Batch

Last couple of days, some great, detailed dreams. For several days before then, closer to dream bits. So I'm going to post them here, where it will make for a long post, instead of in a bunch of short threads.

10-11-2012 -- Very short bit where I am meeting Dale at Walt Disney World, with his whole family, including his mom, who has died. Problem is, they are only here for 24 hours, which leads me to asking why he would spend so much money to fly the entire family all the way across the country for a single day?!?

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10-06-2012 -- I am at May Company, riding up and down on the elevator in the back corner of the store like I often did as a kid. For most of the dream I am not being chased by managers or security, which is what almost always happened in this kind of dream when I used to have them frequently. At one point I am on the third floor, and somehow the doors open when the elevator is on the second floor, and I almost walk forward and fall.

Somehow at some point I time travel, and I end up in Waldenbooks back in the late 70s, but as an adult, not a kid. I am looking over the kids book section and see an entire couple of shelves of Three Investigators hard covers, and I get so much pleasure in seeing them all sitting there available for purchase. I loved that series so much as a kid! Soon I find myself in one of the larger malls somewhere with B & C. It is near closing time, and there are a lot of very lovely ladies around, and some fun stuff might soon be happening, except that B is furious that I might ever consider letting anything happen while C is anywhere in the area.

There was a lot more to this, but the whole point of dream fragments is that I can't remember the rest.

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10-07-2012 -- There are hints of offering bones on a gilded alter in Runescape, but not much. Soon I find myself in the Hickory house, and there are ladies everywhere. For some reason it seems there are something like 20 ladies staying here, sleeping everywhere. They have really made a mess, and there are clothes everywhere, too. Three or four are staying in Melody's room and I don't think she knows about it, and I am afraid she is going to be furious.

She calls and I answer the phone in her room, and try not to let her know what is happening. Since there are a couple of the ladies talking about the things they can see in her room in the background, it is kind of difficult. Oddly, during the conversation with Melody I find we are discussing something in the Catholic Bible that isn't in the Protestant Bible. It might have been Bel and the Dragon?

Soon I am off the phone, and Mike G. from high school is here, helping me to clear out the ladies and clean things up. I go to take a drink from a soda bottle, and I see there are all kinds of worms and tiny snakes and things in what I have been drinking, and I am horrified. I glance at the bottle again, and it is perfectly fine. Am I loosing my mind? "No," Mike tells me, "you're just feverish and sick." he tries to hose me down to cool off the fever, and in the process, he ends up ruining my clothes.

So I find myself at Pine Castle, and Tom is the music minister, though I don't see him at first. Cheyanne sings a solo, but she is singing really, really low, and doesn't have a mic, so nobody can hear her. She seems to be almost chatting a song, instead of singing it. Kathy and Grace are here, and seem to have been forgiven, and Tom is even commenting on how nicely the hair is growing back on one of them who had cancer. They reveal that one of the brunettes who had been in my house was Cathy Lee Crosby, and I am amazed that I didn't recognize her at all without the blonde hair.

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10-08-2012 -- I am working in what almost seems to be the Courier Express warehouse, and they seem to have moved again, because there are hundreds of pallets of stuff on the floor and almost nothing on the racks, and I have no idea where things are supposed to go. I have two packages that have just arrived of small computer parts, and I know they are going to go out soon. I put the proper labels on them, but I don't even know where they are putting the just arrived stuff, and have to ask for help.

One of the forklift drivers is going a little too fast, and manages to tip his forklift over on it's side, but he keeps flooring it, and is now tearing deep groves in the concrete floor. He is trying to get enough speed to flip the thing back up, but I think they are going to need to use another forklift to leverage it back up. Not good, and quite a mess.

The whole place is turning into a kind of computer-related warehouse store, and some guy is buying a huge foam-padded helmet for some reason. Some little girl is going on and on about this place on the turnpike where there are a whole bunch of signs for exit 57, and I'm discussing it with her while Minerva Mcgonagall looks on. I think I am Harry Potter, and I find myself wandering around the warehouse with a bunch of other students, half of them from my real life high school.

I end up talking with Steve K., Calvin D., Julie Davie, and Neville Longbottom, who is known by the nickname of The-Other-Boy-Who-Lived. Somehow the area we're walking around seems to be the lowest part of the vampire city in the Runescape Darkmeyer quest.

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10-04-2012 -- Visiting with Dale and his mom in a hotel room somewhere around the world, right at the end of our trip, preparing to go out and have some fun. Then suddenly we are at the airport, getting ready to fly home. I have been at this airport before in my dreams, several times, but it keeps changing.

They are getting more invasive this time, and they are opening and searching every piece of luggage. I find for some reason I don't really mind. My laptop is in my main suitcase, which for some reason looks like a dish washer rack with all the prongs to hold dishes in place. I don't know why there are two large gallon bottles of urine in there. Amazingly enough, nobody asks about them. I seem to have very little stuff, and actually fold up my big backpack and stick it inside the suitcase.

Suddenly they change our gate, and heading to the other gate we find we have to go through the security screening again. By this time I am getting hot, sweaty and tired, and I comment on how I can't wait to get through security and reach one of the bathrooms with a shower you can rent the use of, which I can remember from one of the previous dreams at this airport. The screener tells me that they got rid of those about two years ago, and I am very disappointed.