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05/12/2013 -- Asleep and then awake again into kind of the same dream I was already dreaming, except none of the storyline is at all the same. I may still be Harry Potter, though. I am not sure. Anyway, I am standing up at the front of a stadium, kind of watching a killer whale show in a Roller Coaster Tycoon (RCT) game. It is a really strange killer whale show because most of the killer whales are only a couple of feet long, and look kind of like a tadpole would if it were as big around as a person and a couple of feet long. I'm standing there, watching things, and one of the park employees is telling me to sit down, or I'll get hurt. Instead I back up a little, and stand half behind some sort of support pole, so I am out of the way.

I find myself standing next to a little old man who looks kind like pixilated, and like a cross between the old man from 'Up' and a RCT character. I pick up a bottle off the ground, and it looks like an even taller, stretched out bottle of the type sodas used to come in (the large glass ones that could be recycled for .20) that is close to empty and holds Jack Daniels. I drink the last of it, and am kind of hoping the old man doesn't get mad at me for drinking his booze.

Anyway, the show has ended, and people are starting to leave, and I find myself spending some of my time thinking about taking the time to write down this dream and the last one about fighting Voldemort and showering with Hermione. I can remember that dream, and want to write it down. I also kind of get that this is a dream, also, and want to write it down, too, but I don't "really" get that it is a dream, so I can't do anything with it.

I glance off, and just a few feet away, I see the start of a 'lazy river' sort of attraction leading into a full-blown water park, and I am debating trying to write down the dream, or going off to play in the water park. Soon the water park wins. I have a sort of a foam mat for the water slides (like used to be used in the earliest days of water parks before they started making the slides of plexiglass), except it is halfway an air-inflated floating mattress-type pool thing. I take it into the edge of the 'lazy river' and start floating along, and I can almost see the squares of the RCT grid this is laid out on.

I can see that the kinds of pieces have been changed about every three squares, as I go from gentle stream to rapids to bubbly effervescence (I can't believe I spelled that right) to a bit of dying stream (like in a desert) where I am afraid I am going to puncture my floaty thing on the rocky edges that are showing through, as I hope to reach more gentle stream parts soon, or maybe a waterfall, and the rest of the water park. Pleasant dream bit.

01-26-2013 -- [Bad night of sleeping, nothing but fragments.] I am staying at some sort of hotel or something, just a block or so from some place with a pool, and decide to go swimming. Walk over to the place and reach the locker room, only to find I have forgotten my towel and swim trunks, so I have to walk back to the hotel to get them.

I return to the place with the pool, and go back to the locker room, and get dressed for swimming, but when I get back to the pool I find out there are massive amounts of people around, hundreds and hundreds. There are so many people that they have to wait in line for a couple of hours to get in the water long enough to swim maybe a single lap. It just isn't worth it to bother waiting around. So I head back to the locker room.

The two locker rooms are very close, and while entering the door of one, you can see people standing there changing in the other, but I don't quite manage to catch on to the fact I am dreaming. I start to change back into my regular clothes, but somehow I have tons of money with me. It's all in small bills like it is tips or something, but still, huge amounts. I'm stuffing the stuff in my pockets, and it will all just barely fit, and two very tough looking guys seem to be talking about rolling me when I leave the place, so I'm trying to take my time.

By the time I exit the locker room, the place seems to be changing from a gym or a YMCA to something like a rather seedy looking bowling alley (albeit still one with a pool), and I spot a woman wearing a bikini that looks like the Princess Leia number from Jedi, and unlike many, I still don't really find it an attractive design. I slowly make my way to the door of the place, and out into the parking lot, really keeping an eye out for the toughs. I don't see them at first. Instead I see girls that work for the place directing traffic as it exits the parking lot, and I am beginning to feel safe.

Then I notice that those 'girls' seem awfully tall, and rather grim, and all seem to have very deep voices, and I begin to suspect they aren't girls at all, but the toughs waiting for me, and I decide I better go back inside and wait for a while. Somehow I have been resting my hands in my pockets, and when I take them out, one of the bills I had been carrying is stuck to one of my hands. It drifts to the ground, and I am thinking of picking it up, but somebody is following me, and I decide to ignore it. Too bad, I think it was a tenner. I hope the person who was following me is a good guy, and will pick up the money and give it back to me, but it doesn't happen.

I stumble back inside, and find the place is getting darker and darker as it gets later and later. And all the people are starting to look less and less like bikers and toughs, and more and more like demons and creatures and monsters. A couple of hours later, while I have sat there munching on some fries or something, and more and more people, including the staff have been muttering more and more about me under my breath, and it is now almost completely black, I decide I probably have to go, no matter what.

Some troll-like creature seems to want to pick a fight with me because I try to compliment his son, who he is carrying, but I manage to smooth it over. But as I am approaching the door, another three or four creatures (mostly tall, demonic sorts of things) start to loom threateningly over me. Finally I seem to realize I am dreaming, though I don't quite get there 100%. [I know it isn't real, and I can do anything, but I don't actually think to do anything much.] I try to warn them, something like "I don't suppose you can just leave me alone, and we can avoid trouble? No? Well, I tried to warn you."

I grab the first one, and a rough twist and I snap its neck, then I start grabbing its arms and legs one at a time and wrenching them so violently that I break those and disjoint them, as well. I grab the second, and squeeze it until it's head pops like a pimple, before I toss it aside, and grab for the third one. By the time I have destroyed the third one, the fourth one is backing away, and all kinds of monsters are muttering about how mean I am.

About this point, I wake up for a few seconds, try to set the dream in my mind for writing down later, and drift back to sleep, and back into almost the exact same dream. I am still walking through the same bowling alley, with demons and things cringing away from me, but there also seems to be a clown convention or something, and a woman I don't know is talking about my friend Petey, and how great she is, and how she has like 10,000 Facebook friends, and must be the most amazing person ever.

And Petey herself walks up and explains she just friends everybody she meets while doing gigs, so most of them are just bare acquaintances, and it doesn't really mean much of anything. Then I walk up and say something like "Though she does have a few friends on Facebook who really are friends, friends. Hi, Petey!" and she greets me. She then asks "What are you doing here?" and I start to tell her about the monsters, and the other lady starts to talk about the convention, and I realize she wasn't talking to me, so I turn around and start to exit the place again.

As I make it out to the parking lot, most of the demons and creatures are still cringing away from me, but one (looks like one of the Rune blood creatures from the Runespan in Runescape) is trying to start a conversation with me, and is saying something about it is too bad I didn't get together with a cute girl I'd met inside. I look at him and say "But when I was talking to her, there were only two magical signatures around, mine and yours. And since I know I wasn't her, since I was talking to her ...." and I kind of glare at him. "Uh ... well ...." and he slinks off, abashed. Weird.