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10-19-2012 -- [Weird, disjointed, all over the place.] I find myself at a place which ought to be my house, but instead it feels like a place where I am just visiting for a few minutes. Oddly enough I am watching TV laying on a bed in this house that isn't mine. On the way here, I saw what looked like Cocoa (a cat I had some 30 years ago) and called it over and it came to me, so it probably was. I brought it and another cat, a black one (but thicker than Black Lightning) with me to this house that isn't mine, but where I am still laying on a bed watching TV.

Somehow it turns to listening to some sort of radio broadcast or something, though still on the same system, and then I end up scratching a record (or perhaps a CD) while trying to switch out which one was playing on the old fashioned turntable. Somebody is asking about the cat, and I explain it is mine, and I will take it with me when I leave.

Somehow I soon find myself in a locker room after either a gym class, or using a gym. For some reason we are using the ladies locker room because they told us to, something with scheduling, but now a bunch of ladies are supposed to be coming in, so I am changing clothes really slowly, waiting around and hoping to see something. But for the longest time we're the only ones here, and when I finally spot a lady on the other side of the locker room, she's already changed into her exercise outfit and is leaving. Darn!

Soon I find I am walking through an area somewhere at Disney World, heading for a meeting with Keith T. and Happy. I pass some guy playing really badly on a guitar, and am not impressed with the song he has written, though Keith raves about the guy. I get into the restaurant where I am meeting with Keith, only to find he is here to talk about and introduce me to a guy who he says was around the Adventurers Club as much as I was, but disagrees with every opinion I have about the place.

I think that makes him an idiot, because I loved the place, and if he disagrees with me about everything, he hates the place, but still hung out there several hours a night, seven days a week. Surely a sure sign of an idiot. Anyway, the location keeps flashing back and forth between this restaurant and the Club, itself, as we're either talking about things or watching actual shows at the Club.

Keith is talking excitedly about the mask with the eyes that move, and wondering how he missed it, and I point out that I showed him that mask a couple of times, and he must have a bad memory or something. He also shows me video footage of one of the peacock statues around the main salon playing some sort of card game with it's beak, and I have to admit I had never seen one of them do that.

This other big fan who actually hated the place is there, and talking about people simulating sex in the main salon with their clothes on, and even going as far as to demonstrate, while insulting me and telling me I would never notice, because nobody would want to do that with me, anyway. What a jerk.

Anyway, by this time Keith is about to leave, and is gathering up some kind of weird contact lenses that he has kind of 'built' for some black thug who is supposed to be paying him well for them, except I look in a mirror and see the black thug entering the restaurant behind us, and preparing to kill Keith and just take them. I tell Keith to run, and he doesn't get it, so I think there is a good chance he gets it.

And suddenly I find myself at home, waiting to use the restroom so I can take a shower, when a bunch of young ladies who shouldn't be here keep using the restroom, instead. One of them leaves the door open, and I manage to catch sight of one not too impressive chest before she closes the door.

Random dream, all over the place, and not much storyline.

09-28-2012 -- I'm at a theater somewhere in Orlando with BC, preparing to take in a performance of All in the Timing, though it doesn't seem to be under that title. The problem is, neither BC nor I have any money for a ticket. So why are we here again? We are just about to leave when Karl O. comes running up, wanting to know what the heck we are doing here. AH is performing in this, and if she sees me, she'll blow a gasket! [In real life, this is nonsense and AH would be the consummate professional, and might well be glad for the ticket sale, even if she didn't want to interact with me personally.]

BC is saying we wanted to take in the play, and I am explaining I wanted to see all six scenes, instead of just the four I saw the last time. He is asking which two I'd not seen before, and I remember 'Variations on the Death of Trotsky', but can't bring 'The Philadelphia' to mind. He has taken long enough talking to us about this that suddenly AH is wandering into the area, and BC and I take off running before she can start screaming at us.

We are now running through a Disney park. It might possibly start out in the Magic Kingdom in Florida, but if so, it almost instantly warps to Disneyland. We find ourselves running right into an area where they are roping off the street in preparation for a parade, and are ducking under ropes and things. We get separated, and I am trying to catch up with her, but the parade ropes soon turn into a ride queue for some kind of children's ride.

Soon I am having to climb a sort of ladder, and I find myself looking at a very small hole I have to crawl through. There's no way ... not even if I was half my size. I have to apologize to people as I squeeze past them back down the ladder. I am looking for a cast member to explain the situation, but it seems they are trying to save money, and have cut back on the staffing, so there is nobody here. Instead I just duck under a barricade and into the loading/unloading area and prepare to walk out the exit, just as a boat or car appears with a cast member wondering what I think I am doing. I start to try and explain, then just say "Never mind," and bolt as the employee glares after me.

I wander around for a bit, then climb a short railing into some brush surrounding the Matterhorn, where I find my little red motor scooter. I pick it up and start to hoist it over the railing when a Disney security guard comes up to me and demands to know what I am doing. "You can't park a motor scooter back here, even if you are a cast member ..." he looks closer at me, and says "And you're impersonating a cast member, as well!" He's ticked off.

I glance down at myself, and find I am wearing western garb that might well look very much like a Frontierland costume. It gets worse as I glance at my feet and find my shoes are huge! Somehow I am wearing Goofy shoes! I think back to this morning, when I was getting dressed, and I just grabbed the first clothes I could find. I didn't mean anything by it. The shoes seemed slightly big, but comfortable. I honestly didn't realize!

But moment by moment the shoes are getting bigger, and the clothes are slightly shifting so that they look more and more like a character costume. Thank God I'm not somehow wearing the head, or I'd be dead! The security guard (who looks like Bob Hoskins in Roger Rabbit) is furious, and ties me to a rope as he is closing a gate to allow the passage of a train, monorail, and even a stage coach to pass [seems more like Knott's than Disney] but the rope falls off, and I move to an out-of-the-way spot. I could have rushed off and been free, but I didn't want to be hunted, so I waited, figuring I could explain.

But he doesn't want to listen. He drags me down to Main Street to see a supervisor, but the supervisor seems to be overseeing some sort of water show. I am told to just wait quietly, and maybe write out a report of my defense. But they have no paper, I have no paper, and am stuck either writing on my arms, or pulling out a rare 1990s park guide map from my backpack (which is loaded with such souvenirs) and writing it on that.

I am trying to point out that I am a collector of old Disney stuff, using that as some of my proof, and trying to show I meant no harm, and didn't even realize what I was wearing, but they don't want to listen. I continue to try to write my report, but splashes from the water show keep hitting the map, and the paper is getting soaked and the ink is running. I finally give up, throw away the guide book, and try to move out of the way so I won't get soaked.

I soon find myself standing in the very back, well behind all the seating, and again I could have just disappeared in the crowds to never be seen again. But when the guard starts looking around for me, I wave to him so he can find me. He seems to be wearing some kind of police car costume that looks like something from the Roger Rabbit movie. He soon discards the costume, grabs me again, and pulls me backstage.

This is the part that is much more like past dreams than real life. He is pulling me through an area that seems to be half backstage, half onstage, to a small door right next to a barber shop which leads to the Disney security office. As he pulls me through, we walk past Denny Hardwick, who I am hoping doesn't recognize me. Bob strolls right through some crowds, but I am a bit bigger, and have to wait for them to pass before I can move past them.

He leads me up to a counter where a young woman glares at me and asks me coldly "what are you in for?" By this time I am getting really disgusted with the way a simple error is being blown out of proportion, and tell her she already knows exactly what I am here for. If she didn't, she would either assume I was a normal person, or an employee, not an imposter! She doesn't deny it. They are just rude and obnoxious, and seem determined to railroad me! AAUUGGHH!!

09-12-2012 -- [Not much going on in the dream world for the most part, for the last week or so, but couldn't sleep well last night, woke a lot, and tons of dream bits. Most didn't come out long enough or detailed enough to post as full dreams, or at least I can't remember enough.]

Trying to use the toilet at the Hickory house (or perhaps in the back yard) but something is wrong. A part in the tank that controls refilling and flushing, but resembles a plunger, has stretched and broke, so the toilet is no longer working right. I pull out the broken part, that fits on the rest largely like a sleeve, and it comes off easy, and ought to be easy to replace. About that time, mom comes on the scene, says I have done it wrong, the entire thing needs to come out and be replaced, and I've damaged everything horribly.

I try to explain that the part that was broken and which I removed was very easy to take out, and should be easy to replace, but even if the entire thing has to be replaced, The broken part I took out couldn't cause any other damage, and it is no big deal. She won't listen, yells and screams, tells me to never try and fix anything in the house again, or even touch anything in the house again, and then in practically the next breath, orders me to fix other stuff in the bathroom.

I have had enough, and tell her no. I am leaving. She screams I am not, and tries to lock me in the house. I force my way out the door, and jog away from her. Oddly enough, though she is very heavy, she manages to keep up with me, and I just barely stay out of her grasp. Neither of us seems to know how she keeps up with me, except anger, and so I am running across streets, and turning around and dodging. I try to catch a bus, but mom is too lose, so I start running down Crescent, instead, heading down toward Marshall. Somehow she got trapped in crowds around the Braille Institute, and I manage to get some distance between us.

As I reach about the nursery, there is a mother, daughter and baby in carriage that spot me, spot mom chasing after me, and decide to interfere. They start chasing after me as well, Though I have been running toward Marshall, I end up in Smith's Food King, the mother still chasing after me, trying to maintain sight so she can lead my mother to me. I finally have enough, call for the manager of the store, and explain I don't know this lady, but she is stalking me. He takes me in the back, away from her, and is talking about keeping us separated, but I just rush out the loading docks at the back of the store, and figure I'll escape that way. I circle behind the store to a chain link fence that I can climb and escape the area, just to find the mother is now there with her husband and an entire second family, and they are all trying to catch me. They refuse to understand my mom was the one who was wrong in this situation, and are determined to catch me and help punish me, regardless. I can't even get far enough away to call Bonnie C for a ride to try and get out of the area. Lousy dream!

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Most of this is missing, but a couple of the cooler bits were here, so ... I am in a sort of stadium, watching some sort of sport, perhaps water polo or something unusual like that. Along with the scoreboard showing the score, there is another one showing the purchase of food, drinks and souvenirs. And as the bars on these fill up, and then reset, I can claim a portion of the funds brought in. But they are moving very slowly, and I can see a huge amount of stuff being bought or sold.

I wander around to try and figure out what is going on. At first I think scans as things are thrown away aren't reading properly, but eventually I realize I only get the partial credit for the stuff sold from one food stand, one drink stand, and two souvenir stands, so what I have to do is attract more attention to my stands, to get more sales there, and earn more money. Soon I find myself back at the table I had been watching things from. But now there is a hint of wrestling, a hint of a balloon convention, and slowly more than a hint of a comic book convention. The person sitting across the table from me is Peter David, and though I have no idea what we have been talking about, he is passing me an autographed dragon shirt that he is giving to me because he has enjoyed our conversation. He says it is only a 2X, which wouldn't normally fit me, but he also says it is a very large 2X, and since we're both large guys and it fits him ... it fits, and I thank him for the great souvenir.

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I am at the Adventurers Club on a very slow night, very early in the evening, standing in the main salon. The doors to the library are open for seating for the first show, but there is nobody here but me and maybe one or two others. I keep catching sight of actors heading backstage to animate wall characters to announce shows and such, but they keep noticing there is nobody to announce to, and stop themselves after they've barely begun, so I'm missing all the great shows. Pretty sure I spotted Graham as Hathaway for a moment.

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Somehow in a shopping mall, being chased by aliens and taken prisoner of a sort. Am being handcuffed or led around, and am just trying to figure out what is going on. Was rather cool and interesting, except none of it stays in memory, so this fragment is mostly worthless to express it.

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Am on a bus riding along, listening to people talking behind me. One of them seems somehow familiar, and I think I know him from somewhere, so am mentioning stuff connected to Disney or something. He just thinks I am nuts. Then he says something about Mammoth Cave, and I finally place him. His name is Jim something, and he wrote a small book I read about the cave (not Jim Borden, and not one of Roger Brucker's books, but a book that only exists in this dream). I tell him I recognize him now, loved his book, and wrote him a letter about it a few weeks before. He remembers my letter, and now we're kind of friends.

This brings into my mind the outline of a dream I can remember having recently, about a combination of the regular dreams I used to have that were a cross between Brookhurst moon park and Tom Sawyer's Island, and Mammoth Cave, with exploring small, local passageways, and trying to find lost connections that lead into much larger sections of the cave. [In the dream it was a dream I was remembering. In real life, I don't know if it was a real dream I had sometime recently, or was created from whole cloth within this dream.]

Soon most of the passengers have gotten off the bus, and we're at another stop where Graham Murphy is getting off the bus. As soon as he steps out in front of his house, he is surrounded by people (including a quartet dressed up as Disney Carolers) and starts leading them in Christmas carols. He seems to sing that style of song quite well. It is very nice.

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Seems like there should be one more fragment here, but can't remember it now. If it comes back, I may edit this to add it.

08-25-2012 -- I'm walking into an Adventurers Club that seems to have a police presence tonight. As I walk in a police man (who seems to be played by Richard Biggs, Doctor Franklin in Babylon 5) is talking about how some short little gal committed murder, then hid out in the Club. They're all here looking for a Sharon Hegedus. But all they can find of her is her leather jacket, so she seems to have escaped. She's now a wanted criminal, though.

I head downstairs to the main salon, and am following everybody else into the library, where Graham is announcing the next show. Just as I am walking in, I come face to face with Sharon, herself. She didn't escape, they just couldn't see her because she is so small. She's just chatting away with people in the main salon, and I comment snidely on the murder charges. She and Joe retort angrily, and because we seem to be causing a scene, they suggest taking this upstairs to the Zebra Mezzanine, where we can talk with a little more privacy.

I'm surprised they are going to talk to me at all ... for years we haven't gotten along well. Anyway, I am just asking for a slight bit of reassurance: "Tell me whoever you killed at least deserved it." Whatever the exact circumstances, it is obvious she is not too nervous about it, because they have brought a bunch of the regulars with them, and even a couple of the actors are hanging around. I know I spot Jennifer and Joy.

They keep trying to tell me what's going on, but people keep reminding them of various microphones around the place, and they don't want to chance anything incriminating being recorded, so we keep moving to different places around the mezzanine. Meanwhile, more and more people are gathering around the performers, and it seems to be turning into some sort of actors' studio, as Graham is standing there in green, describing exactly how he developed and portrays his suave and slightly smarmy Hathaway. [This meeting also figures into my next dream, The Substitutes.]

Finally we decide there's no way we're going to be able to talk here. We walk outside the Club and find ourselves in a shopping mall. Some guy is fumbling with a video camera, and I help him for a few seconds. I don't recognize him until later, but it turns out to be Brandon Sanderson. Somebody is sent off for pizza, and we're finally ready to hear the story ... except somehow Sharon is now gone. The only thing that is left is a fairly small white box, like the kind a shirt might be wrapped in at Christmas.

I pick the box up, and look around a few more minutes for Sharon or any of the others, but I can't find any of them, and I am starting to get tired, so decide maybe I'll just go home. I don't really need to know why Sharon killed somebody, anyway. I'm walking through some kind of small back corridor (like the utility corridors at the Buena Park Mall) and it seems I sat the box down somewhere and forgot about it. Mattie, Bonnie Moran's old housekeeper, is here, and while in the dream she seems a little crazy, she insists she'll go grab the box for me.

I really don't care about it, though, and when she takes a while, I decide to just take the elevator down to the exit, get my car, and drive home. When I try, though, there are a couple of cops who stop me. They tell me I can't get away that easily. They found the evidence I dropped (turned out the box was full of money ... it was one of two Sharon had been carrying) and my fingerprints were all over it. They've now decided the person who robbed the gas station and killed the clerk wasn't Sharon, it was me!

They force me back into the mall, and seat me at a table. The lead person who is presenting the evidence introduces herself as somebody high up in the Disney organization, and it seems to be Lilith from Fraiser. I spot Brandon Sanderson nearby, still with his camera, and wave him over for a little support.

I realize that Sharon has very nicely set me up and framed me, and they really don't want to listen to me as I try and explain our history, and how we don't get along. In the dream I can't even remember anything of why, and it makes convincing them very difficult. I apologize to them in advance if I end up sounding like I've been watching too many courtroom dramas, and then Brandon starts to go into a very intricate explanation of how this could all tie in to a vast new magical system he is developing, before they wave him to silence. He blushes and holds his tongue.

I feel like I am getting nowhere in convincing them, and am really beginning to get worried, when suddenly something begins to ring false. I am really starting to question the entire situation. Brandon seems to catch on as well, and suddenly asks the woman "What department did you say you work in?" She had never actually mentioned a department, previously, but she smirks as she says "Entertainment." I've been had!

She starts to call people over and play audio recordings of me that have been tampered with to say things I have never said (and a very bad and obvious job of it, like the interview from the Homer Badman episode of the Simpsons), and are beginning to introduce the TV show that this has all been set up for. I feel like an absolute fool, completely mortified, and just walk off, while everybody else laughs.

[In the dream, it was mortifying. In real life I woke up and couldn't think anything except, wow! What a cool dream!]

08-25-2012 -- [Man, the dreams have been great, recently. And several connected to the dream before, as well. This one was shorter and sweeter, from the two or three hours I slept after waking from the first one of the night and writing it down.]

I am in a high school classroom, and it feels like after lunch, just a couple of periods to go in the day. I have a full schedule of six classes, but for this fifth one, the teacher is out for the day, but instead of one sub, we seem to have three, wandering in and out of the classroom.

I go to take my seat, near the left side of the classroom, toward the front, and find the girl at the desk behind me has a ton of stuff spread everywhere, and in my way. I start picking up some of her stuff and moving it neatly under her desk, instead of spread out over mine, so I can sit down. A couple of the other students are asking me why I insist on sitting there, anyway. I have no idea why, it is just where I always sit.

One sub is an earnest sort of guy, vaguely interesting. Another is kind of like Mr. Ingrassi, and is thought of as mean and unfriendly. [Though I personally found Ingrassi to be a great guy. When he subbed in one of my classes back in Junior High and someone peeled up a piece of worn floor tile and chucked it at the back of my head, he told the guy off, sent me to the nurse, and we became friends.] The third, I was shocked to find out, was Jennifer from the Adventurers Club.

Suddenly she is in the room, talking to us about WW II, and relating a great personal anecdote, except I know she is nowhere near old enough to have a personal story from that war. All the students like her, but after class ends, I overhear her talking to a woman about how uncomfortable she is, and how she is not ready for this yet. The woman reminds her she was warned at the meeting in the Adventurers Club (in the dream Murder at the Adventurers Club, which should be the one above this in my dream journal) that she could be thrown in front of a class this quickly, if they needed her. I am amazed with how nervous she was that it didn't show, but after all, she is an actress.

Anyway, I head back to the classroom for the sixth class of the day, and it is the same classroom, and another substitute. Some of the other students are worried that Jennifer disappeared, and are asking about her, and the sub tells them not to worry about things that are not their concern. Not helpful at all. I tell them she is fine, but is barely getting started on her teaching career.

The teacher is disappointed about how dirty the classroom is, and is assigning chores for us to clean the place up. He assigns six or seven other students to other tasks before he tells me to weed the floor. I glance down, and there are indeed tufts of weed pushing through the tile floor here and there. As I bend down to start pulling weeds, and he assigns another student to walk the class dog, Roxie and Patches come running up to me and barking and licking me.

I think fast, and figure with a sub I can make an excuse about the dogs being friends of the class dog, but in truth I have no idea why they are here. I grab them both by their collars and start to drag them from the room, and the sub tells me he would normally be upset, but the teacher had left a note about dogs in the classroom. I say nothing, but know these dogs were not the ones the note was about.

My first thought was to stick the dogs in my car until this last class finished and I could drive them home, but I realize even with the window cracked, I can't do that to them in this heat. I am approaching the car, which at first seems to be my Galant, but both the truck and the hood are open, and I am afraid somebody has broken in and robbed me. I also wonder if the dogs snuck into the car, and somebody breaking in is how they got to the school in the first place.

But as I get closer to the car it is becoming larger and larger until it is about the size of a mobile home, and I find a bunch of people inside. It is filled with the various people who are always visiting at Rosemary's house, all the folks who annoy me so much. The air is running full blast, and they are playing some sort of odd football game inside my new vehicle! I find out the dogs had accompanied Shannon or the oldish, white haired guy, and then went running out to find me when they opened the doors to have more room for the game.

It seems they helped bring the vehicle here, and saw no reason they couldn't stay and play games in it while I finished my last class of the day. I don't like it, and feel they are wasting my gas running the air so much with all the doors open, but I am willing to put up with it for one day, since they did help bring it here. But when they indicate that they plan to be 'camping out' in it everyday, and one heavy black girl starts yelling about how I am so selfish in one of those hood-style fashions, I have had enough, and order them all out. Talk about taking things too far! I push them out and start back across the street to the classroom.

I never manage to get there. As I approach the corner (I'm kitty-corner across from the classroom) one of those crane-like vehicles with the basket for changing street lights and such comes rolling by. It is getting very dark, its lights aren't on, and it seems somehow it has come to life, and is trying to run people down.

I'm not too worried or excited, but I do have to make my way through the now panicking crowds across the first street (classroom is on the NE corner, I started on the SW corner, and first crossed to the NW corner). Before I can move across to the second street I am approached by a nicely dressed young guy who seems quite conservative in dress. I bump into him, and somehow knock off a hat or controlling wig, and suddenly he has waist-length hair hanging down his back. I now recognize him as Maddie's boyfriend from Facebook, and somehow he was trapped into being something he was not, and by releasing his hair I have freed him to be himself again. He is very happy.

[I have no problem with guys with long hair, and don't think there is anything wrong with it, but you have to admit that in current times such long hair is not considered a conservative trait. No idea where that part of the dream came from.]

08-13-2012 -- At a bank somewhere (Costa Mesa?) though I don't know if I am there making a delivery or doing a mystery shop. There's a robbery going on, and people are being shot. I think at first it is a lady doing the shooting, but then things change, and the lady was one of the ones being shot. I am taking pictures with my camera, and I think there is a friend with me, who might be interviewing people or something. There is a hint of writing an article for the Hornet.

Soon I am in an office building, sitting behind a desk. The area reminds me of the TAMS building, but I am not working security. Tell the truth, I have no idea what I am doing, which makes it hard to get too much accomplished. Lots of people around, and piles of stuff. I guess part of the office was closed for a couple of days, and people from other parts were leaving notes about stuff, but they got buried or blew away, so stuff is being missed.

There is a tall, attractive blonde who seems to be the boss, and she is griping about me not getting enough done, and asking me if I will make the mail run, collecting outgoing mail throughout the building. She is also yelling at everybody about finding some of the missing notes. I had my shoes off, so I am trying to put them back on, and in the process I find some papers and stuff on the ground and start looking through them to maybe find some of the notes.

I find a couple of notes I think might be the ones she is looking for (something about a clown?), and have gotten my shoes on, but now I can't find her. Seems she is mad that I haven't already gotten the mail, and has gone to get it herself.

One of the ladies is leaving the restroom, and several others are commenting on how much of a stink she left behind, as they all move into the break room. My friend from earlier calls me over and tells me they caught us on surveillance video at the bank robbery, and may want to know why we were taking pictures and talking to people. I look at the news report, and yes, there we are. I note how a lot of others weren't as sensible as we were, and got much closer to the gunmen.

My friend is pointing to the screen and telling people "We were there. We saw it." They don't believe him until I tell them it is true, and we're going to do a story on it.

Soon I am back at my desk, still trying to find the tall blonde. A couple of Fullerton College graduates have stopped in to drop off applications, and I figure I'll ask about maybe doing this job permanently, since my car is broke down and I can no longer do the driving job. [True, my car lost its tranny a couple days ago, and I now have to look for a new job. Can't courier without a good vehicle.] I also figure I will ask what the job I am supposed to be doing actually is, so I can start to do it. But I can't find her anywhere.

By this point the office area is the main salon at the Adventurer's Club, and as I hear Sheila doing Samantha Sterling upstairs on the Zebra Mezzanine, I realize she is the blonde. She's now in costume and performing, so I know it's going to be a while before I can talk to her. Graham is playing Hathaway and trading one-liners with her.