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    1. Government Conspiracy Turns to Animated Worlds and Dream Powers From Many Settings

      by , 12-07-2012 at 08:10 PM
      11-19-2012 -- I'm walking in to Ron Dockery's house (past roommate) and he's in the living room with a large bowl-like cup he's mixing stuff in. He has me adding some carbonated soda to the mixture, possibly while passing it through an electrical current. It's filling up right to edge of the bowl, and he thinks it is going to blow, but so far, at least, it doesn't. Can't remember why or how, but there is a sense of Runescape at this point. I pour a little more soda in, and at this point the mixure is bowing just slightly above the top of the bowl, still held in place by surface tension, yet slightly quivering from all the energy contained. At this point we're really surprised it hasn't blown, yet.

      Soon a friend of Ron's walks in. He's hoping she is eventually going to be his girlfriend, and it seems the chances are good. She turns out to be Shirley Feeney from Laverne and Shirley. The house is a large one, and for some reason there are lots of kids living here. It is past bed time, which means it is required that all the kids are in their bedrooms. It is up to them, however, if they ever bother to actually sleep or not. By this point we're upstairs in a sort of den-like room, and I am around a corner from Ron and Shirley. I am pretty sure they have a quickie while I am around the corner, and for some reason I am trying to spy on them.

      But soon there's no chance of that, because the kids are everywhere, and not in their rooms as they are supposed to be. It turns out there are so many kids around because Shirley watches them for the government, who kidnaps them from their parents. It turns out they have weird, detailed dreams, and for some reason these dreams are considered evil, so they are held here. This is really scaring me, because the kinds of dreams and the details of what are considered evil about them actually match up pretty closely with the kinds of dreams I have. Shirley tries to explain to me that it is OK for me as a middle-aged man to have dreams about sex, or even for a teenager, but there is something wrong when kids who are four or five are having the same kinds of dreams, and while I am still very nervous about it all, I can admit there may be something to that.

      I'm not sure how the shift occurs, since I ran out of room on the paper to write more down, but in some way connected to all this government kidnapping and dream-related stuff, I soon find myself floating above a circular lake that seems very reminiscent of the avatar fountain in the Runescape clan citadels. I'm just kind of floating there drifting like one of the avatars, except I am myself, and the large circular lake is surrounded by huge skyscraper-like buildings on all sides. I'm hoarse, and have my voice problem, but I am somehow projecting my voice all around the city, anyway.

      I explain that I have both the right and the power to do so, so I have claimed the throne of the city and named myself ruler. Nobody likes this, and people are starting to shout out complaints about this, but I don't really care. On the shore to the northeast is a figure that seems to be out of the movie Tron, with his suit glowing with light, except it is in green, instead of blue. He fires some sort of ray gun at me, but I block the green burst of laser fire with my hand. Unlike what it should do, it doesn't hurt me or assimilate me, or put me under his control or anything ... he simply doesn't have enough power to do anything to me. I'm powerful enough to back up my claim.

      Soon I walk in to the city, heading east. I soon find myself in curved hallways that remind me of a space station like B5 or DS9, and the look is kind of going animated, half between regular animation and computer animation. I find myself facing an old soldier with short-cropped whitish-silver hair. His uniform is all in pink (as opposed to the green of the guy earlier) and I think it is nothing more than a different color to represent a different team. His body shape looks exactly like the old guy from Pixar's Up. He makes to attack me, and I first warn him, then take his gun away from him, and he's rather bummed that he can't take me. By this point, it has a strong feeling of a sort of Wreck-It Ralph feel to everything, like a cross-over world between lots of forms of animation and lots of video games.

      Soon I find myself driving out of the city in a very wild cartoon fashion, as well as in a very wild cartoon vehicle. Strong hints of the Roger Rabbit paddy wagon vehicle the weasels drove in the movie, except I'm driving it, instead. I'm flashing down a tunnel, and one opponent who seems kind of Plasticman or Mr Fantastic-like has spread across the entire tunnel, but I plow right through him. Others are on the roof of the tunnel, trying to drop on my vehicle as I pass, but they get the timing wrong. A couple drop too soon, and have to dive out of the way of my vehicle. The rest wait too long, and hit the road behind me (pancaking), having to dive out of the way of other traffic following.

      As we make it out of the tunnel, and into a more open area, I am swerving all over the place like a crazy man, and like in a cartoon, the road is shifting under me, flying out to the sides, and bunching up under the force of my tires. I'm now running down a hillside that feels like it is from the movie Nightmare Before Christmas, leaving Halloweentown and approaching another world. My car that has been very pumpkin-themed, and has half been being driven by a pumpkin figure is now shifting, and all the Halloween decor is trying to fly off in all directions as the theme changes. I'm not willing to let it go, so I grab the pumpkin / driver figure and hold on to him. I manage to keep hold of him, but he changes, and is now a bobblehead Einstein figure, instead, but he's still driving for me.

      We're now in a lego car, driving through a massive lego city like the kind they build in the various Legoland parks, and I ask him if he'll continue to drive for me. He asks me why, and I try to tell him, but somehow I find I just can't get the words out. Something is constraining me, not letting me explain. I try to force the words out, and it is something about I have to rescue my lady love, whatever world they happen to be holding her in. I'm pretty sure he agrees to help. We're tiny figures in this huge Lego city, but it is all built on a huge table in this room with small offices lining the walls, and as we are talking and driving at high speed, one of the office doors opens, and the Shirley Feeney character walks out, thousands of times bigger than me, since I'm now the size of a Lego figure.
    2. Just Can't Stay Out of Trouble at Disney

      by , 09-28-2012 at 05:41 PM
      09-28-2012 -- I'm at a theater somewhere in Orlando with BC, preparing to take in a performance of All in the Timing, though it doesn't seem to be under that title. The problem is, neither BC nor I have any money for a ticket. So why are we here again? We are just about to leave when Karl O. comes running up, wanting to know what the heck we are doing here. AH is performing in this, and if she sees me, she'll blow a gasket! [In real life, this is nonsense and AH would be the consummate professional, and might well be glad for the ticket sale, even if she didn't want to interact with me personally.]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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