I dreamed my friend SilverRavenKat moved to California, and I decided to surprise her with a visit. A lot of people gave me money (in all denominations and some checks) toward my trip, close to one thousand dollars. I don’t know how I gotto California though, possibly by train or bus. It was early autumn or late winter, but unseasonably warm, so I thought I might sleep on the beach, and I didn’t take anything more than a hand bag with me.
As soon as I disembarked (all I remember is stepping down from something), I started walking toward the coast. I got to this tabled area overlooking a beach, but as I approached the water thinking I might find some shells, it receded leaving only mud and no shells. So I kept walking until I crossed the little inlet and walked under an overpass, but I couldn’t find my way up to the street. There was a kind of arena of mud underneath the overpass full of women in old fashioned swimwear (bathing suits with legs down to the knees and sleeves). They were in some kind of winner takes all mud-wrestle-athon. I turned down a tunnel, but it was even darker and I supposed it probably wouldn’t take me up to the street. Besides, it smelled bad.
I turned back to the wrestling arena and walked along a cement path toward the back of the arena. There I met the promoter of the mud wrestling match. I thought he would be a jerk (because of how he was exploiting women), but he was pretty mellow and showed me how to get up to the street. There was a hatch I had to climb to by putting my feet in square holes and pulling myself up with metal handles. I was just about to pass through the hatch when I realized I’d forgotten my bag at the tables.
So I rushed back across the sticky mud, worried my bag (and money) would be gone, but it was just where I’d left it. At the tables I met some people also from the East Coast. They were going to visit a guru and invited me along. Since I’d never met a guru and no one was expecting me by a certain time, I went along with them.
When we got there though, the owner of the house was the mud wrestling promoter. He greeted us, told us to make ourselves at home, and promptly disappeared. The only thing of interest in the livingroom was some kind of screen television. It was a box with sheets inside like a photo album. The movie was shown on the pages as they flipped and became concave.
My new friends found some VHS tapes, but they all appeared to be pornos. I wasn’t interested in watching, so I wandered around the house, but there was nothing interesting. Bored, I decided to leave and went back to say goodbye. However, the “porno” was actually some kind of joke comedy. It was funny until the end, then scene jumped to an image of everyone in the room sitting around looking at the TV. Weird and slightly creepy.
Next door was an open air Italian Bistro, but even though there were apparently no customers, the waitstaff was too busy to help me with a phone book. I went outside and found a phonebook, but couldn’t find Kat’s house or name listed anywhere. I considered calling my mom and asking her to go on my computer and find Kat’s house, but I didn’t think she’d be able to figure it out. Instead, I decided to find a cyber cafe.
Before I could find one however, a girl I use to work with (whose name I can’t even remember) came up and said she knew where Kat lived and could show me. We got to a beautiful bridge that looked like a thatched house. The girl wanted to go underneath through a tunnel, but I refused and used a walkway along the bridge instead.
So finally I got to Kat’s house, but she wasn’t home. Only her step-daughter and her grandson were there. I decided to go play with the baby since my nephew is the same age, but he was in this room all alone, and he was HUGE! He was like one of those babies from the front cover of the rag-mag tabloids. He looked up at me and held his arms out and said, “No one loves me.” Awwwwwwwwwwwwww, I hugged him, but I couldn’t pick him up. It was awful. He was too heavy.
I went back outside because I just couldn’t bear it. Poor little thing. My former coworker was waiting outside and said she could take me to Kat. So she led me to a tunnel again. It was more like a sewer with icky water and a bad smell. She turned down a tunnel, but I refused to follow her. A few minutes later a wave of blood washed down the tunnel (like the scene from the original Shining with Jack Nicholson), and I knew there was some kind of cyborg dinosaur down that tunnel. The girl had been trying to kill me, but got killed instead. I ran back down the tunnel with the cyborg dinosaur in pursuit.
