1. Family vacation 2. Spa with Brooke 3. Bridge Machine Nightmare 4. School

1. Flashback to a family vacation I've never had where a big sister is covered in a mud wrap or seaweed wrap on her abdomen and trunk. Little brother keeps splashing her ("Stop it!") and diluting her wrap before it is to come off. There are huge tropical plants overshadowing the dark wood decking where the soaking tubs are inlaid. Mom and Dad are in love again and not paying attention to brother and sister, which, ultimately, is a good thing.
2. Brooke Stepp is giving me advice at the outdoor spa. We've been soaking together and in our own sea weed type wraps. (These kind are supposed to stay underwater.) I know that the next part of the routine is to eat/drink this thick fruit shake. (Is it fermented? Tastes really bland and starchy.) Brooke tells me that the spa attendants hold the cup for you so you can remain with your whole body submerged. She says you can also have a little to eat like tuna or cod; she likes cod better because it is a little sweet. I realize it's raw fish she's discussing, and then envision a whole sushi bar. I start to really get behind the idea of chopsticks.
3. Nightmare in which I probably die. I am driving a van on a bridge. It feels like Vancouver, B.C., but it also feels like Tacoma, Wa. I look to the side of the road and I see an alarming feature: a building that has a large glass tank filled with tires. Above the tires is a yellow accordion pump (huge: 20-30' tall) pushing down into the tank. Above the pump is a filter that is a chimney type thing and there are thin, but yet still black billowing clouds coming from it. A sign says: "We are willing to melt your old tires but this device does emit greenhouse gasses." I continue driving and look ahead and suddenly that the tire recyclery has become a VEHICLE and is right in front of me. I am nervous that it is very combustible. The bridge starts to shake and falls apart. I get tossed around the van and I wonder if I should try opening the door in mid air. Directions pop up into my field of vision as if I'm watching a computer screen but they are not encouraging. I panic. I fear that once I'm in the water, there will be pieces of the bridge and other vehicles still hitting the water and perhaps me. I wake up still in a panic, too hot, and resolved to carry a hammer with me to break out of whatever car I'm in. I'm still trying to figure out how to escape, awake. I consider that all of the pieces of the bridge will probably fall somewhat in the shape of the bridge- a line, and a van won't fall any faster than the pieces of the bridge. But I'm pretty convinced I've died in the dream. I tell Isaac that dying isn't any worse than my worst menstrual cramps, or kidney stones, right?
4. T Spells is teaching the class I want to be in for spring quarter. It's about sculpting characters. Again, all dudes in my class.