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An infiltration mission; a lost tooth

I've arrived in Uganda. My friend Namer from Tel Aviv is there, as are a bunch of other juggler friends. It's daytime, and we're in a field outside a city with high, clay walls; people enter and emerge in small groups all over the place.

I'd thought we'd come for a juggling performance, but when I ask the group, "What's the plan?" I instead receive instructions on a plot to sneak past armed guards and infiltrate a (government?) building. For a moment, I'm convinced we'll all be killed, but equanimity gives me a feeling of bravery and I get the feeling that we're fighting for the right cause (whatever cause that is).

We all break, and I'm left in the street with my two vehicles; my trusty bicycle (which I own in reality) and a kind of motorized strongbox with handles about the size of a large motorcycle (which I don't own in life). I start making off through the city, acutely aware that I'm the whitest guy on the street. Everyone else seems to notice as well, but I try to keep the lowest profile I can.

I get further into town; a forty-ish woman and her young son (12ish) walk past me, stop, and then inquire as to whether I'm selling the bicycle. "Sorry," I respond. We communicate in English; theirs is accented. The next man on the street asks the same thing about the cart, and I realize that I'm not doing the best job keeping a low profile.

I wheel myself to a corner of the courtyard to think; the mother and her son come back and sit down. I ask her whether she knows about Craigslist; do they have Craigslist in Uganda? As we're speaking, another spinner friend, Aileen, comes up the nearby stairs; she says something about going to Annapurna (the Berkeley tea shop?) and meeting a friend there in a tone that suggests they're more likely to gossip about boys than discuss infiltration plots.

Then I'm at a house party; it feels like a house party that I crashed once in Portland, but it's full of people I don't recognize. There's one friend I know - I forget which one - and a cat, Julian, who lives down the way from me. I still have some inkling of the memory that I'm supposed to keep a low profile, but I've forgotten why.

As normal, Julian is extraordinarily affectionate. He's a big, whitish shorthair who has a way of crawling on you and demanding attention, and that's what he's doing in my dream. I'm petting him and hanging out with my friend, who's doing something on a computer that perhaps relates back to our mission, when I realize my tooth hurts; I reach up to feel which one and it begins to fragment in my fingers. Big pieces come out as bystanders watch, mortified. I explain regretfully that it's probably due to my nocturnal tooth-grinding; as the largest chunk comes away, I feel out jagged edges with my tongue. I tap my teeth together gingerly to feel the new feeling and I'm greeted with a sense of relief at the realization that the tooth had just been in the way anyway, and that my bite feels a lot more comfortable. I'm expressing that relief to the other partygoers when I awaken.

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