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01-06-2014 -- Playing a game that seems to be a cross between Runescape and Realmz. Somehow I have just rolled up a new character, and am doing some farming (planting herbs or plants) and fighting in a graveyard that feels like it is in Morytania. I am mostly fighting off small and weak skeletons one or two at a time, and they are not strong enough to be a real danger to me, but I stumble into a fight which has five or six of the skeletons and a thing that looks like one of the grim reaper figures from Gauntlet. My characters are so small and weak at this point that one touch kills us, and we respawn at a little space not too far away. I find myself hoping we go up a level soon so I can choose one of the 'affects all enemies' spells for my magic users to help with battles like the one I just lost.

Anyway, I do a little more farming and dodging ghosts, and also start to gear up in some of the random armor drops I earned, just to give my character(s) a little more chance to resist, before returning to the graveyard and starting to fight. The individual skeletons are still no danger to me, and this time when I trigger the larger fight, the battle between me and the boss figure is a little less damaging, and throughout a long and dangerous fight I manage to hold my own. Though my hit points get down to almost nothing, I finally manage to kill him off, then start picking up tons of armor and trying to look through it.

Soon after, I somehow find myself moving along a modern street (probably in Fullerton ... at least that is what it looks like) riding a bike, and seeming to be trying to give Kevin B a ride. But I am getting a weird sense that something is going to be going wrong, and using the excuse that I am tired and need a break, I have stopped in this parking lot and am taking a breather. I don't know exactly what is going to go wrong, or even how I know, but I just have a sense that I need to waste some time. Kevin is urging me on, and I finally express what it is I am feeling, and he doesn't like it, but he allows me to waste a couple of minutes. We are in the parking lot of a place that has an outdoor pool (and probably an indoor pool too) that is probably a YMCA.

Eventually we continue on, and soon Kevin and I find ourselves at a sort of homeless shelter place, though very quickly Kevin fades out of the dream. Looking around, we find the homeless people who have come here for help are being mistreated, treated almost like slaves, given no food unless they follow evil and offensive orders, and almost none if they do. The rich guys who run the place are taking almost all the money that has been donated and using it for themselves, while spending a couple of pennies on the dollar to take care of the people they are abusing. I am getting madder and madder as I watch this, and decide to do something. I grab the guy who seems to be in charge and throw him out of the trailer, then start handing out three times the food they've been being given to the people waiting for help, hoping to improve things.

But it doesn't seem to help enough, and I quickly discover the guy I thought was in charge was only an underling. Turns out the real leader is still there, and seems to be pulling a gun and planning to kill me. Seems if I want to take care of this I need to do more than just toss one guy out of a trailer. I decide if I am going to do this, I am going to do it right, and I wave my hand and create a long, dark cloak around me, a scythe appears in my hand, and I turn half-transparent as I stalk the guy and back him into a corner. He pulls his gun on me, but I laugh and tell him that isn't going to do him any good. He fires twice, and the bullets disappear into me, but I don't even feel them. I grab the gun in his hand and wrestle with him until he is pointing the gun in his own face and force him to pull the trigger, but there is only a small click. I guess he used all the bullets.

So I try to break his arms and legs by giving them sharp jerks in directions they weren't made to go. But I guess he is double-jointed or something, because it does no good! Finally, I decide on less pleasant methods. On the table is a stack of razor blades, all wrapped in little cardboard sleeves, and I grab one, throw away the sleeve, pull the guy's head back by the hair, and draw the blade across his throat. He drops, limp, and I assume he is dead. I turn to help some of the others in the area with more food, then turn back to where I had just been, and find the guy sitting there, cuddling a slightly cute homeless looking girl. He didn't die, he fainted from fright. It seems I didn't use enough force, and though I drew a slight bit of blood from his throat, it was nowhere near enough to cut a major artery or pierce his throat and cause him to die.

The girl in his lap was originally one of the homeless he was supposed to be helping, but she decided to give herself to him completely, betraying all the others that needed help, to get more of it herself. She is sitting in his lap muttering about the horrible things she will help him do to all their victims which now seem to have turned against him. I stalk up to her angrily, but she can't see me. Only he can, unless I specifically will somebody else to see me. So I make myself visible, and warn her that her 'boyfriend' is now marked for death, and unless she wants to join him, she better get away now. Far away! She screams and runs off. I pick up the razor blade, planning for another, deeper sweep, to finish the job, but a bunch of black people come running into the room, searching for me. They know I am here, and are going to try and find me even though they can't see me. I don't know if they are trying to find me for a good purpose or a bad one, so I drop to the floor as they feel their way around the room, then just get up after they walk past me, and again start to walk toward to bad guy.

07-21-2013 -- I'm at Denny's, talking with BC on the phone, considering asking her about lunch, when this guy wants to know something. I look the information up on my phone by using some super secret phone number which connects me to the Library of Congress, who can give me the answer, or something wild like that. After that, I am back to BC, asking her about lunch. We are having a very odd conversation where, for some reason we are spouting gibberish back and forth at one another, and it is a very weird and funny conversation. The guy who wanted information can overhear us, and for some reason, he is very impressed with BC, and wants her to go out with a friend of his, and in the process, give something like a half hour long motivational speech.

I am considering asking her if she wants to do so, until he mentions that it is some sort of charity thing, and she would have to pay money each time she gave a speech, though he assures me it would only be $35, because he can get her a huge discount ... usually she would have to pay $85 each time. So I turn him down flat. Pay people to give a speech? Sure. Charge them to give one? Forget you! So I am trying to tell BC about the situation, using gibberish, baby talk and nonsense words, and she is using the same words, and we sound like a pair of idiots. It is hilarious. Meanwhile, she asks where I am, and though it is somewhere I have been a lot, I have no idea. I try to glance at the street sign, but the poles are bent and the sign is upside down, and I can't puzzle it out.

So since we are talking on a pair of video phones, I turn the phone around and film the mangled pole with the upside down sign to see if she can figure it out, and she walks right past me because it turns out she works in the law office next door, part time. So I continue with my story in person, and she soon says she wouldn't have had lunch with the person anyway, because he is crazy and a nutwad. It turns out she already knows him, and she knows he is who we are talking about because there he is with the guy who was trying to set her up with him, heading back into the restaurant.

Just as suddenly, we are now in the lawyer's office, up in Longwood or somewhere like that, where BC helps out by running errands, doing paperwork, and helping clients with odd requests. For some reason, we are still talking gibberish, even as I am roller skating on top of a concrete wall. I suddenly launch myself off, planning to land on a large cardboard box. I am surprised when it collapses under me (though I shouldn't be) and make a joke about needing to find a better quality of cardboard box. Meanwhile, BC suddenly has another friend with her, who seems to be a mixture of Pam's looks and Sybil's personality. She's even more crazy than we are.

For some reason, I am still trying to tell my story, which means I must be a really lousy story teller, because it wasn't that long, and she was there for part of it, but BC is tired of hearing it, so tells me "Not now," and I decide to pout. This makes her blow her stack, and she starts to yell at me and orders me to get out. Which her bosses hear, and they decide to fire her on the spot. She begs and pleads and argues for her job, and they eventually allow her to continue working for them, but they force her to change her hours, which will cause her to lose the nanny job she has in the afternoon. This has her upset and depressed.

We soon find ourselves, all three of us, standing in the back of a truck, unloading it, and the other friend has found a box of pool noodles (is that the right word for them? Foam, about five or six feet long, about four inches in diameter) and [this part tells me that though she may look like Pam she has Sybil's personality] is waving a pair of them around, trying to convince BC to use them as a couple of dildos to help her get some stress relief and relax. Just a very odd dream all the way through.

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.

[Several days of dream fragments]

12-19-2012 -- Somehow at a train crossing with the usual fast moving trains coming out of nowhere and having to watch out for them. They are moving so fast and causing so much wind or displacement of air that large (couple/three inches thick, couple feet long) icicles are forming. I break one off, and start to eat it, until I glance at it and discover it is kind of dirty, at which point I drop it.

I get a phone call from Pat Q, but it is a wrong number ... she wasn't meaning to call me. [I think this came from recent bogus e-mail from her that was some scammer using her name.] We kind of discuss Disney for a couple of minutes before I run off.

I soon find myself on a miniature golf course, perhaps the one from the country club dream a night or two ago. I don't get to see much of the course, but I do spot what is almost a sort of pinewood derby track on the first hole. To get on the course, you don't hit the ball with a club, but place it on one of the four slots and let it roll down. Once it hits the course, you start playing normally.

Meanwhile, I find a bee buzzing very loudly in my ear, and feel it on the back of my neck. It is driving me crazy, but I can't reach it to get rid of it, and when I am hoping somebody else will, the kid who is going to do so doesn't seem to be paying too close of attention, so I am afraid he is going to get me stung.

Soon we are in a penthouse apartment where the kid lives with his family, and he is turning into a superhero, perhaps something Spider-Man-ish. He wants to go out and fight crime, but his parents won't let him. We're out on the roof, but there is electrified barbed wire all around to keep us there. But he finds a bit that is pulled up a little, and he has enough room to jump through, so he does.

I head back inside, wander around the house a bit, and end up sitting closer than I might feel comfortable to his very attractive mother, before I finally wake up.

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12-18-2012 -- Wandering around on foot in the Casselberry area, more or less on 17-92, heading north toward 436 (an area I have been in two or three dreams, recently. No idea why). There's a slight bit of hassle with some cops, but not much. Generally, they are just keeping an eye on people.

Somehow I am looking for something or going somewhere, and I end up on little back streets in the area, or even just walking between buildings. I find myself walking past some homeless people who are sick, and talking about problems with getting their benefits and things, and staying out of the way of the police.

Somehow I get involved with a sort of treasure hunt that involves finding and reaching several somewhat creepy clowns. [No, for anybody reading this, not all clowns are creepy. But these were.] I see the first at the side of the road, and the second in a building that may have something to do with a pawn shop or a loan shark. The third I find standing in front of an auto dealership with a sign urging people to go in and check out the deals.

So I go in to see the clown, but since I forget to tell the clown that I am here to see her, not the dealership, I think she kind of wonders why I am following her. I'm trying to get close so I can talk to her, while she is walking across the dealership to get back to her street.

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12-17-2012 -- This starts off in a familiar-seeming area that I don't actually recognize, that may be part church, part office. Running around, setting up some sort of business, and trying to avoid trouble. Think there is something about my dad being around, and perhaps Dale. Meeting with some sort of pastor, and avoiding trouble with a televangelist, perhaps. Somehow we drive away to avoid problems, and end up at the Buena Park Mall.

Somehow they've redone the mall big-time, and it is now huge. We're wandering through the food court, which seems to be on the roof of the 39 story building, so it is a very huge mall, indeed. We've passed up the food and stuff, and out on the edge of the roof they've got an amusement park ride which is kind of a cross between the parachute drop, a freefall attraction, and a swing ride. The center is perhaps twice as big as Knott's parachute tower, and it is also 39 stories tall, so at the top of this thing, you are 78 stories in the air.

There are no parachutes, instead there is a circle of seats facing out around the tower, and they shoot up into the air. But once they get up to the top, they swing out as individual swings as the whole thing spins around. This thing is so tall, I am thinking you are going to be able to see forever from up here! I have to ride this thing! Dale, on the other hand, is scared of heights, and has no plans to get near it.

I have no money, but I am pushing my way through the queue area, convinced I will find a way to ride this. Oddly enough, though Dale is afraid of heights, being on the roof of the building doesn't scare him at all. I don't manage to get in, but it turns out the entire line area also goes up, kind of like a very, very large Sky Cabin, so Dale and I both get a very high view of the city, even though I don't get to swing on the swings! Very fun dream, if a little short.

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12-17-2012 -- Starts as a very familiar-seeming live action version of Runescape that I've been involved in during several recent dreams. I am in the Morytania area where the ectovial teleports me, where I seem to be doing both a lot of plant harvesting, and hunting penguins. (I think either a bush or a crate this time, but I am not sure.)

Somehow I find myself wandering off into a nearby chapel to recharge my prayer, but it turns into Pine Castle UMC, where they are singing. The song is a bit of a cross between the very staccato arrangement of the 23rd Psalm, and the Thou, O Lord song, being repeated enough that when I eventually wake, it is with that music in my mind. Somehow the song is seeming very prophetic today, and as we listen to it, Kevin B. is making some sort of prophecy about eating ice cream instead of the bowl with meats and vegetables that he is holding.

It seems to kind of be working, as the bowl is turning into a bowl of ice cream ... but flavored like the meats and vegetables that were already in it. Very odd. He shakes his head like it isn't very good, yet he keeps eating it!

We're in a car driving home from the church to street where the Morans used to live, while Kevin follows on a motorcycle, still eating the ice cream. In the car, I am petting a cat which is either entirely or mostly black, probably based on Carolyn's cats. Eventually we stop in the middle of an intersection in the housing development, and start unpacking the very full car. My suitcase gets run over, but no damage is done to it. I want to be angry at the guy, but since we're in the middle of the street, I can't.

By this point the person driving is half Kevin's father Paul, and half Pat M. He's pulling out the stuff belonging to other people, and yet keeps putting my stuff back in the thing. In the dream, at this point, I have no car, so I ask him if he is giving the car to me, which would be really cool. He tells me he isn't sure. He says he was going to give it to me, but the prophecy song really makes him question that, so he just doesn't know.

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12-16-2012 -- Kind of sharing or visiting a hotel room with my brother Keith, and then, soon enough, with my brother and his wife. There are some big dogs running around. One is black, another is gray, and seems to be a Great Dane. Take a nap on the couch for a bit, and soon my sister shows up, as well. I have a bottle of lemonade without a cap on it, and somehow my sister knocks it off the table, but I manage to catch it before it can spill.

Melody and Tracey don't seem to be getting along, and are doing gymnastics at one another, trying to show each other up. Things like cartwheels and back-flips and the like, all in kind of revealing clothes, which just isn't right, since they are my relatives. Just very odd stuff.

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12-15-2012 -- Am working a security shift somewhere that seems to be a bit of a cross between TAMS and 3M. I start out working in a guard shack in the driveway, controlling entry, but it is near the end of a shift, I think, and another officer is about to come in and take over. The person who shows up seems to be a bit of a cross between John C. from 3M and Bonnie's 'cousin' Rob. He is complaining about my uniform not being perfect, and my report not being done.

By this point the guard shack has turned into a control tower kind of like at OPC, and he has exited the building to go unlock a gate. I follow him for a few seconds before deciding to return to the tower, but I find the entrance is now a very rickety ladder that I just can't climb safely. No way. It wouldn't support my weight. Rather than change back to the proper entrance, he decides to have them get rid of me, instead, which really, really annoys me.