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    1. Non-Powered Slayer Working in England

      by , 09-18-2013 at 02:31 PM
      09-18-2013 -- Running around in England, half with a local girl, half with my friend BC, who has decided she wants to be a sort of slayer, running patrols and trying to protect the people in the area, except that she has no super strength, no powers, and really not much to defend herself with.

      So it is kind of late in the evening, and we're running around some dark, cramped, and dirty streets, some bad sections of town, and we've heard some sort of prophecy about some dangerous rocks or something, and we're running up and down these streets, looking for any trouble. But as we make our way up one street, checking the shops on both sides of the street as we move along, we reach the end, and start back down the same street.

      We get maybe two or three shops down before I realize that we checked both sides of the street on the way up ... it is wasteful for us to be checking the same street on the way down again, so I lead us through an alley to the next street over, and we start looking through it.

      There is a small sort of statuary here, and it feels like it might tie in with the rocks a little bit, but we find no sign of any bad guys. But as we keep making our way through, we start to notice some of the Adventurers Club performers around, and they are doing some sort of craft thing. I think Graham is leading it, but Philip and Joe are also here, and though Graham is kind of friendly, the other two seem a little more stuck up, like they really don't think we can do much with these crafts. Unfortunately, they may be right.

      It seems to involve taking logs (that are very quickly turning into very small twigs) and twisting and bending them into interesting shapes. We have no supplies because we didn't know we were going to be here, but I grab a small log out of a trash dumpster, and start peeling off spare branches and the like. Problem is, as things are shrinking, they are also becoming more and more brittle, and soon instead of a nicely bent up little creation, I simply have a handful of inch long twigs. I toss them aside, and get back to hunting trouble-makers.

      We run down another street, where BC kind of warns off a couple of her girlfriends, and finds some guy who is hitting on her and wanting to date her. Since it is late at night and a bad area, and all the rest, even if this guy isn't too bad, I can't help but feel that her parents are not going to be too happy about this, and as they kind of start to materialize next to me as I think about them, I'm right. They aren't happy.

      But it turns out the guy is bad, and one of the problems we expected. He pulls a knife on BC, and she knocks it out of his hand with a kick. So instead he grabs a gun, and starts to try and aim it at her, and I start running for the scene. He's rather incompetent, and his first couple of shots miss, but he is getting closer and closer, making dodging more and more difficult. Meanwhile, the gun is getting bigger and bigger. What started out as a pistol or revolver first grows into more of a rifle or shotgun, then some sort of very large mounted gun, perhaps about 12 feet long, with about a 90 mm diameter gun barrel that the thug is only aiming ... his partner on the other end has to 'pull the trigger' so to speak.

      BC is trying to throw herself in front of this thing, to protect others, not realizing she is the one who needs protection, and I am trying desperately to get there first. I know she has no powers, but I just have this feeling that if I focus on it correctly, I can sort of adapt my bad luck to turn it into bad luck for others. I manage to shove BC out of the way, and throw myself in front of the barrel, and there is a loud sort of crack as the guy shoots. The huge shell explodes through the barrel and reaches me at the end, and ... nothing happens for a few seconds.

      The crook aiming the gun sort of looks at me like 'Huh?' but his partner realizes that all that energy is going to have to go somewhere, and turns around and starts to bolt! Seems like a good idea to me, and I throw myself at BC, trying to cover her from the explosion as the large gun blows to bits, taking the thug who was aiming it with him.

      BC's parents are there almost immediately, laying into their daughter and having it out with her about this foolish idea, while I can't help but think that just because we took out one or two thugs doesn't mean that there is no more trouble around here. I start to look around and find indications of more problems, but as I try to get BC's attention, she doesn't seem to be interested, anymore.

      So I wander over to a small shop where I hear voices raised, and find four elderly American tourists laying into a Middle Eastern looking fellow, about the evil thing that he was just doing. Somehow they don't seem to realize that he could do evil things to them. Meanwhile, he is crouching over a large barrel of water, and as he works with it, the swarthy coloring seems to be washing off of him, and he turns out to be a pasty white Englishman who has been disguising himself as a Middle Eastern guy to hide his identity. And since they know this, they are in trouble.

      He is reaching for the first of them, seemingly about to strange him, when I jump in and grab him. His three partners are also approaching. I start to wrestle with the guy, and the four old tourists keep telling him off, and I stare at them in amazement before telling them to shut up and run, before one or more of them get hurt. They finally seem to realize they are in danger, and start to scatter. Three of their fellows follow, as I wrestle with the fourth, but it takes me a couple of minutes for me to put him down, and I only succeed when I break off one of his hands and leave him in a crumpled heap on the ground.

      I start down the alley that the tourists ran down, followed by the other three crooks, but I am a couple minutes behind, and am afraid I will lose them, so I leap into the air and try to fly, hoping I will move really fast and be able to catch up. Unfortunately, while I can kind of float, I have no speed, and it might be even a tad slower than running. I can't see any of them (the crooks or tourists), until I finally run into a sort of Arab laundry or something (or at least something pretending to be), and find one of the bad guys, who becomes no problem as I quickly break off his thumb. Then I wake up. Fun dream.
    2. Driving in England and Sleeping in a Church

      by , 07-20-2013 at 02:07 AM
      07-16-2013 -- I find myself driving around in Cambridge, England (at first) though slowly it morphs to London, England. I have no map, I just seem to know the general layouts of the streets from all my past dreams here. While I am still in Cambridge, I find myself thinking I might go visit Diane Farrow for a bit (the person who provided a room for me while I spent a sememster studying in England). I think she is just a couple blocks away, but as I am traversing those couple blocks, the shift to London occurs.

      I am soon driving up a hill in a little yellow car, but end up having to stop because there is a lorry sprawled across the roadway unloading Subway sandwiches for the large church we are driving past, but doing so very slowly. I am considering trying to back up out of the area, but a huge tractor trailer has pulled up behind me, and he is already trying to back up, and pulverising a couple of parked cars in the process, so I think I'd just better wait a bit. Soon the Bobbies have arrived, and are threatening the unloaders to get a move-on, so things finally start to clear up.

      As I head further up the hill and prepare to make a right turn from the right lane I am in to the right lane of the street I am turning on, I am mentally congratulating myself for remembering to drive on the left. [I'm not, I'm driving on the right but calling it the left. But so is everybody else in the dream, so eh ....] Soon I have parked the car (in London? Now I know I am dreaming) and am walking along on foot, considering inexpensive things like walking tours, since I have somehow made this trip to England with almost no money. Dale has found a church where they will let us sleep in the pews at night, but right now it is the middle of the day, and they are about to provide a meal.

      There are some odd theme park-like queue lines that involve climbing up and around scenery, and somehow Dale has gotten several places ahead in line, and I am trying to catch up. Oddly, somebody behind me in the line starts to cut my hair, trimming out the oddly dyed pink bits that I somehow know I got in another dream, even if I can't remember such a dream.

      I'm now around the back side of the church, wandering around two or three large buildings, and the queues have dispersed and Dale is not in sight, so I am trying to figure out where to go. The building directly ahead of me somehow looks a bit too fancy to be where destitute tourists would eat, so I keep walking, and soon find myself right behind a guard who seems to be preparing for a visit from the queen, and is really starting to question my presence here. He eventually sics a large German Shepherd on me, and I end up wrestling with the dog, but he doesn't really try to hurt me, just chews on my hand a little bit, and is a friendly sort ... to me.

      Soon I find I have circled the entire building, and am back near the posh entrance that I doubted was the right one. This time I continue up to the entrance and find myself in a sort of buffet line, being offered all kinds of meat that might be somewhat common in England, but it much less so in America, such as venison, lamb and the like. But I never do catch up with Dale.
    3. Neville and Poker, Midget Wrestling, and England Travels

      by , 07-20-2013 at 02:02 AM
      07-15-2013 -- I am standing around Fullerton College, visiting with people and talking to Neville Longbottom. He needs to find a way to make money, and somebody suggests a high-stakes poker game, but he declines, saying he knows how they collect what they are owed if you lose money, and he needs all his limbs, thank-you-very-much! I try to make a joke, saying maybe he ought to try testing new drugs. I did, made a lot of money, and it never had any effect on me, ::spasm, seizure, drool:: but it falls flat. Never was very good at telling jokes.

      Unfortunately, talking about the tough guys seems to bring them about, and they are suddenly after us, even without losing in any high-stakes poker matches. In the process of running from them, we find ourselves in the world of the Wheel of Time, being chased by dark friends as we try to both protect and limit some of the control of the Aes Sedai, while behind us there is a ring where midget wrestling is going on. I don't know why, but every single midget hates every single non-midget, and they are all trying to attack us every chance they get, while we defend ourselves as best we can while trying to ensure nobody gets seriously hurt.

      Eventually I escape from that mess, and do a little travel that leaves me arriving in a small sea port where there are lots of small stalls selling sea-related items like carp and sardines and nets and things. There is also a huge six-floor branch of Harrod's, which seems tremendously out of place in this tiny harbor. I am considering going inside and looking for travel guides, which I have decided I want to collect. Soon I have moved inland a little bit, and find myself standing on a slight slope leading to the entrance of some ancient stone works, or perhaps some kind of coal mine, and somehow I know I am somewhere in Gloughchester or Glastonbury or some such area in England.
    4. Doctor Who and the Amusement Park

      by , 05-16-2013 at 05:56 AM
      1-16-2011 -- Will try to remember more of start if I can. First part I can remember at the moment is that I am with the 10th Doctor, and we're on a highway in England. Drivers have been getting killed, and we're trying to figure out how and why and what is happening. We've just come across one woman who looks like Margaret Thatcher, and she's dying, not dead yet, but she is in the last few seconds. The Doctor sees a slight white spot on her face, almost like the red dot of a laser sight, and suddenly she is dead.

      We're almost following a sort of list of the people who are going to die. We've been told ahead of time, but we can't really do anything about it. We just know who, right in their last few seconds. We continue on, splitting up a bit. I suddenly find myself near another woman who is dying, and I am trying to position myself so that I can attempt to block the little white dot, yet I don't want it to get me, either. This time the woman is dying, but it is a very slow process. I'm trying to think of any way to help her or save her, but nothing comes to mind.

      She is just laying there, having a slightly hard time breathing, barely able to mutter anything, getting closer and closer to death. It takes her about 15 minutes to die, with nothing happening the entire time, except her laboured breathing. Then she finally passes, and I gently close her eyes. In the back of my mind, I'm thinking that this episode has now officially been padded to make it a two-parter, because 15 minutes of watching a person barely breath while nothing happens is very boring television.

      The Doctor and I continue on, and we've soon moved into a sort of a wilderness area. The Doctor has been talking to some people, and somehow teleports away to another place, saying he'll be back, and asking us to see what we can find here. I find myself looking at some scruffy guys standing around talking, and one of them is using the Doctor's sonic screwdriver. I know I also have my own version of the sonic screwdriver, but I don't know any of these people, and I don't think they trust me much, even though I came with the Doctor.

      The guy who seems to be in charge of things says to follow him, and starts walking down the path. He seems to think we might be followed or something, so he is doing things like randomly change directions, or double back on his own path, or loop around in odd patterns, but since the area is a wide-open meadow, I don't get why. Anybody watching could see everything he does, anyway. But we all follow the same odd path, and I'm telling myself unlikely as it seems, there might be something I can't see which causes him to act this way.

      He leads us for a bit, and eventually we come to what seems to be an old, beat up, abandoned computer lab. There are maybe 20 or 30 tables with twice as many computers sat on them. The cases have been torn open, they are being salvaged for parts, and there is no electricity in this place, anyway. The guy starts messing with some of the wires in one of the computers, and is talking about what a great engineer he is, and he manages to make a small bit of land (perhaps about an acre) tear out of the ground and float maybe 50 feet into the air for a couple of seconds before it drops back down. But that's all he can do with it.

      A second group calls out that they have managed to do the same thing, and proudly cause another small bit of land to rise for a few seconds. But again, they cannot make anything else happen. I ask "What if you both concentrate on the same plot at the same time? Maybe either the concentration of power or the conflict of the two separate forces will change something?" The engineer dude that has been in charge points me at another of the cases, and urges me to tear in and try my idea. "Um ... I'm afraid I'm more of a software guy, myself," I tell him. "I know nothing of wiring and engineering." He's utterly disgusted with me, and writes me off as a total loss.

      So we've been here for a little while, and he suddenly asks where some girl is, just as she walks into the area. As she enters she has a different name (that I can't remember) than she does later in the dream. Something about the timing of wondering about her right as she shows up worries me, but I ignore it.

      The guy pulls out a map, and begins to lead us on a path to the east. We're walking along, and somehow I now have the map, and we're following the others, but I'm getting a little bit behind. As I do, the girl glances at the map, and glances around the area, and asks "What's missing?" I look, and can't see anything missing. She asks again "What's missing?" like it is a vitally important question, so I start looking around. To the south, I see vaguely medieval looking buildings. I compare them to the map, and the rough forms match up with the map pretty well. Further east, where the others have continued on, goes off the end of the map, but nothing is missing, it is just off the scope of the area the map covers. Then I look to the north.

      There is a bit of a fenced in area, where it is hard to see what is inside, but when I look on the map, it doesn't show anything there. That's what's missing. We find a gap in the fence, and push our way through. I find myself looking at a very small and very rickety corkscrew roller coaster. It's like a kids version of a coaster, with a smaller coaster train that only little kids could fit into, and at the highest points, it doesn't get more than 20 or 25 feet in the air. And yet it is a real corkscrew coaster, with three or four inversions visible around the place. And it is very old and half off the tracks, and very broken down.

      As I try to walk through the area, I see the corkscrew track is interwoven with some kind of flying mouse ride of about the same scale, with individual cars rather than trains on the track. Somehow these things are still running, but very slowly. I am trying to walk through the area, while dodging the vehicles. With the flying mouse, it is easy, but the corkscrew trains are much harder, and the space is so limited. At one point I misjudge things, and get hit by one of the corkscrew trains, but it is running so slowly and weakly, that nothing happens except it causes the train to stop.

      There doesn't seem to be anything else to discover in this small section, so the girl and I head a little further north, ducking out of this wooden-fenced area, and then finding a way to enter the next fenced area, which is surrounded by the easy to see through chain link fence. As we're looking in, we find ourselves looking at what seems to be a carnival set-up. The kinds of rides you carry on the back of a truck, small booths to sell cotton candy and the like, carnival stuff. The girl is really excited, and goes running inside. I follow just slightly slower, and lose sight of her.

      Unfortunately, I only get a few yards in, when a gang of toughs start to show themselves. They are quietly ranting and raving about how bad their universe is, how everything is falling apart, and how the world is coming to an end. And they are very firm about the fact that it is all Michael Eisner's fault, with what he did to Disney. And since he's an American, and I'm an American, they are going to take it out on me. They advance on me, and I'm trying to back away, but they've got me surrounded. They are trying to stick me with needles and drug me, and I feel the pricks as they succeed.

      I'm desperately trying to get away, and manage to stumble back out of the section, but they keep following me, and I am getting more and more dizzy, and am starting to fall to the ground. The girl is back, but the others are ignoring her, and she is just standing over me, leering. I start calling out for her help, just calling her name a few times, but she does nothing but grin at me. I'm just crying out "Pepper ... Pepper ... Pepper ...." as I pass out ... and wake up.
    5. Fighting Demons and Meeting David Tennant and his Bat'leth Again

      by , 05-15-2013 at 03:10 PM
      Posted this many months ago, but through some sort of forum glitch, it was replaced with a different dream that was already listed. And since it was a good one, I wanted to make sure it was still available on here:

      11-25-2012 -- At a hotel somewhere like New York or something, and interacting with Xander Harris (Buffy the Vampire Slayer character). I think we're busting into different rooms and killing demons or something. Very fast, very violent, and a lot of dusting going on. We're on the top two floors of the hotel, the penthouse and just below, and going back and forth between floors a lot to be sure we get everybody.

      I guess we eventually finish, because I soon find myself exiting the hotel. Its still either New York or maybe downtown Orlando. Orlando would make more sense, since I run into Bonnie C waiting for a bus. We end up walking and talking for a bit, just chatting and hanging out, then I end up driving off. I'm not sure if I am in a car or maybe on a segway ... things keep shifting. I find myself driving along a wharf near a medium-sized ship.

      There are some cops nearby, and I am trying to stop, and really having problems with it, but they don't seem to care enough to go chasing after me, which is nice. Somehow I lose control of what is becoming more a segway all the time, and end up plowing right into the water and under the boat, right as it is starting to pull out. I'm being sucked under it, and having to avoid any damage from the propellers, or getting pulled into its wake, only to discover it is some kind of simulator, and not a real boat, so there really isn't too much danger.

      I soon exit, dripping wet, into a gift shop, where I drop a bunch of cheap trinkets while I try to talk to the cashier, and make sure I've avoided any trouble. Soon I walk out of the shop and find myself in downtown London, and it feels a lot like some of my older dreams shortly after my semester studying in England.

      As I walk down the block, I run into David Tennant, who is dressed like the Doctor, but isn't playing him right now. We're standing next to a somewhat decrepit old building, and he is holding a large, double Klingon Bat'leth (kind of like the double pick from Stealing Creation in Runescape) which almost seems to be made out of plexiglass. He is using it almost like a pick-axe to sort of 'mine' the building.

      The first time he does this, he manages to pull out a very cool looking black cat figurine with emerald eyes. The second time he doesn't come up with anything, but the third time he manages to free a gorgeous half-nude blonde in an odd bikini-ish outfit. He just kind of dusts her off and sends her on her way, but she is very hot!

      I ask him if he is doing anything the next couple of months, then cringe and blush and say "That came out very, very wrong. Are you performing in a play anywhere over the next couple of months, since I'm in town and could get a ticket!" He isn't, but its still cool to get to hang out with him for a bit and shoot the breeze while he brings down buildings and finds treasure in his spare time.
    6. Fighting Demons and Meeting David Tennant and his Bat'leth

      by , 12-30-2012 at 04:23 AM
      11-27-2012 -- I've been dealing with several different sorts of jobs throughout this dream, including security work, courier stuff and mystery shopping, all kind of mixed together. Hey it all involves some driving around. I soon find myself in the office being told off by somebody who is either Laurie or perhaps Sheila S., and they are yelling me up one side and down the other, blaming me for late deliveries and the like, threatening to fire me if delivery speeds don't pick up.

      The problem is, the delays that are making things late are all their fault, and I soon find myself on the edge of just screaming back at them. But I know if I do, I'll be fired on the spot, so I am trying desperately to hold my temper. I fear if I open my mouth, I may quit before they have a chance to fire me!

      So finally, I just grab a list of 'deliveries' (which are in fact a bunch of seeds to be planted) and head for the door. John (Courier Express) tries to stop me on the way out, and tells me I'm not doing so bad, the others are just over-reacting, and tells me to just get out there and plant these as quickly as I can. AAUUGGHH!!

      I need to get 11 seeds planted, or maybe it is 15, as fast as I can. I am wearing my balloon apron, but instead of balloons, it is stocked with seeds. The first plot I come to is a square, right outside the office, not an allotment patch. I think I plant some kind of tree. Just a few steps away is the ectovial farm patch, and I think I plant watermelons there. (This is a spot that has been in several dreams recently.)

      I sort through the other seeds, and I've got seeds for maple and willow trees, flowers, all kinds. I'm walking along the side of a road that seems familiar from other dreams, and it is almost more like Farmville than Runescape. Several of the patches that I am walking by have been pulled up by the city, because it has been so long since the last time I dealt with these. One of the patches, near the entrance of a park, is hard and rocky. It has really dried out, and might need some real work to get it back in shape. Another seems to have been entirely paved over. I'm avoiding cars and motorcycles entering the park as I clear weeds from other patches and start to replant them.
    7. The Blonde Mechanic and the English Thug Van Thief

      by , 12-20-2012 at 08:21 PM
      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.
    8. Car Wrecks, Disney, and a Flesh Eating Plague

      by , 10-11-2012 at 06:24 PM
      10-10-2012 -- I think I am out somewhere on Disney property, perhaps around the general Pleasure Island area. I am being driven around in my new white car by Chris Bean, whose driving, unfortunately, has not improved. Within a mile or two, there is a car stopped in front of us that he hasn't noticed until too late, and he suddenly slams on the brakes. The car spins out like it was on snow in Omaha with no tread, (uncontrollable O-turn) then with a horrid crunch, the back of my car slams into the other car, doing great damage to both of them.

      Chris screams "Run!" and we both burst out of the car and run off. We seem to be in a downtown area that seems very familiar, and I think I remember it from other dreams. It might be London, it might not. Anyway, we are running three or four blocks to where I think I might have another car. The car Chris just crashed was an off-white, slightly bulky station wagon.

      Suddenly I find myself inside the Magic Kingdom, no idea why. I am on Main Street, kind of browsing the shops, and it seems a show has just gotten out, and I see some performers I know from the Adventurers Club walking past. One is Phil Card, another looks familiar, and might be the English Hathaway. Suddenly they are even dressed in Club costumes, though they weren't a minute ago. There are two female performers, but they aren't in Club costumes, and I don't recognize them. One is a white blonde who is really small, even smaller than the redheaded performer whose name I don't remember at the moment. The other is a big black woman who I think I know from TV, but in the dream I just can't place. In real life, it might have been Roz from Night Court.

      I seem to be being followed by a couple of people who are trying to get me to do a balloon gig, but are warning me they can't pay me enough. On the other hand, they are telling me they are going to pay me twice for the same job, since there are two guests of honor, and since the two payments add up to about $120, I'm quite happy with that for a two hour gig. Problem is, they want to keep talking about it, and are going on and on, so I eventually duck into the tobacco shop on Main Street just to escape.

      They follow me, but they turn into Joel and Cheyanne, a friend, and a couple of their kids. I am trying to avoid them, they are trying to catch up with me, and Joel is stumbling around because he is blocking his face with his hands. It seems the old tobacco ads in the store have too attractive of women on them. Joel has somehow gotten addicted to pornography, but is trying to fight the addiction off, so he refuses to see the posters.

      I sneak off, going up and down the escalators that sure don't belong on an old-time Main Street, and Joel & Chey give up and start to wander off. Moments later they have piled into a sedan, and are about to drive off when I show up to hitch a ride. Within a few moments the car turns into my old light green station wagon, which they now somehow own. They are driving me to a rental car place or something, but Joel can't drive, either, and is soon almost running down kids in a crosswalk. He fears he may have hit one, and we're soon out of the car and looking around.

      We're now back in the downtown area from earlier that might be London, and Joel & Cheyanne quickly disappear. I am looking for two of my cars which I know should be somewhere close. I pass the pale green station wagon that Joel was just driving, but keep looking. Soon I come across the white car, but I remember that Chris Bean crashed it, and it is now a wreck. Actually the car I want is the one that I just walked by a few minutes ago. So I turn around and try to find my way back to the green station wagon.

      I am walking down one street where some police suddenly burst into the street with a bloody looking woman who almost seems to be some sort of zombie. Unfortunately her head kind of explodes, and suddenly there are fumes in the air that seem to be releasing some horrible sort of plague that may kill off half the world population. I rush out of there, not wanting to be affected.

      I run around a corner and see some more police, and am about to stop and ask them some questions, when I realize I know them. It is Horatio and his crew from CSI:Miami. But I realize that is a television show, so they must be filming an episode, and they certainly won't appreciate it if I walk into the scene asking questions. So I just keep looking for my car. I finally find it parked next to a curb around another corner.

      I turn to look at something for just a moment, and when I look back, the car is moving, being towed away. I am horrified, and start running after it calling for the guy to wait. I catch up with him about 70 yards down the street, and beg him to give me my car back. He tells me I'll have to pay for it, and I am scared I won't have the money since I'm broke and unemployed, but he tells me he needs $5 to release it, and when I look in my pocket I have a $50 bill. So he lets me have my car.

      It is filled with tons of my stuff, and I am kind of glancing through it, but I climb in and prepare to drive off. I want to go back the way I came, but behind me there is some sort of parade going on, with tons of black people. So I have to go forward, instead. I turn off on a small street, figuring I will wait for them to pass, then go back, but they follow me, so I still have to keep going in a different direction than I want.
    9. Framed by Bullies and on the Run in England

      by , 08-11-2012 at 01:41 AM
      08-07-12 -- I'm outside some sort of diner somewhere, no idea where, and I'm just about to climb into my car, but I'm having to deal with a bunch of young punks in the area, trying to stir up trouble. Just as I am about to drive away, the worst of the local punks pulls up in a fancy extended bed pick-up truck. The kid is either the obnoxious Kobra Kai from Karate Kid or the punk from Heavenly Kid, slim blond haired punk. Anyway, he drives into the parking garage outside the diner and starts shooting things up. I pull out my digital camera, and start snapping a few pictures of him and the damage he is doing.

      Still trying to leave, but now some of the other punks are trying to blame the damage he did on me, and I'm afraid if I just drive off, I'll make myself look guilty. Soon I am in a friend's car, instead, but he is a horrible driver, and quickly runs into something. We pull the car free, and he backs up, but is then driving on the wrong side of the road, and wherever we move to, he is in the wrong place to pick us up.

      Soon we're kind of being chased by a cop, and we're trying to stay out of his way and out of sight. Instead, we're soon eating lunch with him, and he is the parent of one of my friends. (And actually he's Captain Stacy from the new Spider-Man movie.) He doesn't like me, because he kind of believes what the punks have told him, blaming me for the damage at the diner.

      After we finish eating, the punk in the truck is back. He is trying to threaten me, but I try to make a deal with him. I show him the photographic proof of him shooting up the diner. He says he'll beat me up and steal the camera, but I tell him he doesn't have the negatives. He tells me he does too have negatives, and pulls some out to show me, but I tell him he doesn't have the negatives of my photos showing his guilt. I tell him I have them hidden away, but if he'll make a deal with me, I won't turn them in to the cops.

      He asks what the deal is. I tell him he can't pick on us anymore, he has to tell his friends that we're 'all right.' and he has to help us with a few very minor favors in the future. He counters with the first two parts, but only one future favor, and I agree. He drives off and leaves us alone. Now Captain Stacy is mad at me, saying I perverted the course of justice. I pointed out that even when I explained who did do the damage, he was trying to pin it on me, so I don't really care about his opinion.

      About this time, I find myself standing next to a vending machine and starting to hit the coin return to see if it will give me any change. Somehow instead of change, dollars start coming out, and I'm sticking my hand further and further in the slot pulling out more and more bills until soon I'm pulling hundreds and hundreds of bills out of an ATM machine and sticking huge wads of cash in my pockets. Nice!

      By this point, it is 20 pound notes I am pulling from the machine, and I am in England. The cop is still chasing me, and there are hints of past dreams I've dreamed, including the NCIS/goblin dream. There is also something about some lady who I somehow changed a bit (like Arthur Stuart in the Alvin Maker books which I've just been listening to), and because of this, they are accusing me of killing her.

      I'm still running from the cop, and start looking for a bus, hoping I can jump on it and get away. I am looking for signs for the bus going to Cambridge, but I think to myself that might take too long, and start heading for the train station, instead.
    10. No Brakes in a Non-Existent Car

      by , 08-02-2012 at 05:47 AM
      07-24-2012 -- I'm in my room in a house where I am renting a room, and it seems like Randy (one of the roommates where I currently live) and I are sharing a room. There is very thick dust everywhere, and it is obvious nothing has been dusted in years. There is a third roommate here, as well, and he has a slim black girlfriend. I'm thinking about asking the others for some help in maybe dusting a little, but figure I am not going to ask until the girl friend leaves. But Randy already has a can of Pledge, and is starting to work.

      He's dusting a table, and to help him out, I start picking up the stuff sitting on the table. He asks me where I am going to put it, and I admit, right back where I picked it up from, but in the meantime, he'll be able to dust more of the table. Mom is there, as well, though she doesn't seem to actually do anything.

      Soon things shift, and I am driving in the city centre of either Cambridge or London, and am thinking about the recent visit I made to the museum in another dream. Strangely, though I could have sworn I posted that dream, I cannot currently find it. In the car with me are mom, Randy, and the black girl friend. I'm turning a corner, and suddenly the brakes don't work, and I find myself jumping a curb onto a lawn, and hit a couple of wooden posts that help me to stop.

      I'm right next to a broken down car, and suddenly a police car pulls up next to both of us. I'm worried the cop is going to give me a ticket, but he seems to be ignoring me. I can't go forward, and I have cars to the left and the right, so all I can do is start to slowly back out, but the brakes are still not working, and I am worried about them. I'm being very slow and careful, but as I approach the curb, I am afraid I'll shoot right back out into the intersection, so I open the door and stick out my foot, using it to brake.

      I'm still on the grass, right at the edge of the curb, and now the cop is watching me, so I want to be very sure I keep control of the car. I decide I better carry it to the street. But when I turn around, it suddenly isn't there. So I bend over and pick up a large nothing, and very carefully set it down in the street. I'm still worried about the brakes in my, now non-existent, car, but the black girlfriend tells me to just add some brake fluid and I ought to be fine. I seem to remember an Auto Zone about a half-mile down the road, so I figure I can get some fluid there.

      The car still isn't there, so I very carefully climb into nothing and mime taking a seat. None of the passengers have any problem doing the same thing. As we're just sitting there in thin air and about to start driving, a young kid comes up to us and fastens a Pleasure Island wrist band around my wrist. He starts nattering on about saving seats for me and collectibles and stuff. As he runs off, I tell the others he is a great kid, but I don't know why he is saving seats for me at a Disneyland stage show when I am currently closest to Euro Disneyland.

      We start driving, and I realize I am on the wrong side of the road, but so are most of the other cars. In my dreams, most people in England seem to be tourists who can't remember which side of the road to drive on. We keep kind of drifting from one side of the road to the other. Meanwhile, this road in England seems to be Euclid Avenue, and the shop I seem to remember is just a couple of doors down from Euclid and Malvern / Chapman in Fullerton. But it is in England.

      I'm nearly to the building I am looking for, but it is no longer an Auto Zone, but a photography store being run from an old house. We step inside, and I really need to buy some of the flat round batteries for my camera, but I don't have any money. But I remember that I don't have a car, either, and that hasn't stopped me, so I just reach into my pocket and pull out nothing, which I figure I'll use to pay for the batteries. That was I don't have to borrow money from mom.

      All the people who work in the shop are females, and somehow I know they are all werewolves and vampires, though it doesn't seem to be affecting them right now. I've been here before, and the woman who owns the place remembers me, even though it has been 15 or 20 years. Somehow zombies are mentioned, and one of the women snaps out "We aren't dead, yet!" I see Amy Pond walk down a hall, but only half-register it in my mind. The whole thing is very surreal. A few moments later, she wanders back through and starts up the staircase. I turn to Chris Hires next to me, and in tandem we both shout "We've got Amy Pond" kind of like the Weasley Twins shouted out "We got Potter!" at the Hogwarts sorting.