It was hot yesterday, and rather warm for sleeping last night. I had weird dreams involving a lot of urgent chasing activity, some of it inside this giant sporting good store. (WTF?)

It all ended up outside the store, in some recycling yard next door. They moved all the cans & whatnot around with this profoundly tired old locomotive, and the workers occasionally had to get alongside & push to keep it moving when it bogged down. The body parts had been long-since removed, and the functional works were covered with this loose draping tent made of aluminum cans opened up flat and joined sloppily together. When the contraption needed a push, people had to reach through tears in the billowy aluminum cover to get a hand-grip on the frame.

With safety conditions like that, almost everyone had been badly injured and recovered not all that well. Lots of maimed people with external braces and such to keep things functional. They kept working because they had to, and it was all such a part of the norm that it was just expected. Very Thunderdome.

In one awful part of the dream, there was this one tiny guy who had been reduced to just a head-neck-shoulders-arms. He got around by running balanced on his hands. He had a really nasty attitude, taking pleasure in causing problems for people. He jumped down from the cab of a ratty truck he was riding in and ran over on his hands to challenge my dog -- or someone's dog who was with me -- and try to get it to bite him so it would be taken away and put down. Didn't know those feelings around Alex's dog -- pretty much two years ago now -- were still hovering back in there.