Recent DJ Posts

6/11/14

Just woke up from a nap. 1:30 - 3:30

Didn't want to sleep, because I have tons of work for the next week. But body started getting relaxed almost immediatelly so I thought If I get HH when I close my eyes, I'll go for a WILD or a nap. Since I didn't really want to sleep or sleep long, I kept waking up, or getting close to waking up dipping back under.

Ha a few cool dreams:

DR1: DILD

I'm in a hospital as a nurse in training or something similar. We are walking around, doing things. There is a patient and something prevents us from checking on her. A nurse or doc tells us, that it's too bad, because we are there to learn and god knows when we'll have another chance on a live patient.

Now I'm in my mom's kitchen. I'm writing something on a laptop. There is a girl there with me. She hands me a paper with some handwritten notes, saying that she noticed me typing in english, so there are names of some books she knows I would enjoy. She eminates so much peace and love. I feel so good in her presence. She has long darker hair and a calm, smiling face.

She remind me of one of my good friends from high school, L.H. So I half jokingly ask her, if she her, or related to her, because sure as heck they are so similar. She laughs and says no.

We talk some more when i say "hey, wait a minute, I think we are in a dream". I look at my left hand and count my fingers and sure enough. I'm so happy that I rcognized the dream feel and counted my fingers. I tell her all excited that we are in a dream and I'm so happy to share that moment with her. I grab her by the hand and we walk through the balcony glass door. I'm thinking if I should tell her t just walk through and not worry, or will that make her worry, but by then we have stepped through. We are outside and it's night. I say let's go flying, but it's so slow. So I tell her to get jets for her back and I get some for my feet. It's still so slow, no matter how much I want it.

So I tell her to lay on her back and paddle that way, and as a bonus we see the starry skies that way too.


DR2:

My parents are visiting me in Beverly Hills. It's at night, they just arrived. I want to take them outside by the swimming pool and ahve a glass of red wine. I'm showing them the city pool deep below us.

I vaguely remember something about snakes chasing us in the swimming pool.

DR3:

I'm outside of my childhood house, near the tennis courts. Some teenagers drive by in a cabriolet. They are up to no good and when they spot us, they start shooting. I summon an assault rifle and start shooting. I realize my hands are empty, so I at least make the ta-ta-ta sound in hopes it will make bullets appear. But no.

Now I'm on my balcony and teens are all over the neighborhood causing trouble. We are trying to get away through the balcony. I think I can just jump off and fly, but my mom is worried.

Almost forgot. Last night, fellated a foot long black... snake. Proly bit longer. Somebody walked in. Then let us be.

5:00 AM
I was on a podcast of some sorts, talking to a man who wrote some Objective-C libraries. My view turned to computer screen, displaying documentation on <time.h> and the means of using it (I know this is a C library, but I'm fairly certain we were discussing Objective-C). Shortly afterward I was talking to Taylor Swift, who was assuring me that the next time I saw her, we'd have sex and record it, using a SQL variant of a command called "SET RECORDING" (there was more SQL surrounding these words on the screen, but I don't remember what they were). I was planning on breaking up with her before she mentioned this, but I thought to myself "Nothing beats sex and porn" .

Later on I was with my father and sister, as we planned on going to India. Originally just my sister and dad were going to go, but he double checked if I'd like to visit "Manahastra" to which I agreed, though this appeared to disappoint my sister a bit. We end up in the car, driving around India and stopped in front of a small shopping complex. My dad decided to park behind some cars, in the way of traffic to jump into a building real quick and check something quickly. I was looking around, hoping we weren't in other peoples' way, but the only other person around was #42-91402, who tried guiding the car into a parking lot when my dad returned.

8:00 AM
When I woke up at 5, I performed a couple of reality checks and told myself repeatedly that I was going to be lucid, and, when I became lucid, I would scream that I was lucid as loud as I could. I did have trouble falling back to sleep but I was able to after some time and had the following dream:

I was in a classroom with a lot of desks, and empty space near the front of the class. I moved a desk towards a girl I knew, who pushed me away. A little childishly, I grabbed my desk and moved it to the side of the classroom, sitting in it backwards at first, and readjusting because of discomfort. A woman who claimed to be from Google moved to the front of the classroom and started up a contest, for a reward I do not remember. A girl volunteered, and the contest consisted of her grabbing the butt of the speaker and pushing her up vertically. The girl failed, and the speaker asked for other volunteers, though I did not want to try it in fear of getting an erection in front of the classroom (the speaker wasn't half bad ). In any case, I turn my head down to try and avoid being called, but she has helpers go around and pick people for her.

I ended up being picked and when lifting my head again, found myself in a field surrounded by several Google employees, including the original speaker. I could try the contest with another person instead of her, and chose to lift an older man. Instead of lifting him though, we branched off into a crowd of people, and I told him about myself (it became an interview). I don't think he liked what I had to say originally, and I tried correcting myself at times but suddenly my view shifted and people were collapsing on the ground. Beforehand people were fed these red caffeine pills, which I also took, and appeared to be of a very high "dosage." As people were collapsing, others were doing there best to stay alert. I had no problem, as "I've never had a problem with caffeine," but my view shifted to these two guys who eventually collapsed, and in turn, I suppose I did as well.

When I came two I was with two others (who may or may not have been the same two guys), and we were running down a street. My view was hazy, but I could see mutilated, bloated people spitting this corrosive acid at us. I had a BFG (from Doom) and were shooting the corrosive balls out of the air. When I ran out of ammo, I grabbed a fire extinguisher on the side and continued shooting others. It turned out an alien species had enslaved humanity, and I was running through with these two others trying to escape from Earth. We came to a very small rocket, that appeared to be made from a cloth of some sort, but a woman stood before us. I felt she was an alien in the form of a woman, and as she stood, she began taking off her clothes, trying to use seduction to keep us on the planet. I shot her in the face with the fire extinguisher and ran past her, as well as a classroom of tortured humans.

We made it into the rocket and one last ball was shot at us, but we closed the cloth doorway and managed to escape. As we were flying out, the rocket transformed into a car, and my parents were with me instead of the two guys. We landed on a planet and parked in a garage structure that was present. We got out of the car, and, worried about oxygen, my dad turned on the AC (which pumped pure oxygen out ). My father had a walkie talkie, and as my mother and I left the car, he started talking into it. We weren't sure who he was talking to, but I remember being worried he might have been cheating on my mother. I grabbed the talkie, but nothing abnormal seemed to be occurring, except his odd talking to himself.

The garage structure we were parked in extended into a house, and at this point my dream burst into clarity. They started making a dessert, either as celebration for escaping or for my belated birthday. They began throwing cookies and other non-perishable items into a bowl, but I stopped them, saying we have no idea how long we are going to be here, or if there will be food on this planet. They looked pretty sheepish, but agreed with me and started placing the items back onto the different shelves.

We began hearing construction sounds outside the house (this may very well have been construction noises occurring outside my apartment over the summer), and, looking out the back door window, I saw our backyard and a little past it. Beyond our house was an opaque blueness that surrounded the house, and I came to the conclusion we somehow landed in an alternate universe. Just beyond the fence and before the blueness though were humanoid boars, that were carving a tree into the shape of a boar. Running around them like dogs were smaller boar, though these had odd tusks and seemed extremely dangerous, as they could speed up very quickly. For some reason my dad decided to open the door and one of these dog like creatures ran inside. Our own dog was actually with us, and I was scared the alien would attack it, but it ran around everyone without doing any harm.

For a little while I thought perhaps we could not be seen, as we weren't part of this dimension. I also considered the fact that while we were in our original dimension, these creatures were also there, except they couldn't be seen by us. I remember coming across a book while thinking this explaining something very similar. In addition, it noted that there are only male and female across dimensions, but, in this one, and only in the ocean, there were also males and femates. What a femate is, I have no idea.

In any case, I concluded that this wasn't in fact the case and we could be seen. Through the back door others were gathering, but they couldn't walk through the door for some reason. I was scared so I told my parents we should grab weapons. Unfortunately, we left our guns in the car, and had to resort to kitchenware. I was able to grab sharp tongs, and my parents grabbed less sharp knives. This time when I walked back to the door only a grim reaper was standing there. The space around him, very vividly, would distort and flashes of red that I presume was a glimpse into hell, would show. He himself was very whispy/smoky, and staring at him was like trying to look at something just slightly off focus, no matter how much you tried to focus.

He also could not pass through the door, based on the notion that death must be invited. My father made for the door, and I tried stopping him, primarily out of fear that attacking death would send him to hell. As I tried stopping him he stopped before the door and sat down. He then swiped in front, and a console appeared in which a game was displayed and my dad entered a code. The cheat code forced Death to collapse within himself and disappear. I was amazed, congratulating my dad and asking what he did. It turned out in the google conference earlier, he was taught this code, and that it simply stated we weren't dead yet.

After this point my dream lost its vividness, but I remember seeing a variety of good and bad people in our living room, such as clerics, and hoping I could get as powerful as some of them. I remember thinking it's hard to live in a world with heaven and hell.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

At some community by the sea, maybe on vacation. I don't fit in, people of my age don't get along with me, find me weirdo.
One day while everybody is outside for some kind of town celebration, I am in a cellar, looking for something or also a bit hiding out. That's when I have a close encounter with a kind of dragon eel. I disturb its hiding place and it attacks me. I escape barely and the weird beast disappears. But nobody believes me when I tell the story.
The next day the whole town is under a dome and people talk about aliens. Eventually some turn to me asking me about my encounter with the alien eel, but there's not much I can say about it. Some days after, we wake up to find we're no longer in a glass dome under the sun, but in a rusty metallic enclosure, as if the entire town had been teleported to inside a giant warehouse or ship. By then people were freaking out and kept coming to me to ask questions I could not answer.
Some other day, we got back to see the sun and apparently were freed, but it happened that I had caught a glimpse of something, no one else had seen. I saw the moment of transition and I knew we had not been beam up back home, we had been plugged into a VR simulation. I guessed either they gassed us to put us unconscious and plugged us in individually to the simulation (like in the matrix) or they had means to telepathically plunge us into a VR world. Either way, I seemed to be the only one aware of it. No one else had picked up the transition moment or, once again, believed in me.
I notice that a new face appears among us. It's a lady I haven't seen before and I am sure she is one of the “others”, whoever “they” are. She comes to me. She confesses she is one of the aliens. She also explains she is merely using a human avatar to blend in and confirms we are in a VR simulation. She wants to help. She explains her people kidnapped us and keep us in this high-tech zoo, just as we would keep earth animals in a zoo, for entertainment and research. But she belongs to a small group of activists who understand we are intelligent and sensible beings and who defend our rights. She wants to help me by bringing me along to their assembly, to present our case and to prove that we should be set free.
I wonder how we can do that, but she explains they don't really meet physically, they do it telepathically, in a sort of shared dream environment and she can grant me access to it. Because I don't even know how they look like and everything would just look incomprehensible to me, she makes a kind of filter so that I see things through my expectations of a human like world. So when we enter this meeting place, to me it looks like an auditorium where hundreds of people gather. There's a group presiding the session and different groups seem to present petitions or motions to them. Then they seat down, but when I turn to my friend to ask what I should do, people are already getting up of their chairs. I'm confused. She tells me that since everything is shared telepathically, stuff happen instantly, as soon as a motion is presented, everybody knows what's in it and vote and decisions are made. I just could not pick it up since I don't have such developed capacities. But she says now is the time to come out and reveal myself and present my case. Which I do in a loud, chaotic way. At first they just look at me, emotionless, and many turn away, ignoring me. Others stay in place, but still showing no emotion. Don't know what else to say to convince them. In panic, I start to sing. More heads turn, their faces start to change, at last I get reactions. They are a species who does not know much emotion, they are rational, effective, but since ages they have lost their creativity and passion. They no longer have music or other arts. As I continue singing, I start conquering new adepts, intrigued by this thing that is affecting them. I start to feel that maybe we'll have a chance after all...

01-26-2014 -- Cool sort of crossover between Runescape and Roller Coaster Tycoon three. I am playing a live action version of Runescape, and I seem to be doing a new quest or diversion that seems to involve another gnome who looks very similar to the sculptor who does the God Statues, but this one is a slightly beatnik looking painter. He is in a building that seems to be built upon the roof of his mobile home camper, and it is sort of odd because I have to fly up to the top of the camper to manage to get in the building, since it doesn't reach to the ground. (Sort of floating building.)

So I enter into the building, and am looking forward to doing some painting with this gnome for some nice, valuable crafting experience. The thing is, the gnome is very unfriendly, doesn't feel like he needs any help, and is pretty much screaming for me to leave him alone. He more or less tries to chase me from the building and tries to run me off, but I get angry, and as he chases me down the hall I grab a bucket of paint and just kind of toss it at a door and he suddenly stops and is amazed at what I have done, and becomes much more friendly.

At that point things start to change, and I find I have to paint a large, slate gray roller coaster that I kind of ride in slow motion as I choose what colors to paint various sections of the track. First I throw a large bucket of a light purple paint, which coats the whole thing, sort of a background color that will show through anywhere I don't paint another color. Then I ride along the twisting and turning track, slowly painting alternate sections of the track red and blue.

There were also other weird bits about having some minor problems breathing, and filling up some strange small glands with a glowing white light that somehow seemed very reminiscent of the 'meteorites' from the Doctor Who episode Spearhead from Space that contained the Nestene Consciousness, and I eventually found myself eating some Oreo birthday cake cream cookies. Yum!

---

01-27-2014 -- [First dream of the night while 5-HTP is blocking off REM sleep, very choppy and very little detail, but probably the neatest dream of the night if I could remember it. Sigh.] 007 dream, but I am working with the spy, I am not the spy, myself. Hints of time travel, and some neat chase dream stuff, but most of it I just can't remember. Somehow we are trying to save somebody, possibly Bond's wife, or possibly a Doctor Who companion, but if we manage to save her, it is likely it will mean the death of Prince Charles' Camilla, which means we may have government problems if we do this.

---

01-28-2014 -- I find myself doing some foreign travel with an odd composite group that is part Rosemary's family and part Joe and Cindy's family. We are in either China or Japan (not enough to see to tell what is going on), though all the signs are in English, and as we wander around finding food to eat, and interesting things to look at, I am discussing the entire trip with Lexie and Jimmy. Cheryl is not too friendly, but we're traveling the world, so she can't be too upset, either. We're just about to start heading west a bit, and I am planning further site seeing and explorations, especially in Germany and England, and things are sounding nice.

But as I continue to walk west, I find myself approaching Cinderella Castle, wandering along the parade route, and come to realize I wasn't in China, but probably It's a Small World. Everybody else has disappeared, and I find I am wandering around the Magic Kingdom. (Not sure Disneyland or Disney World, though the castle did look more like Cinderella than Sleeping Beauty.) I wander over to Main Street, hoping to listen to one of the Refreshment Corner pianists, but it turns out the entirety of Main Street is being refurbished, and is closed down, so I start to wander over toward Frontierland or Adventureland, instead, just kind of poking around, and wondering if I will run into any performers I know from the Club doing Streetmosphere.

---

02-27-2014 -- [Short one with not much detail.] Find myself at the Hickory house, and though there was probably more going on, all I can really remember was that I was taking out some trash, carrying it back to the alley. I knew that there was recyclables to take out, and was planning to remind my roommate to get some, but then I realized one of the bags I had just taken out sounded like it was filled with aluminum cans, and was quite light, so I may have already taken it out for him, even though it wasn't in the proper recycling container.

I knew I had a couple of pizza boxes that I wanted to take out of my bedroom, so I went in to get that, but as I shifted through stuff, I kept finding more and more pizza boxes, including two that were actually still full. I sat those aside to eat. Meanwhile, I kept building up a larger and larger stack of pizza boxes, soon maybe 12 to 15, and I was surprised and horrified because I honestly only thought I had three. Then there was a knock on the door, and it was my landlord Rosemary, who just glared at me when she saw the pizza boxes and I tried to apologize. I explained to her that I really thought I had been keeping up with taking them out better.

[Funny thing is, I really did have to take out the garbage as soon as I woke from this one, and I do have a roommate that I have to remind to take out his recycling. I also did have to take a couple of pizza boxes out, but I swear it was only two, not the 23 or so that Rosemary once caught me taking out, when I had kind of gotten lazy about removing them.]

01-03-2014 -- I find myself in a nice mall somewhere, wandering around, looking at shops. Everything is still done up for the Christmas holidays, even though it is now a week-and-a-half after Christmas, and I soon find myself approaching an ice skating rink that has been created in the middle of the mall, inspired by something I recently saw on TV or in a movie probably (almost certainly something taking place in New York at Rockefeller Center.)

Then somehow it is the first day of a new Christmas stage show being put on at Videopolis, which Disney seems to have rebuilt. Though I am not sure how, I am here, and it is early in the morning. I can see a sort of dress rehearsal going on, and I have no idea why I am here, since it is something like 5:30 in the morning, and the park doesn't even open until seven, with the first performance being at 7:30. I find myself standing around and thinking about it for a while, and am just staring to wonder if I should go home and try to see the show later or something, when I find there are people wandering around me.

Seems it is now after seven, and they are almost ready for the show. Security drops the chains so we can go down to get seats, but somehow I am not right there, and as I make my way down to the seats all the front row seats are taken up. I am running back and forth in the first and second rows trying to find a seat, and finally one seems to open up in the second row, but right after I sit down, some woman comes up yelling for me to get out of her seat. It turns out her father, sitting in the seat next to me was supposed to be saving the seat, but he fell asleep.

I start scrambling for a seat, but the place is filling up so fast that every section I get to has just been seated, and I soon find myself standing in the very back, right by the Yumz snack bar, trying to find a place I can stand and see the show, but I am standing behind a big support pillar, so even now I can't see very much. The show starts, and it is being performed mostly by the people from the Adventurers Club or people related to it. I see Karl, Philip, Anne, Greg Triggs (Comedy Warehouse) and (oddly out of place) the Brigadier's daughter from the seventh season of the new Doctor Who series acting as the stage manager. For some reason, though I was on good terms with almost all of them except Anne in the past, now they all seem to be mad at me.

Greg has slid across on a rope (as part of the show) to the area I am standing in, and then proceeds to make me a part of the show, but in the most offensive, obnoxious, and hateful way he can, and I know Disney would not allow them to do this with the average guest, and I can't get why he thinks he can get away with this with me, or where all this hate has come from. He is constantly insulting me, and also sprays acid on my face, so I am rolling around on the ground as my eyes burn, and he is even making fun of the way I roll around.

For some reason, though this is a Christmas show, it is only opening today, January 3rd, on the last day of the Christmas holiday. It is also the last day that my annual pass is good for, so this is the only time I can see the show, but I am so mad at the way I have been treated by Greg, I start to just stomp out of the area and decide to go home and forget the damn show! But as I start to walk out of the show, it has just ended, and everybody else is walking out, as well.

I hear a voice calling my name, and find myself facing Amy F (a friend I knew in high school) and her new husband. They ask why I seem so upset, and I explain as we walk the parade route from Small World toward the Matterhorn, and they are also horrified about how I have been treated. Amy feels she needs to use the restroom, but can only seem to find the men's room. I point out how the door to the women's room is just a little further along, probably because it is located right behind the men's room with doors to either side of the men's room doors, making it a longer restroom since they have to have all stalls, rather than some stalls and some urinals. There was also a moment where we found ourselves back near the stage, and a large black woman on a strange cross between a wheelchair and a gurney ends up rolling down a flight of steps until we manage to stop her. Odd stuff.

Somehow it is suddenly the next day. Amy and her husband are gone, and I am back at Videopolis, though I don't know how. The performers are getting ready to do the show again, even though the Christmas season ended yesterday, and somehow I am backstage, half-invisible, hanging on some sort of a long silk pennant (like the ones they spun and climbed in Circus Fantasy), where nobody can see me, just kind of watching what was going on.

Somebody spots me, I think it is Greg, and they all start to chase me around backstage, until I warn them that I will get legal representation, and sue them for the acid in the face, and Greg is trying to act like it is no big deal, until my lawyer (who I have never actually contacted) materializes a letter right in the hands of the Brig's daughter, who explains the Greg is in big trouble, and largely gives me the run of the place. Soon I am being given copies of pictures that others have taken of the show (kind of reversing past situations where I made pictures for the performers of shots I'd taken of them) and being given ever-larger rubies that somehow seem to be being grown during the show. Meanwhile, my lawyers letters about how much trouble Disney is going to be in are oddly warping into letters explaining how some accounting firm would be very wise to hire me to work for them, which makes no sense in any way.

Soon we are all walking out of the place, backstage, heading for the exit, and Greg still seems to be very mad that he wasn't able to get away with what he did to me, and as we are walking along a hillside he knocks my rubies out of my hands, and one of them falls down the hillside and into a sort of an electrical substation, except instead of being for electricity, it has a bunch of pipes with a trickle of green stuff leaking out of them. It seems to instead be a sort of acid substation. I am climbing down, weaving my way through pipes when I accidentally pull one loose, and small amounts of acid start spewing everywhere. Oddly, this is not actually too horrible, and just a minor inconvenience. But Greg does something which is going to cause the whole place to blow up (killing him and all his fellow performers as well as me) in his anger at me, except that me and a mechanic working in the area manage to avert catastrophe in part using the pipe that I broke.

[Oddly enough, I barely know or recognize Greg, since he worked almost entirely in the Comedy Warehouse and I spent almost all my time at the Adventurers Club. He probably wouldn't know me at all. So why my dream made him the worst villain in this piece, I have no idea.]

01-04-2014 -- [Small scene is all I can remember of the night.] First bit I can remember, I am sitting at what seems like a cross between a sort of campfire and one of the pits you deposit memories in for divination in Runescape. But instead of memories, I seem to be ladling runes out of a sort of pitcher and into the pit. I spill one on the edge of the pit and it kind of looks like the runes look in the game if you drop one. The first part of the dream seems to appear in sort of game graphics, though it is turning more real all the time.

It is sort of like half a Runescape quest, and half real life. There is a young teen whose parents have been killed by Shadow Elves, and he is stuck in the woods and needs to manage to stay hidden and survive, or they will kill him, too. Half the time I am the teen, the other half I am trying to set things up to save him. I know I have to build a fire, but I have only some full branches and a few pizza crusts. But I find myself fearing the branches won't catch quickly enough, so I decide to use the pizza crusts as kindling. I am weaving the pizza crusts in and out among the branches, hoping they will burn long enough to catch the actual wood on fire and get a good fire going.

But as I am laying out the wood and crust things are changing. I go from being the one doing it to watching the little kid do it, and it is changing from him using the crusts as kindling, to him trying to use the fire to cook a pizza so he can eat. One Shadow Elf who seems to have turned his back on the evil of the Shadow Elves is deciding to help the kid, and he comes into the camp and adds an entire slice of pizza to the fire, but as it has more weight than just the lone crusts, it causes the pizza to stretch and separate, and a portion of it kind of falls off the rest and slides into the fire.

There are bugs crawling out of the ground, coming up to try and bite people or maybe steal some pizza. One of them somehow turns into a small dog that is jumping all over the kid, while another gets fought off and squished. Meanwhile I grab a glove and concentrate on it until it turns into a sort of a whip which I use to attack a couple more of the bugs. Very strange stuff.

01-05-2014 -- [Lots of long dreams last night, but I couldn't remember anything of them. Last bit of sleep in the morning I dreamed this short scene, and it was the only thing I could remember, though in a fair bit of detail.] I am in BMs house and it is late at night. I am in the living room/kitchen area, which looks much like in real life, except there are no bedrooms off the kitchen area, all are down the hallway. For some reason my computer is in the living room, hooked up to a TV through a very poorly laid out set of wires so that I am in no way sure how it is hooked up to the TV. Somehow it is playing a TV show or perhaps a music file, and it is coming out fairly loudly. I am very worried it is going to wake JM and he is going to come out yelling and screaming, so I am scrambling to turn the thing off, but even though I shut down the computer, the TV is still playing the noise, and I am having difficulty finding how to shut it down.

I finally manage to shut it down, and decide it is time to go to bed. I head down the hallway to the bedrooms, but it is growing larger and larger until the hallway is maybe fifteen or twenty feet wide and quite long. In the middle of the hallway, itself, sits a large king or queen bed, and as I walk past it, BM steps out of a room dressed in a nightgown. I have always had a thing for her, but with her sleeping in a bed in the middle of the hallway and tons of people staying in the house, I don't see how I can find a chance to do anything, so I continue walking to my room. My room is about where it ought to be, but instead of being one lone room, it is the first in a long row of rooms along another long hallway I have seen in other dreams.

It feels like there are a huge number of relatives staying over, something like 6 or 7 families, each with two or three kids. As I make my way into my bedroom, I find there are three young ladies (late teens, very lovely, probably just barely legal) waiting in my bed for me, pulling me down, caressing me, and swarming all over me. One of them seems to have a very pretty face, and some small but pretty breasts, but a mass of scars on her body, which kind of gives her a mottled appearance much like that of Darth Maul, except in tan and white rather than red and black. From all the scars I wonder if she had to either receive or perhaps donate bone marrow or something, being opened up all over her body to access her bones. Anyway, even with the scars, she is attractive enough, so I would be more than willing to cuddle with her as well as the others. Only problem is, I am worried others will come by and see us, since the rooms seem to have no actual doors.

So though it is not a Harry Potter dream, I take a page out of his book and start to slowly create sort of magical walls around the bed, sort of creating them with a sort of notice-me-not charm in their making, so nobody outside the walls can actually see the bed or the people in it, and therefore cannot see us having our fun and interrupting it. It is taking a fairly long amount of time to create these 'walls' surrounding the bed, but I am more than willing to take the time, as I am convinced once I have completed the shield, I can somehow kind of copy and paste it, and instantly duplicate it around the bed BM is sleeping in, and enjoy my time with her. I even half know I am dreaming, and hope I can instantly put it up in other dreams, having taken the time to create it in this one.

01-06-2014 -- Playing a game that seems to be a cross between Runescape and Realmz. Somehow I have just rolled up a new character, and am doing some farming (planting herbs or plants) and fighting in a graveyard that feels like it is in Morytania. I am mostly fighting off small and weak skeletons one or two at a time, and they are not strong enough to be a real danger to me, but I stumble into a fight which has five or six of the skeletons and a thing that looks like one of the grim reaper figures from Gauntlet. My characters are so small and weak at this point that one touch kills us, and we respawn at a little space not too far away. I find myself hoping we go up a level soon so I can choose one of the 'affects all enemies' spells for my magic users to help with battles like the one I just lost.

Anyway, I do a little more farming and dodging ghosts, and also start to gear up in some of the random armor drops I earned, just to give my character(s) a little more chance to resist, before returning to the graveyard and starting to fight. The individual skeletons are still no danger to me, and this time when I trigger the larger fight, the battle between me and the boss figure is a little less damaging, and throughout a long and dangerous fight I manage to hold my own. Though my hit points get down to almost nothing, I finally manage to kill him off, then start picking up tons of armor and trying to look through it.

Soon after, I somehow find myself moving along a modern street (probably in Fullerton ... at least that is what it looks like) riding a bike, and seeming to be trying to give Kevin B a ride. But I am getting a weird sense that something is going to be going wrong, and using the excuse that I am tired and need a break, I have stopped in this parking lot and am taking a breather. I don't know exactly what is going to go wrong, or even how I know, but I just have a sense that I need to waste some time. Kevin is urging me on, and I finally express what it is I am feeling, and he doesn't like it, but he allows me to waste a couple of minutes. We are in the parking lot of a place that has an outdoor pool (and probably an indoor pool too) that is probably a YMCA.

Eventually we continue on, and soon Kevin and I find ourselves at a sort of homeless shelter place, though very quickly Kevin fades out of the dream. Looking around, we find the homeless people who have come here for help are being mistreated, treated almost like slaves, given no food unless they follow evil and offensive orders, and almost none if they do. The rich guys who run the place are taking almost all the money that has been donated and using it for themselves, while spending a couple of pennies on the dollar to take care of the people they are abusing. I am getting madder and madder as I watch this, and decide to do something. I grab the guy who seems to be in charge and throw him out of the trailer, then start handing out three times the food they've been being given to the people waiting for help, hoping to improve things.

But it doesn't seem to help enough, and I quickly discover the guy I thought was in charge was only an underling. Turns out the real leader is still there, and seems to be pulling a gun and planning to kill me. Seems if I want to take care of this I need to do more than just toss one guy out of a trailer. I decide if I am going to do this, I am going to do it right, and I wave my hand and create a long, dark cloak around me, a scythe appears in my hand, and I turn half-transparent as I stalk the guy and back him into a corner. He pulls his gun on me, but I laugh and tell him that isn't going to do him any good. He fires twice, and the bullets disappear into me, but I don't even feel them. I grab the gun in his hand and wrestle with him until he is pointing the gun in his own face and force him to pull the trigger, but there is only a small click. I guess he used all the bullets.

So I try to break his arms and legs by giving them sharp jerks in directions they weren't made to go. But I guess he is double-jointed or something, because it does no good! Finally, I decide on less pleasant methods. On the table is a stack of razor blades, all wrapped in little cardboard sleeves, and I grab one, throw away the sleeve, pull the guy's head back by the hair, and draw the blade across his throat. He drops, limp, and I assume he is dead. I turn to help some of the others in the area with more food, then turn back to where I had just been, and find the guy sitting there, cuddling a slightly cute homeless looking girl. He didn't die, he fainted from fright. It seems I didn't use enough force, and though I drew a slight bit of blood from his throat, it was nowhere near enough to cut a major artery or pierce his throat and cause him to die.

The girl in his lap was originally one of the homeless he was supposed to be helping, but she decided to give herself to him completely, betraying all the others that needed help, to get more of it herself. She is sitting in his lap muttering about the horrible things she will help him do to all their victims which now seem to have turned against him. I stalk up to her angrily, but she can't see me. Only he can, unless I specifically will somebody else to see me. So I make myself visible, and warn her that her 'boyfriend' is now marked for death, and unless she wants to join him, she better get away now. Far away! She screams and runs off. I pick up the razor blade, planning for another, deeper sweep, to finish the job, but a bunch of black people come running into the room, searching for me. They know I am here, and are going to try and find me even though they can't see me. I don't know if they are trying to find me for a good purpose or a bad one, so I drop to the floor as they feel their way around the room, then just get up after they walk past me, and again start to walk toward to bad guy.

01-26-2014 -- [Choppy, and possibly waking and falling back asleep and returning to the same dream two or three times.] I am at the Chipola house, and find myself getting ever more upset with Scott, who seems to be making more and more messes around the place, and not cleaning them up. I find he has opened one of my Pizzaria Uno frozen pizzas, and sort of broke it in half, and just cooked half of it, while leaving the other half still frozen for me, without ever telling me about it. While I am trying to reason out just what to do about this, I spot a couple of Chinese girls in the kitchen, and am asking them if they are Scott's friends. It turns out instead they are Ron Ds friends, which is kind of unexpected.

Soon I find mysef at church, complaining to Carl about the problems with Scott and the whole negative situation, and he tells me that he is going to let me know what things Scott is saying about me, but he always gets interrupted, and never actually tells me anything. Instead, I soon find myself back at the house, and Joe and Cindy are now here, and seem to be very ticked off at both of us. I am trying to explain what has been going on, but they don't want to hear it. We're both going to be tarred with the same brush.

There was a sort of small pit at one corner of the house, and they have decided to escavate it into a new, large room, so they have started digging out a lot of dirt, and have begun lining it with shelves and cupboards, but they are all slightly tilted, kind of like the doors on the cupboards in the kitchen. They have also installed a sort of huge projection screen on the wall at the back of the room. There are lots of neighbors from the other houses who turn out to be relatives of the family, and Jimmy and Marilyn and their friends are watching something, and I suddenly find myself wondering what Sonic the Hedgehog would look like, projected like that, wondering if the resolution would be decent, or if it would be horribly blocky.

I go running off to my room, where I grab my laptop, the game controller [which I just bought in real life to use on Nintendo and Sega emulators] and the physical cartridge-like emulator system which my dream can't seem to accept is just a tiny program on the laptop itself. I struggle to get all the wires disconnected, and carry the system back to the new room. I am trying to figure out how to hook it up, but somehow no hook up seems necessary. The thing somehow hooks itself up wirelessly by itself, and suddenly loads up the Fusion emulator and Sonic (though in the dream this seems wrong to me because Fusion is the NES emulator, not the Sega one ... in real life, Fusion is indeed the Sega emulator.) The problem is, though the emulator seemed to work fine on the laptop screen in my room, somehow this more powerful system that can load itself seems to be infected by a virus that is loading all kinds of extra programs and menus and such from Fusion, which leaves me just trying to turn it all off again. Weird and surreal.

01-27-2014 -- [Weird, and can't pull up all the details. The 5-HTP last night seems to be making my sleep worse, and my dreams less detailed.] Working in some strange sort of cross between a shopping mall and a call center, trying to sell something over the phone, but the company's policies make the actual selling more and more difficult. I've gotten to be on pretty good terms with one of the customers, and am hoping for a sale, but in the process I end up flying with them somewhere.

Soon we are in an airport, changing planes, and I find out that somehow I am now being asked to pilot the plane. The client is inviting me out for a drink, but there is a company policy (which actually makes sense in the dream, though it sure doesn't make sense now that I am awake) that we are allowed to drink while we're at other airports, preparing to fly back home, but not at our home airport. Since we're at the home airport, I have to turn down the drink, and in the process, lose the sale.

Instead I find myself back at the call center, which has now turned into a warehouse that does long-haul courier work of hundreds of extremely small loads in huge big rigs across the country. It is my first day on the job, and I have a package to take to Massachusetts, and have just watched as they loaded the last package on the truck. For some reason, my job is to sit on the back of the truck and make sure everything is all right, but the driver who has started the truck up never closed up the back or raised the lift gate, and as he starts to drive, one of the crates falls out of the back and lands in some other crates. We have no method of communication established, so I am trying to think of what to do, then start beating on the roof of the trailer really loud, and make enough noise that he hears me and stops. He peers at me in the side mirror, and asks what is up, and I explain we have a small problem and a potentially larger problem.

The small problem is he forgot to close up the back of the truck and raise the lift gate, the potentially larger problem is the crate that fell out, and if it was breakable stuff, may be problems. He assures me that the crate isn't a problem, and starts to get it reloaded. The things he is saying also kind of indicate that it was probably all a test to see if I was paying attention, and I may have done well. As they are reloading the crate, I run off for a quick bathroom break, and when I come back I find the truck is gone. I missed it while going to the bathroom. I am almost to the point of weeping, figuring I am probably going to be fired now, and I am convinced I don't have any idea what I am doing.

But then the female supervisor comes up to me, explains I handled the situation with the back of the truck and the crate just right, and while I did miss my truck, it is my first day on the job, and I won't be in trouble for it ... but can I think of what I might to differently to avoid the problem? I say I would probably tell them that I was running to the bathroom, rather than just assuming I can make it back quick enough, and she responds with something along the lines of "There you go!" I finally conclude I don't need to quit or be fired, and that I will only get better with a little time and experience. "Now you're getting it!"

01-27-2014 -- [Poor sleeping, constant waking, weird night and weird dreams.] I'm in a place of mom's, but not one that I recognize from real life (or indeed, from specific past dreams, either.) Somehow I am standing in front of a small metal sink, trying to fill a pot of dried red beans and rice with some water, so I can cook it up. The problem is, something is wrong with the taps, and though I have turned the water on, I can't manage to turn it off. There seems to be one small place which is off, and turning it to either side from that tiny position is on, but I can't find the sweet spot, and the sink is just about to overflow. I finally manage to get it off, but now the pot is also overflowing, so I have to drain a lot of the water, and in the process, find that almost all the red beans and rice have also overflowed, so I don't have anything to cook. What a mess.

I think there was a tiny bit of Kevin B somewhere (possibly a comic book convention), but soon things shift to where I am instead wandering around Indiana Wesleyan University with Dale, attending another FCM convention. The thing is, I know they have moved the convention away from the college, but in this dream they have specifically returned to IWU, and it is kind of nice to be back. We are passing some stalls and approaching a hall where we may be having some sort of lecture or business meeting, and things start pretty quickly.

I almost immediately find that I am bored out of my mind, and just can't manage to stay there. I stand up in the middle of the thing and just walk out. Soon I am wandering around through the building, looking for somewhere to relax and maybe read or something, but everywhere I find students with books spread all over the tables doing homework and stuff, and I know we're supposed to stay out of the students' way.

At one point I end up kind of jumping over a couple of chairs that have been knocked over (reminds me of a scene out of an old Bing Crosby musical I just watched) and am amazed I have the agility to do so at my size, and kind of half-realize I am dreaming, and do a slight bit of hovering, but I soon lose track of the fact, and wander back toward the hall where Dale is.

I find a large metal sign that needs to be separated into parts, and start carving it apart with my fingernails in a rather impressive way, and find myself interacting with Bridget B. from choir. For some reason, she needs the sign parts I am disassembling, but her much more impressive fingernails can't manage what mine can. So I start handing her the sign parts as I get them separated, and we walk along, chatting, exchanging one-liners, and I throw out one about the Middle East that just takes things too far, so I have to kind of apologize for that one.

Meanwhile, our discussion has been fun enough that she asks me about texting more comments back and forth. I am trying to remember what information I need to give her, whether e-mail addresses or other things, before I finally realize oh yeah, just the phone number, idiot! As I start looking for the phone number so I can give it to her, I realize I've lost the darn phone. Nuts! By this point we are in a room, and she is starting to remove the fancy dress she was wearing (a nice powdery blue number with black trim) and I realize I have followed her into her bedroom, and I really don't belong here. She doesn't seem to be worried about me, but her husband Brian is looking at me a little strange. I start to apologize profusely, explain I wasn't paying attention, and ... uh ... I gotta go! Problem is, I haven't been paying enough attention to know how to get out of the quarters they are sharing, either, so go the wrong way at first, but then I spot a door with several locks on it, and realize it must be the exit. As I hurry out, I see their son and daughter. I think he is playing a video game, and she is reading a book or something.

There is another teen there (probably a friend) wearing a really strange hat that seems to be a cross between an odd multi-colored fez and a lampshade, and I find myself trying to turn a nob to turn the light on or off, except there isn't one, of course, since it is a hat. I apologize, and make it out the exit, and kind of stumble back to the hall from earlier, just as the meeting is about to get out. I get to listen to them saying the Pledge of Allegiance (at the end instead of the start?) and then they finally start exiting. As I meet up with Dale and we start discussing whether or not I am coming back to California for a bit of a visit once the convention ends, we overhear them debating about whether or not they should open up the organization to Mormons. Odd bits.

01-28-2014 -- [As usual, first part is not as detailed as it should be.] First thing I can remember, I am out somewhere, discussing potential mystery shops down in the Palm Beach or Lauderdale area. I am talking to a male scheduler, but the type of shop has a strong feel of the recent Circle K shops, stuff where the pay has gone down or they have limited the number of shops or something like that. Something has gone on that has caused me to quit, and say I won't be working for that company any more, and this has ticked off the male scheduler a bit. But then it turns out one of the shops is right next to where we are having our discussion, and the closeness balances out whatever has me ticked off, so I try to un-quit, and say I won't mind doing that particular shop.

The guy says that particular shop is only doing a shop-by-mail shop, that month, but it turns out all I have to do is mail something to them, and remark on any response I get, and that is even simpler than the usual shop, and pays the same, so I am quite happy with it, and am trying to get to necessary envelope together. Problem is, as I am trying to get things together, I actually start to drop stuff, and as I do, Joe S. and his little sister show up, and start pranking me. I am carrying a bunch of sheet music for choir, and as I am picking up other stuff, Joe's sister has grabbed my sheet music and dropped it into a file, while Joe has grabbed some of my other stuff, and started moving it. I have already had the hassles I have been mentioning with the mystery shopping company, and I just don't have the patience for their games, so I make as if to stomp off.

Joe's sister gives up on teasing me, and starts pulling back out sheet music and handing it to me, but now I find myself with two or three copies of various songs, rather than just the one I need, and as I try to separate out the extras, I just start dropping more and more, and scrambling for it. Meanwhile, I also have four toothpicks I have to keep track of, and keep safe (possibly in connection to the by-mail shop) and they are scattering on the floor as well. As I keep trying to pick things up, the scene shifts a bit, and I am standing next to my car at a toll booth, right before where you pay the toll, the door open, still trying to pick up sheet music and toothpicks.

The problem is, there is another car approaching the toll booth coming the other way (doesn't make sense, but there it is), and he may plow right into me. So I pick the entire car up, and set it just off the road on the other side of the toll booth, and then hurry out of the way, myself, so I don't get run over by the car, then finally manage to finish picking up all my toothpicks and music. Problem is now that I don't want to get in trouble for not paying the required tolls, so I again pick up my car (which has an e-pass in it) and kind of swing it over the toll booth on a sort of swinging platform (like the ones in Sonic the Hedgehog that sometimes swing you over spikes or fire pits) so that it registers. Problem is, I don't stop quickly enough, so it swings over a second time, and registers again. I just hope that the toll organization will be smart enough to realize they should only charge me one of them ... meanwhile the car keeps swinging back and forth, so now I have to hope they will disregard two of the three tolls, and I get the car out of there as quickly as I can.

Then things shift again, and I find myself in Manhattan (or a cityscape that looks fairly like it) surrounded by skyscrapers. I find myself watching a movie being filmed by real superheroes. The Incredible Hulk and the Green Goblin are in the middle of a big fight, and Tobey Maguire's Spider-Man comes swinging into the middle of it, and I can hear the Hulk muttering and complaining about how it is a mistake to let Spider-Man get involved in all this, because he is so wild, and improvises so much. And sure enough, Spidey swings into the middle of things, coming around on a web at high velocity, and nails the Hulk with an incredible drop kick that sends him flying about a half a mile, outside the city, where he lands on his back, sliding through a field on the edge of a lake. He's the Hulk, so he's not really injured, but he now has a slightly painful case of something like road rash on his back, which he is muttering about as he climbs back to his feet and starts to leap back toward the fight scene.

But the scene is now changing again, and Tobey has been turning into Harry Potter (or perhaps Daniel Radcliffe) who is standing on what almost seems to be a float, along with Hermione/Emma Watson, who is feeling rather down. For some reason, I am standing there trying to tell her how very beautiful her character is, being as sincere about it as possible, to give her morale a boost. But they have to get back to filming. (Like the superheroes before, they are making a movie, but they actually have the powers of their characters, so it isn't technical movie magic being used to make the scenes.)

I am in a sort of an alleyway, out of the way of things, and some sort of late-teen black princess (dressed in a fairly fancy purple gown) is approaching the alleyway I am standing in to get out of the way herself, until her scene is ready to begin, and she sort of glares at me, so I back up further to give her more room to sit down. Harry Potter goes flying by on a broom mounted to the front of a magic carpet where all the camera equipment is mounted, filming over his shoulder as he flies, and he passes the mouth of the alley, then flies a sort of arc before heading past the alleyway again, heading the other direction. By this time the black princess has moved on to do whatever her part is, but there is a little black girl (probably ten or eleven) riding up on a bike, looking forward to watching her sister film her scene.

And somehow the little girl and I in our alleyway, get sort of sucked on to the flying carpet in Potter's wake, so now we're flying through the air behind him while the film company films these fabulously expensive scenes. They must be adding the sound separately, because the whole time Daniel is muttering and complaining about how there is a fabulous peanut-shaped blimp flying high up in the sky, but they didn't know it was going to be there, so they couldn't plan to include it in the filming, which bothers him, because he thinks it is neat. The problem is, all the sheet music that I had been trying to carry has now turned into large, flat (unassembled) cardboard boxes, and the wind rushing by as we fly along has pulled them out of my hands, and they have been sucked in front of the cameras and have ruined the scene. Daniel goes ballistic, and starts screaming at me for ruining the scene, and mentions now they will have to refilm it tomorrow, but I am not available tomorrow, and you know what? He's glad I'm not available tomorrow, because after ruining the scene, I don't deserve to be in it, so hah! I don't remember what I actually have to do tomorrow anyway, but I say I can reschedule if they want me to, and be there, but he tells me that I am not wanted. Rather depressing.

[Just interesting information ... though I have not read it in some fifteen or twenty years, there was a very early Spider-Man comic book that had Spider-Man and the Green Goblin filming a movie in a desert somewhere (Spider-Man thinking the Green Goblin was only an actor, and not realizing it was the real Goblin) when the Hulk stumbled into the middle of things for a huge fight.]

02-27-2014 -- Very strange cross between Hogwarts and home, throughout the dream. Somehow the ministry has done some bad stuff, and as a result, magic is dying out, and I am working with Dumbledore, Mcgonagall and others on the staff to clear out Hogwarts. We know the ministry are on their way, and want to take over the school, and with the way they have destroyed the magical world, we have no intention of letting them have any of the books, supplies, and so on which are stored at the school.

Meanwhile, the scene keeps randomly shifting from cleaning out the school to cleaning out the Hickory house, and Dumbledore keeps shifting into my dad. I am running around the house picking up all the money he has been gathering up. It is all in dollars, not in galleons, but he managed to accumulate the vast majority of the world's remaining wealth, as the economy collapses along with magic. I am stuffing money in my pockets and in my backpack, grabbing it from where it is sitting on counter tops, and floating in pools of water, and otherwise all over the place. I have probably around a million bucks, which now makes me by far the richest person on the planet, so you know the economy has been devastated.

So the ministry shows up, and are furious to find that almost everything has been removed from the school, and all the students and staff have gone, and I am the only one left. Dolores Umbridge is trying to threaten me, but since most of the magic that remains in the school has settled in me, I am by far the most powerful wizard left in this world, even if my power is also slowly fading. They have no chance to hurt me at this point (other than what they have already done, in destroying magic) so I completely ignore them.

By this point I am gathering up the last of the money, and am wandering around in a mostly derelict castle which almost seems to be morphing into a derelict bank. There are three teenage muggle girls wandering in, wanting to make some kind of transaction, and I have to explain to them that the bank is closed ... permanently. They are running around, tossing about a football, and one of them is annoyed that I won't toss the football with them. I have no interest in that, but as I am trying to get them to leave me alone, I can hear one of their stomachs growling. Since the world is collapsing around us, and I am now the richest person in the world, I decide to help out.

The bank has turned into a steak restaurant, and I tell one of the girls I will buy her a meal, and she mentions it has been something like six days since she last had a chance to eat. In return, I suggest that she buys one of the really big steaks, but eats it very slowly over the course of a couple days so she doesn't overwhelm her stomach. Somehow I am explaining that magic is dying, and therefore the world is dying, and neither will be coming back, and as I am explaining, Carolyn and her husband Don show up. It seems that they are magical (those losing their magic), and as they see me telling these muggle girls about magic, Don is about to call the ministry on me, not because he is particularly pleased with them, or one of the worst of the pureblood bigots, but just because the Statute of Secrecy is still the law. But I disconnect his phone by magic, and tell him that with the world dying, it doesn't matter, anymore. Besides, nobody really has enough power left to do anything to me, anyway.

Then I decide that I feel like heading back up north, though it changes moment by moment if that means to Hogwarts, or to perhaps Altamonte, Longwood, or maybe Mount Dora. But I start holding hands with all of them, and use a large amount of my remaining power to side-along apparate all of us, then wake up.

04-26-2014 -- Odd one, with several parts. It starts with me seeming to remember a dream I once had, that involved walking through the snow in Southern California, and I seem to be telling my sister about it. It was a fairly interesting dream, but not supremely so, and "I recall that it started right ... here." Here being the parking lot of the place my sister is currently working, and I explain how I was here to pick up a package (in the dream) to courier it somewhere, and I spotted all the snow, and started off to walk through it for a bit. [Might have tied into the dream where I ran into the 10th and 11th Doctors in a bar, dressing up like pirates, here.]

As I continue to tell my sister about the dream, I follow her into her work place (which somewhat resembles the 3M Dental warehouse). There's tight security, but she has no problem getting me in. We are wandering through the office area, me still telling her about the dream. We soon find ourselves standing in front of a strange cross between a vending machine and a weird sort of robotic Santa Claus giving out candy, and for some reason we are trying to empty the thing out, taking all the candy. Most of it we are just putting into a basket that everybody can take it from, but as we get close to finishing it off, I do keep a few bits for myself, including a couple of small bags of M&Ms, and what I think was a white chocolate version of a Willy Wonka Scrunch bar, a thing that has never actually existed. For some reason I am putting them in my pockets, even though I know they will melt there.

Melody has wandered off to talk to some of her co-workers, and as I was almost finished with my dream, this annoys me. I wait a little bit, but just when I am about to be able to tell her the ending, she wanders off to talk to more people, and I decide I have had enough, and I am just going to leave. I head to the exit, wondering if security is going to give me issues for leaving without her being with me, but they just wave me through. Soon I find myself out in the parking lot, looking for my white car. Problem is, it isn't where I left it, and I am walking back and forth through the parking lot looking for it, until I begin to worry that it might have been stolen. Also there seem to be some toughs approaching me, and I am thinking things are about to get painful.

Then suddenly the scene changes, and I am in a house where I seem to be sharing a room with either Ron D. or perhaps Chris (Kevin) W. For some reason we are literally sharing the same bedroom, and I find myself preparing to take my old wicker laundry basket out to do a load, but I have to make sure I gather up all my clothes, and none of his. Very strange, especially since the scene just changes again, for no reason.

I am now sitting in a bar, along the right side of the bar. There are tons of people around, and we seem to be filming an odd sort of cross between a game show and a reality show. There is a very cute English blonde (I think it is the blonde I saw in the latest Star Trek film last night, Alice Eve) who has to decide which of two gay men (both already in a relationship with another guy) she is going to marry. We're all in this bar where she and her friends interact with these two guys to decide which one she will choose. First it seems like the show is being hosted by George Takei, but it may eventually switch to being hosted by Drew Carey.

I don't really approve of the whole thing, so I am pretty much just sitting quietly, staying out of the way, but Alice is wearing a really mini mini skirt which is riding up further and further to show her stocking tops, and then eventually even her bush, while a large group of somewhat large and unattractive black ladies are standing around berating her and calling her a slut. I am just enjoying the show. Eventually the gay couple who were sitting at my part of the bar have wandered off, and there is nobody on that side any more, so I decide to move to the left side of the bar and take a seat, but as I do so, everybody is telling me I can't, and to go away, so I move back to the right side of the bar, just to find there are a couple about to take my seat there. I explain it is my seat and I need it, and have to tell them about the filming before they will go away. But eventually they do, and I have my seat back, and find myself talking to the boy friend of one of the gay men who Alice has to choose from, and we are both agreeing this is very stupid.

I'm with a group of people looking around the ruins of this small castle or fortress. I'm trying to track someone down - I don't expect her to be here, but I know she was here sometime in the past.

Switching to third person view, there's a hidden room in the ruins somewhere below us. There's a kid inside, a little boy, the son of the person I was trying to track down. He's been a kid for 170 years. The spell or curse or whatever it is that keeps him frozen in time also means he can only speak for one day in each year. He's listening to us move around over his head, and thinking about how he's saved that one day of speech so he can give us a message now.

That same boy is walking down a suburban street, and he's spotted and recognized by a young woman in a passing car. She tells the driver to pull over, and he does. Her name's Giselle, and though she's a vampire she's never killed anyone - she's been kept away from people by the man driving the car and his wife, her sort of self-appointed guardians. They feel some kind of personal responsibility for her, but they're very nervous around her. They're looking particularly nervous right now, as she gets out and talks to the kid. She's very friendly, she's delighted to see him, but without really thinking about it, when she gets close enough she bites his throat. She can't help it. As a disembodied observer, I'm thinking that she's going to wind up serving as a sort of adopted mother to the kid, and it'll work out well for both of them as far as that goes. But I'm also thinking that this is a sign that our - her, me, the kid, the kid's mother, some other people - our window of opportunity to become human is closing for this timeline. Once we've missed that opportunity, we'll inevitably wind up dying off one by one - the timeline wrapping up loose ends.