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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.