Dream this morning 2004

I am at a bus stop or above-ground Muni station. I think there was more dream before this involving walking down from the hills (Twin Peaks?) but it faded as I woke. There is a woman waiting at the stop, tall black chick in a black down jacket. She looks like one of those tough, streetwise, low income folks you see down by 16th & Mission. A man (played by Mike who I saw at SXSW but don't know and didn't speak to) is talking to her in a soft, friendly voice, confirming something, having her open her coat. She is confident and proud, not resentful. I think perhaps she had her baby with her and he was some sort of social worker.

The dream skips and the woman becomes paler, shorter, the jacket and baby disappear and now I know her to be (ah, how we just know things in dreams!) more of a student/"starving" artist type. Someone is telling me that a guy in our social circle is seeing her (mental image of a guy who looks like an amalgam of Patrick Farley and Matt Mullenweg). He's saying "...but he's posting all this detail about it, what they do sexually, things like that..." and I'm reacting with laughing alarm. Meanwhile I'm looking at her site. My view pulls back and the site is on a screen hanging from the ceiling of the space I'm in. It's sort of like a an old-fashioned train dining car with booths along the windows and a row of small tables down the center. Imagine a combination of the Magnolia Cafe and an F-line trolley car. I'm on one side and standing & working his way along the aisle on the other side is Jeff Veen. I can see him clearly and the faces of the people (including Mike) sitting in one booth he's almost at, but everyone else in the crowded space is just a dark silhouette. He's continuing to talk, but now he's saying, apparently in reaction to something I've said about the interface I'm working with "...yeah, I don't recommend the [forgotten name, don't think it was one I've heard of now] browser anymore...". My sense is that we were lamenting how that software for the Mac was just not reliable enough to compete.

Now I'm at work and I can't remember if the dream went on from there or if that's when I woke up. In any case, I believe the whole scene in the train car was a chat interface and that this might be my first dream in which I've been in both a physical & virtual space simultaneously.