2011-06-13 - 9:47 a.m.
It was a warm evening. I stood with Kev and Teddy in the dirt alleyway next to the small building housing the art gallery I worked at. We were having an opening. A few people were gathered in the backyard, which was open to the alley and had been decorated with strings of paper lanterns. We stood next to a small bright blue car, same color and shape as the one currently parked in my driveway in real life. I headed to the car to grab some floral decorations and slips of paper with info about the show. Kev nodded his approval, saying "that's a good idea." I walked along the glass front of the gallery, slipping the green branches I carried into the signs along the front. Then I walked in through the open door. The gallery was to my left and the office to my right. A table faced the door and I lay some of the branches--which really seemed more like stems--on the table along with some of the slips of paper. I kept trying to arrange them nicely, but the breeze was blowing the slips of paper and they were slipping around on the stems and I was getting frustrated.
Earlier in the night, I had a dream that my parents, Teddy and I were driving in a heavy snowstorm. We followed a guy off the main road, which wound through some woods, down a small side path along a river. The path was only just wide enough for the car and the dark water surged to our right. We went along the path's curves slowly but came up against a sign with X's on it. Ahead of us was a smal structure on a platform jutting over the river. Some people were gathered on the platform in the storm. We somehow got past the signs and drove up to the structure to park, then got out. We stood on the platform for a while, tramping around. A huge pickup truck came racing around the corner dangerously fast. It tried to screech to a halt at the sight of the X signs but ended up knocking them over. It backed up as quick as it had come but soon two more cars came barreling around the corner and the signs were knocked over. I started making my arduous way through the roadside snowbanks to pick up the signs without getting run over, but my parents called me back to show me something. I climbed a ladder on the side of the ramshackle structure, behind my father and with my mother ahead of me. At the top was a young brunette woman wearing a black hat with a pom-pom. She yelled instructions for leaping from the top of the ladder to the roof she stood on. My dad had done it once before but it had seemed easier then. Still, he went for it and made it. The key was to push off the top of the ladder which consisted of a rusty can. I was scared. I wanted to just flip around on the ladder and climb onto the section of roof behind us, then clamber over the roof to the other part. It made more sense. But my mom gruffly said I couldn't go to the other side of the ladder while she was still on it below me because it would unbalance it. Without waiting for my reply she pushed past me on the ladder, climbed to the top, and jumped to the other side. Eventually I made it too, and we were talking to this woman who apparently lived in the little hut whose roof we were sitting on. She was showing us some of her preserved food.
