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02-21-2015 -- I am in the hallway in front of my bedroom at Rosemary's house, except my room is the first on the right side of the hall, instead of the left, and the hall is running E/W rather than N/S (I think.) The room is a disaster, with tons of papers and junk on the floor, and there is so much of it that a lot of it has slipped into the hallway, and I know this is going to really tick Rosemary off. So I get to work, grabbing and shoving all the stuff in the hallway into the room, then shut the door. It takes me about 2 minutes, and I am somehow feeling really proud of myself, so I decide to go tell Rosemary.

I wander down the hall and walked past the kitchen and step down the two small steps leading into the living room. (No idea where this home layout comes from, by the way.) But when I get to the living room, I find that Rosemary/Bonnie (it is now a cross between the two) has got some sort of clown alley-type meeting going on. I duck out of the way and head back to my room, but as I get there, I discover we have relatives visiting, and they are poking all around the house. They go to open the door to my room, and I am trying to stop them as I don't want them to see the mess, but I find myself looking into a different, clean room. I pull the door shut and open it again, just long enough to glimpse the mess in my room. I shut it a third time and open it, to find myself looking in at one of the rooms that usually have two or three of the kids from other landlord dreams sleeping in them, and just kind of tilt my head in confusion. Seems each time the door is open, it leads to a different room.

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02-20-2015 -- Vague memories of driving and chasing scenes, but can't remember any actual details, then I find myself in a huge pool or aquarium. There is a big red fish here, probably about five feet long, six inches wide, and about 10 or 12 inches deep. It's a vivid red, and looks quite gorgeous, but unfortunately is swallowed whole by perhaps a 12 foot long shark, that, after it eats the big red fish, seems to no longer be hungry, and wants to make friends with people. We are rather iffy about trusting it at all ... after all, what if it gets hungry again?

So this big shark is swimming around, and it can't talk, but it kind of nudges us like a dog that wants to be petted might. Meanwhile there is a sort of small city here, currently sitting on top of the water with a sort of a fish-like man (greenish-gray skin, gills, scales, but man-shaped) who is glaring at us. He kind of blames us for the shark being around, as if we brought it here, and keeps trying to make his city sink under water, so we can't enter it and look around, because he's mad about the shark. Not too detailed, at least that I can remember, but sort of neat.

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02-20-2015 -- I'm having some sort of interaction with KPSB's family, possibly originally at their home, but we very soon are at the Buena Park Mall. We're just wandering around, shopping, when I spot Kevin's sister, L, who seems to be talking with what looks like Emma Frost, the White Queen. I don't trust the evil woman, and worry she is corrupting L, so I am hovering near, trying to listen in on what they are saying. Emma is in one of her usual scandalous outfits, so I'm also rather enjoying the view. Unfortunately, they are starting to notice my attention, and begin to move away, so I try to turn invisible, so I can keep watching. It actually works fairly well this time.

We're probably pretty close to Longs at this point, and they start walking toward Sears, then branch off to one of the main mall exits, and I try to stay close, but as I burst out the doors into the parking lot, they are nowhere in sight, and I realize they have gotten away, and I still have no idea what they were planning. Something about a little kid approaching me and hugging my leg or something, then I step back inside. It is evening, but not too late, and only 6 or 7, so still a couple of hours before the mall closes. There are dozens and dozens of booths set up selling things for the holiday, as well as the stores, but for some reason, they are all starting to pack up the goods and tear down the booths, and with a couple of hours left before closing, it just doesn't make sense to me ... but oh well.

I start walking toward May Company, and glance into Waldenbooks as I pass, but today I have no interest in stepping inside. As I am about to step through the doors into May Company, I find myself facing a Chinese dragon. Not a huge, mythical animal, but the parade costume thing. I try to squeeze to the side and slip past it, but one of the people in the large head (which has about six people in a sort of semi-circle carrying it) calls out to me, and turns out to be an attractive Chinese girl I know. (Actually, I don't think I know any Chinese girls, oh well.)

She's asking me something about what I'm doing, and it in some way brings up the topic of balloons, and I mention that I can twist balloons. They don't believe me, so I start looking around. Either part of the dragon or separate, there are some uninflated balloons and things around, and I keep picking up several looking for one I can blow up and twist to prove myself. Unfortunately most are broken, and the few that are not are old and weak, and as soon as I try to blow them up, they break. Then if I can find a whole one, I know just how hard they are to blow up without a pump. Then I find one that is already blown up, and I figure I can demonstrate with it, but it is completely filled up, so there is no room for the air to go anywhere as I twist it, which makes it even harder to deal with. Still, I manage a couple of twists and turn to show them, just to find the dragon and all it's carriers have walked off. Oh well. I walk into May Company, and wake up before I reach the other end of the store.

12-19-2013 -- [Two detailed lucids today, surrounded by days of nothing even memorable. Sigh! But these two dreams were really cool!] I am in a supermarket that seems familiar, though I cannot identify the exact chain or location. There is a bit with managers and entering through turnstiles or something that seem vaguely reminiscent of other recent dreams, then soon I am wandering the aisles. Eventually I come across an aisle that has snack cakes, and among the various offerings are the Little Debbie Christmas Cakes that I enjoy. But for some reason the packs have been broken up, and the individual plastic-wrapped two packs are being offered for sale, and a few of them are a new strawberry flavor, rather than my usual preferred chocolate flavored ones. Since I don't know if they are any good, I decide to open one and eat it, to test how I like it, so I can decide if I want to buy a bunch of them or not. I figure I will just take the wrapper to the register with whatever else I decide to purchase, and pay for them all at once. I don't really like the strawberry ones that much, but I still want to get some of the chocolate.

Suddenly I find I have left the store, and I don't know why, but I am kind of worried about it. I never paid for the one I ate, and even if I go back, they are going to be mad at me, and darn it, I don't even know why I left! I find myself in an odd blend of California and Omaha that I have dreamed of before. I am on a freeway that is a cross between the 22 in California and I-680 in Omaha. I am trying to figure out exactly where I am and where the store was and get back to it, and I seem to be driving Joe L's Lexus SUV. I am just starting to turn a corner while muttering about pizza, and a nearby cop hears me and calls me over. I am worried about a ticket or something, but no, he just points to an NYPD (New York Pizza Deli) and says it is his favorite. Soon after, some rough looking guys in a beat up van (who look like they could be real trouble) are flagging me down ... to make their own recommendation! Nuts, all of them!

Soon I am back on the freeway, heading north, but the car has disappeared, and I am now flying along. Soon I am flying through a building, and some woman is attacking me, saying something about how because I am flying, I killed her husband. I think my dead mom is trying to argue with her about it. Meanwhile, I am just trying to get away from the crazy woman when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I glance back to find a ghostly angel flying above me. I think it is Louie Anderson [and it took me perhaps 45 minutes to find him on the internet to identify him ... though it turns out he is not dead in real life, like I thought], who apologizes for her, saying she doesn't really mean it, she is just upset about his death. Though I had nothing to do with Louie's death, somehow I help his wife to easily pass on to join him, and the two of them fly off to heaven.

Meanwhile, they have carried me far higher into the air than I usually manage to fly on my own, and I find myself up around maybe thirty stories in the air, and am flying back toward the ground. I am worried about hitting the power lines and such, which are everywhere, and almost forming a net waiting for me, but the positive aspects of the dream hold, and I easily sail through them without getting caught up, until I am back at a level I am comfortable with, 20 to 30 feet in the air. I am now getting fairly close to where I think the store is, but I find myself flying through the middle of a generic shopping mall (not one of the specific ones I often dream of). I am now flying south through this mall, heading for an exit, but there are a couple of sisters (at least I assume they are sisters, as they look quite similar.) They are large women, bulky, but not seriously fat. They remind me of a cross between one of my relatives and a balloon artist named Patricia Bunnell. They are kind of chasing me and trying to catch me for my daring to be different and unique, and having the ability to fly.

I speed up and try to fly to the exit, but they sense what I am doing. "He's trying to escape," they scream, and rush to the doors ahead of me, blocking them off so I can't get through. So I turn around and start to fly in the opposite direction, figuring I will lose them, and find another set of doors to exit out of. Problem is, others start to chase me, more out of interest than the anger the two women were showing. One guy and his wife are close, and he manages to grab my leg even though I am right up by the ceiling, because he is 9 or 10 feet tall, with long arms. Darn it! I keep trying to slip his grasp and fly away, and as they hold on to me, they both figure out how to fly, and are soon able to fly on their own. "How is this possible?" she asks. "It's a dream," I reply. "We're all dreaming?" I don't want to be rude and tell her she is probably only a figment of my imagination, so I hedge and say "I only know that I am dreaming." "Well, how did you get so smart about dreams?" And I start to explain to her how I started making lists of my dreams back in high school, and by now have thousands of dreams written down to learn from. I also hint at the fact that since I know I am dreaming, I might find somebody to have some fun with.

By this point, right as I am considering landing and trying to lose myself in the crowd, we exit through some doors on the west side of the mall, and the couple let go of me, and decide to fly off on their own to their own adventure. I'm pleased to find I am finally free, and am about to soar off and resume trying to find the grocery store, when suddenly somebody else latches on to me. I find it is a tall, attractive, rather Nordic blonde with a thick Nordic accent. "How?" she demands of me, as we drift through the air. I start explaining about knowing you are dreaming as I wrap my arms around her. I tell her she is warm and safe and protected. I won't let anything happen to her. I steal a line from Douglas Adams and explain that flying is really quite simple ... you just have to throw yourself at the ground, and miss. But I stress it's the bit about missing that is important, because otherwise it can be kind of painful. I wrap my arms further around her as she chuckles, very close to feeling her up as I continue this wonderful new technique of seduction by teaching flying.

12-19-2013 -- [Sleeping poorly, kept waking up, but I think eventually I was only dreaming I was waking up. Weird stuff. Lucid. Sex, rape, and violence ahead.] I am driving along in Joe's SUV when somehow the power steering goes out, but it is really strange and kind of intermittent. I think I am trying to do some sort of mystery shop or something, though I am not really sure. Anyway the steering is almost impossible at one slow speed, and then works fine at another speed just slightly slower or slightly faster, and I am trying to get the perfect speed so that I can actually manage to drive the car. I think there is a tiny bit about talking to my sister (maybe), or perhaps not. The first bits are rather choppy, as again, I think I am drifting in and out of sleep. Maybe.

I find myself at a hotel, and I seem to be kind of changing out beer barrel-like bottles of soda syrup for the fountain drinks, and as part of a mystery shop am somehow taking one of the large barrels and trying to load it into the bike with a basket that the car has turned in to. I manage to get it into the basket, and am trying to get the bike lined up so that I can try to drive out of here, when a couple of crazy (but kind of attractive) Oriental women come driving up in their car. I am somehow several yards away from my bike, all of a sudden, walking toward it, when they start to back up right into where the bike is sitting. I'm calling out "No!" and they are winking and smirking at me, making sure that I know that they know exactly what they are doing. They crush and mangle the bike between their car and the wall, and I am suddenly furious. Thing is, I know I am dreaming, but I am furious that they are intentionally messing with me.

Spoiler for sex and rape:

I stalk toward them, explaining that this is a dream, and it is my dream, and I can really make them pay for messing with me, and I decide "You screwed me by wrecking my bike, so I am going to screw both of you ... literally." They are now frightened and start backing away from me. I want to make it as bad as possible, so I drop my pants, grab my penis, and start stretching it and pumping it and working it until it gets longer and longer, thicker and thicker. Soon it is massive. Meanwhile, the two Oriental women are getting smaller and smaller, until they only stand 3 1/2 or 4 feet tall. I grab the first one, roughly strip off her clothes, then shove myself into her. I shove further and further, until with a bit of a pop, the barest tip of my penis forces its way out her mouth from the inside. I finally pull out of her and grab the other one, and start to do the same thing, but I find myself thinking I stopped just the smallest bit too soon, and should have pushed just a little bit farther, until the entire head pushed out, rather than just the top two or three millimeters of the crown.

I am just about done anyway, when this rough looking character seems to want to come to their aid. I can tell that he is a thief, so I decide to get a little more revenge by letting him know that the two women (who are staying in the hotel) have something very valuable in their suite. So he leaves them and starts upstairs, to break into the suite. Meanwhile I just fly up the side of the building, sneak in the window, and grab whatever the valuable is, not only stealing it, but framing the thief in the process. Mess with me in my dream, will you? I'm casually making my way out the window when the thief triggers an alarm or something, and he comes rushing to the window. He throws himself out, using some kind of harness or parachute to slow his descent, and as he leaps, he spots me and realizes he has been set up.

I have no harness, parachute or gadgets, but I don't need any ... its my dream! I fly down several stories, and fly into a parking garage, mostly under control, just slightly wild, and almost knock over a couple walking through the garage. I am not 100% sure, but they look like they are probably Rose and Mickey from Doctor Who. Meanwhile, police cars are screaming into the area to check on the alarm, and Rose and Mickey realize they are in the wrong place at the wrong time. They duck behind a car as a police car drives by, swinging it's search light into the parking garage. (At this point I notice that the front of the police car is slightly crumpled, like it has been in an accident, though this fact has no affect on the dream.) I turn myself invisible before the cop can see me, but Mickey is getting more and more nervous, and suddenly makes a break for it, making himself look horribly guilty, and attracting the attention of all the police.

He is quickly caught, and he has no reason to try and protect me, so he explains about the guy who flew out of the hotel and into the parking garage, and then turned invisible. The cop is kind of skeptical, but glancing around the area, as I try to shift away from him, it seems he can catch glimpses of my movement out of the corner of his eye. He suddenly calls out to all the other police that he caught a glimpse of one of "them", someone with some sort of power who turned themselves invisible. Suddenly I am backing up from a bunch of cops reaching out and grabbing for my invisible figure in a scene very reminiscent of Harry Potter backing away from Filch and Snape in the first movie. Suddenly there are six or seven cops, male and female, plain-clothes and in uniform, all chasing me. They can't see me, except a brief flicker in the corner of the eye, but that's enough to keep them crowding ever closer. A couple of them are blindfolded, to enhance their other senses, and one of them seems to be a strange whip-creature, flailing long, thin tentacles at me, trying to score a touch which I somehow know might poison me, and things are getting tighter and tighter.

I make a break for it, and try to fly out of the structure, but somehow they have been getting ready for me, and there are strong, but thin, nearly invisible wires strung everywhere that I trigger and have to punch my way through to get out of the parking garage, and when I do, that drops a strong, heavy net on me. By this time, I have had enough. I turn visible as I tear apart the net, and am soon surrounded by the cops. I start to warn them off. "This is a dream. It is my dream. I am all-powerful in it." I point to one guy. "Your pants are going to fall!" Suddenly his pants are around his ankles. I point at another. "You're about to trip." He flops over backward onto his butt. "Sorry for this!" I point at another one and transform him into some sort of furry animal, perhaps a weasel. I can clearly remember another lucid dream I once had, where it was starting to turn into a nightmare (can be read here) and explain to the cops that I could conjure up a full-blown nuke and blow the entire dreamscape to kingdom come. "Do you really want to mess with me?!?" Most of the cops start backing off, but one big black cop (when I wrote the dream down, I knew specifically who he looked like, but didn't write it down, and now it is gone) is stupidly brave or an absolute idiot, and grabs me, so I tell him he is going to fall down and his stomach is going to explode. The others are seriously backing off now, but not quick enough to avoid being lightly coated with bits of blood and skin as his belly explodes over everyone.

I start to fly off, but everybody who has been in the area is now convinced I am a god, and I am surrounded by people calling out for me to do things for them. Some are nothing more than greedy, selfish users who just want wealth and valuables, but many others are desperate, homeless, or horribly sick or injured. The ones who are truly in need, I feel for, but I am not god, I am just dreaming. I am only limited by what I can conceive of, but the mass of people calling out for help are large enough that it is more than I can conceive of. I land in a convertible next to a slim, attractive blonde woman, and I pull aside her top and start playing with her nipples, but neither of us are really into it. I just can't stop thinking about all these hurting people.

Meanwhile, I spot another thin woman who is not so attractive, and is very hillbilly-ish. She seems to be a cross between the wife of the farmer who gets turned into the 'Edgar suit' in the first Men in Black movie and Cletus's wife on the Simpsons, and she is calling out for help for her husband, who cannot leave their car. I glance over at him, and he has a cheap mechanical heart made from a gallon milk jug, sitting in an almost non-existent torso, and is obviously in bad shape. This is at least somewhat beyond me, but I lay hands on him and start to pray for him, hoping I have enough faith to do some good. Thankfully new skin starts to grow around his torso, and I seem to have managed to bring forth some serious healing for him. One of their kids is a teenage daughter who no longer believes in anything at all, and I am trying to figure out some way to help her, but that one is going to take some thinking. They have a slightly younger son who is a little pudgy, and reminds me a bit of Pugsley from the Addams Family, who is working on some sort of school assignment, and is trying to make either a sword or a musical instrument (which it is changes moment to moment) from a bit of scrap, and I move over to him to start doing something.

The mom is trying to stop me, not wanting me to do it for him, as she wants him to get whatever grade he earns, and learn from the experiment. Instead she calls out for me to just make him some candy or something. But she doesn't realize what I am doing. I am not making whatever it is for him, I am just changing the scrap he is working with into a very fine and valuable piece of lumber so that if he does fine enough work with it, the finished product may be worth a lot of money. Leaving him to do the work, but greatly increasing the potential value of that work. As soon as I finish that, I wave my hand and the candy the mother asked for rains down on both children.

07-24-2013 -- [Bad night for sleeping, great night for dreams. Lots of bits or fragments, but more memorable than usual. Going to take this all in order to paint a full picture of the night. First dream of the night was long and involved, but mostly gone, since I never woke up to write it down, and it was mostly replaced by the second dream. Yet I can remember bits of it.]

I was still being helped by Carl in regards to the whole homeless situation, though things were complicated by the fact that he was becoming homeless, as well. There were hints of the tribulation period, and being chased and pursued, partly by marked men, partly by demons, but not nightmare-scary, just interesting. At one point hiding in a cross between a shopping mall and a hotel. I am invisible, watching the situation, while there are two children in the hotel room. One the bad guys know is there, the other they don't, and I am trying to use whatever power I might have to kind of blind the bad guy to the child he doesn't know is there, who is currently more or less in plain sight, but trying to move into hiding behind a couch without being seen.

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[Second dream was the detailed Dungeon Becomes Trek Ride at Disneyland dream, which is being posted separately as it was a full dream by any measurement. After I dreamed it, I woke up and jotted it and the above fragment down. After that, I tried to go back to sleep, but wasn't succeeding. Proceeded to drift in and out of sleep and dreams, leading to fragments, stream of consciousness, and some weird stuff.]

I find myself taking part in a very strange version of Third Rock From the Sun. I am the alien, coming to observe Earth and learn about it. I am not fully here, yet. I am non-corporeal, just a spirit, almost a ghost. I am invisible to most, though the more time I spend around a person, the more they can begin to kind of catch me out of the corner of their eye. I am watching over the house I am going to live in, which seems to be a blend of houses I have really lived in, watching my soon-to-be roommates, which include Drew Cary (who may own the house), Sally (from Third Rock), and the slightly Indian fellow who used to share the Pageant house with us. So I am hanging out in the house, and Sally is the first to start to notice me, as she begins asking the others "Is it my imagination, or is there a guy watching us?" With her pointing me out, the others slowly start to see me, too.

They try to communicate with me, but I have no physical body yet, so no vocal chords, and I cannot talk to them, but they really want to communicate. Eventually they are trying to get me to do charades, and I am thinking to myself 'this is ridiculous,' and figure I might as well be even more ridiculous, so I start shaking and spasming, and go into receiving mode for getting a message from the Big, Giant Head. Except no message comes, instead I just pass out.

Since I have no body, they can't move me, so when I wake, I am still lying face down on the floor where I passed out. But somehow Drew had the bright idea to stick a bowl full of Vodka (or some kind of hard liquor) in the same space as my head, and in the time that I was laying there, I somehow slowly absorbed some of the booze. With no mass to dilute it, whatever little amount I somehow absorbed has got me completely plastered. So I am now this drunk non-corporeal spirit, wandering around this house. And it seems I am horny when I am drunk. I wander into Sally's room, and find she is having a sleepover, and has two other attractive women in her bed with her, all in pajamas.

As I am drunk and horny, I keep trying to feel up the three of them, and even though I get nowhere, I am having a good time. I am annoying them, though, and they are telling me to get lost, so eventually I wander off. But there is a method to my madness, and I figure if I wait a little while they will fall asleep, and then I can come back and crawl into bed with them, and sleep in the middle of them, and even if I have no physical body to feel with, it will still be pleasant to wake up in the middle of them.

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Something about a mixture of the Hornet and Hosanna Printing, but no details. Then I find myself driving down I-4, but very very tired, and I keep drifting into sleep and waking up again. Very dangerous. I am approaching downtown, driving with both my feet resting up on the dash, which makes it very hard to apply the brakes when needed. Especially since the car isn't large enough, and it is very difficult to first get my feet off the dash, then over the center console, to get them back down by the pedals, so every time I need to brake, it is less and less likely that I will be able to do so.

At one point I am drifting to the right, and pushing against a tractor trailer. The mass of my car or truck (no idea what I am driving, though the dash thing seems like the Jimmy) isn't doing a thing to the truck, but it's driver is glaring at me. We are approaching the downtown area, and one of the off ramps that forces a lane off the freeway (probably the South Street exit) and I think I have gotten far enough over that I won't be forced off, and I can't help but drift off again. I guess I was wrong, because when I wake again, I am barreling down the off ramp at high speed, approaching a stop light and heavy traffic. I am struggling to get my feet down to the brakes again. Even as I start to apply the brakes, I don't know if I will make it, so I also turn in to the parking lot of the dry cleaners on the right side of the off ramp, which gives me enough extra space to stop.

So I am now in the parking lot, and am preparing to move back onto the highway, but there are bookcases just standing there in the middle of the lot, blocking the exits. I am moving them just enough to make enough space for my scooter to fit through, so I guess the car or truck has disappeared. Am about to climb back on the scooter and leave, when I spot my marmalade cat, Sammy. [Cat I had when I was a kid.] Sammy is supposed to sit on my shoulder and dig his claws in, so he can safely stay with me on the scooter, but it seems he can't stay awake either, and keeps sliding down to my lap, and if he does that while we are riding, he will fall off, probably die, and even if not, I will lose him.

I am trying to explain this to him, and get him to stay awake, when he tells me he doesn't want to ride the scooter, he wants to ride the full-blown motorcycle. [Yes, my cat is now talking to me.] I ask him what motorcycle, and he reminds me of one that I got in another dream, recently. I can't remember the dream he is mentioning, either in the dream or awake, but yes, I can vaguely remember a motorcycle, but I have no idea where it is. He tells me that I left it parked at the First Church of the Nazarene, so I guess we have also shifted from Orlando to Buena Park. Obviously I realize I am dreaming to some extent, but not enough to register what it means.

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Suddenly I am standing in a room with three beautiful women, a tall blonde, a tall redhead, and a shorter brunette. The blonde may be Sally (3rd Rock), the shorter brunette may be Lucy Liu, no idea who the redhead is. I am referring to them as angels, though I have no idea if that is real angels or Charlie's Angels (Lucy Liu, after all) or some other sort of angels ... no idea. But whatever they are, I am thanking them for somehow saving my life, and trying to show that thanks by giving them all sensual massages as they stand there in lingerie.

I am trying to talk them out of what little they are wearing, and into a shower for even more relaxation, and they try to tell me it is not necessary, yet moments later all four of us are in the shower, nude, under the warm water, as I run soapy hands all over their luscious bodies, and they moan in pleasure. At this point, I am fully here, and they are about half corporeal, so there is a sense that this ties in slightly with the Third Rock fragment above, which is why I think the blonde might be Sally. Meanwhile, I am greatly enjoying the caressing, but I have to be careful to avoid caressing one of Lucy Liu's buttocks, as she has a massive bruise there, and it hurts if I caress that spot. Very nice!

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Somehow I am standing at the counter of a convenience store ... in Ohio, I think. No idea how I got there, but I don't think Ohio is all that near the national border. Somehow I am being given a dollar in change, perhaps from a very small winning lotto scratch-off or something. I just don't know. At first I think they are giving me too much money, because I have at least two quarters, and what looks like a 50 cent piece, plus several more coins, but then I start looking at the coins, and realize that isn't a 50 cent piece, though it may be a 50p coin. Several of the other coins are foreign coins, including Canadian and Chinese, or plastic coins, or bits of metal, in one case a washer, and oddest of all, a cheap womans' watch. So I am figuring I have been shorted. But then I count all the actual American coins I have received, and it adds up to 99 cents, and I decide that all the other stuff has to be worth at least a penny, so I don't make a fuss.

I am feeling a little hungry, and I spot a bag of something very like Crackerjack, but not, and I decide to buy it. I lay it on the counter, and pull out a debit card, because I don't want to go through the coin nonsense again. Problem is, they ring it up and quote me a price of over three dollars, and the extra is for using the debit card for such a small amount. I refuse, saying no way am I paying over a dollar extra for that. They say it isn't a dollar extra, it is only 20 cents extra, and that was an accident, it should have only been ten cents, but it rang up twice. I look at the package, which is now marked something like 2.19, and still refuse to pay -almost- a dollar extra. They say they will refund the ten cents, but I refuse, take my card back, and hand them a $10 bill.

They start giving me hundreds of bits of paper as my change. A few bills are actual American currency. Others are cheap counterfeit bills, or IOUs, or foreign bills in yen, and rubles, and pounds and francs. Some claim to be American money, with pictures of American presidents on them, but the paper is very colorful, and in different sizes, like many of the other countries do. I am complaining about what I received, going through it carefully to try and see how much actual real American bills I have received, and somebody behind me in line is wondering why I am complaining, and saying I seem to have received more than enough. Thankfully, I don't have to lose my count to reply to him, as his wife tries to explain to him that counterfeit money isn't as good as the real thing.

By this time, the package clearly shows the price of the snack to be 2.99, and it always has, and I have seven dollars in real bills, along with all the other garbage, but I am still angry at being ripped off, and threatening to call the police, because I should be getting eight dollars in change. Which just goes to show, not only can numbers change randomly in dreams, but one's math skills also suffer, because 10-3 is not 8.

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07-21-2013 -- Some guy is unfriendly to me in a parking lot, then I find myself trying to chase a lizard out of my car, and into a corner, where it ends up fighting with, and trying not to be swallowed by a snake. Soon things have morphed into the snake and lizard being in a high corner of the garage of the Hickory House, which is very dirty and dusty and filled with cob webs and spider webs. I blunder through one web, and end up getting bitten by a large spider, perhaps the size of a small tarantula, on the back of my hand. I am kind of trapped in webbing, and on my back on the ground, and am trying to get out of the way of several more spiders dropping from the ceiling, but I can't seem to move, so I may soon collect several more bites.

06-22-2013 -- [OK, talk about involved dreams in a short bit of time ... was drifting off into a nap at about 3:30 today, but was kept from it by a friend texting me at 3:33. I glanced at the text, but ignored making a reply because I didn't want to distract myself from drifting off to sleep. Something (possibly a knock on the door, but I'm not sure) woke me up at about 3:55, and I had this whole dream in my head. So it was all dreamed in under 20 minutes, possibly significantly under.]

I'm walking through a sort of cross between some sort of mental hospital and a live version of Runescape with my friend Dale, and I think we're on some sort of a quest that I can remember dreaming about before, probably two or three years ago. People are running around and yelling and screaming, making noise and being odd [as little kids keep doing outside my motel room in real life as I am trying to nap] as we're making our way through the maze-like corridors, grumbling about having no guidance and no maps.

Eventually I find myself in a wooded area out behind the building, where I can see the entrance to a familiar-looking graveyard with five graves in it. I know I have to go inside and help the grave digger get the right bodies in the right graves, but I find I can't walk normally. Somehow, even though this is live and not a computer game, I have to push the right keys to walk shorter or longer distances and in different directions. But with no keyboard and no memory of what keys, I'm completely lost. In addition, the graves are only 2 or 3 spaces apart, but the distances I can move are 5 or 8 spaces or something like that, so it is a big puzzle to figure out how to make the right spaces in the right directions to get in front of each individual grave so I can figure out who is supposed to be in each one. [The controls are kind of like for a game a skull ball.]

To make things worse, there are also little bits of sparkles around, and bits of glowing, circling dust, and I come to realize that we not only have to solve this puzzle in the 'real' Runescape world, but we also have to find a portal where we can switch into the spirit world, where the puzzle will be even more difficult, and solve it there, too. [A throwback to the Spirit of Summer/Corporeal Beast quests.] All with no maps, no guides, and just the vaguest of memories of trying to do this before and failing.

I finally give up, and just try to sit down on the short stone fence surrounding the graveyard and rest for a few minutes, but as I am, a cheerleader comes running past, screaming her head off, and as I start to recognize her as Claire Bennet, Sylar comes running behind her, still trying to cut her head open to gain her powers, and I have to try and help her to get away safely. Soon I find myself running through what halfway seems to be the kitchen at the Hickory house, except that there is a sort of a group therapy session going on here. As we rush in, Sylar is halfway behaving himself, pretending to be an ok person, and some crazy old lady is asking me if I am going to tell her any more stories about the psychotic watch-maker, and I am shushing her, trying to keep her from cluing Sylar in on the fact that we know who he is.

I'm trying to get him trapped in here with the oddly powerful and helpful patient who I suspect isn't really a patient, but about that time, somebody makes an announcement that 'Monica' was thrown out a few hours ago for 'telling lies' (ie the truth they don't want to have known), so it seems we aren't going to have any assistance from an angel on this one. Soon find we're chasing around the corridors again, and my friend Chris has joined us, but I don't seem to want him to follow me, so I run into a corridor that I think leads back to the door where we entered the building, but it is now very dark, and he turns out to be afraid of the dark, so doesn't follow me.

But somehow it seems to lead to somebody kind of leading me to bed and telling me to go to sleep (with hints of some kind of mind control in there, forcing me to forget about all that has been going on, and making me want to sleep) except that the door to my room is open, and all the lights have been left on in the room and the hall, so I get up again and start to wander around to try and turn off the lights, which somehow starts to awaken me once again to what I had been made to forget.

[And on top of dreaming all of that in 10-15 minutes, when I woke up, I was no longer tired. A 10-15 minute nap that was that filled with a crazy dream was enough to wipe away my sleepiness.]

01-17-2013 -- [This dream happened very early in the night when I should not have been having dreams with the 5-HTP I have been taking. I went to bed around 11:30, and woke around 2:00, earlier than I would expect. On the other hand, it was weird and disjointed, which I would expect from such an early dream.]

Big, long chase-style dream, with tons of scene changes, and very hard to remember details. Starts with an odd combination of a kids' play area and perhaps a ship (much like the ship I got pulled under in the David Tennant Bat'leth dream), where I seem to be kind of climbing into a kids play area. But soon things shift, and I find myself half-flying, half skiing through a snowy mountain area that seems familiar.

It is very much something we are doing in real life, but there is still a kind of a hint of Runescape, and it seems like some sort of route (like doing herbs at the five herb patches). Dale is doing this with me, but it has been a long time since he has done it, so he doesn't remember where things are, and I am half trying to help him, and half trying to beat him and gain more experience.

Anyway, we're sliding down the slopes of this snowy mountain, and eventually slide off on what almost seems to be a sort of freeway exit. It feels like halfway a small town exit off I-95 in the Tampa area (San Antonio or perhaps Bushnell), partway something off I-4 near Disney, and partly something in the Rancho Palos Verdes area in California. Anyway, we're on the off ramp waiting to make a left turn, and Dale just makes it in a gap in the traffic while I have to wait a bit for more traffic to go by.

It seems like I head west a few hundred yards, and then make a u-turn and head a bit further East, which begs the question why we didn't make a right turn instead of a left turn off the freeway off ramp. Weird. Anyway, Dale is ahead of me, and I soon find myself driving into a sort of combination apartment complex and retirement home, where it seems I have to deliver some newspapers.

It has a very Register feeling to it, because the paper comes in two sections, and I have to put them together. I know I have to deliver 8 or 9 papers to this complex, but I can't remember which units are my customers. Luckily there are only about 15 apartments, and I have a few extra papers, so I might be able to just deliver papers to all of them, and avoid any problems. At some point it also turns from the Register, to an issue of Grit.

Somehow somebody is ranting about how dogs aren't allowed, though they just might barely allow a small puppy, but somebody else has brought both a puppy and a dog, and that's just not allowed. Meanwhile, all the people are coming out to meet me instead of allowing me to drop the papers off at their porches, and taking papers directly from me, while a sprinkler is soaking all of us and the papers. It is very confusing and surreal.

Anyway, Dale is still ahead of me, and I have to try and catch up with him, and so I have to get out of here, but all the old people want to walk with me and talk with me. Meanwhile, I am trying to fly out to gain some speed, but the area I am leaving seems to be lined with the kind of netting / fencing that they use on a golf driving range to keep you from being able to hit golf balls out of the area, and the stuff is tight and limiting my flying.

I make it out of that area, and move on to the next area, which seems to be a combination of the Animal Kingdom, Knott's Jungle Island, and a Polynesian area I've dreamed about a few times recently. I have to get in here, but I am still being chased by somebody who started chasing me at the gold course as I tried to fly. I am at this second area to make a pick-up of Idexx samples, which is why the flavor of the Animal Kingdom, but the security entrance is actually kind of the covered bridge entrance to Knott's Jungle Island.

I am supposed to stop to see security to get in, but with the idiot chasing me, I just decide to fly over the bridge (and security gate) to escape the guy. Unfortunately, that has security starting to chase me, so I just trade one for the other. I try to explain I'm here to pick up the Idexx samples, but they say somebody else just came and picked them up (Dale, of course). So I ask if he picked up both sets of samples, and they didn't know there were two sets of samples. (The reason they didn't know is that there aren't two sets, but I did find samples to pick up, so whatever Dale grabbed, they weren't the right stuff.)

Anyway, I grab the samples and try to fly right back out the way I came in, but I seem to be being chased by more and more people. There are large vines everywhere in the air, and I am trying to dodge them and fly around them, but there are more and more of them, and I am having more and more trouble. Right when I escape one guy, somebody else always starts chasing me.

At one point, some of the vines I am having to fly around and avoid even seem to be shooting out of my mouth, and at others they are shooting through the pane of glass in the front door of the Hickory House, as things just get odder and odder, in a full-out chase dream that makes less and less actual sense.

01-05-2013 -- [Great dream with some nice details and connections to other dreams. Very long, but the last 'scene' is the longest and most detailed, solely because it is the one I remember best.]

This one seems to start at a Disney World-ish kind of place where I am looking for work. I am trying to get in at various jobs, but they aren't what I really want to be doing. It seems I can't try to get the job I really want, because that would have me working with Anne, and though I am over the entire thing, she isn't, and is still freaking out about it. At the same time, Agent Fornell can't get the job he wants, either, because he and Gibbs' ex-wife, Diane. Turns out she and Anne work together, and she may have been the cast member arguing with me on my cell phone in the big 'trying to be lucid and not getting there' dream at Disneyland Paris, last night.

There were bits taking place at the Buena Park Mall, trailing suspects with Gibbs and Fornell, dodging around the various mall customers. I also seem to remember tiny bits that might tie in with long-time hiking dreams, and the area from the 33 cave, but I can't remember the details.

At one point, I almost seem to be getting close to Diane (God have mercy!) while Fornell may be hitting it off with Anne. Soon, Gibbs is about to split off from us and climb into a helicopter to go undercover somewhere, and we're all kind of worried about it, He is really going to be in danger on this one. Fornell and I end up on the Haunted Mansion, where he is reacting to all the ghosts and things popping up at us, and is close to shooting audio animatronic figures. I know them all, and can ignore them, which means I can spot the real criminals who are coming for us in the ride. I manage to escape, but I think here is where they manage to kill Fornell.

Soon I have just left my elementary school, and I am a little kid being chased by bullies, instead of crooks. I am considering ducking into one of the houses that have the signs up that they are a safe-haven for bullies, but I fear that they have been infiltrated and compromised by the crooks we're trying to bring down, so I don't dare trust them. I just keep running down Crescent, heading for Hickory.

Soon I find myself in a large mansion that I've been in before in at least a couple of dreams, though I don't know if any of them were ever written down or entered on the computer. (One of them, a Runescape dream that turned live, and shifted to this location.) Perhaps not in the other dreams, but I think in this dream it is Chartwell ... at least, I think it is a house that Winston Churchill owned.

This is where Gibbs was working undercover, before he got killed. [Sorry!] I am now here undercover, trying to find what evidence he left here for us, and am dressed up as a butler. I am speaking with Diane, who is also undercover, but only as a tourist. We're in a large library that I think begins on the third floor, and has a domed ceiling going up above the fifth floor, very posh and fancy.

We're trying to figure out where Gibbs would have left any evidence or clues for us, and I find myself remembering a small, nondescript study from one of those previous dreams, hidden in the back on the ground floor where Churchill spent a lot of time, and thinking how Gibbs would have probably enjoyed using it. I'm trying to think of a method to get us in there without anyone seeing us, when one of the bad guys approaches Diane. Unfortunately, he has recognized her.

He plans to separate her from the crowd and dispose of her, and he thinks I am just the hired help, so he tries to send me away. Instead, I grab him and start to fight with him. The next bit is unclear, but I think he shoots me, and as I collapse to the ground, dead, the butler turns into Gibbs, while I am now Diane, and I break free and start running, looking for that little study.

Time passes, and soon I am myself, have visited the study, and have got the stuff Gibbs left for us, enough to put the crooks away. Now I just have to make it out alive, while knowing that my partners have been killed. Bit of a downer dream, while still very cool.

I burst out a small side door, and run for a gate, but there are crooks right behind me, and they'll set a dog on me, as well. I'm running down a steep hill to a tall gate which is probably locked, with crooks and dog behind me. The hill is so steep, and ends so close to the gate, I figure if I take a running jump, I can jump from the hill onto the top of the gate, bypassing it being locked. Unfortunately, the dog catches up to me.

I manage to grab its jaws, and am holding them shut kind of like you do with an alligator. I wrestle with it for a few seconds, then throw it to the ground by the gate, and jump. I do manage to land on the top of the gate, and quickly scramble down the other side, where I fall on my butt. I now only have two problems ... first the fence is a chain link fence with a very large mesh. A human couldn't squeeze through it, but the dog almost certainly can, and is in fact squeezing through it now. And secondly, more crooks are running through the fields (including one who looks just like Ducky, oddly enough), approaching me, so I am on the run again!

[I love NCIS, though I haven't watched all that much of it. I also haven't watched almost any of it in at least two or three years, which is why I am surprised that it seems to be the TV show that makes it into my dreams the most often. I would expect it to be Trek or Doctor Who or B5, but I think I've dreamed more of NCIS than any of them. Oddly, though, I watched a couple of episodes online last night, including one with Diane in it (don't think I have ever seen her before) and I am amazed at how quickly my dream weaved her into a story, since it usually takes my dreams about two weeks to catch up with things from real life.]

12-03-2012 -- [Hope this works out. This was a very long, interesting dream, and I made very short, abbreviated notes on it, and am almost a month late in entering it in, so depending on how well the memory works, a lot of this could be missing. Sigh.]

I'm on Hickory, just a house away from the end of the block, down by Crescent, and find Cheryl there, ranting and raving and yelling at her kids. They are piling into her van to drive somewhere, and I sure don't want to get in any sort of fight, so I just walk down the block to my house.

About the time I get there, things change and shift, and I am outside a gas station, doing a mystery shop. Basic stuff, no big deal, but soon I find things have shifted again, and I am inside the Buena Park Mall. At this point I can't remember what was happening earlier in this part of the dream, but I know there were some Harry Potter characters around, and possibly some strange magical critters.

There are people (probably evil wizards) following me, and little bits of chasing through the mall, where I find myself doing a little bit of flying, but the ceiling is too low to get enough height to really stay out of the way. So I can't get away entirely, but it adds a little more dimension to the chase. I soon find myself in the Video Concepts store, right near May Company.

The evil wizards have been gathering, and there are more and more of them. We have to try and get out of the place, but how to get away when there are so many of them watching for us? Luna is here, and I am trying to get her free, too. And Patches, one of my landlord's dogs, is also running around. Part of the time, Luna Lovegood may even be turning into Lois Lane, though I am not sure.

Turns out there is a half-hidden secret exit to the place which leads into the multi-story hotel which now exists at the Buena Park Mall, and we fake toward one of the front doors, then dash to the hidden exit, which may be a sort of elevator. It leads up several floors to a hotel corridor, and we walk a few rooms down, and enter a room where Batman is waiting for us. There is a little bit of planning and making arrangements, then we crawl out through the window, out onto the penthouse roof, where we quickly find ourselves being chased again.

Somehow from the roof we are going up or down an escalator to a valet parking area (yeah, on the penthouse roof. I know it doesn't make much sense.) I have a note about some sort of escalator gag which was tremendously humorous and funny at the time, and may have involved Batman trying to hold a kid who disappeared, and me getting accidentally kissed by a beautiful woman. It was a really great gag, unfortunately now I can't remember how it went. I hate myself for not getting this entered earlier.

Anyway, Batman is getting the Batmobile, while I am flying, and somebody is rolling around on roller skates. There is something about a Siamese twin, except it is Siamese twin Siamese cats, with a loud, obnoxious howl. Batman comes driving up in the car, and I just fly above it as he drives away from the hotel.

[This would have been so much better if I had managed to get to it promptly!]

12-11-2012 (or so) -- I am at a hotel, somewhere, and am riding up and down various escalators. There are some thugs who are after me, and I see them a few yards away on another escalator. They see me, too, and start to try running down the escalator to chase me. So I kind of slide down like you might on the divider between escalators, except I am kind of hovering over the step portion, sliding down, instead. The thugs really have to hurry to have even a chance of keeping up.

So I reach the ground and start running, hoping to get away while the thugs are still trying to get off the escalator, but they are soon on my tail again. It feels like they are from a TV show, but I just can't manage to remember which one. They manage to catch up with me after a bit, and I have to fight with them. I am holding my own, but there is no clear winner or loser. There is another person being attacked, and it is Peter Petrelli from Heroes, but he doesn't seem to have any sort of powers.

I break away and run off somewhere where I can grab somebody's computer to try and look these guys up on a show guide, and find out who they are. I am thinking they are from a TV show where the title is a girl's name, but I am convince I am wrong ... turns out I have it exactly right, though. (Can't remember what the name of the show would be, however.)

Soon I am on the run again, and there is lots of running, chasing, and bad stunt car driving. It is quite a significant chase, but I eventually end up out in the middle of nowhere, in a deserted area where one of the good guys seems to almost be building a baseball stadium. (Shades of Field of Dreams!) I think it is Dave D. He seems to kind of be recreating a team that went bankrupt a few years ago or something, and he's asked for my help. I don't think I can play very well, but maybe helping more on the managing aspect?

There's a referee who is really badgering me about a backstop that is missing the wire mesh to contain pop flies, and we are trying to explain to him that the mesh will be in place by game time, and there is no reason we shouldn't be able to practice, in the meantime. After that, Dave is sending me to a locked restroom, where I am supposed to control a very, very drunk past star who may very well make or break the team.

I am supposed to get him interested in playing again, in uniform, and on the ball field, while he is far more interested in finding more to drink, womanizing, and possibly avoiding aliens that I think are trying to kidnap him, though unfortunately I didn't remember to note anything about that part. Very strange!

12-24-2012 -- [Very cool dream, but a lot of running through passageways chasing stuff in a way that there aren't as many details to post as one might like. So a long, great dream that might not make as great a long dream post.]

Starts as almost a kind of live video game, where I seem to be wandering through a park-like area with a bunch of people I know (not friends, not enemies, just acquaintances). There are enough trees that there is a slight wooded feel, but nothing like forest. There are lots of colorful things flying around. The closest I can come is kind of a cross from a snitch from Harry Potter and Impetuous Implings from Runescape. These things come in a variety of bright colors, and look like the little flying imps, but they almost vanish from sight, move 'wicked fast' and make the slight tinging sound of a snitch in the HP movies.

Anyway, we're grabbing for these things, and they're dodging us. There are almost sort of paths through the woods, and I am taking a path further south, while many others are taking paths that are more north, except one other person that is following me south. It is sort of like a competition, and each of us is trying to be the one to grab more of the things. It is slightly messy and gross because we swat them and splat them, and get bits of bug guts all over our hands, but it is certainly kind of fun.

In another comparison to Runescape, the dream seems to slightly merge in strange rocks, as I think there are 15 varieties, and we have to catch two of each of them. But as we keep moving further west on the south path, the wood is soon morphing into a set of hallways in a large building, with hints of a layout kind of like a school, with rows of classrooms separated by narrow hallways, except the entire thing is completely enclosed. There are also hints of many of my old dreams that involve chasing through or hiding in a building, with hints of laboratory to it.

There's lots of running around, chasing these little things, jumping, diving, and generally doing all kinds of stunts to manage to grab each one before the other person does, and it is long, and very fun, but not detailed enough to write about, on a moment-by-moment basis. But it took a while, and was a lot of fun.

Slowly things continue to morph, until the building is becoming more a giant department store, with us running through different departments, and dodging between tall aisles of shelving and clothing racks and the like, again, similar to many chase dreams I've had in like settings, but fun. About this time, there is the first hint of personal flight, though it isn't too big of a deal, and doesn't claim too much of my attention, yet.

We've been moving more toward the east end of the store, but now we turn around, and are heading more west again. The competition is getting less and less friendly, and there is more and more slight hints of me being chased, rather than imps, but it still is fairly friendly. The store aisles are turning more into warehouse aisles, with racks of pallets stretching higher and higher, and the people chasing me becoming more and more military, as the dream begins to feel more and more like a specific warehouse dream I had lately that I will have to track down and try to link to. About this time I think I also run into a large fire-breathing (but flightless) dragon, which I have to dodge around.

So I am heading back to the west side of the warehouse again, and they seem to be closing it down for the day, as all the lights are off, and it is getting more and more dark. They are still running forklifts, however, and they have lights on them so they can see where they are going, as they approach the trucks for unloading.

At this point, I hear Abby Sciuto (from NCIS) calling out to me, and she is kind of hitching a ride on me, somehow half climbing on me, half just attaching herself to me. She thinks I have a forklift, and in the darkness, doesn't realize I'm just kind of half-flying, half-hovering around. But she is calling out to Gibbs and laughing and enjoying herself as I quickly swing through the area and around all the others, before heading back on the path toward the East, lighted end of the warehouse again.

As I reach the other side, I find myself kind of face to face with what seems to be Captain Hook, and he is threatening me. I say something back, which outrages and threatens him, and I am almost sure it is a movie quote, though I can't remember what it was. But anyway, he is challenging me to a fight which will involve flying and sword fighting (very Peter Pan), but it seems to be kind of a play, because he is climbing into a theatrical sort of flight harness, and they are bringing one over in my direction, as well. Need I say they are very shocked when I don't bother waiting, and just begin to fly on my own.

But the dream adapts quickly, and they are still bringing the harness to me, but it is quickly turning into more of a chain, and they are trying to chain me down, or perhaps chain me to the Captain Hook character, who is growing taller and taller by the moment, and is turning into more of a Galactus type of figure. I am dodging the guy with the harness, having my usual problem of him managing to just barely stay in reach, making it difficult to get away.

I finally do manage to break free, and since the Galactus character is now big enough that I have no chance of facing him head-on, I fly back into the warehouse to try and hide from him. Except the building has now turned into a fancy looking office building lined in nice red slate-like tiles, and I am dodging behind pillars and through large bathrooms, trying to gain distance and escape deeper in the building.

I suddenly have a premonition, and know what he's going to do, just before he does it, so I am not terribly shocked when he rips the entire building out of the ground and starts to twist it this way and that, and shake it, so he can manage to shake me out onto the ground where he can stomp on me.

[I know the last part sounds horrible, but the whole thing was neat, and a heck of a lot of fun!]

Mid December 2011 -- [This is one of the most involved, interesting dreams I have ever had. At the time I dreamed this, I didn't even want to post it for fear of somebody else stealing the idea ... but I have since had to admit to myself that it is too close to and too inspired by the Doctor Who enemy 'The Silence' that I couldn't really do anything with it, anyway. Just time to share and enjoy, and never mind other possible uses.]

I wake in a bed, and I have no idea where I am, or how I got here. I am just starting to turn a bit in the bed and .... I wake in a bed, and I have no idea where I am, or how I got here, I just .... I wake in my bed, and start to try and get up. Everything feels really weird, and stuff seems to kind of blend together. I can very slightly remember that I seem to keep waking up, and yet I don't. Odd. I stumble outside, and I am very nervous. I just feel like everyone is out to get me, very, very paranoid. I am on Alandale, just walking. Suddenly I am in the middle of a sprinkler. It has been running for a while and I am soaked, but I didn't walk into it ... did I? I look at the sprinkler, and there are weird time dilation effects going on. The water seems to almost freeze in place, drops moving incredibly slowly through the air, then they just jump several inches in an instant. My head hurts.

There are some people here that are trying to help me out from under the sprinkler, but there are others who just seem to be trying to distract me. Somebody is driving like an idiot, almost hitting people, but then he's just suddenly not there. It's really starting to feel like somebody is messing with my memory, but ....

I wake in a bed in a hospital. I have no idea where I am or what has been going on, except in the very back of my mind, I have almost this bare memory of what seems like a dream, involving waking or not waking and sprinklers and .... For some reason I trust nobody and nothing, and it all seems so strange. I'm very paranoid. For some reason my hospital room looks extremely like my mom and dad's room from the Hickory house, except there seems to be a chair upholstered in in blue velvet that doesn't belong there. I start to run through the house, knowing something is chasing me.

I wake in a hospital. I have no idea where I am or what is going on, except these strange, dream-like memories, this headache, and this sense that everybody is out to get me. I start to try and run through the hospital, except there are tables or walls where I could swear there should be doors and things. Rooms that I could remember having certain types of equipment or uses are being used for completely different uses, and are filled with different equipment. It is incredibly disorienting.

I am being chased by doctors with needles, and I know they don't mean well, whatever they claim. All the things that have changed, they are just trying to fool me, make me question my own mind, buy into whatever it is they are trying to do to me. I slam into a door that they thought was locked, and burst into what appears to be a large garden-like area (actually it seems to be the Moran back yard, but in the dream, it isn't.) Men and dogs come chasing out of the hospital after me.

Something about the chemicals they have been pumping into me, and the way I have managed to mostly fight off the effects of them scares the dogs a little, which causes them to hang back just enough that I am able to climb over the first of the fences and start to make a bit of a get-away. I find myself right by a tiny harbor, where a small ship is just setting out to sea, and I quickly clamber on board and start to relax, just a tiny bit.

Moment by moment, the ship is changing into an army-style truck (the kind soldiers are transported in, almost like a truck version of a covered wagon?) and soon we are being attacked by another, similar truck. There are men climbing on the sides of our truck trying to get to us, and I am trying to keep myself ready to fight, but I keep finding myself trying to fall asleep, and suddenly jerking awake.

One time I jerk awake, I find myself in a large warehouse-like building with a bunch of others, surrounded by a lot of toughs who look much like pirates. None of us has any idea where we are, or how we got here, except I have these vague memories that are getting stronger by the moment. Suddenly we're surrounded by what appear to be historic Red Coats. There's a big fight, and I am knocked to the ground, then several others fall on top of me. Everybody seems to assume something has gone horribly wrong and I am left for dead. One Red Coat finds I am alive, and is about to call for others, when suddenly he is attacked.

I sneak into a darker part of the warehouse where the fighting hasn't spread, and I am skulking around, hiding in the dark. I'm kind of half-watching myself from outside myself, as I climb some fencing and find a sort of 'cage' filled with more valuable equipment. I climb on top of it, and curl up for a little nap. Somehow as I start to wake up, I have completely lost myself, and I have to kind of look around this huge warehouse until I spot myself. I shake myself awake, and glance around. I spot an exit which a couple of people are carrying supplies in and out of, and it is pretty close.

I pick up a large crate of some sort and just walk out the door, and everybody assumes I belong. I find myself in a sort of a stable yard. I set the crate down near a gate, and just keep walking, out of this weird, historical setting, and into the modern world.