Afternoon Dreams

This afternoon I had some rather involved dreams during my nap.  Of the first section I only remember bits and pieces, predominately the last segment.  I was leaving work.  Our CEO, Bill was there, and I was being chastised for riding the bus when I had a car and could drive.  I playfully waved at them, left the building and grabbed my bike.  In my dream it was my Townie (I had ridden it earlier in the day).  I was waiting at a bus stop with another Townie. This was one of the powder blue ones with white flower decals on the bike and fenders. As we were waiting for the bus a whole bunch of these bikes ride by. I ask the girl if there was something going on, and she said there was a convention. As we are talking I am trying to wrap the bike lock I normally use on my GT Zum around the Townie. The bus finally pulls around the corner but it is block by a long line of classic cars trying to get around the cyclists who are still going by. The car are trying to pull in to the same parking lot that the bikes are exiting.

I get on the bus and it takes me to the next part of my dream. I am at a camp or convention. It is with my work, a mix of staff and residents. It looks a lot like Burning Man. I decide to use a hair washing station to get my hair washed. It is basically a utility tub with a shelf above it to put shampoo and conditioner. I start by conditioning my hair, then I wash it, then I condition it again, the entire time talking to some of the residents about changes of being and how that looks. I never see who I am talking to, but I recognize their voices.