Jeanne and I were riding in a
monstrous SUV down into some
canyon - possibly the
Grand one - on steep skinny trails which only through the
magic of dream work accomodated the beast. Sometimes the driver was
ailie, no shit, and sometimes it was our housemate
Heather telling us about how scared she used to be to
wander at night. She used to envision a
path and picture someone further down it,
calling her name.
The
canyon itself was more of a domestic
labyrinth. It was starting to
flood. All we had to
eat was
chocolate pudding.
I had a conversation with
Thad on a cell phone whileon the drive; he was
imploring me to come visit him in
Seattle.
I believe
pukesick appeared in an earlier dream, but I can't remember it now.