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05-02-16 Very weird, not too detailed, and all over the place. First I am just kind of driving around in fairly large vehicles, running into some driving problems, and especially having problems with backing up in these large, earth-mover types of vehicles. Soon it turns to a point where I am kind of standing there looking at a truck filled with dirt.

Somehow this truck has two levels. One level holds dirt, the other (underneath the dirt) is filled with water. There is a hose running from the underside of the truck, to above the section containing dirt, where it can spray water over the dirt. The weird thing is, the hose just seems to hang there, but doesn't seem to be attached to anything to hold it in place, so I am trying to figure out how it works. Unfortunately, however it works, it doesn't seem to work very well.

What it is supposed to do is add a lot of water, and then mix into the dirt to make mud, but there doesn't seem to be nearly enough water, and it is just kind of being absorbed into the dirt without making any mud at all. Others are standing around, complaining about how there isn't enough water. And, being a dream, things are starting to change.

It is soon like I am looking at a sort of light blue sticky topping being poured over popcorn to make popcorn balls, except there isn't enough, and it is only coating the outside top of the popcorn, and it needs to be mixed up enough to coat everything, so it can help hold things together. Except now it is a sauce (perhaps soy sauce) being poured on the top of one of three small mounds of rice, and I am quickly eating the rice (and it is pretty good.) Problem is, all the others are now complaining, and how dare I eat all that rice, and not be worrying about eating all kinds of vegetables, instead.

Now the amount I ate was not, in any way, unreasonable, and I just get tired of listening to these people yell at me, so I say I guess I'll just have to avoid meals at 'home' any more, and eat out all the time, from here on out. I walk out the door, and start to head a couple of blocks over, where I remember seeing a Chinese restaurant, and as I walk along, I find myself muttering to myself about how I wish I had joined another foreign exchange program to England, instead of the one to the Midwest that I am actually on.

The next thing I know, I am walking from Smith's Food King and dipping onto Tamarack, before I double-back onto Dale. It is late at night, and there are several tough looking guys wandering around, and I am trying to stay out of their way, while walking down the block. I am trying to fill out some sort of grid, but things aren't starting where they should, and columns are not lining up, and it is all very weird, and I find myself trying to turn in weird test papers to Dolores Umbridge, and things are just fragmenting into nonsense as I wake up.

04-28-2016 -- Starts out all over the place with bits I can only barely remember. There were bits of Harry Potter, and I know there were some chasing scenes. I think there were some bits with wild animals and stuff, but only the barest hints remain. Eventually, I think one friend (possibly Neville Longbottom) was holding some sort of concert with a mid-level star performing, and I just missed it. Steve Glance tells me that he's bringing in somebody else for another concert in a day or two, because he wants me to be able to make that one, and I ask about ticket prices, saying I have to be able to plan ahead. He has no idea what the cost is going to be, and that seems not good to me.

I think about how much money I might need to get together, and waiting in line, and standing around, and find myself thinking that I don't think I'm a concert goer, any more ... I just don't want to be bothered with the hassles involved in getting into a concert. Never mind. So I am kind of flying out of the area (just kind of floating along) leaving my friends behind, when I start finding more and more birds in the area, and they are turning into bigger and bigger birds, some large enough to see me as prey, so I start to slow down and fly more cautiously.

I am now flying in Anaheim. At first I am flying over the street at the intersection of Brookhurst and Crescent, heading for the junior high. There is a lot of traffic beneath me. More and more traffic, then signs of an accident. The accident is getting bigger and bigger, and I keep flying a little higher to try and stay out of things. Now there are full-scale disasters with collapsed buildings, and rescue work, and construction all going on, and I'm just trying to make it across the street. So as I mentioned, there is some construction going on, and there are lots of random people walking along girders up in the sky, and they are just walking off the ends and plummeting to their doom, and nobody seems to care.

And yet there are construction workers approaching me (still flying in the air), and they seem to think I am somehow trying to jump off the beams and commit suicide, because they cannot grasp the concept that I can fly. So they are trying to catch me in nets, or knock me down by swinging pipes at me to keep me from killing myself, while ignoring all the people who actually are killing themselves, and I am just trying to dodge out of the way and get past this blasted intersection!

By this point, the intersection has changed to Crescent and Magnolia, and I am heading for Marshall instead of Brookhurst, and I am just flying higher and higher into the air until I finally manage to leave the people chasing me behind, and I finally allow myself to drop the altitude a bit, until I manage to land on the roof of one of the houses on Crescent between Magnolia and La Reina. I'm kind of catching my breath there, when I glance over and see an old, slightly beat up Domino's Pizza box. Problem is, as I am watching it, it is starting to develop reddish-orange and black stripes, and I can see blades starting to stretch out of the box.

The pizza box is in the process of morphing into Freddy Krueger, and I'm not going to have that. I start concentrating on the pizza box only being a pizza box, and trying to force it to only be a pizza box with my mind. At the same time, I am also praying that it is only a pizza box, and grabbing the box and tearing it to pieces, until there is no longer any way that Freddy can form from it. I'm just starting to relax, having beat him, when I look down, and two pizza delivery drivers have both pulled up, stepping out of their cars with brand new pizza boxes for him to morph from.

I am trying to explain that I did not order a pizza, I do not want a pizza, and if they aren't careful, they are going to release a crazed mad-man on the world, but they just want to deliver their pizzas. So I jump in the air and try to start flying again, except I instead find myself on a bus that Paul Orsi is driving, except moments later it is a helicopter, and he is trying to take it high into the sky, except that I wrestle with him for the control, and try to force a landing on Hickory, because I'm just done with the whole thing. Just as we land, I wake up.

05-02-2016 -- I'm walking through the BPM parking lot, in the area between the May Company auto center, and May Company, itself. The parking lot is full of cars, and also full of people who are trying to survey people about their dreams. For some reason, it seems unlikely that they would want to talk to me about this, so I plan to just wander past until somebody specifically asks people for dreams that are horror-related. At that point, I stop to talk to them, and am going through and describing in great detail the Freddy Krueger portion of the dream I had on 04-28-16.

Soon after that, I walk home to the Hickory House, where I enter and am wandering back and forth between my original bedroom, and the bedroom I eventually took over from Keith. Oddly, though it is the HH, I seem to be renting a room from a cross between Rosemary and Bonnie. I find there are several somewhat scruffy tiny baby kittens in the house. They seem kind of ill and damaged, and it turns out they are part of an animal rescue type of thing.

I spend some time petting the kittens, and then also petting Tucker and Keffer, who are also here again, though Keffer has lost a lot of weight, and is now in much better shape. Several of Bonnie's clown friends are over, and seem to be involved in the rescue work. One of them makes some sort of comment about the benefits of a pair of narrow box springs as opposed to one large box spring for larger queen or king-size beds, because she says it lessens the amount of 'sliding' a mattress does. Bonnie doesn't get it, and I jump in to tell about how my queen sized mattress shifts around all the time, but my parents' king-sized mattress on a pair of box springs didn't.

So even more clowns are showing up, and talking about ways to help out, and things, and stuff just starts sort of changing, and we're soon in a large stadium-like venue, where several clowns (and others) are starting to give performances that are more than half sales pitches to sell various things, the proceeds to go to the animal rescue efforts. The place is getting more and more busy, the sales people are becoming more and more pushy, and suddenly I find myself watching Billie Piper, slightly slinkily dressed and acting kind of sexy, doing her own part to entertain and help out.

05-02-16 -- I'm playing some sort of Doctor Who video game, but the longer I play, the more it seems to be turning to real life. (I can still see myself pressing keys to try and move around, but I'm moving me around in a real-life situation.) I believe I am traveling around in a somewhat hospital-like building, when I find we're being attacked by Daleks. I take off running, and the Daleks are following fairly closely behind, and I can't seem to manage to get away from them.

Soon I find myself in a hallway with three elevators, and I dive into one of the elevators, and start pressing buttons, and instead of moving between floors, I am traveling through time. The problem is, the Daleks almost seem to have managed to link to me, somehow, so every time I try and go a few days further into the past, so I can have time to prepare for the Dalek invasion, they have somehow started their invasion a few days early, and are right there waiting for me, as the doors open again.

In addition, the elevators are also working as elevators, and moving to different floors of the building at the same time. The problem is, the middle elevator has no buttons, and if you enter into it, you are stuck going wherever it takes you, with no control over where you are going, and I am popping in and out of the various elevators like I was in a Scooby Doo chase scene. At one point, I dive into an elevator, and find it is the one with no controls, so I dive out again, almost getting caught in the closing doors. I try to dive into the next elevator over, but its doors slam in my face, so I throw myself at the third elevator, and only just manage to throw my arm in as the doors slam on it, then bounce back open again, so I can get in.

This seems to give me a tiny bit of breathing room, but only a tiny bit. I throw myself into an 'office' of the hospital, and explain to the other Time Lords what is going on, and how I am crossing my own timeline, trying to find a way to defeat the Daleks, but that they are somehow time traveling at the same time, and always beat me to it. And as I am explaining, we can hear the laser blasts and screams from other parts of the hospital, as the Daleks are here, but just haven't reached this room, yet. And though I think I am going to be in trouble with them for crossing my owns paths in the time stream, the situation is important enough that they don't seem to care. Unfortunately, the only advice they have for me is something along the lines of 'embrace death.'

The Daleks are getting ever closer, and I head off at a run, bursting into what appears to be a basketball court, and dodging some players who may be real-life friends of mine (one of them possibly Nick), before I run out another door and through more office-like areas. I finally make it to a corner office, where I run in and find myself facing the Grim Reaper, skeleton, black robes, and all. I launch myself at him, wrap my arms around him, and we both smash through the window, and find ourselves falling hundreds of feet.

Somehow this is supposed to allow Death to see multiple realities or time line possibilities or something, so that he can spot an action that I can take that will allow me to beat the Daleks, but instead he is just crying about how all paths now lead to the end of everything, and there is not a single hope left in the entire universe. Very depressing and horrifying. Except ... even though Death cannot see a way through it all, I suddenly know what to do, and how to fix it, even as we are still plunging to our deaths. And then I wake up.