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06-27-2017 -- Odd HP/B5 mash-up. First bit I can remember, I am at the Hickory House, which is somehow on B5. I'm being lectured by one person (possibly Sheridan) that I can't save everybody, while being warned by another (probably Delenn) that I have to find a way to save them all! I'm not sure what's going on, but we're drinking something that is supposed to cause odd hallucinations, because it will provide us hints of the future. I drink the thing, and am waiting for the hallucinations to start, and there are bits and flashes of light and movement and stuff, growing into a brighter and brighter flash.

And then I find myself on Hickory, and it is early in the morning. I'm extremely tired, but for whatever reason, home is why I am tired, so I can't go there. Somehow I can remember I was staying at the Goodwins before this, so I decide to go back there, though I fear it is a bad idea (after all, it's early in the morning.) In a sort of dream deja vu, I go there twice. Both times I open the screen door, try the door knob, find it is locked, turn to walk away, and then hear a loud bang that I fear I caused, but I can't figure out how. (In actuality, I think the screen door was on a strong closing thing, and as I walked away, it banged shut.)

Anyway, I know I've done this twice, and am afraid the banging is going to have woken the family up and gotten them mad at me, so I'm about to rush away, hoping not to be seen, but as I glance back, the door is already open, and Barbara is standing there, so I turn back to apologize and explain myself. I explain that since I was staying there briefly the previous afternoon, before going off to however my mind was understanding this bizarre mash-up, I was just trying the knob, combined with mention of how tired I was. I'm also kind of nervous to realize I am standing here in my underwear. Instead of yelling at me, Barbara simply invites me back inside, and I somehow find myself dressed in a full set of blue pajamas, kind of collapsing on an extra bed in Jeff's room, more or less passed out.

I realize Barbara dressed me by magic, and I'm Harry Potter. Jeff's starting to stir, and Marvin is there as well. They are talking quietly, and I'm only half asleep but acting like I'm fully asleep. Jeff is dressed in a green boy scout uniform, and my blue pajamas are morphing into the same. Meanwhile, I've swung back to a sitting position on the bed and am apologizing to Barbara again, except that I am starting to refer to her as Narcissa. But Marvin/Lucius is now and always only Sir. Oddly enough, Jeff stays Jeff, and thankfully doesn't turn into a Draco clone.

Turns out something is going on today, and several of Jeff's Death Eater friends have shown up, and are slowly changing out of their green boy scout uniforms and into their red Death Eater robes, while Narcissa is cooking us all breakfast, trying to prepare us for the day. I'm feeling out of place, sitting here in my green boy scout/Gryffindor robes while everybody else has switched into their red robes, and my mind isn't even catching a hint of the odd color reversals. It does lead me to commenting on how some Death Eaters are perhaps not so bad, while wondering if I ought to dress up in red robes as well. Narcissa is looking at me strangely until I mention "Can't you just imagine the expressions on the faces of all the light-side wizards at seeing me that way?" and she starts laughing.

They head off to what they need to do, and I walk back to the Hickory House, where I now feel ready to head inside again. But as I approach the door, I am briefly stopped by seeing four of my friends walking up, dressed up as a set of super heroes, all different, yet with a hint of uniformity to their costumes that indicate some sort of team. The only one I can identify is David. They are iffy about letting me approach the house in my red robes, but I quickly explain and walk in. The first thing I do inside is approach my room, because I know my cat was left in there, and I figure with my being gone for a day, nobody is likely to have let him out, so I am fearing a mess. As I head into the second bedroom, I am thinking of a more recent cat (probably a cross between Black Lightning and Ray), but what I find is still the old marmalade of Cocoa and Sammy. I'm trying to coax the cat out, but it doesn't want to move. That's about all I can remember of this one.

05-21-2013 -- [As always, earlier bits MIA.] Playing some kind of computer game, might be Runescape, though very little matches up. There is something that recharges a talent or skill or such (like a prayer alter, or a summoning obelisk) and in some way I can keep track of exactly one person who uses the obelisk, knowing what else they are doing while they are online. The problem is, I'm not interested in following anybody who is currently online. But finally I see somebody it might be fun to keep track of. I think it might be Skilledman, but if it is, he is using a different character name at the moment, with many more Ss.

I am just about to follow him (think of it like sending the thoughts of a VIP in Roller Coaster Tycoon to the screen, so you know what he is thinking of your park) when my mom shows up. She got a membership to the game long ago, but she never got very far, but she has finally decided she wants to learn this part of the game, and asks for my help. So I follow her, instead.

She wants to get fully involved, but one part of the game involves folding up little model boats (five or six inches long) made out of cardboard that you kind of poke free from the pre-cut spots on the piece of cardboard they gave you when you joined. Since that was several years ago, mom admits she long ago threw out the sheet of cardboard, so we have to go looking around the world, trying to find a couple of sheets that somebody else has thrown out.

So mom is out searching one area, and I seem to be searching near a beach, along with a cute girl who is following my orders. I send her onto the beach to look for some of the boat cardboard, and she comes back and says she didn't find any. I am almost sure I saw some there, so go down to the beach, myself. Unfortunately, there is no small cardboard for mom, but I do come across a guy who has made a life-size boat (around the size of a small power boat, but more like a rowboat) made entirely of cardboard. When I ask him about it, he explains he belongs to a group that makes these, and he has sailed it all the way up from Miami. I'm wondering how the thing didn't disintegrate in the water. He invites me to join them the next time they go sailing, but I think it is not likely.

Meanwhile, we do manage to find one of the right pieces of cardboard for mom, and we are heading back to the meeting place in the desert. We rejoin a group that seems to be mostly women (I think I am the only guy here), and we have this sort of wagon train of several large barge-like vehicles that float in the air, and we use them to cross the desert. At least one of them is a large barge filled with our water supply. I am new to this group, and I soon discover they are being ordered about by a rather mean alien fellow that looks kind of like Trakis from Babylon 5.

He pushes around the girls, gives them orders, tells them what to do, and is probably using them to do illegal stuff. When he starts to choke one of the girls, I attack him, and am soon choking him while holding him up against a wall. We're very evenly matched, and neither of us can beat the other, but I am able to stop him from attacking the ladies. Instead, he gives us our latest orders, supposedly from the government, and sends us into the desert to steal something, and also gives us a new module to replace an old one that is supposed to let the FBI keep track of where we are and what we are doing.

He leaves, and I explain to the ladies that I believe him. I think the new module will help the FBI keep an eye on us. Unfortunately, I think he has been using them to steal stuff for him, and is now framing them, so the FBI will come after us, as he goes and finds a new crew to steal for him. I say we have to destroy this new module so we can't be tracked, and we do a little reading, and discover the thing would have to be submerged in water to destroy it. One of the girls goes slightly crazy, and tears a hole in the side of the water barge, and water starts spilling out as she pushes the new module into the interior. I'm thinking there had to be a better way to do that!

Meanwhile, we're scrambling to get the caravan moving across the desert, when I quickly find myself facing Trakis again, but things are shifting a little bit. I am the 10th Doctor, and one of the attractive ladies is my companion, and Trakis is being chased by what seems to be another attractive lady. He is a minor villain, but really fairly harmless, but you can't say the same for the alien that is chasing him. I urge them both into the TARDIS while I face this thing, and it is trying to spit some green slime on me. I'm not sure if this green slime will take me over, or just burn me, but either way it is bad news, and therefore I am a little nervous that, while I dodged the mass she spit at me, I did seem to get splattered with a few drops. I'm soon running again, trying to stay away from it.

I am not sure, but the thing attacking me at the end might be the monster I faced with the Doctor (as opposed to as the Doctor) in this dream last November.

11-26-2012 -- [Very little notes on this one, and a month late in entering it on the computer, so almost everything is gone. But I have had several other dreams similar to this one that got noted in much greater detail, so there are other places to see the same type of dream.]

Giant fight / chase dream, mostly taking place in a semi-lit warehouse, much like this dream. We're all dodging back and forth between tall racks of boxes and pallets of products, stacked to the ceiling. This one had a lot of Harry Potter characters in the fight, including Neville and the twins.

It starts as nothing more than some physical brawling and chasing, but soon we've got swords and knives, and things are spilling out of the warehouse/department store it started in, and we're now outside the Buena Park Mall. Neville is an ally, and Mr. Weasley seems to have been forced into the role of a reluctant opponent. In the middle of all this stumbles Susan Ivanova, who doesn't know what we're doing, but finds it pretty easy to stay out of harm's way.

[Wish I'd entered this sooner, as I'd probably remember a lot more.]

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11-26-2012 [Same night] -- Can't pull up any memories of how this started, but I seem to be Spider-Man, and I am approaching a seven floor hotel that I have to get into. I am coming at it from the back of the hotel, and between the building and I is a very large swimming pool. I decide I'll try the ol' slingshot maneuver, and shoot out a couple of web lines to some anchors, then pull myself back, and let loose.

I shoot forward with very little force, and am about to belly-flop right into the pool, so I kind of 'super-jump' it. [A type of dream jumping I've had much experience with, where you jump huge distances, by making just a normal jump, and then just willing it not to end, as the jump gets longer and longer.] There was not enough power behind my slingshot, but I just refuse to let myself drop in the pool, and keep drifting closer and closer to the hotel until I end up landing on a balcony somewhere around the third floor.

I climb inside, and quickly take the stairs up to the seventh floor, and when I come out of the stairwell, I barely manage to stay out of sight of my competition on this case ... Shawn and Gus from Psych! The worst thing about these two in this dream is one of them (almost certainly Shawn, because Gus isn't insane enough to do so) is wearing a mini-skirt, which is just wrong!

I take a ladder to the roof / penthouse area to avoid the two of them, and sneak back in right as Gus is leaving the room. (Shawn was already gone.) There are four teen girls here, and I ask them if they know what are the room numbers of the people we're looking for. They give me some clues and point me down a short corridor leading off from the main one.

I move down the corridor to the first room, which is filled with a couple of jacuzzis. There is a couple going at it in the first one. At this point, I already halfway know I am dreaming, even if it never turns fully lucid, and I've already been using tricks like the 'super-jump,' and at this point, I just kind of try to turn it into a sex dream. I don't succeed very well, however.

The second jacuzzi is filled with a bunch of teenish Japanese anime-style girls, and I jump on in, but instead of landing in the hot tub, it kind of stretches and deepens, and I find myself in a large underwater spa, where I have no problem breathing. There are couples all over the place just going at it, and the bits some of them have are very weird. Somehow this entire spa is somehow a good few centuries in the future, and everybody is just ... different. There is one young lady, perfectly formed, blonde, incredible figure, but she is about the size of a house elf! She is incredibly sexy ... but the idea of her trying to get it on with a full-size male ... no!

I finally come across one nice, reasonably attractive lady who seems to be relatively normal, and we get it on, but the lousy dream skips right over that part, and the next thing I know, she's on her way out, and so am I. As I am about to step into the pneumatic tube system that will pump me back to the surface, a nurse steps up to hand me some pills and schedule my next appointment. She tells me she hopes I enjoy my pregnancy, and I glance at the pack of pills in my hand marked something like 'For establishing male pregnancy'. What? Hell no!

I drop the pills on the ground, and almost shoot into the pneumatic tube heading for the surface. But others are blocking the tube, trying to force us back down, and threatening me, so I'm having to force my way back up. Soon I manage to fight my way back to the surface, and back into normal time, though I now have a fake ID showing I am something like 12 years older than I am, because of odd time effects.

I make a comment on time travel, and say something about how I at least don't yet have to deal with the Psi-Corp, when suddenly a nearby speaker activates, spewing forth some sort of political message in Alfred Bester's voice. The Corp is already here!

12-27-2012 -- [This goes back to some old dreams from growing up. Had hundreds of dreams like this, but almost never anymore. But I did this morning!]

First bit I can remember (might not even be same dream) I am at a repair shop where they have been looking at my scooter. I have already paid $170 in advance, and am worried about how much more I might need, because I'm out of work and really don't have any money. Thankfully, the guy has finished all repairs, and was easier than he though, and he gives me $70 of my money back! Yeah!

Soon I am a teen or even a little kid, downstairs at Sears in the Buena Park Mall. This is in the old days, before construction and things, back when the candy counter was downstairs. I am in the portion of the store where both the escalators and a stairway came down, near the pay phones and perhaps restrooms (can't remember the layout as well after so much time). There was more to this early part than I can remember, but I think I was here playing video games with Nick. (Full size machines, not the Atari games.)

At some point, I went up to the ground floor (the other floor at Sears was a lower level), and then was thinking of going back downstairs to meet my friend again. Problem is, I am standing at the escalators, ready to head down, but they've blocked off the down escalator. There are a couple of people running down the up escalator, but with my bad leg, I don't think I'd have much luck doing that, anymore. But I really want to get down there again.

Suddenly I remember the staircase also going down that is just around the corner, so I walk over to it and use it. I get halfway down, and I reach a section of the stairway that is damaged, and much more difficult to cross, but I manage without too much trouble. As I get down to the lower level, I find myself looking at a low planter of sorts (only about two bricks tall) with very light brush / landscaping in it, and among the landscaping, balloons, balloon hats, and perhaps my shows and socks (which for a moment may also be made of balloons.) I start gathering my stuff together, and I have got one shoe and put it on.

I find a basic helmet hat I had made, and somehow Nick had either made or found a cool shark balloon that he had somehow merged with the helmet hat to make a cool, more advanced version of Mark Byrne's shark hat. I am still trying to find my other shoe, and deciding I don't really have any need for any of the other balloons right now. I hear voices coming down the escalator, and find there was nothing wrong with the down escalator, they had just blocked it off because it was near closing, and they didn't want anymore people going downstairs.

It turns out it is store security on the escalator, and they are griping and complaining about having to clear out the store, and troublesome customers and the like. Very soon they are pressuring me to leave. I explain I am gathering my stuff (my current gray towel as well as shoes and socks), and I am still waiting for a friend, but it is changing from Nick to Rosemary [my current real life landlord] and some of her family. But they are pressuring me, so I take the escalator upstairs again. When I get upstairs, half the lights are off, so its kind of dim, and obviously the store has already closed.

I approach the northeast corner of the store (my northeast, since my sense of direction was off, due to a bad compass, the entire time I lived in Buena Park) and though I am not being pushed out the door right this second (the store security is still clearing the lower level) I exit a set of doors right by the corner, but facing Stanton, and find it is twilight outside, and it is snowing. I am pretty sure it is about 9 pm, and Sunday, and most of the mall closed hours ago, and Sears at least an hour ago. [In the summer it would be possible it could still be twilight at 9 pm, but in the winter it would have been pitch black.]

I thought Rosemary was right behind me, but she doesn't come out for a while. I look around for a bit, and eventually go looking for her car in the parking lot, a green Dodge Dart-type vehicle (think Chris V.) but a convertible with the roof down. I manage to find the car, and Rosemary's cell phone in it. I grab the cell phone, and with still no sign of Rosemary, start walking back to the doors I exited from.

Oddly I find the same set of doors unlocked, so I pull one open and walk back in, planning to head back to the escalators, but I hear people coming, and find I'm being yelled at by both security and store management, so I head out the doors again hoping that I didn't get myself in big trouble, didn't trigger an alarm, and thinking to myself that if they don't lock the doors they can't really blame me for coming back in.

The store just has too many doors, and I have no way of knowing for sure where Rosemary will come out [the building had three sides facing the parking lot, as well as one side leading into the mall, and I think each side had three sets of four doors, so that's a lot of exits], so as I worry of missing her, I think of calling her on the cell phone I took out of her car. The problem is, it is a fancy advertising model, oddly shaped, and styled with the Mountain Dew logo on it. Both the talk and the off buttons are hidden within the logo and hard to find. Further, I realize I don't know her phone number, and I can't find it in the phone's contact list, because she doesn't call herself much. [My mind never thinks of the fact that she can't answer if I am calling her on her phone, anyway.]

I give up on the phone, but about that time I spot her, walking through the parking lot, almost at the car. I think she has two kids with her, and I am guessing one of them is Lexi, though she looks thinner than she is now. But I am realizing if I am a young kid, she probably hasn't been born yet, and it is probably Cheryl instead. I don't want to miss my ride, so I start hurrying out toward the car, but Rosemary has already got it started up. She is heading toward me, approaching one of the little traffic lanes in the parking lot, but before I can reach her, she starts to turn.

Because I am a kid, I haven't met her yet, and so she doesn't recognize me or pay any attention when I call out to her. I wave at her, and she just waves back. I try and call out I have something for her, and reach into my jacket pocket to bring out her cell phone, but the male kid in the car (probably Jeffrey) cries out "He's going for a gun," and Rosemary floors it and is gone. Guess I can't get her cell phone back to her. I call after her, but it does no good. Guess I have to walk home.

So I slowly start walking along the side of the mall, heading for the May Company end, when I find myself being forced by traffic out to La Palma on an odd curving exit that didn't exist in the real mall parking lot. I also find myself turning into Lennier from Babylon 5, but a quite young Lennier, probably a mid-teen. The traffic is too heavy for me to find a way to cross, and there is the slightest hint of the Circus, like when Circus Vargas would use the parking lot.

Suddenly I find myself confronted by Michael Garibaldi, and we are in the bowels of Babylon 5, which is being constructed in the Buena Park Mall, and Garibaldi wants to know what I am doing here! Me, I'm just a Minbari wandering the mall parking lot, walking home in a small Earth community in the 1980s. No wonder he didn't believe me! He's being kind of threatening, when suddenly big parts of the structure around us seem to almost be collapsing down on us, with razor-like metal claws slicing out of the metal inches from our heads.

We're dodging around, trying to keep both our heads while Garibaldi is screaming something like "They promised me this had been taken care of!" and as things finally seem to be settling, and I have survived intact, I glance at a couple of sets of claws, and kind of flip them further forward, where they lock in place, and secure the beams they are parts of. As I have done this, more and more of the claws are kind of clicking into place, and it begins to seem the entire problem with things collapsing is they never locked these things in place.

We soon find ourselves in a mall-style utility corridor, but in the station, not in the mall, and we're walking to Garibaldi's office, past a couple of Londo's Centauri dancers. Somehow I say something kind of flirty to them, and wildly out of character for a Minbari, and dead silence falls for a few seconds, giving the scene a chance to finish, and finally everybody (including me) breaks into hearty laughter. The others are thinking it is just odd enough that it might be left in the episode, and I am thinking to myself that this acting gig is kind of neat, even if I am a teen again, and I might want to do it as a career.

But moments later, it is back to a real space station being built in the parking lot, and Garibaldi is escorting me out a door back to said parking lot. As we step out, though, I hear the 'dut dut dut dut dut dut dut dut' sound of bionic power being shown, and Sasquatch from the Six Million Dollar Man goes running past. Lou Ferrigno's Incredible Hulk falls out of the sky like he is completing some 100 meter jump, and the two start fighting on the back of a flatbed truck. Garibaldi thumps the back of the truck as a signal to the driver, and he starts to drive off with the behemoths still fighting on the back.

This was short enough I would have posted it with other partial dreams if I had any others available to put it with.

12-21-2012 -- [Yesterday I only had a nap, didn't sleep well, and was constantly half-woke by people texting me. I never really woke, but it kept my sleep very disturbed. Led to my dream being less storied, and much more fragments and unreal.]

This dream was a kind of a cross between a Harry Potter storyline (the characters and the war setting) with the new Runescape mini-game Player Owned Ports (the game style) and just a hint of Babylon 5 thrown in (again the war setting, and a hint of Kosh-isms.)

The way it worked out was that the voyage selection screen from POP (which gives you a choice of three voyages) took the place of the crew selection screen. There were three factions (perhaps Gryffindor, Slytherin, and the rest of the school) each with a different color, and I was Harry Potter, trying to keep them all from killing each other, because we all needed to fight together against the Death Eaters attacking the school. This is especially difficult since I really don't like most the Slytherins.

Malfoy is being a real jerk, and Snape is amazed at how well I am managing to control myself, though he is trying his best to not let me see that I've impressed him. I'm trying to send people off to different parts of the castle to work on different projects so that they'll be away from each other, and not trying to kill each other.

The bits of Kosh-isms come into play with answering questions about seemingly new things, or people who have just shown up with answers like "I have always been here."

12-18-2012 -- I am out driving, probably for a very long time, and very cross country. I find myself arguing with a friend about state borders and rivers and stuff like that, well into a very long trip. We eventually end up in Casselberry, on 17-92, just north of 436. I turn in to a business park or shopping center on the East side of the street, running an errand or just arguing with somebody or something.

When I eventually come back out, it is to a very nice sedan convertible. Couldn't tell you what kind, but very nice, attractive, beige model. I climb into the car, turn into traffic, and head south. By this point I am alone for the moment. I crank up the stereo, and have the music running through my head. [I might have woke humming it, but I am not sure.]

The brakes are not working perfectly, very soft, not much stopping power (noticing a trend here in my dreams?) and the car keeps pulling to the left. I am driving in the center of three lanes, but keep finding myself drifting into the left lane. I decide I have to do something about this. I soon find myself heading north on a narrow street, pulling up to a garage or service station.

At this point, I have the convertible, and also a large gray van, very much like the A-Team van, or the one my roommate Randy drives. It is a very old van. I find myself talking to the repair woman, who is a gorgeous blonde, kind of looks like Julie Musante (first couple of images) from the Ministry of Peace on Babylon 5, a woman about whom Ivanova commented "Captain, I think you are about to go where everyone has gone before."

She is telling me the van is very old, probably from the 70s, and it is going to take at least two days just to check over the thing and see what kind of condition it is in. The convertible will be much quicker. I ask why, and she explains, but I can't remember anything of the explanation. I am thinking of trying to hit her up for a date, when there is a yell from outside.

I step out to the curb, just do see Dale yelling, and the van disappearing around a corner. Somebody has stolen it. We climb into the convertible, and start to give chase. We head perhaps a quarter of a mile south, and turn west on a side street the van turned on, and I realize we're in England, so I turn onto the left side of the road, while reminding Dale to remind me of the proper side of the road to drive on here. In the process, we almost hit the van, which turns off of the side street, and is heading south on the street we just turned off of.

We travel maybe 2/10 of a mile down the side street to find a place we can turn around, then make it back to the main street and head perhaps another half mile south before we turn east on another side street, where we find the van parked on the north side of the street, in a driveway, on the diagonal. We pull in behind it to block it, and find two things.

One side of the van has already been painted a baby blue, as the thief tries to change it enough that people wont recognize it, and we are facing a large, thuggish punk who doesn't want to give it up. I try reasoning with him, explaining I need the van. I have no job, no money, and if I have no transportation to get around and find a job, I'll starve. He tells me he is in the same position.

He's a big, strong guy, in great shape, not a fat, out-of-shape, poor condition slob like myself, and I'm being very careful about how I speak to him, but I look at him and say surely he ought to easily be able to get work in a warehouse or digging ditches or anything like that. His reply is a surly "Don't want to." Obviously its he doesn't want a job, not he can't get one or can't do one. Accent and attitude seems rather like a stereotypical Liverpool tough from TV shows.

Anyway, we've caught him before he can paint the van, and know where he is at, and could bring the cops, so he realizes he isn't going to get away with this, and he starts to try and make a deal, instead. He really wants a cake. If I buy a cake for him, he'll give me back the van. I don't want to buy the guy a cake, of course, but I agree because it will avoid trouble, and be a halfway easy solution.

He leads me another block or two south on the main street, and the street turns to head west. Right on the south corner of that curve, he leads me to a very dirty, very dingy bakery. We walk in, and the place is a mess. There aren't many cakes, there are a ton of people in line, and it almost looks like something out of Dickens. I am glancing at the small cakes, mostly round double layer cakes of the sort you would find in supermarkets here in the states, but they are selling for prices in the range of 38 to 45 pounds each. These are expensive bloody cakes.

The lighting is very low, it is very dingy, and there is a very long line. I suspect I will have to wait in that line a couple of hours. I walk back outside, and decide if I have to wait that long, I am going to have a book to read, as I do so. I am glancing down the street at all the shops, figuring there has to be a bookstore somewhere. I am looking for a Chapters, but since this is England and not Canada, I probably should be looking for a Dillons or Heffers instead.

Last night I had a dream that I was at a beach or something, watching people playing in the ocean, when a warning came in that something had happened to create a huge tidal wave out at sea, and that we would soon be seeing waves hundreds of feet high. They evecuated the beach, of course, and pushed everybody back into the hotel to get their belongings, and then move further inland.

For some reason, though, there were a very large number of us who refused to evacuate any further. I'm in the lobby of this hotel (which is all glass, and stretches several stories high) and I'm watching these huge waves rolling up on shore, and thinking how much fun it might be to try body surfing in them.

Some of the panes of glass aren't fitted very well, and the water just comes pouring into the lobby, and rolling back out again, with 30 and 40 foot waves moving freely through the place. I try to ride on a few, but the waves are just too powerful, and I find myself being dumped in the water, pounded by it, and generally, having a fairly unpleasant time, so I write it off as a bad idea.

I manage to avoid being pulled too far out by the last wave I was in, then rode the crest of the next wave back into the lobby, and managed to grab ahold of a railing near the top of the lobby, and pull myself out of the water. But since the waves are still growing, I start running through the hotel, finding stairs to take me higher and higher.

This has a feeling of New York or something, because there are all sorts of huge buildings, but frequently they are connected by bridges or walkways or something, so I'm able to get as high as I can on one building, then run over to another, even taller building, and start climbing even further. But always, the water is just one step behind.

Eventually, I find myself in the tallest building in the area, and oddly enough, the top three stories of the building are a multi-level shopping mall. I'm on the lowest level, but I want to get to the roof, so I can be at the tallest point in the whole city, and can survive as long as possible, before the water gets me. There is one elevator which actually goes to the roof, but one needs a special key to use it.

I find somebody in mall security who has already been overwelmed by the waves, and I take their key, but annoyingly, I can no longer find the one elevator which will go to the roof. Its getting harder and harder to avoid the waves, as the water is already starting to flood the lowest level of the mall, but I notice that the roof is tiered, and I can actually get out onto it through a window, then run around to another, higher part of the roof.

As I'm just beginning to reach the top of the roof, I see there is a single rescue helicopter waiting to take a few people to safety. I am running for it, and find the helicopter is being piloted by Captain Sheridan of Babylon 5, and they are almost full. Unfortunately, there is only room for one more person aboard, and they make the choice to take Sixx aboard, instead of me. (I swear, I'm not making this up ... I really dreamed it.)

I'm disappointed, but it is their helicopter, and they can make whatever choices they want to, and I acknowledge their right to do so, even as I doubt their wisdom. (And understand, I don't really know Sixx ... I just know the trouble they used to have with him at the Cafe.)

So I'm on the top of the highest roof, and more and more people are joining me, at the highest point we can reach, and we are watching the waves rise higher and higher, realizing we have only a few more minutes before we'll drown.

That's when the flying saucers appear, and start beaming us all up. As they explain they'll be taking us to a new place to live, where we can start our lives over again, they are lecturing us on Ayn Rand's beliefs, and explaining how that is how the new land we're going to is run, and we'd better get used to it. I, of course, am quite happy to hear it.

Once we reach the new land, however, they need people to build the elevators that allow us to get around, and it is dangerous work, since it means climbing around these (currently) empty elevator shafts, preparing them for use. I'm jumping around happily, pleased to find I've got something worthwhile to do.

11-16-2012 -- Lost the earlier bits, whatever they might have been. But there was something earlier, because I was coming from somewhere and from doing something when I find myself approaching a Circle K in Altamonte. But as it is, don't know what led me there.

But as I enter this Circle K, I find a lot of people who are drinking some sort of Blue Cherry Pepsi that looks like it would be a raspberry soda, except the name is certainly cherry. I'm considering looking around for one, wanting to try it, but the little kids who are running around me can't quit talking about how good of a snow cone it makes, and I have to admit that sounds good.

Somehow there are these odd hanging containers of shaved ice for the snow cones on the product racks on the shelves, but of course all the shaved ice inside is melting and dripping all over the floor. I grab a snow cone cup and fill in with some of the ice, then head to the counter to get more ice and some flavoring.

The person at the counter takes my money and fills up cup up nicely with ice (somehow seems like far more ice is put in than could ever fit) and adds a lot of flavoring, but then she never ends up handing the cup back to me. I wait for a bit, but more and more customers keep coming in, and soon the mayor of Altamonte (who seems to be Kristian Truelsen) comes in and is giving some sort of award or something, and I have no luck getting the lady's attention to actually get my snow cone back.

I decide I'll try the drive-thru and see if I can get her attention that way. I exit the building and climb in to what seems to be my dad's truck. (A somewhat large work truck with all sorts of tool boxes and things on it.) I can't drive it very well, and keep ending up in narrow areas rather than the proper drive-thru lane, but eventually I reach the window, and finally manage to get my snow cone. Problem is, with all the time we've wasted, its half melted.

I drive across the street to the parking lot of a gym, and park, then try to eat the snow cone. Problem is, it tastes utterly horrible, and all waxy. I think it is some sort of buildup coming off the paper cup and onto the ice, but for some reason, it spreads, so that there may be a tiny half-inch cylinder of ice in the middle of the snow cone that doesn't taste bad. I toss the darn thing away.

By this point I am now inside the gym, and seem to be being attacked by Mayor Kris and his thugs. They are kind of chasing me around, and I end up somehow kind of creating some sort of clear bubble around them that traps them and floats in the air. I'm just kind of forcing the bubbles to appear around them, and they are stuck there, just kind of floating in mid-air. As I manage to trap them all, Kristian kind of turns into some sort of evil version of Santa Claus, and is swearing he'll have his revenge.

I find myself standing in the middle of an intersection, with cars zooming all around me. I am somehow forcing them to stay in their proper lanes as they turn the corners to avoid hitting me, and this makes some of them angry. The ones that start getting too angry, I kind of point to the subway stations, where people are waiting for trains to arrive.

At one of these subway stations, I find myself facing somebody in one of the blue uniforms of EarthForce Security from Babylon 5. The random security guard is joined by Claudia Christian. (Not Susan Ivanova, Claudia Christian.) Somehow I have gone back in time, and wherever I am is where they are filming the second season of Babylon 5. As we stand here in the subway station (which may somehow be the film set for the station) I am telling both actors how much I enjoy the show.

Somehow there is something about the extremely minimal bedroom that Bruce Boxleitner is staying in, and then things change to where I may be staying in another such minimal hotel room with Claudia. Hey, this could be a really cool dream if I didn't wake up right at this point!

08-24-2012 -- [Recently I have been concentrating on and working on my dreams. I am remembering more, writing more down, and having a few more lucid dreams. I have also noticed a marked increase in waking up, writing down long dreams, having a hard time getting back to sleep, and then finding my next dream connects to the one before. This dream was dreamed a couple of hours after The Life and Times of Harry Potter, Warlock, above, and was kind of a continuation, of sorts.]

I am still a massively powerful Harry Potter, and still living in the Hickory house, but this time I am also myself. (Last dream I was Harry Potter ... this dream it is myself as Harry Potter, if you get what I mean.) There are still hints of the sexuality and passion of the last dream, but this time without any actual touching involved.

I keep finding myself looking out the sliding glass door to the patio, sometimes even going out there, and perhaps bits of adventure, though that part I cannot remember. Suddenly, Don Dunn is there, making some kind of arrangements with me in regards to a vehicle. He isn't giving me a car, but it is still quite important, and I am quite pleased with it. Some kind of paperwork or something. Anyway, we are almost finished when he wanders off to check with somebody else about something. I wait a few seconds, then try to follow him through the house.

As I reach the living room, I glance out the sliding glass door to see a huge face appear in the sky in front of Ivanova. This thing is huge, massive, and almost psychedelically colorful, kind of a cross between the real First One this scene was reminiscent of and Galactus. It is massive, powerful, and almost entirely a psychic/mental being, rather than physical. I am wondering if this thing might be powerful enough that even I couldn't take it out.

It is warning us to get out of the area, not being pushy, but trying to protect us. An enemy First One is also here, and it is trying to keep us apart. The enemy First One attacks the friendly one, and it is also almost entirely mental/psychic, but it is shaped like a Trek shuttlecraft. The friendly being keeps the enemy drawn to itself, so we can get away.

I am still staring out the same sliding glass door, but it is now on a space ship in deep space, and I am not only myself and Harry Potter, but also Captain Sheridan, and I am wondering if Garibaldi has gotten around to betraying me yet, before I suddenly wake up in a tilting bed because one of the supports has broken again. Then I really wake up.

[Real life influences my dreams again as I just was given a car by a friend because mine broke down, but I picked it up from Don Dunn's shop. Also, the supports on my bed have broken a couple of times in the past, leaving the bed tilting with one or two corners on the ground, but when I really woke up, the bed was still holding together ... for the moment.]

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!]