Last night's dream got cut short (they all get cut short):
����My brothers have some research-related reason to go (back?) to Russia. All the Plymouth people (Cannons, Ben, Anthony, Bevy, Abe) are going to go. We go on snowmobiles. There's this thing you do--you pick up speed and hit the first jump in this magical mogul field that's somewhere in southeastern Canada where the sky is dark. You come down from the jump and steer off the next bump. Eventually you gain enough height to be held aloft by thermals, or something. There's a good deal of falling--rapid altitude loss--that happens, but somehow air currents manage to keep you in the air. It's a corporate-sponsored trip so we have these dumb business people along who think it's party time. They have hydration backpacks filled with rum and they keep flashing each other. We cross Canada and fly through Alaska and over the Bering Strait. It takes 2 days to reach our destination.
����Below us we can see the landing place. It's a small square field surrounded by nothing. "Nothing" means a flat grey surface that we can't land on because it's nothing and we'd either be lost forever or be killed, I don't know. So we have this little square to land in and the square is an ancient cemetery. A very dense, almost mass grave kind of cemetery. It's mossy grass with visible dark rectangles on the ground everywhere, and stone crosses, and we have to land there. We do. The business people are drunk and their breasts and penises are hanging out of their clothes, and they ride around the cemetery, whispering "quiet!" to each other's revving engines. We're angry, and we walk over to this granite tunnel entrance. We go in and there's a large main corridor with stone rooms on either side, all filled with dead plants. We unpack and get to work taking samples. Then the damn alarm.
����ALSO
����I bought Cat a nice red harness and leash today. I put them in the box where he likes to sleep, so maybe he'll feel more comfortable with them. It's 'cause I want him to be able to have outdoors fun, especially when he goes home with me for Christmas.
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