Looking for a house to rent in this neighborhood of old Mediterranean-looking row houses terraced on a hillside. In my dream, I think it was Trieste, but how or why, I don't know. Never been to the place.
Helping this little girl and her mom get the latest version of OS X installed on the girl's blueberry iBook that she used for school under some kind of "laptops for poor kids" program or something. The little girl was practically Berke Breathed's Ronald-Ann come to life. What was weird was that the version of OS X we were installing was like some corporate-sponsored free version, by Volkswagen. There were Volkswagen splash screens at startup, wallpapers, icons, and screen savers, and you couldn't change them.
At the deserted fairgrounds, taking a shortcut with friends. Somehow wound up atop a cattle trailer for an eighteen wheeler. You wouldn't think something that big could roll so easily, but it started rolling across the fairgrounds when my weight shifted. I hopped off as it was about to careen into a wall and it was like my weight was the only thing holding the tongue end down, as it immediately pivoted up and came to rest on the tailgate with a *CLANG!* like someone dropped a dumpster off a roof.
Anyhow, this was all somehow part of a very cohesive narrative, but the waves of waking washed most of it away and only left these strange little shells and pebbles on the beach.