Gillian Anderson (of the X-Files) was in danger of being killed, and I was trying to keep that from happening. DM, one of the lawyers I used to work for, was working for the opposite side. In order to help her, I had to be sure that I was slicing and optimizing my website images in exactly the right way (and yes, I *do* realize this means I've been working too hard).

Later, a dream about being somewhere outside (near a restaurant, I believe) where there were big heavy plastic awnings that I had to walk beneath, and I kept running into them and couldn't figure out how to get under them without hitting my head. I finally saw that they were full of water, and I tried to shake them to get the water to fall out, but it wouldn't.

I was trying to run away from someone, and I was running, literally, long strides, covering a lot of ground. I had forgotten that I had a car, and I thought about going back and getting it, but was afraid that I would get caught. I didn't know where I was going to stay, either, but decided to worry about that later.

I ducked into a small gas station/convenience store, and the owner, behind the counter (Stew), said something about liking to let people keep their cars in his garage, and I suddenly realized that it was very cold, and I should probably go and get my car and put it in his garage--but I didn't want to go back and risk getting caught, and as I looked over into the garage, which did look very nice and big and warm, I wasn't sure whether it would be locked at night or not--my worry was not that the car wouldn't be protected, but whether I could get to it when I needed it.

There were two men who were in love with each other--one was an older man and one was younger. The older man was Robert Duvall, and the younger I didn't recognize, but he was nice looking.

I was watching as if I was watching a movie, and saw another man walk up to the older man and address him as "Inspector," and I thought, "Oh, they were priests at one time!" and watched to see what would happen next. The third man told the older former priest that the younger man had gone to talk to the older man's wife about something, and I further understood that they weren't Catholic priests, but Episcopal priests, since Catholic priests couldn't be married.

I wanted to see what had happened to make them leave the priesthood, but I woke up, and thought, "Oh, I wanted to see what happened next!"

There was a woman in New York who was protecting a child, taking care of her and protecting her identity. She could never reveal who the child was, or she (the child) would be killed. I was involved in this operation somehow, and I knew that there was a man who would protect all of us, if I could just get to him.

I had some notes I had made that I needed to get rid of. I went into the bathroom and started tearing them up and putting them down the toilet, pushing them down with my fingers.

I turned around, and there was a man sitting on the edge of the tub. He had been watching me, but I hadn't noticed him. I decided to brazen it out and pretend that I hadn't been doing anything, and hope that he hadn't really caught on. I couldn't think of anything else to do, but I was afraid it wouldn't be enough.

D was running an auction. A man who had donated something to the auction decided that he wanted it back, or rather, that his wife wanted it back--he wanted to check with her and see for sure. D told him that of course he could have it back, as long as he paid for it.

I was rearranging my apartment--or small house--trying to find a place for a new desk. There was an alcove in the back of the apartment, and I was going to put the desk there. But when I went back there to look at the space, I saw that there was a bed there that folded out from the wall.

I hadn't remembered it was there. It was all dusty. It was made of heavy, dark wood, carved. Antique-looking. I was thinking that if I put the desk back there (in spite of the bed situation), I "wouldn't be able to see the television."

Then I realized that I never watched television anyway. Still, I liked to have the option.

JL had a boyfriend named Aaron. They had been going to break up, then Aaron decided not to break up right then; he thought he'd stick with her for awhile, then reconsider around the first of the year.

I was trying to tell her not trust him, that often men did that just to keep their options open. I didn't want her to get hurt. But I also didn't want to have her be hurt by what I was telling her. Kind of a sicky situation.

I'm at my parents' house, in the side yard. There are several trash bags that need to be closed and carried out to the curb. I'm dressed in work clothes, and don't want to get dirty, but I figure I should help anyway.

So I pick one bag, and I'm looking around for a tie to close it. The bag is too full to be closed easily, so I'm trying to push things down inside, and I see that inside there is a transparent plastic bag full of some sort of very rotten stuff, with bugs in it, and Mom has used a number of green alligator clips to close the bag.

I don't want to throw the clips away, so I reach in and try to remove them without touching the bag, and without really looking at it, because I don't want to be disgusted by the bugs. I get a few of the clips off and decide I should probably just go ahead and throw it away with the last few on it, not that I want to, but I'm afraid of letting the bugs out.

I had heard about a movie that I thought I might want to see, but I was afraid that it would make me uncomfortable, so I didn't intend to see it. It was about a young teenage couple, and the girl might have been retarded. Then I saw a preview of it, and it looked wonderful--the girl was a little strange, but I liked her, and the boy was--I can't remember his name, but he's on Babylon 5.

I tried to find out what the name of it was, but I couldn't find it, and I so wanted to see it. But if I couldn't find the name, I couldn't.

And then I woke up, and I thought, oh, I wanted to see how that ended.

It was my birthday, and KS was treating me to lunch, which was big shrimps served on the beach. They were messy to eat, covered with spices and chili powder, and I actually thought they were an appetizer, and I only had two, but it seems that was the entire lunch. They were good, though.

Then I saw something--a life preserver--falling from the sky, and I was frightened, and I flinched, and then I saw lots of things falling from the sky--pick-up trucks and buildings and all kinds of things, and then EA laughed at me, and said it was only an optical illusion, that things weren't really falling from the sky, but I couldn't figure out what was really happening.

D was coming to town to do an interview with the local public television station. Somehow I got into the conversation and said that he was my best friend (laughing), and I was given a huge three-ring binder with his picture on the front. CC was the one who gave it to me, and it had an overlay on the front with magic marker lines, and I said that I would take it and look through it for errors, and also move the overlay so he didn't "look like an Oriental woman."

I assumed that the binder contained information about him, and I was interested to read it, but it turned out to contain things like bios of the people (a man and a woman) who would be interviewing him, and information about the city.

There is a sign-up sheet on a card table where people have signed to attend the interview. I'm not sure if I should sign up or not--would he be angry if I did, or nervous if I was there? I decide to go ahead and sign up anyway, and if it turns out I shouldn't go, I won't.

Then people start arriving for another lecture, and my phone rings, and it's D. I put the phone down for a moment so I can gather up all my stuff (including the notebook) and get out before the lecture starts, and I can hear him talking through the little speaker, so I pick it up and laugh, and say, "I didn't hear what you said, I had put the phone down. It's so rare that we actually talk on the phone, I'd forgotten how."

He said, "They've left me alone at the house. I got home to find a note that I'm not to smoke in the house." I ask where they've gone, and he says "Provash--like that place we went to gamble that time. The princess is still deciding whether we get to keep our winnings." ["Provence?"]

I ask if he's not supposed to smoke at all, or just in the house, and at the same time I'm wondering if I should ask if I can come to the interview. He sounds as if he's been drinking--not drunk, just a little morose and a little subdued. Unhappy.

I need to get of the auditorium before the show starts, so I juggle all my things and the phone, and walk out, and he tells me to listen, that he wants to play something for me--says, "You'll like this," and I hear the sounds of the stereo buttons and clicking of various toggle switches, then music.

I was at a car dealership driving my car--which wasn't actually the car I have now, but a white four-door with red interior. Behind the dealership was a big construction area, with rocks and piles of dirt and ravines and big holes. I was trying to let the car just go, i.e., not really control it, because I was afraid that if I tried to steer too much, I'd end up crashing. So I mostly just kept my hand lightly on the wheel, and we bounced over the rocks and around the obstacles, and everything was pretty much okay.

Then, instead of actually driving the car, I was watching, and the driver's door came open as the car was racing around over the rocks. I just knew that my purse had fallen out and I was going to have to go look for it, climbing over and through the dirt and rocks.

Then I'm talking to someone at the dealership who tells me that someone just bought my car for $11,000, which surprises me, since that's much less than I paid for it, and I show her that although it's dirty, it doesn't have any dents or real damage.

As I walk off to go look for my purse, I notice a man who I assume to be an illegal immigrant huddling in a corner behind a chair. He motions to me not to let on that I've seen him, and I gesture that it's fine, I won't tell. There are immigration agents in the dealership, wearing gray polyester pants and blue shirts and headsets.