I was living in a dorm room in Platteville and was roommates with Fizz and some other guy. For the last 2 weeks of the semester we were supposed to put up a curtain and not talk to each other so that we'd get used to being alone. The one guy who wasn't Fizz wanted my comforter and I decided he could have it since it was in kind of crappy shape, anyway. We all slept in sleeping bags on the floor.

During all this, Fizz and I were trying to coordinate around some project, and at the end I was listening to Mind.In.A.Box outside and someone asked me what the heck it was.

I was at my parents' house and someone I knew pulled up on Reetz in a van, and they said it was full of Scott Walker recall signatures. I asked a few times to verify that we had already gotten all the signatures we needed (it'd only been a couple of days since we started). I tried to take a picture of us with the van but my camera took so long to focus that it ended up pointing off at some trees by the time it took the picture. They wanted me to get in because we had to go somewhere and I could take the picture later. We went back to the street in front of the dorms to get Ben and Fizz and Jared, and everyone brought their bikes along, and then I got to drive the van to deliver the bikes while they were off doing something else. It was full of technical equipment: lots of futuristic screens and input panels and things, and driving was joystick controlled. In the front there were 2 (apparently) passenger seats on the sides, and in the middle was 'the console', which sort of wrapped around the driver and was full of buttons, and there was a video screen in the dashboard in front of that. The joystick was off to the left.

People were getting on and off at different points to get things packed, and I was supposed to deliver the bikes (and the recall petitions) somewhere. Jared remained in the van with me as we drove along a foresty road, and we came to a point that I decided we should take the one remaining bike out, but it was going to be a bit of a squeeze to get it out the back door. We were also leaving people's stuff alongside the east (I determined) side of the road as we found it because they were going to be walking this same route later.

We came to a place where there were people crossing the road willy nilly, and I was braking a bit and trying to go slow, but not as slow as I should've been going. I was trying to watch out for pedestrians on the screen, but sometimes it didn't update until they were really close, and I almost hit someone, who then got all mad and called the police, so I stopped the van.

Chief Tubbs showed up and was asking what happened, and I told him this was my first time driving the van and about having been watching the screen instead of out the actual window, and he sort of chuckled and told me that, yeah, next time I should watch where I'm going.

It occured to me later that maybe the driver was supposed to sit on the left and be separate from the guy operating the console.

Afterthoughts: An unrelated thought about A-Day reminded of the dream, so I think he might've been the other guy in the room with me and Fizz. And I think the whole van ride might've been about the trip to the Swap.