I was in a war against invisible invaders from another planet. At some point I made the discovery that they could be seen in mirrors–the opposite of vampires. I found two of the invaders, and they were tiny! I pinched their heads, one in each hand, and looked at them in the mirror–they were probably only about six inches tall. At another point, I was standing inside the edge of a round pit (a shelf projected about a foot out, six feet down from the edge). A lot of people had fled, but in the gentle rain, I decided I needed to tell the world about my discovery, that they were not really that fearsome at all–just tiny people you could see in a mirror.

I dreamed I was pregnant and about to give birth. We were in a city in the Philippines. Shara was there, and my mom, and I had invited some other friends to the hospital as well. I started worrying that it would take a long time and people would get in arguments while waiting in the waiting room. I was walking through the city, which was full of cobblestone squares and bridges and narrow alleys like Venice, but noisy and polluted and full of Asians like (presumably) Manila. I bought a women’s magazine, and wondered if I should go back home to get my Buffy Season 3 box set or another DVD to watch. I started worrying that I should have waited until my water broke before coming to the hospital. In the hospital room (where my mother was lying in bed) I asked the nurse about this, and she said, “Oh, don’t worry, we already broke it for you when you came in earlier.” I didn’t remember this at all. A labor cramp racked my body briefly, but it was less pain than something like a sudden seizure.

I also dreamed I was walking with Ken and Rahul and a group of other friends through a city, perhaps Beijing–Lam and Cory from high school were in the herd, I think. Ken and I were walking in the back, and he said something about how I was… not promiscuous, but something similar? I couldn’t hear the exact words and kept asking him to repeat it, but it was something about how I had dated everyone, or how everyone had wanted to date me.

This morning I woke up late (at 9) for the first time since getting back from China–the past few days I’d been waking up at 6:45 or 7 and spending a leisurely couple of hours making breakfast and reading. I think I’m getting sick. I’ve been feeling nauseous in the evenings for the past few days (including a few evenings in China, in retrospect, although I chalked this up to either wine or overeating, depending on the circumstances), and today I feel hot, feverish. I also fell asleep around 11 PM last night but felt groggy and poorly rested when I woke up this morning. Hope I don’t have anything serious. I don’t have a runny nose or cough or anything “normal.” I also hope I’m not pregnant (two comments about this as a possibility yesterday, from Jeanne and Rahul, leading to my dream).

I was on the Bay Bridge on a precipitously steep second ramp curving down at an almost sideways angle. It had been recently built for Turkish speakers to use. It was a sunny day.

There was a tomato festival in San Francisco that day. A bus full of tourists pulled past. The side had a banner sign telling us the rules about throwing tomatoes at the parade.

On the way down, we were suddenly on our bikes, pedaling around a lower deck, when we saw a large semi broken down by the side of the road. There was a tray table full of Diet Cokes in front of it set out for anyone to take. We picked up some sodas as we were biking by, but then I felt bad and wanted to stop. The driver was Chinese; I talked to him a little in Cantonese, poorly, then let him use my cell phone.