another big mess..

As it will happen quite often, I'm afraid, most of the dream has evaporated into the vast expances of this silly little brain thing we have. All I know is that after a lot of running around through strange places and talking to far more stranger people, I ended up on a field of vegetables (or future vegetables), sitting on a electric cart like the old people in Holland use, explaining to another guy that he can't use it to plow the land. It's just the commercial, "civilian" model..it just can't be done...then reality kicked in with a sad phone call from my father. Death has a lot of business these days.