In the dream I climbed aboard the bus-like supertransport. Imagine a combination triple-decker bus and high-speed train. As I walked down the aisle, trying to figure out where I’m supposed to sit, I peered out through the windows, hoping that perhaps She had changed her mind and will come with me to California. She hadn’t. As I near the back of the passenger area, I realized that there weren’t any assigned seats and I could sit wherever I want. There was a seat available next to a very lovely woman. I sat down next to her. She was completely enchanting. Her voice sounded normal, but when I asked her name, these otherworldly syllables came out, as though perhaps she were speaking Elvish. I asked her to spell her name because I didn’t quite get it. I leaned in, ear near her lip, and she spelled her name in letters that weren’t a part of any human language. I laughed, shrugging it off. She said she had an accent because she’s from the South. The dream shifted to us getting off the bus at some street corner in California.

A dream fragment: I am in the corridor of a military spaceship. I seem to be a female officer. While chaos and red lights and klaxxons surround me, I calmly crouch to access an ancient-looking computer terminal in the floor. At the command line I type in “Contact Adama”. Apparently I’ve just had my first Battlestar Galactica dream.

Another dream took place at a really lame high school party. Looked like it was in a YMCA or something. I sat down on a computer and visited my friend Bill’s site. I clicked on a link and a video started to play. It seemed like a strange personal ad, only it wasn’t for a dating service but for readers of Soldier of Fortune magazine or something similar. Like if you needed another commando for your team, you’d check out these ads. Anyhow, there was Bill, only it was this super-buff Rambo version of him. He had shaved his head and had tattoos around each now muscular arm. The video was a rapid-fire montage. He was doing all these funny poses, changing hats from this bike Nazi helmet to one of those hats you wear while exploring the Australian outback. He had a paintball gun in some of the shots. It was funny because it still looked like Bill, with his perpetually-quizzical expression only with a shaved head.