Over the past few days I’ve had semi recurring dreams about what I’d have to describe as normal life stuff. You know going to work, driving a car visiting friends. These are sprinkled with light dreamstuff, like toys that eat each other or semiautomatic cars. Yet, the principal themes appear to be just ordinary everyday life occurrences.
The only really odd deal was in one dream I was fighting a toy pillow that had come to life and had began to construct a plastic army of robot toys made from the flesh or Barbie dolls (bleached and hardened) and last night I was working in a radio station along with a troupe of kids straight from the pages of Newsboy Legion.
The common themes of most of the last few night’s dreams has been an overwhelming number of dreams about moving home to Ontario, which I’m sure will be put aside by a visit home sometime in the next few months.

The Dance of Death that is the Eugene Downtown Bus Station
Published by NiteMayr on December 17, 2003I lived for a number of years in Toronto, and from 1997-2002 I rode the busses and subways there pretty much exclusively, having given my car to my Sister as a wedding present.
The Bus stations in Toronto are laid out so that you never have to cross in front of a bus in order to reach it. Unless you take stupid risks on your own decision. This is not so in Eugene. You HAVE to cross in front of busses to get almost anywhere in the Eugene station, which is almost a guarantee that you will have to seriously watch out for one of the road behemoths as you cross the station. Add to this the fact that you have to cross from between the busses and you get the idea that the makers of this system didn’t design it with the riders in mind. Silly Hippies.