Two Weddings and a Motorbike
I was going to alberta for Tiggersol and K's wedding, but I couldn't afford to fly so I was going to walk all the way to Edmonton with firefly. Silverstr was going to go as well but he was going to paraglide, but for some reason he was going to walk to the border to get something and then go back to start gliding. The walk to the border was along a trail in the woods, with tunnels and conditions that were much like the rainforests of BC.
In the second dream I was driving along to go to Engel and Iambe's wedding, somewhere where it was hot and there was nice weather. I stopped at a traffic light and some guy who was dressed as a bum and acting very crazy (all hunched over and making wierd symbols with his hands) was wandering drunkenly in front of the stopped traffic. Turns out it was Fozbaca directing myself and a couple of other cars up a side street to where we were supposed to go. Once there we watched a movie and just kinda hung out till this dream faded into the next....
... which was in California, where it was flat, hot and dry. I had to ride a motorbike for the first time (in a dream or in real life) and most of the dream was me learning this, driving around side streets, and around a square pool in the middle of a outdoor cafe. I had to get the co-ordination of braking, clutch and changing gears, which wasn't too easy. I remember saying to whomever was there with me that if anything goes wrong I can just jam on both hand levers (they were front brake and clutch, not sure if that's correct in real life), and it'd be ok (the back of the bike lifted up a bit when I did this, but not right away, so I'd have time to deal with it after I had freaked out and jammed on the hand levers). I rode around with the front tire bent out of shape, but it didn't seem to affect my ride at all. For some reason while it was a motorbike (a small to mid sized Honda I think) I was still peddling in between shifting gears with my feet. I might have been doing all this because I had to chase someone. At one point I took off one of the two t-shirts I was wearing because I didn't want to get a sunburn.
So votes anyone on whether I'm going mad?