I was at work (not clear which work) and was watching David Letterman and some other dudes (one of whom was wearing a white open-face motorcycle helmet) interview some girl. Their body language made it look like it was about to turn into porn, though it never did. Whatever they were talking about was interesting, which is why I was watching.
There was some kind of event happening in a little rectangle of forest (unclear what was outside the rectangle). People had traveled there from other places. Maybe it was my wedding. My mom was there and climbed up into a tree with me. I thought it was great that she could still climb so easily. We stood together on a branch, watching the rest of whatever was going on here. Someone was talking about Scott Walker and the handout to Foxconn. At the 'front' of the rectangle there were a bunch of little waterslides, for like fairies or something. I guess we had fairies here. I remembered that there used to be a couple of smaller branches at this point that I could sit on that had now rotted off, so standing there with my mom was a little bit precarious since we had to hold the trunk to steady ourselves.
+------------------+ |fairy slides | | | | | | | | | | | | Climey | | tree rocks, | | creek | | bugs | | | | | | more trees | | and suspended | | walkways to | | get in | | | | | +------------------+
The trees in this rectangle were far enough apart that you could easily walk through any part of it, but there was also a path around the edge, so that's where most of the people were. On the other side from where I stood with mom for a while, there was a creek with some rocks and moss and stuff. There were these little caterpillars there making gelatinous rectangular boxes. After one had finished building its box it would squish itself in with a chunk of something with a similar texture to the caterpillar but I think it was a chunk of food that would help it survive while it was in there. One of the caterpillars backed out of its box, presumably because it decided it had one more thing to do before it went in for good, and another caterpillar stole it! Maybe actually it was that first caterpillar's job to build boxes for others who didn't know how. It was cute.
I was in Prague, doing a thing. Like every day I went somewhere after work to keep sane. I had a car so sometimes I drove. Today I was at an indoor tennis place and had taken public transport or walked because it was in the downtown area. Or was it indoor? because I could see the forest rectangle off across a parking lot. One could hit the fairy slide with a tennis ball from here. But yeah after that it was indoor. You had to pay 60 cents for each tennis ball. There was a misinformation sign in the hall, put there by the owners of the place, presumably, talking about how bad unions are and you should reject it. I found a sharpie and went to correct the sign (in the dream I had a great idea of how to do this, but I don't remember what it was). There was some guy standing around, so I didn't want to do it while he could see me, but then he came over and I thought he looked like a good person, so I started talking to him about what a bunch of BS the sign and their anti-union message was. He didn't say much but seemed receptive.
I left there and started driving my car after a friend of mine. Maybe it was Twinsen, but more like a little kid. It was weird that I was driving my car as he was running ahead of me, so then I wasn't driving anymore, but it was like we were Tony and Paul, and we were just sort of sliding effortlessly across the ground. We turned off the road onto a path through a park and skid down a dirt path back towards the center of the city. We crossed through the 'rail district' (which was a road with trolley tracks on it and a lot of bars and stuff) and then onto another park with a concrete 'ski' hill. At the bottom there was a basketball hoop so we jumped and did a dunk.
Back in the railroad district, someone had sprayed something in the air and everyone got a little bit high. I half-joked that it was US psyops.
I was in a class and the teacher was explaining some FTP-like protocol, writing out an example exchange character-by-character on the board while explaining. Messages were all 3 or 4-letter codes followed by a space and then a comma-separated list of numbers, and then a payload of arbitrary data. I was given the impression that it used a list of numbers instead of just one so that one of the numbers could consistently be used to mean the length of the payload and the others could be other information specific to the message, and they could be handled in a standard way. This meant that the payload length number was zero a lot of the time.