camping in a foreign country

          I was driving in my Vanagon in a foreign country. There were several people with me. We were camping in the van for several days. I found it hard to pay attention to the road at times, and had to swerve to miss obstacles, and wound up plowing through snow drifts. I’d pull off here and there and we’d watch movies. A woman in the van kept saying ‘lets watch the porn’ and a man who resembled Eric kept saying he didn’t think it was appropriate with teenagers around.

          We kept passing a yellow van with people camping in it. At one point I was turning a corner, and a woman from the yellow van got out and warned me that I was too close to her van. I slowed and looked carefully, and continued, thinking that I’d be close, but be able to pass. I’d not noticed that the two mirrors were at the same height, so they collided, but it just folded the mirror in, rather than breaking it. I drove on. We stopped, and I examined the mirror. It had a small crack in the black plastic, and a brown, tacky fluid was seeping slowly from it. The man came by and I showed him, saying that it was crying. I was sad.

          We went and spent time with the other campers, who were

A wound

          I had been on vacation. I was sleeping in a bed on the floor with a woman. She kept backing up into me until she pushed me right off the bed. I tried to just sleep on the floor, but it was a very tight space between the mattress and the wall, I felt claustrophobic. Finally I sat up. The woman woke up and wondered what I was doing. Just then some music wafted in from down the hall, and it was clear that it was dawn. Someone was performing a ceremony. I decided to do some yoga since I was up anyway. The woman thought I was doing a ceremony to, and I let her. She got up and joined me.

          Then it occurred to me that since it was early, I could make it home, get ready really quickly and make it to work/school if I left

magical men

          I was following a man with magical powers. He could fly, and penetrate solid objects. He was on a mission of some sort. Normally he was invisible, but in order for me to be able to watch him, he wore clothes. He wore a navy blue corduroy shirt. He had dark hair. He gathered to him a Guernsey cow and a tiny, yapping dog. The dog belonged to either the cow or someone whom the magical man had …killed? He took a collar off the cow, and that made him lose half his power over her. He was trying to make her fly to him, but she was walking away. He could only control her a little. The yappy dog yapped.

          He went into a pub and took off his clothes so he’d be invisible again. I noticed that I could still see him, and he looked different; he was chubby now, with short, thick, curly brown hair, but I had an exquisite sense of recognizing him. He had a kukhari,

trees blow over

          I was watching a storm through my picture window when I saw a huge tree blow over. As the storm raged on I saw two more trees go over and I worried about one falling on my house. Apparently one did because the next thing was Roger and Tell coming over to assess the damage. They brought over some steaks and cooked them up then went about their work. Roger came down and I asked him if he’d guarantee his work against leakage. He laughed, but then said yes. There was another man in the house, sitting at the table. I looked over and saw that there was a small, dark brown baby seal by his chair. I shouted gleefully: baby seal alert! Baby seal alert! The seal climbed into the man’s lap and snuggled against his shoulders. He stood up and I ran to get my

visited by an alien

          I was living by myself in a cabin located some distance from a village. It was winter. There was beach nearby. There were rumors of strange beings arriving in the area from outer space. One day I saw something emerging from over the crest of a hill. It was a very tall biped, covered in black and white fur. As soon as I saw what it was, I ran as fast as I could to the village. Later I came back, and continued my life as a cook. I saw the being again from my back window this time, and took off again. This time I was in my clogs and I was worried that I couldn’t run well through the snow, but the being didn’t seem interested in me even though he had seen me. I returned home again, and at some point two men came to visit me. One was an outgoing, flamboyant guy with whom someone (maybe me, maybe another woman) had had an affair. He was known to be somewhat unreliable and bisexual, but a great lover. The other was a more reliable, boring sort. I explained my