I was in Hong Kong with Jason for some reason and we were driving up the Peak and I told him that my aunt lived up there, on Jardine’s Lookout, and that it was prime real estate. I felt more interested in Hong Kong when visiting with a friend rather than with family.

I was walking down a rocky scree with Bryan and a sheep-goat (brought up earlier in the week by Kyle in Mad Libs) was at the base of it. It bleated and I wanted to feed it something, but I couldn’t open my eyes very wide to see it, because the blinding sunlight had burned my face and burned my eyes almost shut. When I woke up, I discovered that this was because brilliant sunlight starts flooding the room from our east-facing window at around 9 AM and my face was indeed burning hot.

I forgot most of my dream but I do remember an electric toothbrush-like appliance that was supposed to be used to massage and shampoo the scalp.

Night before last:

I was talking to Brett T. from work in his office. I looked over his shoulder as he showed me his website–its name was something like anvär or alsvär, and I said, “Oh, so you’re Swedish?” He seemed pleased that I knew, and showed me a whole page of movies of “card demos” where he was doing very quick and impressive sleight-of-hand card tricks.

Later in the dream, friends and I walked through campus and were high up in the hills and suddenly came across a huge demonstration taking place in a very steep stadium with a nosebleed view of campus. I was secretly thrilled by the roar of emotion from the crowd, the standing and chanting and waving of signs towards an audience so far below that nobody could even read the signs.

It was so steep it was frightening. Standing towards the top of the stadium, I remarked on that to Mike B. “It sure is,” he said and then he pretended to fall down and rolled down all the steps down to the bottom row of the stadium. I thought I would make a joke to him about how scary it would be to go from the bottom of the stadium to downtown Berkeley, just to see if he’d roll all the way down the hill.

Last night:

At one point I was talking to Adrianne, Elyse, and Shannon from America’s Next Top Model.

At another, I was in a room–some kind of camp or school–where the instructor said we could go out diving at night and swim through the dark ocean waters. I imagined the animals and thick green seaweed in the pitch black waters with some dread but wanted to go and swim out there with two other people.