(9/30/06) where the hell am i?

(Entered in paper journal at 10:20 AM at Starbucks on 43rd Street and 3rd Avenue in Manhattan.)

Dream 1

I was in a small-town-like area with somebody else. The area was like some of the adobe store areas in Santa Fe, with a lot of shade from trees. There was a bridge over a calm river. There were a lot of people around -- there may have been a fair or an event going on.

I was walking to my car, which was down a hill toward the river on the side of the bridge, possibly down a concrete path. But as I and XXXXX (possibly a Mexican man, a friend of mine?) were walking to the car we were joined by one group of folks and then another group of folks.

The first group seemed like friends. But the second group was a little annoying. They may also have been a Mexican family. They said they were coming because ????? (the boy in the family could be dropped off at school on our way to where we were going. The boy was walking and reading a huge science book.

I tried to explain that we were going to a fair and that if people wanted to come along with us, that was fine. But if everybody was just coming along so I could drop them off here and there, they shouldn't come.

But one of the guys in the groups tried to prove that the fair wasn't happening anyway. I saw strange view, as if we were traveling through the air. We centered in on one location -- a small house with signs on the wall advertising a fair that may have been happening inside. I thought, This isn't what I was looking for. Maybe the guy was right.

We pulled up into the air again. The view was strangely electronic -- only the house, in the center, was clear. Then everything else got clearer resolution as a line swept over it like a counterclockwise radar. The house was in the center of what looked like a circle of farmland. The circle may have been pale tan gold. But all around it changed to bright pinks, golds, greens in patches like squares and circles.

This strangeness didn't strike me. I rather thought, Well, this doesn't look like the location at all. I checked the location (? how?) and saw the man had changed the coordinates to somewhere in N.M. (New Mexico?). That wasn't where the fair was. He had chosen a bad location.

I told the man, "You can't stop me from going to the fair just so I'll drop you off where you want to go. I know where the fair is. It's in N.O.!" (New Orleans?)

I shifted the coordinates (how?) to N.O. The view was almost the exact same. A "farmhouse" (just a house) in the center of a circle, first the only thing in clear resolution, then the fields aroud it clearing and taking on strange colors by the sweep of a counterclockwise "radar" line.

I thought something like, Now I've chosen the wrong location. Where the hell am I?