dream061223 flux i passed by a building, an abandoned movie theater. it was small, and kept asking to be called "ugly". it wasn't built like a movie theater at all. single story, tiled in cornhusk yellow. maybe a hint of a reference to mission style architecture. i remembered it wasn't abandoned, but it didn't show movies. i'd met some people there. a city square, filled with statue pigeons, a fountain, a flag. i need to get home. i am in his car, it may have been a taxicab. i cannot remember this all too clearly. we are in a parking lot on the other side of the street from the theater. pine trees grow in the landscaped areas. he hands me something. i tell him that i know him. he's a clown, something like the character from a house of a thousand corpses and the devil's rejects. there is no threat, though. we start talking about his work. it was his theater, but he is involved in some sort of dubious insurance business. we connect, on some level. he offers to take me home, and starts driving. i realize we are on the highway headed south. we are stopped on an overpass. i look down the road, a straight shot towards .. what, i do not know. the highway is a channel through a hill, v shaped walls extending, only decorated with dead grass. the offramp leads away on a side road, a fork from the valley, more natural, decorated with live oak. i remember this place, from another dream. i remember how hard it is to get home if i were to continue south. i say to him, i live in berkeley. he replies, so you want to go to berkeley. i say, i thought you understood that i lived there, if it is a problem to drive me there i can just walk. he makes a motion to drive me towards berkeley. i wake up. 061223 what's it to you? who go blather from