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    1. Spy Games and the Miniature Golf Course

      by , 12-22-2012 at 05:28 PM
      12-17-2012 -- I'm in my bedroom in the middle of the night, perhaps in my current house ... not too sure. I am trying to find a time when nobody is in the hall or the kitchen so I can sneak two gallon jugs of urine to the restroom. There are hints of cat or dog poop on the floor, both smelling, and having to be avoided, and maybe a hint of something about my sister, but that bit really wasn't too clear.

      Somehow it leads to a sort of city scene in a park-like setting (feels kind of like Boisseranc) with a bit of a cop / spy sort of feeling to the setting. I'm hiding from somebody who isn't really an enemy, in fact, almost a friend. Three bombs fall out of the sky just a couple of blocks away, in the direction they're coming from, and I am getting a little bit worried.

      I start to run in that direction, and soon find my friend. We're right near a house, and we're being told to hide it in, and to crawl into a hidden cellar through a vent in the kitchen. I am worried about this, fearing the cramped area it might be, but as I drop into it, I find it is instead a very large room with easy access through several vents in the house, and it could almost be comfortable.

      The other guy who is with me doesn't like it at all, but I don't have too much problem with it, though some furniture or something might be nice. There is a cute blonde (or perhaps a red head) napping in a chair, and I decide to pretend to be asleep as well, to try and get close to them. Suddenly there is a large, but shallow pool here, and I fall into it while still pretending to be asleep, which really isn't working out all that well. Just about the time I get close enough to randomly flop an arm against her in my sleep for a gentle caress, the lovely lady has turned into a marmalade cat. Phooey. But still nice to pet.

      Now the other guy has turned into two guys. Their identity isn't an exact thing, but rather a type. It is like Fraiser and Niles Crane or some other pair of brothers or close friends who also fight and compete a lot. There was another comparison, but I can't remember the other pair, and can't decipher my writing at that bit, either, so I'm afraid I've lost that bit. Anyway, suddenly the two guys and the gal are all running after a younger kid, and I follow along.

      I am making up some kind of theory of the guys seeing the younger kid as a grandson or nephew, and the lovely lady seeing him (and them) in a similar way that leaves her open and available for me. Anyway, we're running through the park-like area again, passing a ball field before we come to what almost seems to be a country club or something. Very fancy place.

      Wandering through, I spot somebody who almost seems to be a cross between Luralee and Irene B., who I think I know, but it turns out to be somebody else. I continue wandering around with the teen kid and the lady, and soon find I have removed some sort of long lapel pin or something, and I keep sticking myself with it as I try and store it in a pocket. Ouch.

      Soon it is just myself and the lovely lady, and we end up playing miniature golf on a course at the country club. We're several holes in, and I find myself making two holes-in-one on slightly trick holes where if you make it into a certain hole on your first shot, it is an automatic hole-in-one. Problem is, I seem to have bypassed a couple of holes by wandering to another part of the course, so I have to figure which holes I got the perfect scores on.

      The course is all themed to a sort of Jurassic Park theme, but in miniature, with tall palm trees and huge tyrannosaurus rex that come up to about your knee. Very nice looking, and some fun holes to play, but I have to find my lady again and manage to get the score card corrected.

      As I claim my ball from one of the automatic holes-in-one, I find two or three other balls, and am trying to find the people they belong to, including one lady who thought she had lost her ball and went to get another one, and never realized she'd scored a hole-in-one. Very fun dream.