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    1. Shopping the Four Close Gas Stations, Run into Tennent/Sanderson

      by , 06-13-2017 at 07:16 PM
      12-28-2016 -- Am out doing gas station mystery shops in an area down near Miami that doesn't correspond to any real locations, but that I have dreamt about several other times, in the last few years. This is a sort of blend of the four stations behind each other, and a more spread out area of shops that I have dreamed about. Anyway, I have reached the station (the first of this trip), and am considering what order to do the shop in. For some reason, I am considering doing some of the picture taking before doing the actual mystery shop portion, but I have to remind myself that would be bad.

      So I am in the outside portion where they always have tons of signs around, and I am amazed to see that this time they don't have a lot of signs, and I am thinking maybe they will get a good score, this time. But then I notice all the litter on the ground, and am thinking, maybe not. The manager comes around, sweeping things up and glaring at me, and I move inside. The counter is very long, and has an L-bend to it, so that it takes up half the store, and the employee makes a suggestion of a possible purchase, and I say no thanks, which causes the manager to start yelling at me that if the CSR suggests a purchase, I am supposed to accept it, when there is no such requirement.

      I move back outside, and am trying to line up my pictures, showing the limited signage and the lots of litter, when I see someone walking out of a tube station, and I glance at them unbelievingly for a minute, then realize I recognize them. The actual image that I am looking at is David Tennant, but who it is supposed to be is Brandon Sanderson. I'm talking to him for a few seconds, and try to let him know how much I continue to enjoy his books, and he is asking what I am doing, so I briefly explain the mystery shopping thing, then he wanders off to whatever it is he is here to do.

      I go back to trying to take pictures, but the manager is making an ever larger fuss, and there are a couple of punks hanging around who seem to be trying to steal my equipment. I've had enough of this shop, and am trying to pack my stuff (seemingly several still and video cameras) into my backpack, but in the process I leave my printer sitting there for a few extra seconds, and they try to run off with it, so I have to argue and wrestle a little bit to get it back.

      I am just zipping it into my backpack, and planning how to avoid having anything more to do with the punks, when I spot Tennant/Sanderson walking away, and chase after him, down into a bit of a subway station, just to try and talk a little more. I am asking if I am correct in thinking this is a regular area for him, and mentioning that I thought I'd seen him here three months ago when doing the shop, but couldn't believe it. I also mention having read the three books kind of offered on his web site, but not (at the time) published.
    2. The Bird Whistle and Swimming with the Stars

      by , 09-15-2012 at 06:41 PM
      09-04-12 -- I noted there was something about Railroad Tycoon bits in the dream, but I don't see anything in my notes to say what. I am on Hickory Drive, and am doing weird bird calls down near the end of the block. No idea why, but I am. The ground is shifting under my feet, and for some reason a couple of times birds have flown up my pants, which are very loose. Strange. Very strange.

      I end up on the phone talking to Pat Q., and as we talk I find she is there with me and we are grabbing a bite of lunch. We're at some sort of snack stand and Pat has turned into Carolyn S. I'm trying to tell her about the weird bird calling bits, but she doesn't want to listen. I am given a bird whistle, but I can't seem to make it work, because it is slightly torn. I try even harder, starts to work very poorly.

      The guy working at the snack stand in kind of insulted, though I try to compliment him on his stand. Carolyn has turned into an unidentified brunette movie star, and we're swimming in a swimming pool. They are trying to close the pool, but she refuses to get out of it. She is starting to come on to me, and wants us both to play with the shark cage that is in the water. As long as she wants me to, I'll swim with her.

      The people trying to clear the pool remind me of my cancer [I have never had cancer], tell me she has had it too, and blame me for putting her in danger. They start to drain the pool while we are under the shark cage (which is also partly a giant mat), tipping it this way and that over our heads. They are trying to throw buckets of mud on us or worse, but we mostly manage to avoid them. I am near one guy and gal who are making comments, and I try to be nice to them, but I am still not getting out.

      Another one starts to tell me that she hears the movie star left 15 minutes ago, and was being very smarmy about it. I start checking around the pool and find I am now alone, the sole one in trouble, and am starting to get quite ticked at the star. I get out and apologize to the staff for making it take longer than it had to, and leave.
    3. No Privacy, the Willie Gag, and the Magic Convention

      by , 08-02-2012 at 03:28 PM
      08-02-2012 -- Its late at night, and I am in a room on the third floor of a beat-up, worn house. There may have been lots of interesting things getting me here, and involving people and chases and stuff ... I have the barest hints of such in my mind. Unfortunately, if there are, I can't remember them, though details are pretty good from this point on. I'm kind of tired, and am thinking of sleeping, perhaps after just a tiny bit of 'private time' to aid in sleeping. Unfortunately the door to the room won't lock, or even properly latch. There are some guys out in the halls who seem to be playing football or something, and they keep bumping the door and knocking it open.

      I go out and try to talk to them about it, and one of them (who makes me think of Ogre from Revenge of the Nerds) points out there is a note from the landlord on the door saying it is never to be completely shut because it would be a fire hazard. By this time the door has vanished, and it is now a bit of a mattress that has been leaned against the door, instead. I am trying to find a way to position it so it will leave a gap of several inches at the very top, where it will still allow some privacy, rather than at the side. Just can't get it to stay that way.

      Suddenly my third floor room is very rickety, and the only access is an unstable staircase which seems to be turning into an even more unstable ladder. As the football players wander a few feet, a blonde who I think is Billie Piper has come over to speak to me for a few minutes, then wants to get back to the ground floor. She is afraid to try the ladder, however, so has put on a climbing harness is is going to kind of scale her way down, except I have to use a rope/bungie sort of contraption to lower her down, as well. She's scared, and things aren't working too well at first, but I release some of the tension, and soon have her at a point where she only has to drop about a foot to the ground on the outside of the house. This has also lowered me to the ground on the inside of the house.

      I head out a door where the football players are, and I find myself in a mall. It is still the middle of the night, mall has long been closed, and we are the mall security. [Possibly inspired by a conversation with somebody working mall security on here last night before I went to bed.] There are several people wandering around when they shouldn't be, and we start to try and run them out. I take a minute to walk in a restroom, turn on a light, and relieve myself. For some reason I am about a foot long. I'm thinking that is kind of cool, but as I fasten my pants I am now perhaps four feet long, the end of myself trailing out my trousers on the ground, and with a faucet on the end of it. It is some sort of joke item, and as I come out of the restroom like that, and we're walking back toward the house, the football players are joking about it.

      As we walk along, the site has kind of turned to Indiana Wesleyan University, where the FCM convention is going on. This is a magic convention I have attended a few times in the past, and I believe it is going on this week in real life. Anyway, as I am walking along, one of the other guys has picked up my egg vase and is looking at it, and discovers the secret to it and is waving it around. I grab it from him and am trying to get him to stop ... does my act no good at all! Strange little dream.
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