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01-27-2013 -- [Three dreams, two of them short enough I'll post all three in the same post. No great amounts of detail, but small bits of suggestive stuff. Probably rated R, but certainly not X.] For the first dream, I am walking down Hickory toward Crescent, then down Crescent toward Magnolia. Each time I come to an intersection, even though there is little to no traffic, instead of just crossing the street regularly, I am jumping into the air about 12 feet, and then kind of floating over the intersection and dropping to the ground on the other side.

About the time I am getting pretty near Magnolia, some other kids have joined me, and are asking me about it, so I explain. I'm trying to be safe, just in case some cars come rushing through at high speed and might hit me. So I jump, and then I just kind of hold it and stretch it, and don't let the jump end. So I get some height, first, then just continue the jump until I am to the other side of the street, before finally allowing it to end.

As they start to try it, we somehow end up discussing ideas for other things that we can try to do, and somehow we end up with a challenge to try and grow large pairs of boobs. (No idea why, but that's what we decided on.) We enter a building (I think at first it is one of the three story office buildings at Brookhurst and Cresecent, but it eventually turns in to a hotel.) We try and find a bathroom to use, for a little privacy, but it is very crowded, many of the stall doors are broken, and everything is very messy.

Eventually we find somewhere out of the way, and start trying to do this. We are finding movements to kind of flex the chest muscles, while concentrating on them and what we want, and soon our normal size man breasts are starting to swell up. We even end up doing some aerobic-like partner exercises, kind of shifting toward each other, but then the guy I am working with gets called away, and I'm sitting here with one breast maybe something like a C, while the other has reached about DD, and I'm grumping a little about having to work the smaller size up to match by myself.

We start to get carried away on this whole idea of just concentrating on these things while we do slight flexes, and within like five minutes we look like musclebound body builders with impressive physiques, plus DD or larger chests, and even absurdly over-huge ... erm ... yeah. At least this time it wasn't dragging on the floor like in another dream, though. Why? I have no idea. Freaky dream!

So we're starting to parade around this hotel nude, showing off what we can do with this weird mental skill, when we see our friend who had to run off. He is with his Japanese family, where his little old grandma is sick, and he is leaving with the rest of his family, including George Takei, to take her to the hospital. Once they leave, I start back into the hotel.

Things totally shift, and all the weird modifications are gone. I am now visiting in the hotel with Dale and his family. Fred, Betty and Kevin are all also here, and we're all just sitting around, talking about what we might go out and do. But while I and some of the others seem to be eating some white chocolate fudge-type stuff (seems like some sort of foreign dessert) Dale is feeling really tired and decides to take a nap or something. So eventually I decide to go.

This time, when I get to the lobby area, there is some young teenager who seems to have made some sort of fuzzy looking rope (that is red, oddly enough) that doesn't look too sturdy, but he is urging me to come over and climb it. It looks to be about a third of an inch thick, and has that slightly fuzzy look that may indicate it is slightly fraying, but only slightly. By this time, I am my current age and size, not a little kid, and I am very hesitant of trying to climb it, but he says it is a lot stronger than it looks, he included his skate board in making it, and he made it with very good hemp!

At this point, things are changing to have a sort of Hook vibe to them. I am being asked to return to a sort of childhood fantasy world (of sorts) and do something that I did as a little kid. This teen is trying to help me get in the mood to go back, provide a little aide on the way. And I have to protect him slightly from the authority figures that are around, because they work for whatever the enemy is, even if that enemy is never specified. (This isn't Hook, it just has that sort of feeling.)

So soon I find myself in a kitchen somewhere midway up the hotel, and I am looking at a tight, narrow crawlspace that I can just barely see the entrance to at the back of the top shelf of one of the kitchen cabinets ... a weird secret passage that leads partly into the bowels of the hotel, partly into another world, like many of the secret passages I traveled through in many of my younger dreams.

But the entrance is very narrow, the climb (especially after making it into the fantasy world) very steep and difficult, and I am in no kind of shape for it. I think about it for a while, and then start to say I think I might no longer be fit for this, and perhaps we ought to let the Pest do it, instead. (The Pest is Alvin's little sister in the Alvin Fernald books.)

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01-27-2013 -- I'm in Sears at the Buena Park Mall, and am just kind of wandering the aisles for a while, when I decide I might want to play an old video game for a bit. I know they have a video game section here, and they will frequently let you try some of the games, especially since I can remember having done so a few days ago. [I did have a dream where I was doing that a few weeks ago, though then the video games were downstairs, and in this dream they were upstairs. In real life, at different times, Sears had them both downstairs and upstairs.]

I make my way over to the games area, and find somebody else is already playing. But the guy wants to try a specific title in a series of very similar games (something like a weird version of guitar hero, but he wanted to play a particular type of music) and they didn't have a demo cartridge of the particular music style he wanted to play, and since overall the play experience was the same, they were very resistant to opening up a new one for him.

As they are arguing, I'm just wandering around, looking up stuff, waiting for my turn to play something, when I notice the salesman's desk has a picture of Hayden Panettiere (the cheerleader on Heroes) hanging on it. As I glance at it, he is talking to one of his fellow workers, explaining that he is friends with their family, and visits with them quite often. I figure he is full of it.

Until Hayden, her mother, and Maggie Smith (McGonagall from the Harry Potter movies) walk into the department, and start talking to the sales guy. Well, I guess he really does know her. They are all chatting quietly, and Hayden suddenly says something like "But you're still my favorite teacher," to Maggie, and I'm thinking to myself "She wasn't in those movies, was she?" So I'm thinking she isn't referring to in the film, but just being taught a bit about acting on the set. [But why would she be on that set, if she wasn't in the films? Dream, you're weird!]

Hayden excuses herself, and says she'll be back in a few minutes, but she needs to run an errand, and I'm thinking I might wait until she comes back and tell her how much I enjoyed her in Heroes, but quite a bit of time passes, and she still doesn't come back, so I might have ended up missing her. Meanwhile, my feet are starting to hurt, and it still isn't my turn on the games, so I decide to walk a few yards to the computer furniture area and sit down. As I take a seat, I wave off the salesman. I'm not looking to buy, just to rest.

But as I am trying to rest, a black family with a couple of screaming kids starts to sit down in the chairs all around me. The screaming is really hurting my ears, so I move to a chair a little bit further away. And a couple that is in the middle of a big argument sits down right next to me. So I get up and move again, just to take a seat, and almost immediately hear a very loud noise. This time I have had enough, and start in on this loud rant about why do all these people have to sit right next to me while making all this noise?

I find myself looking into the somewhat annoyed face of a tough looking biker, then I look around. I am in the parking lot, right next to Stanton Avenue, sitting on a motorcycle that isn't mine, right next to this guy and his girl on their motorcycles. I think for a moment, and then start to say "... and this time you were here first, weren't you? Um ... sorry, I'm having kind of a bad day." They drive off.

Meanwhile, I want to get back inside the store, still hoping to meet Hayden. (And how did I get out here at the edge of the parking lot, anyway?) But as I try to make my way back to Sears, I instead find myself right in the middle of all the construction they did to build the new wing with JC Penney, except as I try to walk through it and around it, it just keeps getting bigger and bigger, and soon has turned into the construction site I can remember from other dreams, where they built a huge New York-style sky scraper right in the middle of the Buena Park Mall area.

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01-27-2013 -- Somehow I have been challenged to find Hayden's measurements on the internet, and I am doing a search, but all the sites that keep being pulled up are unsearchable, and all the actresses measurements are sorted by chest measurement, which means I am going to have to look through thousands of actresses with the chest measurement of 36 to find Hayden and be able to get the rest of her measurements, which might really take a while. [Especially since I doubt she is a 36 ... but she was in this dream.]

As I start to page through everything, it changes to where I am driving around a number of strip malls, looking for the store that has the information on all the actresses with size 36 chests, as they all have big signs on the front of the stores saying things like 'Now carrying size 34' like they only carry one size of actress information. (What can I say ... weird dreams tonight.)

I'm getting kind of hungry, so I stop in at a sort of fast food bbq place to get some food, and I find myself somehow standing in line with Hayden ... at least for a few seconds. But very quickly she turns in to someone else. And as I am getting my food, and hoping my french fries will be crispy enough, the manager walks up and asks if I want a job. He quickly adds I might be in management within a couple of months. Or at least, maybe he does. He might have been talking to the girl. I'm not completely sure.

Anyway, I tell him that I put in an application within the last three or four days, and he seems startled, but leads me into the back of the store to look through his paperwork. He is going through the paperwork, but at first can't seem to find me. Meanwhile, I am gathering up some of my clothes which are all over the floor, for some reason. He finally manages to find my application, at which point he instantly loses all interest in me. What?!

Feeling depressed, I head home to the Hickory house, and start wandering around the house. In this dream, dad is alive, mom is dead [in real life, it was the other way around, dad died first]. Oddly enough, as I wander around the house, I glance into mom and dad's room and find dad in bed with Hayden. WTH? She's sitting there with about old-style silver dollar sized areolas, and I head back to my second bedroom thinking if she is living in the house now, I am going to have to get to know her.

When I get to my room, I find that my stand fan almost seems to be moving around on its own, and has taken to kind of leaning over my bed in a very sinister fashion. It is making me nervous, so I pick it up and move it so it is in the corner by the window, a bit further away, but still providing a nice bit of air movement throughout the room. Odd.

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[Just want to note, while I enjoyed her in Heroes, and if she were throwing herself at me, I wouldn't kick her to the curb because she is fairly attractive, Hayden Panettiere isn't really what I would most consider my type, and I have no idea why she has been in three of my dreams, recently.]

11-13-2012 -- More to this in the beginning that I can't remember, as usual. I'm pretty sure I am in the Hickory House, except it doesn't have the right layout, and areas are much bigger. As I am wandering the house, I am watching something on TV, and it seems to involve what seems to be a balloon sculpture, except I grab it and it seems to be something else made to look like a balloon sculpture, a sort of prop.

It is three 260s braided together into a straight stick, but the braiding somehow makes it more aerodynamic, so it should be able to be tossed around a room and fly really well. [Though I haven't looked into it in real life for years, I think this is actually true.] The prop has some kind of balloon creature riding it, but I am more interested in the braided part. I can't try it out because it isn't really made of balloons, but I decide I want to make the same thing, and try it.

Problem is, as I start looking for my balloons, my mom tells me to use hers, instead, and points me at a huge 'bag' of balloons on the couch. She explains that Pioneer Balloons gave it to her for a give-away at a lecture she is giving at the clown section of a convention. This thing is massive, probably about two feet by two feet, and contains probably 15 times the amount of balloons my apron carries (and my apron carries around 2,000 balloons), and I am amazed and jealous that they have given this to her to use, then give away.

How can she have this and be giving a class at a balloon convention as a clown, when she has only been doing this for a couple of years, while I have been doing this much longer, and have never been asked to do so? But neither here nor there. I go to grab some blue balloons (a sort of royal blue color, a shade lighter than the basic dark blue) and they stretch more than they ought to. I decide not to try and mouth inflate, with my air and vocal chords as they are, and go looking for a pump, but the first one I find has a huge tip, and I know I could never stretch the balloon over it. The second one is a regular balloon pump, and works fine for me.

Problem is, as I start to blow up the balloon, perhaps a 10" section of balloon fills up, then starts bulging horribly before it pops. I start to stretch the other balloons slightly, and they are like pulling warm taffy. I try to grab more from mom's balloon bag, but they are all in the same condition, either badly made, or very old, with no strength and stability left, so I don't get to blow any up and try the designs. I am explaining all this to mom, while asking where the balloon prop came from.

She explains that some guy named 'Charlie' comes by every couple of days and drops off some balloons he has made for the local kids. I have no idea who Charlie is, but it is nobody I know. Suddenly we are at the convention (it is either an FCM convention or a balloon convention that has made a point to invite non-ballooning clowns to try and teach them) and I am wandering around, visiting with balloon artists I know, while having to admit I don't know where my balloons have vanished to.

I visit with Don Caldwell for a few minutes, and he is working on some great new designs he plans to use in a combination lecture and show tomorrow, then I find myself visiting with Joe White. Meanwhile, it is just a day or two before Halloween, and mom is talking about how she isn't taking her gig at the weird mall-like fun center that I've dreamed about making balloons at several times before, because she doesn't expect many people there on Halloween. Several others are trying to explain that this is one of their busiest days of the year, but she just won't listen.

It is quite late in the evening, and several of the balloon artists are talking about going out to a bar or nightclub for a little drinking and partying, and I'd really like to come along, but I start to realize that while I know these people, like them, and they sometimes teach me some designs, none of them are actually friends, and none want me along for the party. Bummer. I'm regretting Dale just went home from a Disney visit, because it means he's not going to have the time off to go to the convention, and I'm going to be all alone. Double bummer. [True ... my best friend Dale was just here in Florida for two weeks, and just went home ... part of why almost none of my dreams have been posted for the last couple of weeks.]

As the balloon artists head off to the bar, I just wander the streets. I am singing some sort of old classic song (perhaps Putting on the Ritz, but really, I think the song changed several times even as I was singing it.) As I sing the first line, I find myself walking next to several punk-looking teens, and I am embarrassed, so I switch to whistling. When I am whistling the last line, one of the teens sings it out (though by this point the last line may have been 'So happy together') and when the other punks glare at him, he says something like "What? It was a great song, and he sang that first line of it very well!"

One of the other punks pulls a small tray of Stouffer's mac and cheese out of the microwave, and spits on it to show what he thinks of this. I make some sort of smart-alec comment about how he has no musical taste, and I, for one, don't want any of the mac and cheese either, thank you very much! The others laugh and agree, and he gets mad and throws it at me, getting mac and cheese all over my shoes. I walk off down the street, trying to wipe the shoes clean.

Spoiler for Becoming lucid and sex:

As I walk down the street, I find myself approaching three more teens, two guys and a girl. They are probably 17 or 18, not super-young. The girl is a very attractive blonde, with flowing, long blonde hair, an attractive face, and a pair a nicely formed, nicely-sized breasts, probably C cups. I know this because she is not wearing a top. As I walk past them, I am trying to get as good of a look as I can without staring and gawking.

As I walk past I find myself thinking 'that's illegal. She could get in trouble for that, and while somebody that age might run around half-nude on a dare or a prank, they would not be so cool and uncaring about doing so in public in front of a stranger. I must be dreaming!'

I hold my hand in front of me, and start trying to stretch my fingers. Nothing happens. I bend down and try to push my fingers through the curb I am standing next to, and again, nothing happens. Yet I am convinced I am dreaming. I lift my hand to my face and start looking closely at my fingers. Several of them have been cut off, and end in stumps. Yet at the same time, they are whole and complete. One is bent off at a weird angle, like it is broken, yet at the same time it is perfectly straight and normal. 'This is more like it,' I think. (Was doing some reading about Schrodinger's Cat recently, which may explain the fingers both being there and not.) I am so excited to have proof that I am dreaming, that I start to walk on air, actually kind of dancing around perhaps 6 inches off the ground.

I quickly turn to follow the cute half-nude teen, and in the few seconds it takes me to catch up with her, we are all now standing in a crowd at a cross between a playground and a ball field. We're at bleachers outside a short chain link fence surrounding the softball field. The girl was was half-nude is now in a uniform, preparing to play, as is getting younger before my eyes. She is now probably 16, maybe even 15, but still very hot, and in the dream, I just don't care.

I make a comment about how disappointing it is that she got dressed, and it just means more work for me, then I pull her close and start to kiss her. Being as it is my dream, she has no objections, and starts to return my kisses as I start to remove her clothes. We break the kiss for a moment as I pull her shirt over her head, and then kiss again as I start to pull down her pants.

The crowd around us are not as upset as they should be, but the game is about to start, and as I release the kiss and begin to strip off my pants and undies, her mother is urging her to run off to the field, as the game is about to start. She does, seemingly unconcerned that she is running onto the field, naked.

I'm a little upset about this, and turn to glare at the mother. After all, I was just about to have a lot of fun! But then I see the mother, and I really don't mind. She looks much like the daughter, long blonde hair, gorgeous face, even more stacked. She is perhaps around 37 to 40, and a complete knock-out. I am now nude, and I just grab her shoulders and gently push her to her knees, then shove my erection into her mouth. She just starts sucking on it.

Problem is, the dream isn't a very good dream. She's sucking like a vacuum cleaner ... even sounding kind of like one, but I'm not getting nearly as much feeling as I ought to be, from it. Meanwhile, we're in the middle of a crowd, but they can't quite see what is going on. The lady's husband wants her to come and sit with him to watch the game, and doesn't understand why she is on her knees. Even if he somehow can't see my dick in her mouth, I am halfway surprised he doesn't figure out what is going on just from her face being right in my crotch.

She seems slightly confused as she tries to respond to him, showing she herself doesn't really realize what is going on and she slurps her way off me and tries to answer him. I just push my way back into her mouth. But as I start to remove her clothes, people are having a harder and harder time not noticing what is happening, and keep approaching us. Finally, I gently wave a hand at them, and speak in a kind of hypnotic voice. I tell them they can't see us, and for a few minutes they won't even remember the woman was with it. They kind of drift away to start watching the game.

By this point, I have all the blonde's clothes off, and she is spread eagle on the ground in front of me. I start to press a large thingy into her slit, but disconcertingly, one of her legs has separated from her body. It is still moving in rhythm to what we are doing, but there is a gap of about an inch between it and the rest of her body. And still there is not nearly the amount of sensation there ought to be.

And meanwhile, though it has only been a minute or two, people are starting to gather around us, wanting to know what is happening. The husband seems to be actually figuring things out, and though it is hard for him to override what I told him, he is starting to try and get mad. So I wave my hand again, and in a more annoyed hypnotic voice am telling them they will forget she even exists for fifteen minutes. They start to drift off, but almost immediately are turning back to us again. So I wipe their minds of all memory of everything, with no time limit, figuring when I finish, I'll give them their memories back.

Problem is, it is even affecting the blonde I am with, and with no memory of anything, she is just laying there. There is almost no sensation, anyway, and this becoming completely meaningless. "Fine!" I snap, petulantly. I wave my hand and the woman is on her feet, completely dressed, as am I. She and the others wander away to the ballgame, and I just walk down the street, trying to think of something else to do, since I still know I am dreaming.

I don't know exactly how the idea comes into my head, but I somehow decide it would be fun to ride the Corkscrew, a roller coaster that used to be at Knott's Berry Farm, but was removed something like 20 years ago. I just start staring down the road, and a little in the distance, a mountain starts to come into being, and slowly the Timber Mountain Log Ride begins to appear, logs plunging down the long drop and splashing into the water. I can just barely see hints of the highest part of the Corkscrew's lift hill behind it.

I walk around the mountain and into the Roaring 20s section, but it takes some work. I have been kind of pulling this out of my mind and forcing it into the world, so things are sort of super-imposed on each other. As I try and walk into the Roaring 20s section of the park, I am walking under the freeway overpasses that were already here when I started to pull the rides into existence. Kind of neat, kind of weird, seeing freeway lanes filled with cars just disappearing into the sides of the log ride and the mine train areas.

As I move further in, I can now see almost the entire ride in front of me. But it isn't quite right. The cars should be red white and blue, but they seem to be green and yellow, and instead of riding on top of the track, they are hanging underneath, a suspended coaster. But the track itself seems right, and I am more than willing to try the Corkscrew as a suspended coaster.

A few problems, though. At first I can't find the entrance area, and when I finally do, the lines are very, very long. At one point, where the track dips to near the ground, after the lift hill and just before going into the corkscrews (the real layout of the ride), the ride almost seems to merge with the line, and people are just kind of being sucked into it. But when I get there, nothing is happening.

I decide to just bypass the line, and half-jump, half-fly up to the loading station, but as I do, the ride seems to have just shut down for the day, and there are no more cars on the track, so no matter what I do, I just can't seem to get a ride. Very frustrating!

[Oddly, while there was a lot of lucid stuff in the dream, a lot of cool dream powers and impossible things, still nothing actually worked out, and there was a lot of frustration throughout, as well. Doesn't change the fact that it was a very long, detailed, and interesting dream for me.]

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There was another very long and detailed dream earlier in the night, but unlike this one, I couldn't remember much of it. I know there were some Harry Potter bits, and lots of repetition and boring bits. I also eventually found myself in a sort of higher-class version of the Adventurers Club, sitting on a large, ornate staircase leading into the main salon wearing either a bathrobe or towel. Either way, I am probably going to be half-nude as I stand up. A couple of anonymous female performers here, and some annoying interactions with BC for some reason. Might be interesting if I could remember it in full, but as it is, not worth much.

5-20-2012 -- [This is a slightly older dream, but very interesting, and somebody just reminded me of it, so I decided to post it here - Batch. I've been ignoring my dreams instead of writing them down for a couple weeks, and as often seems to happen when I do that, my mind provides me with one that seems so interesting to me that I can't help but write it down.]

I'm over at Hewitt, a place I worked five or six years ago, but in the dream I was only fired last week. I have stopped by because I want to pick up my final paycheck. While I am there, several of the team leaders and supervisors are talking about how they are short on help, and some of them, when they see me, are hinting I might want my job back. I don't.

Sid (actually the dispatcher at the courier company I work at in present real time) is there, and starts trying to talk me into coming back, but I don't want to. Eventually he leads me to an attractive, and somewhat stacked young lady who is kind of showing off her assets a little to try and change my mind. I enjoy looking, but I still don't want to come back to work here. I'm thinking of how hard it would be to match schedules between this job and my security job [actually I haven't worked security in over ten years.] I take a seat at her desk, and kind of cradle my head in my arms for a second or two, and when I look up, everything has changed.

Almost all the furniture and people are gone, the carpeting has all changed from red to blue, the young lady and Sid are gone, and I find myself sitting at the desk of a young, thin, earnest-looking black guy who kind of makes me think of Carlton from Fresh Prince. I kind of gasp, and he asks what's wrong. "Where am I?" I ask. "I was sitting in a different place at a different desk, and suddenly I'm here. I know this is a dream, but usually things change slightly more slowly in a dream, so you don't realize you are dreaming."

The guy looks at me for a moment, and then says "I don't know anything about this, maybe you better talk to our science department." He then reaches out, gives me a little push on the shoulder, and I slowly start to sink right through the floor and drop to the floor below.

I find myself in a typical office environment, cubicles all over the place and employees wandering around. I just look confused and stupid until one of them asks if they can help me, and I mention I am looking for the science department. They tell me it is further down, and give me a push, and I start to sink through another floor.

This happens four or five times, and the last time the guy who asks me what I need tells me the science department is the next floor down, but he's running around so much and is so busy, he forgets to push me through the floor, so I decide to do it myself. I kind of push myself down a bit, and my feet sink into the floor about an inch before it solidifies, and I find I haven't gone anywhere. Try again, same thing. Then I take a few seconds, concentrate really hard, and sink through the floor again, though only about half as fast as the times I was pushed. I also bang my shoulders on a couple of cubicles on the way down.

The floor I now find myself on seems to have tons of computers and lots of machinery and stuff, and it all looks kind of interesting. I ask if this is the science department, and am told it is. There are a bunch of people who seem to be waiting in a line, and I kind of get in the line as well, then glance out a window. I give a small scream. Out the window I can see I am on the ground floor, and I am looking out at foothills in the distance.

Some guy who looks a lot like James Spader walks up to me, and he seems to be in charge. He asks me why I screamed, and I mention that I was in the ground floor of a building in Florida, got pushed through the floor several times to go down a floor, and suddenly find myself on the ground floor of a building in California, and it kind of startled me.

He says that sounds interesting, but doesn't make any sense, and asks me to explain what I am talking about. So I explain to him that I am dreaming, and start to tell him the entire dream (same one I'm typing out here for you). There are parts I get wrong. In the dream, I can't remember Hewett or the benefits job, so I refer to it as West Telecommunications, and customer service for T-Mobile (when actually West was Cricket. T-Mobile was APAC.) He is wearing a T-Mobile hat as I am explaining this to him.

He is really busy, and keeps wandering around the entire department, talking to other people, while still urging me to tell him my story, so I talk through the whole thing and it seems to take quite a while. "... and then I glanced out the window and saw the California landscape and the foothills in the distance, and I gave a little scream of surprise. And if I keep going, this is going to get boring and repetitive, as that's when you came in and I started telling you all of this."

He doesn't make me go on, and I ask him where I am, and he mumbles something about how I am now in a prison. This makes me angry, and I grab the nearest desk and throw it over, computers and equipment falling to the floor and breaking. I throw over another desk and another, and at first the Spader character doesn't notice, but eventually he catches on and asks me to stop. I ask if he really said I was in a prison, and he says yes, but that it is a kind of friendly one, and I keep overturning things and breaking stuff.

We move into what almost seems to be a kind of television studio, broadcasting news or something, and as he asks me why I am doing this, I start to destroy the tv equipment. I tell him I figure if I do enough damage they'll throw me out, and he tells me it will never work. I find myself in an office with a large plate glass window looking out on the outside, and I throw a desk through it, but before I can run out the window, the James Spader character stops me. I run into another office, do the same thing, and he blocks me again.

Soon he's wrapped around me, holding on tight, making it much more difficult for me to move, and he seems to be rubbing against me and coming on to me. I explain to him I am straight, and he lets me go and comes on to somebody else for a couple of minutes. I ask the guy his name, and he tells me it. It isn't James Spader, but whatever it is, I can't remember it. That kind of info is hard to remember in a dream if you don't already know it in real life.

Soon I find myself looking out at the California landscape through almost a sort of viewing platform, but there doesn't seem to be any glass or anything, so I start running toward what I think is freedom, the Spader guy doesn't seem to care, and explains I can't get out that way. I suddenly hit some sort of invisible shield, which he expected, but I start to 'sink' through it just like the floors, but on a horizontal plane, which he didn't expect. Since the shield isn't stopping me like it is supposed to, other barriers are dropping, much like the barriers they drop at night to close off the individual shops in a mall when they are closing for the night. I manage to get an arm under before they drop completely, and force them back up just enough for me to squeeze under, and as I stand on the outside, free, I wake up.

Very cool dream!

08-31-2012 -- [Last dream of the month. And it's been a busy one for dreams. Not much going on the rest of the night, just dull fragments that aren't worth noting, but the last couple of hours of sleep, something longer, more detailed, and lucid.]

One little bit that may not have even been part of this dream, but a fragment from another ... I was driving down an on-ramp, just about to get on a freeway, when I hear a gun fire. I seem to be on a motorcycle, and there are a couple of motorcycle cops here, as well. We all stop, crouch down on the ground, and start looking around for who might be firing. We here no more shots, but more and more shell casings keep appearing. Finally I glance up in the tree we're standing under, and the guy with the gun is up the tree. He isn't firing at us, but is dropping casings on us.

There's almost a sort of secret agent vibe to the first part of this. I am in a house (or maybe it is a pub) somewhere, just kind of doing my own thing, when somebody has given me a package of papers. They say something that kind of indicates the model in the photos will do whatever she is told, and I find I'm kind of worried for the young lady.

The various papers are mostly advertisements, though what they are advertising, I'm just not clear on. They all feature an attractive early 20s blond model, and there is nothing obviously wrong, but more and more I find myself worried about the woman, and I slowly start talking to people about how she might need some help of some kind. The response I mostly seem to be hearing is that I'd better watch it, or my girl-friend will get jealous.

So I talk to her. She is also attractive, blond, and probably early to mid-twenties. I explain I feel the young lady needs help of some kind, and make it very plain it's nothing more than that. My gf seems very supportive of this, and even points out hints that all the photos in the ads show signs of being doctored, which seems to indicate that the girl may not even be as attractive as she looks in the ads. The one straight photo (as opposed to ad) seems even less real.

My gf has put down the packet of information on the hood of my car while we talk, and somebody else has come by and picked it up and started to walk off with it. I chase him down the maybe 20 yards he's gotten, and take the packet back. I put it back on the car hood, and sit a pizza box on top of it. But when I walk back into the bar, my girlfriend has run off, and there are now hints that she got very jealous, though there was no reason for her to be.

By this time, though I have no idea why, either my girlfriend, the girl in the ad, or perhaps the bar, is French. There is an extremely tall woman across the bar, probably at least 8 feet tall, and mostly legs. She is wearing a yellow mini skirt, and somehow seems to like walking around and even standing in a wide stance, and I can't help noticing it would make it very easy to look up her skirt, since it ends above head height for anybody sitting down.

I walk back outside to get the packet off my car, just to find packet, pizza box and car are all now missing. I'm depressed and annoyed here at first, because this seems all too common. I come across a woman talking to a man, and both are dressed up like Disney custodian crews. I ask them if they know what happened to the car, packet, and pizza. They indicate they have no idea on the car and the packet, but a guy had just given her this half-empty pizza box. I look inside, and it does indeed look like my pizza. I give it back to them, and invite them to enjoy it. After all, I've already eaten half of it, and am not really hungry at the moment.

I start walking west, getting mellower by the moment. I don't know why, but I just start to think I am dreaming. I decide to use a test directly from some of the dream techniques I have been learning about, rather than my own usual dream tests, and I take several fingers of my left hand and start pressing them against the palm of my right hand. Nothing happens at first, but I just press a little harder, and slowly the fingers pass through the palm until they are sticking through the back of my right hand. Yup, I'm dreaming.

I see a hotel further down the road, and figure I'll head there, start going through some rooms, and find some fun. It is something I have done frequently in my dreams. As I am walking over a bridge toward the hotel, I notice something very strange off to the side, a combination decorative stream and miniature golf course. Some guy or gal (probably guy) is playing a hole, but the bridge beams block sight of most of the person.

I walk on to the hotel, and pick up a couple of sets of keys, figuring with my dream powers they'll work for every lock, much like the keys at that hostel we once stayed in, in London. I don't know why, I never use keys in these dreams, anyway. This is a rather large, multi-floor hotel, and very fancy. I wander around until I find the elevators, and they are so fancy you can't tell what are the elevator doors, and what are the wall decorations. So I end up standing at the wrong place and miss the first elevator. I have to push a button and wait for a second.

I get on the elevator and push the button for the third floor, figuring that ought to get me up high enough to start finding rooms, but the elevator doors open onto a small flight of around six stairs. This seems odd. I climb up the six stairs to find myself in the middle of a really fancy restaurant, which I have found on the third floor of many hotels in the past ... in my dreams, at least.

I pass through the restaurant and up some ramps and things until I find myself in a hallway on the fourth floor, looking at actual hotel rooms. There is an attractive brunette, probably about 35 or so, walking into her hotel room, and I decide to start by following her. She has shut the door, but I walk right through it. Her husband is there, though, and I don't want any trouble, so I just walk through the wall into the next room.

I walk further and further 'down' the hall, but not in it, just walking through the walls between the rooms. Unfortunately, it is about three in the afternoon, and almost nobody is in the rooms, and the few rooms anyone is there are filled with couples, so I don't get to have any fun.

I've gone through maybe eight or ten rooms this way, but the next wall I walk through doesn't put me in a hotel room, but some kind of operations center, keeping everything running smoothly at the hotel. They don't see me walk through the wall, but as I pass through the room, they do realize they don't know me, and one guy starts hassling me for my red security badge that gave me entrance, when I don't seem to have one, he is all over me.

I start to run, and he gives chase, but he's slightly faster than me. I give up on making a quiet departure, and just go running toward a wall, but right as I reach it, he grabs on to me, so I pull him through the wall with me. He's shocked, but still isn't letting go. So I grab him, push him back against the wall, and shove. He phases through it, and loses his grip on me, so he's stuck on the other side.

Unfortunately, he has a radio, and he wastes no time in letting the entire hotel know where I am, what I look like, and what I can do, so every employee in the place is now chasing me, trying to grab me, and making it impossible for me to get anywhere quietly. I try to drop through the floor, but floors and ceilings seem to be much harder to go through than walls. I try to fly, but the ceiling is too low, and I am still easily reachable by people stuck on the ground. I just can't get away. Then I wake up.

[You'd think this would be amazingly frustrating, but it was just slightly annoying, and mostly challenging and fun. I am also convinced I need to somehow develop a dream power of Jedi mind control in my dreams, so I can just walk up to guys like this and tell them "You don't even notice me. I am not worth bothering with. These are not the droids you're looking for." and just go on my way.]

08-16-2012 -- [This was a lucid dream where even knowing I was dreaming and had strange dream powers, I couldn't seem to do anything to make it a good dream. Very depressing, and was asking to die in the dream by the end of it. Miserable.]

In an elevator, going somewhere, but no idea where. I am 3/4 asleep, and can barely open my eyes. Some black lady asks me if I am at my floor, or if I am going back down as she exits the elevator. There are a couple more floors, but back down I go, no clue as to what is going on.

I think I am in a movie theater for a few seconds, then I find myself in a 7-Eleven, thinking about the mystery shop I just did. I took four or five pictures of either the ads or the trailers in the theater, then left. In the very low lighting inside the 7-Eleven (its the middle of the night, and while they are open, they don't want the lighting to disturb people) I am trying to read a newspaper and take a good picture of my ticket stub as a receipt. Problem is, the lighting is just too bad.

I move to some brighter light just by the door, and set my stuff up. I am just about to take the picture, when a bunch of obnoxious kids come in and start jostling the table. One of them sits down on my stuff, and they all wonder why I seem to be mad at them.

Suddenly we're outside, standing by a ditch and I am trying to explain everything to them, how they messed up my picture and sat on my stuff, and they just don't care, so I give up. I find some of my stuff is scattered and laying in the dirt and mud in and around the drainage ditch, and looking at a broken pair of glasses, trying to remember if they are mine. I don't think so, they don't look right.

Suddenly I find myself in a bedroom, no idea where. It is weird, and dimensions are stretched and warped. It is huge, and empty, no furniture. Well, nothing except a mirror. The odd thing is, I glance in the mirror and I see a reflection of the room, but with all kinds of furniture, and looking cheery and pleasant, rather than dark and miserable. I see a huge clown coming, and she tells me to be patient, things get better.

Suddenly I find myself being 'attacked' by a circus tiger, except it just wants to cuddle a little bit. There are elephants, giraffes, and other animals just wandering around in this huge, empty room of mine. Bonnie C is here, but she is just sitting there, muttering to herself.

The clown walks past, but she is now dressed as a naughty nurse, all in white, really short skirt, and very attractive. Now this is more like it! I follow her as she walks into a doctor's office, and she is speeding up, almost like she is trying to escape. By this point I know I am dreaming, so when she goes through a door and locks it, I run right through it at full speed, and pass through as if it weren't there.

I catch up to her among some office cubicles and am trying to kiss her and start having some fun. A doctor walks into the room, and because I don't want him to see me, he can't, but since I'm all over the nurse, who he can see, and she is struggling, he knows something is up. "He's here, isn't he?" he asks. Then comes over and starts to wrestle with me, even though he can't see me.

I try to explain. I'm dreaming, I know I'm dreaming, and shouldn't I be able to have some fun? I point to the nurse's gorgeous bare ass, her fanny right in front of my face, and say "Answer honestly, if you're in a dream, face to face with this, would you not take advantage of the situation?" He is honest, and admits he probably would, but tells me she is not for me. I get nothing except the very minor feel I have already copped.

She leads me back to the floor of the dark, empty, huge bedroom, and stays right there, taunting me with her presence. Obnoxious. To hell with this, I start to feel her up again, and she is not happy. Just before I can get anywhere, I get distracted by a caterpillar dressed up as a clown, climbing on me. A green dog comes bouncing up, then disappears, and the doctor is here, still protecting the nurse. He looks slightly different, and I realize he is also the dog.

I start to whine about how I don't get to have anything, even in my dreams, and start to beg to die. They have nothing helpful to say to me. They tell me to get something to eat, and now there is a plain table with a picnic basket on it. I walk up to it and there is some weird guy standing there singing a song about hiding bad food in with the good, and burying chewed clean chicken wing bones under a couple of loaves of stale bread.

This dream sucks!

2-10-11 -- I'm in a house where I have rented a room and am living. I can't say it is any particular real house that I've lived in. My landlord Rosemary is there, and so are her grand kids. My room is a mess, a real disaster (unfortunately it frequently is in real life ... I'm afraid I'm a bit of a slob), and I am thinking about cleaning it up. I remember I just cleaned the other one, and it didn't really take me all that long. [Just cleaned my room in real life about a week ago, and it only took me maybe an hour or so an evening for two evenings, which is the 'other one' I was remembering.]

There are lots of kids running around, and I don't know how I realize it, but I suddenly realize I am dreaming. I'm standing outside with a bunch of the kids, and suddenly I look at one of them (one of Rosemary's grand kids, I think) and ask him if he wants to make a bet. He says OK. I'm thinking he probably ought to wait until I tell him what the bet is, before agreeing.

I bet him that I can walk through one of the walls, and all the kids are saying "no way!" The problem isn't walking through the wall, which I know I can do, since I am dreaming ... the problem is that I can't find a wall to walk through. For some reason, the house seems to be almost entirely windows. I finally decide to try it in the kitchen. While there is a window, it only starts at about four feet, below that there is a wall. Of course, since it is in the kitchen, it means I am going to have to walk through a cabinet, as well.

I walk up to the wall and stick my hand out. I'm moving very slowly at first, because I want to push through the window, not break it. So slowly I sink my hand through the window, and keep pushing until I move the rest of my body through the window, the wall, and the cabinet.

The kids are going nuts, saying "That's amazing!" "How did you do that?" and the like. I tell them "This is a dream. I can do almost anything I can imagine. I can walk through walls, I can fly ... there are no consequences to anything I do!" The kids think that is rather neat. The two drop-dead gorgeous red heads who walk up to it think it is more than neat. They start stripping down, and we all climb into my bed.

Being as it is a dream, and I know it is a dream, my landlord sees us, but doesn't care. Unfortunately, as soon as we make it into the bed, I wake up. Still a very fun dream, though.