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11-04-2013 -- Earliest bit I can remember seems to involve playing some kind of live action computer game, perhaps on a sort of college campus somewhere ... but that is all I can remember. Eventually I find myself at a sort of supermarket or something, doing some shopping. I seem to have a coupon for a free package of premium hot dogs or some such. I see another person in another line with the same coupon, and they honor it, but when they ring me up, and I hand them the coupon, they tell me it is too late, and maybe I should come back tomorrow and try to use it. So I come back the next day and get in line with my shopping again, but the coupon doesn't want to ring up, and when I try to get out of the line to talk to a manager, I find myself trapped in an odd sort of turnstile, which I have to break to manage to get out.

When I speak to the manager, he tells me they have decided not to honor the coupon, so they are going to be charging me for the premium hot dogs. Oh, and by the way, they are also going to charge me for the turnstile I broke. They ask me to step aside and wait, and then they call the cops, who are going to arrest me ... how dare I try to purchase premium hot dogs with food stamps! I am getting rather mad at this point, and point out that with the coupon they would have been free, and even without, the price is the same as several other brands, just better quality. I also point out that they accepted the same coupon from somebody else five minutes before I presented one, and say I am going to sue them for discrimination. I'm really getting ticked.

It turns out I work for an orphanage, and am helping to buy food to feed all the kids, and as the cops are trying to arrest me, and checking into the whole case, they start to interview some of the kids to find out how and what they have been eating. They discover the kids have been eating well-balanced meals, and the orphanage has either 20 days worth of food stored up, or maybe 200 days (whichever, in the dream it seems a very reasonable amount). Somehow (no idea how), this leads to me visiting the kindergarten building at Walt Disney Elementary, late at night. Then I suddenly find myself at Peter Marshall's kindergarten area, meeting Ms. Yamamoto and talking about Ms. Onstott, all only possible because of a very late class.

Giles and the Scoobie gang are around as I run into Steve K at a bus stop. He's just left college to go start a job in Iowa, and he doesn't seem to be happy. I say it must either be his dream job (he shakes his head no) or a death in the family, and he is being forced to take whatever he can get (sad nod.) I understand. Steve goes to drink from a water fountain, and I reach for another one, turn it on, but plug the end, to increase the water pressure for him. Water suddenly starts to spray from my hand. At first I think it is too much pressure in the fountain, but as I move away from it I find the water is spraying out of my hand, itself.

The scene is changing to the dream cave system from many past dreams that seems to be a cross between Tom Sawyer's Island, hints of the Brookhurst Moon Park, and Mammoth Cave, with hidden passages, and collapsing passages that may be too dangerous to explore. Meanwhile I am still trying to figure out why I have water coming out of my hand. A very angry Penn Gillette shows up, stomping around and explaining it is our anger that causes water to shoot out of our arms, spraying his own high-pressure stream about, and pointing out to me a slight stairway into a small crevice that is supposed to turn it off. Problem is, I climb down into the crevice, but I am still spraying water out of my arms. So I decide to turn a negative into a positive, and am trying to figure out how to use the water to put out a fire, generate steam, and convert it into energy to sell for a large profit, all while directing my water spray to soak the Scoobies (who are still wandering around) and Mister T, who seems to be driving a taxi. Funny.

01-25-2013 -- [Have no idea what this was about, but since there was nothing graphic about it, I am posting it anyway.] Somehow I am at the Hickory house, back a couple of decades ago, and I am somehow watching a porno film that was filmed, in broad daylight, in the front yards at Vinnie's house and Robby's house, and I am wondering how this happened with none of us knowing about it and freaking out about it. Then somehow things shift, and they are filming it now, and I am trying to get together with the females, but just to talk, not why you would expect. Weird.

Then I soon find myself out driving a small vehicle (think along the lines of a golf cart or something) down a slightly winding sort of paved path like a sidewalk leading through a park or something, while I can hear sirens in the distance, coming from the main road. I continue along the winding path but soon flashing red and blue lights are getting closer and closer in my rear-view mirror. I pull my golf cart off to the side of the path, and hope I am not in trouble.

The cops stop in another golf cart, but one that is made to look like a police car, and they ask me about a suspect they are pursuing. I don't recognize their description of a very short-haired female, and they don't seem to believe me, but they continue on their way in pursuit of her, anyway, and I then pull back onto the path, and continue, as well.

Eventually I reach my destination, which seems to be almost a sort of small bank, or perhaps store. I have gone in and done what I needed to do, and as I turn to leave, I spot a woman two people behind me in line who looks very much like the woman the cops described to me, and I figure I will call them as soon as I get outside, and let them know that she might be here.

But as I reach the door, I find the cop starting to open it. I nod my head at the woman in line, and kind of roll my eyes questioningly, and he nods. It is who they are looking for. So I head out the door, and he heads in. As I am walking down the block, I find myself really staring at the police cars because they have some odd sort of warning on them about a killer axe or something. The cops are glaring at me for looking, like they think I have too much interest or something, but I'm just trying to figure out what it is about.

I think I find myself in Europe, driving around a bit with perhaps Jeff G, who is driving really badly, and soon we end up at a sort of a cross between a really old cathedral or monastery, and a museum, where the whole axe murder thing took place. Somehow there is a model of the monastery inside a glass case, and I am lifting up the glass case the peer really closely at the model, while the curator glares at me.

He really doesn't like me, and is glaring at me something fierce, while I notice he is missing his nose, and looks slightly like the Spinx, while there are signs around the placing asking people not to ask about his nose or something. I gently set down the glass case and tell him I was just studying it, and I didn't (and wasn't) going to touch it. I also say I wasn't going to ask about his nose, gesturing at one of the signs, while everybody else around chuckles. He glares at me, and gestures for me to get out, so I leave.

A little more driving, and then maybe a little bit of a street crossing, and I find myself, still somewhere in Europe, meeting with some thugs about some possibly hot computer equipment, and I and one of the thugs are talking back and forth about some sort of circuit board with an 'avocado' connection. And the boss, who has never heard about this, is demanding to know what it is.

I am explaining that an 'avocado' connection is a board that is manufactured out of such weak and poor material, it is like trying to force a thin slice of avocado into the slot on the circuit board without it breaking.

01-22-2013 -- I find myself standing in the side yard at the Hickory house, between the garage and the neighbor's garage at the Conrad place. Somehow there is a very sort of haunted house kind of feel, with monsters running around the side yard and the Conrads' house, and I am trying to save people. There are hideous creature-style monsters, and a Michael Myers-style serial killer both to contend with, while I run back and forth, trying to keep myself well and help others. It is very long, and involved, with lots of chasing and the like, but the details don't come through, so it seems like a much shorter bit when written down. Maybe slight hints of a tie-in to the spooky park scenario in roller coaster tycoon which I was playing a day or two ago.

So soon I walk into the Hickory house through the side garage door, and I am feeling kind of hungry, so I am thinking about preparing some food, but instead I just walk into my second bedroom, thinking about relaxing. Hard to do, though, as the room is an absolute mess. The desk is covered with dozens and dozens of pieces of silverware that have been sitting around for weeks, encrusted in dust and old, dried food. I start gathering maybe fifteen pieces at a time, and carrying them to the kitchen sink to soak.

Oddly, though my second bedroom has a door opening right on to the kitchen, in this dream it is never used, and every time I exit the bedroom and walk to the kitchen, it is through the other door, walking through the living room and dining room each and every time. When I reach the kitchen and try to add the silverware to the sink, it is so full that it causes the water to start to overflow, so I quickly remove the drain plug so some of the water can drain out.

Somehow at the same time I am gathering more of the silverware to take to the sink, there are also silver push pins holding letters on to a sewing project sitting on the love seat, and I seem to be removing the pins, and some of them are falling on the carpet, where I am afraid I will step on them and hurt my feet. But I continue to remove the silverware from my room in large handfuls.

Meanwhile, there is a young couple sitting in the living room making some sort of comments about there not being enough silverware in the house, and as I am placing ever more of it to soak in the sink, and going back for more, I am hinting they might want to try and wash some of it. I wander back to my room. The desk is finally silverware-free, but I find I am still finding more and more silverware on the floor in old, empty frozen food containers lying around the floor, and I keep gathering it up.

But soon I find myself out driving somewhere in Europe. It might be England, but it might not be. There is a sort of speed bump that has been laid in the road, but instead of stretching horizontally across the road, it is running vertically, maybe a foot from the curb, and it seems to be causing all kinds of drivers problems, as they keep getting too close and running up on it. It isn't causing me all that much trouble, though. I just stay a little further to the left in the lane, and I'm fine.

There are some police here that seem to be writing tickets for some people, and just helping others out, and I ask why they seem to be having so much trouble with this. The cop explains the speed bump is very new, and people just aren't used to it, yet. He tells me that I really ought to speak to the people at Prudential Insurance about it, and point me at a building. They tell me the company is located on the 8th floor, but the building only looks like it is four floors tall.

I walk inside, and find the building has four floors above ground, and maybe 16 or so underground, and so the floor labeled as 8 is actually something like 12 floors underground or something. I'm trying to work out the math in my head, but we forget to press any of the buttons, and end up on what is probably the wrong floor, perhaps either seven or nine. My friend (who is turning into Kevin B.) thinks we have the right floor, and I am almost sure we don't, but I walk off to check.

Nope. Different company, entirely. We have to go one more floor. Kevin was supposed to hold the elevator, but he stepped off it, so actually we now need to wait for it again, so we can get the final floor we need. Soon it comes, and we step back on and push the button.

So the elevator opens again, and I find myself walking into a sort of lounge or bar, and I find that the Claim Jumpers Band from Preston's is about to play. Trapper John is trading some quips with people, and as is often the case, he seems to be kind of negative about it. Somehow he ends up quipping with Kevin B. who is with me, and he ends up annoying Kevin, who bends down and opens up a case, and pulls out his trombone. He is annoyed enough that he is going to play along with the band, hoping to annoy John.

Meanwhile, the Preston's band just finished playing one of the introductory bits that the Good Time Band at Rosie's actually used to play, and a slightly hippie-looking guy is walking away from John, who announces "we have a request to play a song that goes kind of like bum, bum bum, bum bum, bum bum. Hey, we know a song that kind of starts bum, bum bum, bum bum, bum bum!" And they launch into Old Time Rock and Roll. Kevin hears the first few notes, recognizes the song, and promptly fits an odd sort of attachment onto his trombone that lets it power a set of bag pipes, and starts to play along. Very strange.

There's somebody passing around some advertising flyers, and they are annoying me, so I just crumple mine up to toss it away, but it makes a huge amount of noise, drawing attention to me. Meanwhile, Kevin has stopped playing, and is just sort of wandering around, kind of distracted. But when I ask him, he says he is fine. Meanwhile, I find myself remembering a Victor story that I got a good five or six chapters into (in another dream, I think), and wondering why I haven't found the time and energy to finish writing it yet. About this time, I wake up.

01-15-2013 -- [My first day of using 5-HTP, and though my dreams seemed kind of vivid, they also seemed kind of short. And for some reason, I could not be bothered writing them down in great detail. I had two dreams, and this is the sum total of what I wrote down: Ziva, NCIS, and wrestlers at the BPM. Tom Drick, Betty White, and clowns at new church by Winn Dixie. Let's see how well I can expand this, a couple of days later.]

I was at the Buena Park Mall, on the east side near La Palma, half in and half out of the mall. I know I was watching some wrestling, and there were some good matches with some tough wrestlers, and yet they seem to be older matches from back in the 90s, even though I am watching them live.

Somehow, one of the wrestlers is Ziva, from NCIS, and I think she is working undercover, as am I. I think we are talking to some of the wrestlers like Brutus Beefcake and Rick Rude, and trying to figure out who are the faces and who are the heels at this point in time. Oddly enough, Ziva is pregnant at the time. Odd stuff.

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01-15-2013 -- I find myself at a new Church located across the street from Winn Dixie on Orange Blossom Trail. Tom Drick is leading worship, and it isn't in place of Pine Castle UMC or Tarpon Springs UMC, but in addition to both the others. It seems he is turning into a work-a-holic, and is now leading worship at all three churches, simu;taneously.

So we're in this church, and Tom is leading songs, and Betty White seems to be speaking, and is somehow talking about working as a clown back in her early days, while Tom is running out the door, heading for one of his other services at one of the other churches. Familiar people (but nobody I can specifically identify) are running around, discussing things, and I'm just kind of relaxing.

Eventually things calm down and the service seems to be ending, and I find myself out in the parking lot. Betty White may be on a Segway, and seems to be getting ready to leave, and I think her for joining us, and what she had to say, and am trying to ask about her time as a clown, and she indicates that she was never a clown, though she may have played one on TV, and it is all very strange.

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01-14-2013 -- [Since these are short dream fragments, I'm lumping them all together in this post.] Can't remember anything earlier, but I find myself at a dry cleaners, where I need to get some clothes cleaned or fixed, or even get some new clothes. A lot of the clothes seem to be western garb, and some of it is kind of wild looking. Also maybe hints of a security uniform, though not much.

The guy who is supposed to be cleaning the stuff is also giving me advice on what might be good clothes to wear, and is telling me I should get some more fabric, and he will make some more clothes that might go well with what I am already planning to wear.

Somehow I find myself with my dad in his truck, and he is driving me to a fabric store. We're in Buena Park on Crescent, and we're just north of the nursery, and he is driving on the wrong side of the street, because he just plans to dash past the nursery and pull into the driveway at the crossing guards' house, which is where the fabric store is supposed to be, and it is a pretty short distance.

Unfortunately, there is a cop right at La Reina, so we've got sirens after us as we turn in at the house. It turns out to be a bank, and we've gone inside, and dad is pretending to be drunk and falling asleep (how this would get him in less trouble I don't know), but somehow it allows him to knock out the cop.

So we're back on the road, just going a block further, to where we find ourselves in another bank. Dad is now really drunk, and Melody is here, taking care of him. More cops come in, and they are now grabbing me and dragging me out to his truck, even though I am a little kid, far too young to drive, as dad is passed out on the table.

They lead me to the and are badgering me about how I am too young to drive and how dare I drive, and being very rude, while I haven't driven at all, and am starting to get very angry with them, and am about to start yelling at them, before just flying away in disgust.

10-10-2012 -- I think I am out somewhere on Disney property, perhaps around the general Pleasure Island area. I am being driven around in my new white car by Chris Bean, whose driving, unfortunately, has not improved. Within a mile or two, there is a car stopped in front of us that he hasn't noticed until too late, and he suddenly slams on the brakes. The car spins out like it was on snow in Omaha with no tread, (uncontrollable O-turn) then with a horrid crunch, the back of my car slams into the other car, doing great damage to both of them.

Chris screams "Run!" and we both burst out of the car and run off. We seem to be in a downtown area that seems very familiar, and I think I remember it from other dreams. It might be London, it might not. Anyway, we are running three or four blocks to where I think I might have another car. The car Chris just crashed was an off-white, slightly bulky station wagon.

Suddenly I find myself inside the Magic Kingdom, no idea why. I am on Main Street, kind of browsing the shops, and it seems a show has just gotten out, and I see some performers I know from the Adventurers Club walking past. One is Phil Card, another looks familiar, and might be the English Hathaway. Suddenly they are even dressed in Club costumes, though they weren't a minute ago. There are two female performers, but they aren't in Club costumes, and I don't recognize them. One is a white blonde who is really small, even smaller than the redheaded performer whose name I don't remember at the moment. The other is a big black woman who I think I know from TV, but in the dream I just can't place. In real life, it might have been Roz from Night Court.

I seem to be being followed by a couple of people who are trying to get me to do a balloon gig, but are warning me they can't pay me enough. On the other hand, they are telling me they are going to pay me twice for the same job, since there are two guests of honor, and since the two payments add up to about $120, I'm quite happy with that for a two hour gig. Problem is, they want to keep talking about it, and are going on and on, so I eventually duck into the tobacco shop on Main Street just to escape.

They follow me, but they turn into Joel and Cheyanne, a friend, and a couple of their kids. I am trying to avoid them, they are trying to catch up with me, and Joel is stumbling around because he is blocking his face with his hands. It seems the old tobacco ads in the store have too attractive of women on them. Joel has somehow gotten addicted to pornography, but is trying to fight the addiction off, so he refuses to see the posters.

I sneak off, going up and down the escalators that sure don't belong on an old-time Main Street, and Joel & Chey give up and start to wander off. Moments later they have piled into a sedan, and are about to drive off when I show up to hitch a ride. Within a few moments the car turns into my old light green station wagon, which they now somehow own. They are driving me to a rental car place or something, but Joel can't drive, either, and is soon almost running down kids in a crosswalk. He fears he may have hit one, and we're soon out of the car and looking around.

We're now back in the downtown area from earlier that might be London, and Joel & Cheyanne quickly disappear. I am looking for two of my cars which I know should be somewhere close. I pass the pale green station wagon that Joel was just driving, but keep looking. Soon I come across the white car, but I remember that Chris Bean crashed it, and it is now a wreck. Actually the car I want is the one that I just walked by a few minutes ago. So I turn around and try to find my way back to the green station wagon.

I am walking down one street where some police suddenly burst into the street with a bloody looking woman who almost seems to be some sort of zombie. Unfortunately her head kind of explodes, and suddenly there are fumes in the air that seem to be releasing some horrible sort of plague that may kill off half the world population. I rush out of there, not wanting to be affected.

I run around a corner and see some more police, and am about to stop and ask them some questions, when I realize I know them. It is Horatio and his crew from CSI:Miami. But I realize that is a television show, so they must be filming an episode, and they certainly won't appreciate it if I walk into the scene asking questions. So I just keep looking for my car. I finally find it parked next to a curb around another corner.

I turn to look at something for just a moment, and when I look back, the car is moving, being towed away. I am horrified, and start running after it calling for the guy to wait. I catch up with him about 70 yards down the street, and beg him to give me my car back. He tells me I'll have to pay for it, and I am scared I won't have the money since I'm broke and unemployed, but he tells me he needs $5 to release it, and when I look in my pocket I have a $50 bill. So he lets me have my car.

It is filled with tons of my stuff, and I am kind of glancing through it, but I climb in and prepare to drive off. I want to go back the way I came, but behind me there is some sort of parade going on, with tons of black people. So I have to go forward, instead. I turn off on a small street, figuring I will wait for them to pass, then go back, but they follow me, so I still have to keep going in a different direction than I want.