Walking in San Francisco

Random sights from my walk back from Haight-Ashbury in San Fran. That area still has echos of its hippie era creds and is has middle-class white kids ( aka modern hippies) hanging around the park with their big dogs. (Note: They are white kids so they are hippies - any other ethnicity and they would be called bums)


20120618-190747.jpg Street art.


Note the sign says "established 32 ad give or take a year"- a good one.


I have no idea why those locks are there - but it's a fun one to contemplate.


Apparently outside the wwdc conference there were girls there to lure the heavily male dominated attendees to strip clubs. At this one you can get VIP access if you show your pass.

Driving and Dreams

This is a dream.  I'm driving somewhere - to work maybe? - and there is a turn in the road.  I need to take a right. I see the light going from green, to yellow and really quickly red.  I need to hit the brakes.  My brains know it but when I look down at my feet I are not moving. I am paralyzed and I think about physically moving my legs with my hands.  I swerve into on-coming traffic, crash and come to a stop.  Thankfully no one is hurt except for a little car damage. I think I'm ok. Some cops come see me. They say they won't press charges as long at it was not intentional... is was not intentional right? I look around me and I realize I'm sitting on the wrong side of the car. The side I'm used to driving on in Pakistan and I think to myself of course I wasn't able to hit the brakes.  The cops say that they won't press charges as not as no one has filed charges.  I feel luckily, no one has filed charges.  I'm scared of what having a charge means.  A women to the right of me I realize has been watching me talk to the cops the whole time.  She says that she wants to file charges. The cops say now they are required to file charges.  I somehow have a shotgun strapped to the top of my car. This is normal in dream-land but the cops need to take it down now that I'm getting charged.  The cop takes the gun and sees that it's loaded.  Now I'm in even bigger trouble.

I've probably been having driving dreams since I was a teenager.  I'm assuming it's since I was at least about to drive and not prior.  The car always represents my life, where it's going and it's momentum.  Me in the car, not being able to hit the brakes or steer or get where I'm going always represents my feeling of helplessness and lack of control.

Two things in this dream stick out. One is that I see the signs changing and I can't react fast enough.  I can't stop when I need to and I can't hit the brakes.  I think this definitely relates to what I am / was going through with a guy I just met.  I was a very short thing that we very on-on-on for one week and now is completely off.  I felt and still feel very disoriented but I really didn't see the signs, they changed too fast and I really didn't hit the brakes when I should have.

The other part that is interesting is when I realize I'm sitting on the wrong side of the car.  I think this alludes to me not having approached the situation taking into account that I'm not trying to date in Pakistan anymore.  As in, I wake up and realize that I was diving in a certain style, with certain rules that don't apply here.

I'm not sure what the women or the cops or the shotgun symbolize.  Maybe nothing.  Maybe just that mistakes have real consequences.