got on a plane that tried to take off between tall buildings. The plane was not accelerating fast enough. The pilot needed to decide whether to put on the brakes and stop or to goose it and go. He goosed it. We barely made it over a building and some powerlines. We nearly died.