Instead I dreamt that I was on a road trip across California only I was in Golden Gate Park in L.A., so things were kind of mixed up. We got on the wrong road to head South or North and all of a sudden we were on Lombard Street. You know, the street that goes back and forth and back and forth down an insane hill. I think our car then broke down at the end of the hill. Only it didn't dump out onto another street, but more of Golden Gate Park and a view of the Pacific Ocean.
It turns out that we would have to ride our bikes home and it was already 2pm and I was worried about it getting dark. So, I kept telling Ron that it was time to go, but I also kept forgetting things. (Of course in the dream there is a bed strewn with my clean laundry on it like at home and the bed is in the middle of Golden Gate Park.) So, I stuffed the clothes into my backpack and we headed out on our bikes down a long road.
Jump cut to my Grandma's cabin in the mountains (I guess the bike trip was easy), but it wasn't her cabin in the mountains, with many people gathered there to watch a movie of Ned. I have these waking dreams of having a "Nedfest" gathering of sorts, not necessarily to watch footage of Ned, but to get together (maybe for his birthday) and remember him.
So the last piece of my dream was us watching a movie of Ned with his big frame sort of saunter heavily like a big bear carrying a big brown box (of beer?) across a field with bare feet. Next he was carrying Vicki in his arms, swinging her around gracefully like a dancehall dude, both of them smiling and laughing and all of us laughing and crying. I love dreams. Wish Ned was here.
