Imogen drives a motorcycle

In this dream, Imogen is still a baby but is driving a motorcycle and I am sitting directly behind her. Turning right on Parc Avenue, by Fletcher's Field, she drives up over the rise past the tam-tams site, in full traffic. Krstn is coming along behind us on her own motorcycle. Imogen has trouble braking and I am nervous as the bars are a bit high for her. The traffic is slowing down and as we cruise through the traffic, the middle lane opens up and we take that route, curving under the Park-Pine Interchange which has been rebuilt (again). We follow the road under to a worksite, filling with water. The city has built an incredible water-park underground, under the Park-Pine Interchange, and it is almost completed. All tiled with fake islands and stuff. A few homeless people are standing around in water about a foot deep. We slow to a stop and take in the scene.

The Gruesomes seek funds from the CDEC

With an earnest face, Little John is explaining how their event went over budget and they were going to apply to the CDEC for funds to help with the deficit. The thing had taken place in a church basement or something, and the main expense was a fruit salad, a massive fruit salad. In my dream, my old boss Claude had forwarded my own notes to me, with his scrawled comments and questions and I was going through them, while John and Bobby explained in way too much detail what had happened, why it had gone into deficit, and why they needed the money so bad. I immediately spotted the reason for the deficit: they hadn't budgeted to pay the musicians, and the hip-hop band were insisting on getting 1500$. They were nervous. I woke up.

Hot competition at j-school... for a house

I was back at school... journalism school... For some reason, our teacher was telling us about this house that was for sale. It was part of our schoolwork, kind of. After the class, everyone wanted to buy it. They were lined up at the phone, trying to call the seller/agent.

One student in particular was being very annoying, wheeling and dealing in order to get an edge on the other students. This whole scene is pretty reflective of my time at j school... classmates competing for leads and jobs.

I also, desperately, wanted to buy this house. Something about a barn and 1950s decor... I went out of our department and down the escalator, to use a different phone. Someone was using a really loud machine next to the phone, so I went down another level and called about the house.

Then I went to go see it. It was a small, kind of ugly bungalow. Nothing special... Still, I wanted it.

Less wine, more dreams

It's confession time.

J and I drank a lot of wine this winter. And we forgot to post.

Well... we talked about posting, but every morning we couldn't remember the wines well enough to write anything. And there were too many wines, after a while we couldn't distinguish one from the other.

So a little over a week ago we decided: No more gratuitous wine drinking. The party's over. This doesn't mean the end of wine postings, but it does mean that the wine postings will be fewer and farther between for a while.

We will however post reviews from everyone and anyone who wants to pipe in and tell us about a bottle. Now how's that for democracy?

Unpacking and packing and rushing for the train

Weeks have gone by and I haven't been able to remember one dream... well, except for a couple creepy ones, which I'd rather keep to myself...

Then last night we moved the baby out of the bedroom and *pow* the dreams came hard and fast. Which probably means I had a good night's sleep.

This is actually a variation on a recurring dream... I landed in Amsterdam with a bunch of friends, en route to taking the train to Brussels. We got off the plane and made our way to some kind of intermediate spot where we were going to rest. It was a kind of indoor/outdoor picnic area...

And then everyone started to unpack their stuff. Lots of stuff: toys, clothes, lots of useless things... we spread our stuff out over this kind of hillside and then relaxed.

Suddenly I realized it was time to pack up and get to the train station or we would miss the last train to Brussels (in real life I missed last the train from Amsterdam to Brussels and had to spend the night in Antwerp).

We were in a big hurry and had to pack up all our stuff. This was a tricky project... very chaotic. I realized that we probably weren't going to make it and started to think about low budget places to stay near the Amsterdam train station.