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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.

11-16-2012 -- Lost the earlier bits, whatever they might have been. But there was something earlier, because I was coming from somewhere and from doing something when I find myself approaching a Circle K in Altamonte. But as it is, don't know what led me there.

But as I enter this Circle K, I find a lot of people who are drinking some sort of Blue Cherry Pepsi that looks like it would be a raspberry soda, except the name is certainly cherry. I'm considering looking around for one, wanting to try it, but the little kids who are running around me can't quit talking about how good of a snow cone it makes, and I have to admit that sounds good.

Somehow there are these odd hanging containers of shaved ice for the snow cones on the product racks on the shelves, but of course all the shaved ice inside is melting and dripping all over the floor. I grab a snow cone cup and fill in with some of the ice, then head to the counter to get more ice and some flavoring.

The person at the counter takes my money and fills up cup up nicely with ice (somehow seems like far more ice is put in than could ever fit) and adds a lot of flavoring, but then she never ends up handing the cup back to me. I wait for a bit, but more and more customers keep coming in, and soon the mayor of Altamonte (who seems to be Kristian Truelsen) comes in and is giving some sort of award or something, and I have no luck getting the lady's attention to actually get my snow cone back.

I decide I'll try the drive-thru and see if I can get her attention that way. I exit the building and climb in to what seems to be my dad's truck. (A somewhat large work truck with all sorts of tool boxes and things on it.) I can't drive it very well, and keep ending up in narrow areas rather than the proper drive-thru lane, but eventually I reach the window, and finally manage to get my snow cone. Problem is, with all the time we've wasted, its half melted.

I drive across the street to the parking lot of a gym, and park, then try to eat the snow cone. Problem is, it tastes utterly horrible, and all waxy. I think it is some sort of buildup coming off the paper cup and onto the ice, but for some reason, it spreads, so that there may be a tiny half-inch cylinder of ice in the middle of the snow cone that doesn't taste bad. I toss the darn thing away.

By this point I am now inside the gym, and seem to be being attacked by Mayor Kris and his thugs. They are kind of chasing me around, and I end up somehow kind of creating some sort of clear bubble around them that traps them and floats in the air. I'm just kind of forcing the bubbles to appear around them, and they are stuck there, just kind of floating in mid-air. As I manage to trap them all, Kristian kind of turns into some sort of evil version of Santa Claus, and is swearing he'll have his revenge.

I find myself standing in the middle of an intersection, with cars zooming all around me. I am somehow forcing them to stay in their proper lanes as they turn the corners to avoid hitting me, and this makes some of them angry. The ones that start getting too angry, I kind of point to the subway stations, where people are waiting for trains to arrive.

At one of these subway stations, I find myself facing somebody in one of the blue uniforms of EarthForce Security from Babylon 5. The random security guard is joined by Claudia Christian. (Not Susan Ivanova, Claudia Christian.) Somehow I have gone back in time, and wherever I am is where they are filming the second season of Babylon 5. As we stand here in the subway station (which may somehow be the film set for the station) I am telling both actors how much I enjoy the show.

Somehow there is something about the extremely minimal bedroom that Bruce Boxleitner is staying in, and then things change to where I may be staying in another such minimal hotel room with Claudia. Hey, this could be a really cool dream if I didn't wake up right at this point!

11-15-2012 -- Started out with a very long, very repetitive Runescape bit, one of those scenes that seems to go on forever, and makes you wish you were awake? Something about picking a berry off a lergberry bush, and refilling an ectovial, then waiting five minutes for a game tick and doing it again ... and again, and again, and again ... very boring. There is also a tiny hint of a toll booth, though nothing too detailed.

Eventually things change, and it somehow feels like I have been doing this as part of a security shift, somewhere up in Maitland in the Lake Destiny area. Somehow I am walking away from the post to try and catch the 42 bus line (from Buena Park) but while I am between bus stops, I miss both the East and Westbound 42s. Darn it.

I think about doubling back, but eventually continue west like I was walking. Eventually I find myself in the area around Apopka where Edgewater changes its name and actually goes under Orange Blossom Trail, by where the OPC plant is. I'm getting tired and out of breath, but I eventually reach a small no-name convenience store that is closer to Orange or OBT in my home area (this area isn't very close to reality, but I dream about it a lot.)

I want to buy a powerball ticket with powerplay, and am trying to pull out three dollars, but I have these huge rolls of bills in my pocket, and it is hard to get what I want off them. With big wads of bills, you might think I'm rich, but they're all ones with maybe a single five, so they are probably just tips for making balloons. Anyway, I manage to peal off three ones for the guy in the store, and for some reason he gives me a bunch of quarters. Turns out he doesn't sell lotto tickets, but he hopes I'll be just as happy to play his slot machines. But that's not what I want, so I leave the store in disgust.

I think I am now in a somewhat run-down area in Apopka, walking around a small warehouse-like building, where I am being annoyed by a couple of teen punks who seem to be kind of redneck. They are badgering me, asking me if I want them to pea in my soda or something. Uh ... no! Somehow I find myself talking to my mom about the security shift I just worked, then I walk around a corner and find myself in front of a house where there is a small black pick-up.

I end up talking to a combination of Ron D. (a past roommate), and Randy, one of my current roommates. I'm hungry, he's hungry, and I manage to talk him into going out to eat, but he's also extremely tired, so I have to drive. We climb into his pick-up, and all the time he is talking about all these strange, fancy redneck foods he wants to eat. Stuff like possum roadkill in a balsamic vinaigrette reduction with a nice bowl of free-range cow-pie stew or the likes. [Can't remember any of the exact food items, but it felt very like the Capital Steps bit on Scottish Cooking.] Very insane, very funny.

I have some problems driving his truck, and the clutch doesn't seem to want to work all that well, but it isn't too bad. Soon we find ourselves driving up Wymore in Altamonte, getting close to Altamonte Blvd, when we find a redneck bar that he likes. Somehow we are driving the truck inside the restaurant, but there are no parking spots inside. I have to open a small door in the north end of the building and drive out to find a parking spot, though as I exit I am suddenly on the south side of the building.

As I walk back in, there's a young redneck kid who is playing some sort of game that involves him trying to slap me without me being able to slap him back. Very weird. I find Ron, and we go from just getting ready to order, to suddenly having just finished our meal, and trying to get our check. I'm heading back to the south to get the truck, and as I dodge around a male and female server, they turn into a doctor and nurse, and I find myself in a hospital somewhere.

I need to use a restroom, so I try and enter a restroom / locker room combination, but the door is locked. It is locked, but somehow I can open it, anyway, and I step into the locker room. One of the lockers in the corner is rocking slightly, and moaning, and I realize a couple of the hospital staff are having some improper fun that they don't want to be caught at, which is why they locked the door. How they are both fitting into a locker and finding the room to do what they are doing, I don't have a clue.

Anyway, they figure they are alone because of the locked door, and they start to open the locker and come out of it. I just take a seat on a bench and kind of stare at them, waiting to embarrass them when they spot me. But they only have eyes for each other. So they make it out of the locker and just keep going at it until I make some sort of comment (something along the lines of 'very nice' or something), then they turn red with embarrassment.

I walk up to my own locker and start trying to remember my combination. I manage to remember 5, and 10, but what was the last number? Oh well ... I just start turning it back the other way and listen for the slight click, and then pull it right open, before I wake up.

11-15-2012 -- Anything earlier than this is gone. I am standing in a room somewhere, receiving a phone call. Unfortunately, I barely hear the person, and they can barely hear me. Friends in the room are trying to talk to me at the same time, and this just makes it worse. I know it is probably just a collection call to the wrong person, but to try and manage to hear the call, I duck into a public restroom. [Really, almost 95% of the calls I get on my phone are wrong numbers of people trying to get money out of the person who had my phone number before I did. Annoying.]

Anyway, even in the restroom, I am having problems hearing the person on the phone, and one of my friends follows me into the restroom to continue talking to me, anyway. But the odd thing is, as I'm trying to chase him off so I can hear, more and more ladies keep walking into the restroom, even though it is a men's room. It is also getting larger and larger, and is turning into a men's locker room, rather than just a bathroom. But I guess the ladies is closed, and they want to use it bad enough to share it.

So I'm slowly walking forward, trying to see what I can as all these ladies start changing clothes, without be obvious or obnoxious about it, when I come across a couple of big, muscle-bound rugged looking guys who are really coming on to one nice-figured brunette. Soon it is just one guy, and his hands are all over her. She doesn't seem to have any problem with this. I am just a couple feet away at this point, but they don't notice me. Somehow I have turned invisible.

Spoiler for Sex:

I decide if I am invisible, I may as well have some fun. I drop to my knees behind this gal as she is kissing the guy, and reach my hands under her very short mini skirt and pull down her panties, then start kissing her backside, and eating her out, just a little. She can't see me, so she assumes I am somehow the guy she is kissing, and she starts moaning and writhing around a bit.

Eventually I've got my organ free, and slide it into her. She is soon riding on top of me, writhing around like crazy and slamming herself up and down on me, moaning and groaning like crazy. I'm still invisible, so the guy doesn't have any idea what she's doing, and is really getting a little freaked out by it. But he is a guy, so he decides if she is going to go nuts, he's going to get something out of it. He pulls out his organ and sticks it in her mouth for a blow job.

We continue this for a while, and it is quite pleasant and enjoyable, then she starts begging me to put it up her butt. She stands up and so do I. I bend her over, push her mini well up over her hips, and spread her cheeks for a good view of what I have to work with, before I start to push it up her tight butt hole, her still moaning like she has been ever since I got started here. I think the other guy is still getting his blow job. Very pleasant dream.

11-11-12 -- I am attending a class or lecture or something on dreaming, perhaps in London or France, or maybe in Denmark, I'm just not sure where. As we enter the classroom we're told to take our seats and start reading the first chapter of our textbooks, while the instructor is talking about how he has never held a candle before, and how interesting it feels.

They start pouring hot wax into very thin paper containers hanging from the walls in order to make candles for us all, and soon they are spinning around and small bits of hot wax are escaping and splattering against me, but it's no big deal. Problem is, though they keep trying, they can't get the new candles to light! Eventually they realize they have them on the wrong setting. When they switch from the 'cat' setting (no idea!) to the 'dragon' setting, the room is suddenly filled with a nice, cheery glow.

I've finished reading the chapter, and am waiting for everybody else to finish. As I wait, I glance around the room and find there are several people here that I know. I see termite and Anthony, and one of their little ones from the GK forum, and I am pretty sure I also recognize Stephanie W. and Chris T. from high school. I also hear others talking, and discover that Sarah H. from the GK forum is here, and hope there won't be trouble.

I am amazed that so much time has passed and everybody is still reading. I must read even faster than I realized! Somehow my chair to the far left of the second row has disappeared, and I find myself searching for another among the tiny kids chairs stacked up around the corners of the room while the instructor tells jokes and quotes sayings to his various assistants, sometimes even telling dirty stories.

Finally we seem to be ready to move on, and the instructor is preparing to have us make some kind of paper turkeys for thanksgiving, or maybe lunch sack puppets. I don't know what they have to do with dreaming, but maybe it is about the creativity or something. I walk up to the instructor to claim my supplies for making the turkey, and he starts asking me all kinds of questions I don't know the answers to. It turns out I misheard, and we were supposed to read the first seven chapters in the book! D'oh!

I say that I'll catch up, and return to my seat, going back to reading. Anthony is sitting in front of me, working on his project, termite next to him. Then they disappear, wandering around the room and mingling with people. Soon it is lunch time, and I manage to meet Anthony face to face, and we do one of those supposedly cool multi-part handshakes as we introduce ourselves. Unfortunately termite is off talking to other friends, so I still don't get to meet her in person.

Dale shows up, and is also behind in his reading, which is not as big of a surprise, since reading puts him to sleep. We're all feeling utterly exhausted, and since the event now seems to be in Australia, I'm blaming it on the time change, and am not surprised.

11-11-2012 -- [This one seems to be all over the place.] I am sitting around playing with my cellular phone, and find myself almost making a call to R.A. Herring by dialing R.A. Herring, before I realize that is probably a really bad idea. Instead, maybe I ought to get BC to do that ... no, probably not.

As I am thinking about this, I find that MetroPCS is going to change their phone plans again in a couple of weeks, adding more features and raising the prices. The nice thing is, their old customers will be grandfathered in at the same old price. Since I was already grandfathered in the last time, this means I will be keeping the same really low price for any number of years, which seems like I am getting a really good deal, so maybe life is good.

Somehow I find myself being given a puppy by Bynner D., but that means I need to move it to a larger, more roomy crate with a roof to protect it from the weather. I find that I seem to be doing this in the Heinz house on Holly Way, and I can't wait to get home for the day and start playing with it and cuddling it. As I get home, I find a strange cross between Betty McBride and Betty Taylor singing Home, I'm Home. I start to belt it out, and do a great job.

I find myself outside the steps of the sort of farmhouse I once visited my grandparents in, and two little babies seem to be falling down the stairs. I manage to catch one, and deflect the other, so it at least doesn't fall as far. Somehow in regards to this, Dale is kind of getting too religious, blaming things on sin or something, when in reality, kids wander, and sometimes do fall down. There is something about considering having a meal at Ohana or perhaps a Chinese restaurant, but the details aren't too clear.

Soon I find there seems to be some sort of construction going on at the house next to the Goodwins, and I am about to ask some police about it, but just before I get the chance, they move a heavy manhole cover, and something large jumps out of it and starts to scurry away. Yuck! Is it a giant roach? No, its a four foot long lizard, which is scary, but much better than an equally large roach! There are also a bunch of spider webs, and I find that Dale is playing music from some soundtracks.

11-10-2012 -- I'm working somewhere (restaurant, I think) right at the shift change, counting out a cash drawer. I somehow have to pay out $40 for a last-minute transaction, and while it is perfectly correct and accurate, it makes me look bad, so I am not happy about it. Don't know why, but at first there are some of the female performers from the Adventurers Club around. Anne is here, as is Susan, and even the small redhead (whose name I have forgotten for some reason.)

The place seems to at least partly be a very large bookstore, though I am not sure where it is. As I wander around, I find myself also running into childhood friends who I now see on Facebook, including David D. and Brian W. I find a large box of gems connected to Runescape that I've taken in, and am keeping track of, and there are hints of Babylon 5 and Captain Sinclair, but nothing detailed enough to note.

The bookstore (or is it a library) is getting bigger and bigger, and as I go through the shelves I am finding lots of great books I am interested in. I know I come across some Mad Libs books, and some of those maze collections I was interested in as a kid. I think I saw a couple of the superhero books I was trying to get from the Anaheim Public Library, and an omnibus collection of PG Wodehouse books that includes Do Butlers Burgle Banks? But even as I am looking through all these great shelves of books, more and more of the bookcases are starting to disappear.

As more and more of the shelves and books are just kind of disappearing, I find myself worrying that the store is going out of business, which would mean much less chance for me to get the books I want. Somehow in the middle of all this, Anne is there, trying to perform as the maid. Susan and 'Red' are also here, and Susan seems to be really trying to build me up. She is talking about what a great friend I am and how I am brave and loyal (and possibly valiant to the end, though I didn't register it at the time). I think she is trying to set me up with somebody.

She is trying to calm my fears of the bookstore closing, figuring since she works there she would know about it if it were really happening, but she can't come up with any reason why so many shelves of books are disappearing. One of us makes some sort of comments about a dream and the redhead or something, and with Anne also in the picture, I find myself worried about absurd stalking charges or something, and decide to change my story slightly by saying "Oops ... wrong dream."

Soon Susan is leading me through almost flea market stalls to reach another big used bookstore, but to get there we pass right through 'Red's stall, which I fear could lead to even more misunderstandings. By this point, I am almost kind of flying around, and while I have kind of known without knowing (if you get what I mean) that I have been dreaming, by this point I am kind of consciously starting to realize it.

I can see the Magic Kingdom and some of its rides a short distance away (probably some of the mountain rides), and since I look around and find nobody good looking in the area, I decide I'll fly to the park to try and find somebody for sex. The problem is, I suddenly can't fly very well, and find myself getting tangled in trees and wires and stuff.

I find myself remembering the dream where I flew across the whole country in a matter of minutes by flying really high in the sky so the nation was spread before me like a map, then just plunging to the ground where I wanted to be at, but I can't seem to do that in this dream. Instead I find myself listening to rock music while arguing with locals who wonder why I don't want to be their best buddy!

11-14-2012 -- Early parts gone, but I am in an area that is half a small area of streets backing a lake in Florida, and half somewhere on the Fullerton College campus in California. I'm not sure why I am here, but I am at Don Dunn's shop, so it probably has something to do with car repairs. At the back of the property, where it borders on the lake, there is a spider web across the path, with a small red spider in the middle of the web. As I watch it, the spider is growing slightly larger, and is turning into what almost looks like a vaguely sponge ball-ish blob, about an inch across.

Moment by moment, there seem to be more and more of these things, some connected together, almost like centipede segments or something. Somehow they are important, but not terribly dangerous, and they help to keep the path clear, though clear of what, I really don't have a clue. There are some kids who live in a hillbilly-like house back in the mud around the lake that are running through the area.

I seem to be standing here with Bonnie M. at Don Dunn's place, wait for somebody who I am almost sure is Xander Harris (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) to bring me something, though at first I am not sure what it is. [Problem is, I have never seen BtVS, so I don't know the character, which makes this very strange.] Whatever I am waiting for, it has already been paid for, in fact it was paid for perhaps a year or two ago, and Xander is very late in providing it.

I'm pretty sure it is supposed to be a state-of-the-art computer which Xander was supposed to be able to get for me really cheap. Anyway, as we're waiting for Xander to hopefully show up, Bonnie decides to give me a worn, slightly bent metal side-panel from a computer, and since it isn't in the best of shape, I'm hoping it isn't supposed to be a part of my new state-of-the-art machine. It isn't, just an extra piece of metal she has found that she thinks I may want.

No idea how or why, but I seem to own an old, beat up truck which is a cross between a box truck and a trash truck. I don't see any use for the side panel except as a bit of scrap metal, so I climb up the side of the truck to toss it in the back. As I go to do some, a worker looks out and asks me "What's up?" Worker? I didn't know I had any workers with the truck .... I don't have anything for him to do, and no money to pay him with, so I tell him he can take the rest of the week off because we have nothing scheduled.

But I find myself thinking that maybe I should start up a salvage yard like Jupiter's Uncle Titus (Three Investigators). I wonder if I might be able to make a living as a junk dealer. I suddenly find myself looking at some old statues and thinking of how I might pack them in the truck to be able to move them safely, figuring in wrapping them in blankets and things to help protect them from damage in moving. It seems to be almost a sort of test.

By this time, the area has turned to Hazelnut in Buena Park, and Bonnie M is trying to call Xander on her cell phone, but is interrupted when a sort of mobile home trailer pulls up to Sean S.'s house. Sean has an aunt or something that is a friend of Bonnie's, and she has just shown up and is unloading something off her trailer. She seems to be handing me bits of foam packing material or something, and I assume she needs help and am neatly stacking the material for her, until she asks me what I think I'm doing. I have no clue, and she doesn't tell me anything, but she doesn't seem to need my help.

About this time, Xander finally shows up and starts unpacking a lot of very large boxes. It seems he finally has my computer, but there are hints that not everything is right. He may need more money, or may not have all the parts because some things were not available. The large replacement hard drive may not be as large as it is supposed to be. And the 20" monitor which was supposed to be top-of-the-line when I ordered it is now more toward the lower end. But it is still a very good Mac system built on the Power PC line at about 367 MHz, which in my dreams is still quite good. (In real life I no longer know what would be a good Mac processor.) I am thinking this system will help me to reacquaint myself with desktop publishing software on the Mac, giving me a better chance at graphic artist job interviews since I still need to find work.

As we're unpacking stuff, Don Dunn comes across what almost seems like large stacks of advertising pogs or perhaps coasters. Small, thin paper-ish discs with pictures and system details printed on them. In some was I'm not really clear on, I'm shooting them out of a sort of air cannon, trying to fire them into a pile out of the way. But the air cannon is far more powerful than I realize, and I end up shooting them several houses down the block. I try to go gathering them all up again, but find all those that have landed on the grass have absorbed the dew, and are too wet to be worth collecting.

11-13-2012 -- More to this in the beginning that I can't remember, as usual. I'm pretty sure I am in the Hickory House, except it doesn't have the right layout, and areas are much bigger. As I am wandering the house, I am watching something on TV, and it seems to involve what seems to be a balloon sculpture, except I grab it and it seems to be something else made to look like a balloon sculpture, a sort of prop.

It is three 260s braided together into a straight stick, but the braiding somehow makes it more aerodynamic, so it should be able to be tossed around a room and fly really well. [Though I haven't looked into it in real life for years, I think this is actually true.] The prop has some kind of balloon creature riding it, but I am more interested in the braided part. I can't try it out because it isn't really made of balloons, but I decide I want to make the same thing, and try it.

Problem is, as I start looking for my balloons, my mom tells me to use hers, instead, and points me at a huge 'bag' of balloons on the couch. She explains that Pioneer Balloons gave it to her for a give-away at a lecture she is giving at the clown section of a convention. This thing is massive, probably about two feet by two feet, and contains probably 15 times the amount of balloons my apron carries (and my apron carries around 2,000 balloons), and I am amazed and jealous that they have given this to her to use, then give away.

How can she have this and be giving a class at a balloon convention as a clown, when she has only been doing this for a couple of years, while I have been doing this much longer, and have never been asked to do so? But neither here nor there. I go to grab some blue balloons (a sort of royal blue color, a shade lighter than the basic dark blue) and they stretch more than they ought to. I decide not to try and mouth inflate, with my air and vocal chords as they are, and go looking for a pump, but the first one I find has a huge tip, and I know I could never stretch the balloon over it. The second one is a regular balloon pump, and works fine for me.

Problem is, as I start to blow up the balloon, perhaps a 10" section of balloon fills up, then starts bulging horribly before it pops. I start to stretch the other balloons slightly, and they are like pulling warm taffy. I try to grab more from mom's balloon bag, but they are all in the same condition, either badly made, or very old, with no strength and stability left, so I don't get to blow any up and try the designs. I am explaining all this to mom, while asking where the balloon prop came from.

She explains that some guy named 'Charlie' comes by every couple of days and drops off some balloons he has made for the local kids. I have no idea who Charlie is, but it is nobody I know. Suddenly we are at the convention (it is either an FCM convention or a balloon convention that has made a point to invite non-ballooning clowns to try and teach them) and I am wandering around, visiting with balloon artists I know, while having to admit I don't know where my balloons have vanished to.

I visit with Don Caldwell for a few minutes, and he is working on some great new designs he plans to use in a combination lecture and show tomorrow, then I find myself visiting with Joe White. Meanwhile, it is just a day or two before Halloween, and mom is talking about how she isn't taking her gig at the weird mall-like fun center that I've dreamed about making balloons at several times before, because she doesn't expect many people there on Halloween. Several others are trying to explain that this is one of their busiest days of the year, but she just won't listen.

It is quite late in the evening, and several of the balloon artists are talking about going out to a bar or nightclub for a little drinking and partying, and I'd really like to come along, but I start to realize that while I know these people, like them, and they sometimes teach me some designs, none of them are actually friends, and none want me along for the party. Bummer. I'm regretting Dale just went home from a Disney visit, because it means he's not going to have the time off to go to the convention, and I'm going to be all alone. Double bummer. [True ... my best friend Dale was just here in Florida for two weeks, and just went home ... part of why almost none of my dreams have been posted for the last couple of weeks.]

As the balloon artists head off to the bar, I just wander the streets. I am singing some sort of old classic song (perhaps Putting on the Ritz, but really, I think the song changed several times even as I was singing it.) As I sing the first line, I find myself walking next to several punk-looking teens, and I am embarrassed, so I switch to whistling. When I am whistling the last line, one of the teens sings it out (though by this point the last line may have been 'So happy together') and when the other punks glare at him, he says something like "What? It was a great song, and he sang that first line of it very well!"

One of the other punks pulls a small tray of Stouffer's mac and cheese out of the microwave, and spits on it to show what he thinks of this. I make some sort of smart-alec comment about how he has no musical taste, and I, for one, don't want any of the mac and cheese either, thank you very much! The others laugh and agree, and he gets mad and throws it at me, getting mac and cheese all over my shoes. I walk off down the street, trying to wipe the shoes clean.

Spoiler for Becoming lucid and sex:

As I walk down the street, I find myself approaching three more teens, two guys and a girl. They are probably 17 or 18, not super-young. The girl is a very attractive blonde, with flowing, long blonde hair, an attractive face, and a pair a nicely formed, nicely-sized breasts, probably C cups. I know this because she is not wearing a top. As I walk past them, I am trying to get as good of a look as I can without staring and gawking.

As I walk past I find myself thinking 'that's illegal. She could get in trouble for that, and while somebody that age might run around half-nude on a dare or a prank, they would not be so cool and uncaring about doing so in public in front of a stranger. I must be dreaming!'

I hold my hand in front of me, and start trying to stretch my fingers. Nothing happens. I bend down and try to push my fingers through the curb I am standing next to, and again, nothing happens. Yet I am convinced I am dreaming. I lift my hand to my face and start looking closely at my fingers. Several of them have been cut off, and end in stumps. Yet at the same time, they are whole and complete. One is bent off at a weird angle, like it is broken, yet at the same time it is perfectly straight and normal. 'This is more like it,' I think. (Was doing some reading about Schrodinger's Cat recently, which may explain the fingers both being there and not.) I am so excited to have proof that I am dreaming, that I start to walk on air, actually kind of dancing around perhaps 6 inches off the ground.

I quickly turn to follow the cute half-nude teen, and in the few seconds it takes me to catch up with her, we are all now standing in a crowd at a cross between a playground and a ball field. We're at bleachers outside a short chain link fence surrounding the softball field. The girl was was half-nude is now in a uniform, preparing to play, as is getting younger before my eyes. She is now probably 16, maybe even 15, but still very hot, and in the dream, I just don't care.

I make a comment about how disappointing it is that she got dressed, and it just means more work for me, then I pull her close and start to kiss her. Being as it is my dream, she has no objections, and starts to return my kisses as I start to remove her clothes. We break the kiss for a moment as I pull her shirt over her head, and then kiss again as I start to pull down her pants.

The crowd around us are not as upset as they should be, but the game is about to start, and as I release the kiss and begin to strip off my pants and undies, her mother is urging her to run off to the field, as the game is about to start. She does, seemingly unconcerned that she is running onto the field, naked.

I'm a little upset about this, and turn to glare at the mother. After all, I was just about to have a lot of fun! But then I see the mother, and I really don't mind. She looks much like the daughter, long blonde hair, gorgeous face, even more stacked. She is perhaps around 37 to 40, and a complete knock-out. I am now nude, and I just grab her shoulders and gently push her to her knees, then shove my erection into her mouth. She just starts sucking on it.

Problem is, the dream isn't a very good dream. She's sucking like a vacuum cleaner ... even sounding kind of like one, but I'm not getting nearly as much feeling as I ought to be, from it. Meanwhile, we're in the middle of a crowd, but they can't quite see what is going on. The lady's husband wants her to come and sit with him to watch the game, and doesn't understand why she is on her knees. Even if he somehow can't see my dick in her mouth, I am halfway surprised he doesn't figure out what is going on just from her face being right in my crotch.

She seems slightly confused as she tries to respond to him, showing she herself doesn't really realize what is going on and she slurps her way off me and tries to answer him. I just push my way back into her mouth. But as I start to remove her clothes, people are having a harder and harder time not noticing what is happening, and keep approaching us. Finally, I gently wave a hand at them, and speak in a kind of hypnotic voice. I tell them they can't see us, and for a few minutes they won't even remember the woman was with it. They kind of drift away to start watching the game.

By this point, I have all the blonde's clothes off, and she is spread eagle on the ground in front of me. I start to press a large thingy into her slit, but disconcertingly, one of her legs has separated from her body. It is still moving in rhythm to what we are doing, but there is a gap of about an inch between it and the rest of her body. And still there is not nearly the amount of sensation there ought to be.

And meanwhile, though it has only been a minute or two, people are starting to gather around us, wanting to know what is happening. The husband seems to be actually figuring things out, and though it is hard for him to override what I told him, he is starting to try and get mad. So I wave my hand again, and in a more annoyed hypnotic voice am telling them they will forget she even exists for fifteen minutes. They start to drift off, but almost immediately are turning back to us again. So I wipe their minds of all memory of everything, with no time limit, figuring when I finish, I'll give them their memories back.

Problem is, it is even affecting the blonde I am with, and with no memory of anything, she is just laying there. There is almost no sensation, anyway, and this becoming completely meaningless. "Fine!" I snap, petulantly. I wave my hand and the woman is on her feet, completely dressed, as am I. She and the others wander away to the ballgame, and I just walk down the street, trying to think of something else to do, since I still know I am dreaming.

I don't know exactly how the idea comes into my head, but I somehow decide it would be fun to ride the Corkscrew, a roller coaster that used to be at Knott's Berry Farm, but was removed something like 20 years ago. I just start staring down the road, and a little in the distance, a mountain starts to come into being, and slowly the Timber Mountain Log Ride begins to appear, logs plunging down the long drop and splashing into the water. I can just barely see hints of the highest part of the Corkscrew's lift hill behind it.

I walk around the mountain and into the Roaring 20s section, but it takes some work. I have been kind of pulling this out of my mind and forcing it into the world, so things are sort of super-imposed on each other. As I try and walk into the Roaring 20s section of the park, I am walking under the freeway overpasses that were already here when I started to pull the rides into existence. Kind of neat, kind of weird, seeing freeway lanes filled with cars just disappearing into the sides of the log ride and the mine train areas.

As I move further in, I can now see almost the entire ride in front of me. But it isn't quite right. The cars should be red white and blue, but they seem to be green and yellow, and instead of riding on top of the track, they are hanging underneath, a suspended coaster. But the track itself seems right, and I am more than willing to try the Corkscrew as a suspended coaster.

A few problems, though. At first I can't find the entrance area, and when I finally do, the lines are very, very long. At one point, where the track dips to near the ground, after the lift hill and just before going into the corkscrews (the real layout of the ride), the ride almost seems to merge with the line, and people are just kind of being sucked into it. But when I get there, nothing is happening.

I decide to just bypass the line, and half-jump, half-fly up to the loading station, but as I do, the ride seems to have just shut down for the day, and there are no more cars on the track, so no matter what I do, I just can't seem to get a ride. Very frustrating!

[Oddly, while there was a lot of lucid stuff in the dream, a lot of cool dream powers and impossible things, still nothing actually worked out, and there was a lot of frustration throughout, as well. Doesn't change the fact that it was a very long, detailed, and interesting dream for me.]

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There was another very long and detailed dream earlier in the night, but unlike this one, I couldn't remember much of it. I know there were some Harry Potter bits, and lots of repetition and boring bits. I also eventually found myself in a sort of higher-class version of the Adventurers Club, sitting on a large, ornate staircase leading into the main salon wearing either a bathrobe or towel. Either way, I am probably going to be half-nude as I stand up. A couple of anonymous female performers here, and some annoying interactions with BC for some reason. Might be interesting if I could remember it in full, but as it is, not worth much.

11-07-2012 -- In this one, I just kind of 'woke' into a family. I know I am dreaming, and this is not my family, but I have just sort of woke up as one of the kids. I think it might be a part of a real life family I know, but am not sure. Anyway, I have woke up as a little kid, and am just running around and playing with all my siblings, having a good time, for the most part.

Eventually most of them run off to do something, and I am flipping through channels watching some television. In the back of my mind, I think I am also plotting the defeat of a villain such as Voldemort. I can recall no details, but there is just this slight sense of Harry Potter story lines, in the back of my mind.

Suddenly I find myself being confronted by my 'parents' who are asking me some question and demanding that I answer them honestly. "When have I ever not been?" I demand. "I don't know," my 'mother' answers sarcastically, "Maybe Green Day!" I know that is the day that I 'woke' into this family. They sensed some personality changes in their child on that day, and I have never been able to satisfactorily explain what changed. (Somehow it didn't seem to be a good idea to just say "This is a dream and I have replaced the child you used to have.")

We argue a bit, and they stalk off angrily. I find myself standing outside of an office I think I once worked security out of, and I am no longer a little kid. Glancing in, there is an attractive redhead in a business suit sitting on a couch, talking to two men. One is sitting on the couch with her, the other is standing next to them.

I know I am dreaming, and figure 'why not?' I walk up behind the lovely lady, take her chin in my hand, and lift her head around toward me as I bend down and kiss her passionately.

Spoiler for sex:

She resists for a couple of seconds, then melts into the kiss as I begin to play with a nipple through her blouse and slowly start to stroke her pussy through her underwear. She moans slightly, and we continue to kiss deeply. Soon I have her half-stripped, and I am between her legs, eating her out as her moans increase.

"So what's all this," an amused voice asks. I sense, rather than see or hear, a shrug from the two guys who just seem to be enjoying the show, and I look up to find a gorgeous brunette in a gray-skirted business suit smirking at us. She is a knockout, lovely face, great figure, and long, dark brown flowing hair. I jump to my feet, wrap her in my arms, and kiss her passionately. She doesn't resist for even a moment. Then I gently push her into a chair and tell her "Wait your turn."

I start tearing my clothes from my body, hopping awkwardly from foot to foot as I kick off my underwear, then turn back to the redhead, but she doesn't seem to be there. I reach out and feel her, but she seems to have somehow turned invisible, so I can't see her anymore. Slightly disappointing, but not a deal-breaker.

For some reason I decide I want to start with a 'star' position, and I am thinking of the drill Sargent demon random in Runescape where he asks you to do what the English seem to call star jumps (the US calls them jumping jacks). I pick up her invisible body and gently set her down on a small table, me between her legs, her arms spread above her head, making the star. I slide into her, and start pumping away as she moans and squeals, and we're both having a great time.

She may be invisible to me, but the brunette commenting on her shaved status to the two guys (who are still enjoying the show, it seems) shows that they can see her. I glance over and find the brunette has stripped, and is leaning back in the chair I placed her in, her legs spread, playing with herself as she watches us. She's got a nicely trimmed dark bush in view, and I can tell her 'turn' is going to be just as fun. I roll the redhead over onto her knees and start going at her doggie-style

when I wake up.

11-07-2012 -- I am walking up Crescent, just before Dale, on the side of the street where the church is located. Oddly, as I walk along, I am pulling the metal core from a wire that is still strung up on the poles [like Don DuFour used to do] and it seems to have gotten caught or tangled on a transformer or something. I'm kind of shaking it to get it to come loose while trying not to electrocute myself.

For some reason, Petey the Clown is walking with me, and is accusing me of being selfish or a bad friend or something. I am just about to cross the street and start walking down Hickory, when some guy from the last house on the block comes out and also starts berating me. He is angry because I am removing the core of this wire, and is afraid somebody will lose power because of it or something. Oddly, he looks like the strongman character from La Nouba [Cirque du Soleil show at Disney World, I just saw a video of it for the first time two days ago.]

As I approach my house, he seems to be kind of stripping my bones out of my fingers as punishment. It doesn't hurt as he does it, oddly enough, but a few seconds later it starts to sting really badly. Then when I reach my house, he starts to remove the screen from the windows on my car, and I am really starting to get ticked off. I start cursing him rather severely, and tell him to stop hurting me and my car, and the generic neighborhood kids are very impressed because he is an adult and I am a little kid like them.

I head toward the front door, planning to enter the house, and just suddenly find myself back on Crescent, across Magnolia from Peter Marshall, walking toward the school. Just as I step into the street I am kind of attacked by a large crate with eye holes that I know contains the strong man character, and has my name on it. He gets loaded on a truck or something, however, and is gone for a bit. I am also being attacked by a very La Nouba-looking clown who has no hair and a solid orange face.

The only way I can stop this clown is to wrap my arms around her and pin her arms to her side, and as I grapple with her I realize it is Petey in different make-up, and she thinks I don't know her well enough to recognize her, but I do. She is still pinned in my arms and I carry her into the office at Peter Marshall and then set her down. The other office workers start celebrating her birthday, and I walk off, leaving her thinking I may not be as bad a friend as she thought. [Petey's real life persona does work in a school, but not a grade school, and not in California.]

I start to head home again. Maybe I'll make it there this time. I am walking through a crowd of several girls who seem to be talking about Halloween costumes and/or playing Bloody Mary. Between the school and La Reina (a very short block) there are five gas stations that I can remember mystery shopping at other times, though today I am not doing any shops. By this time the strongman character has gotten free of his crate and is bugging me again as I walk down the street.

As I turn on to Hickory Drive, I'm muttering about killing the strongman character, and I suddenly find myself running into a bunch of older politicians (Reagan, Nixon, perhaps Margaret Thatcher), and they reveal the rasping strongman is actually some sort of spy or agent, and I am expected to ignore all of his harassment because of his diplomatic mission to the Middle East. I'm thinking his mission is no excuse for his being an idiot.

I actually manage to enter the house this time, and I find myself sorting through a lot of mail in my name. Mom is there and is being a bit of a pest, but I am trying to ignore her. I enter my second bedroom through the kitchen door, and I find the room is huge. In real life it was probably about ten feet by fifteen, but here is is more like 20 x 30. I find that mom has gone against my wishes and has rearranged my room, forming a sort of wall of bookcases surrounding my bed in the upper right corner of the room, leaving the other 3/4 of the room mostly empty. [Actually I never had a problem with my mom rearranging my room against my wishes, but it is something my current landlord is kind of threatening to do.]

I am so angry about the rearrangement, I am about to tell mom off and move out, except I am out of work, broke, and worry I won't be able to find anywhere else to go. Then I wake up.

Also a brief fragment somewhere in the night where I am trying to get some sort of computer layout job and am talking about being asked to do photo essays on the Hornet newspaper overnight to fill in pages that others didn't bother doing, back in my college days.

10-28-2012 -- [Darn it! Some dreams with great possibilities from last night, but I can remember almost nothing of them! Guess I have to post them as fragments again, and lump two or three together, rather than do them separately. Meanwhile, I have been having dreams to write down for the last week, but haven't had the time to post them, and won't for a couple more days. Will eventually be able to catch up again.]

Fragment 1 -- I'm kind of in a sort of nature area, and I am kind of being forced to do something, but I have no idea what. I get the feeling it was all sort of Harry Potter related, and also had something to do with cats, which makes me suspect it also had to do with Mcgonagall, but I can't remember almost anything, which is very annoying.

Anyway, I soon find myself in a ride queue at Disney, and one of the people who works on the ride turns out to be the person who was forcing me to do something I didn't want to do in the last bit, and I get my revenge by coming through their line and doing something every week to annoy them. These are long, detailed things, but I can remember almost nothing of them.

I think one time through, I was talking spoilers about the ride, telling everybody what was coming, which had them mad at the staff for not stopping me. In another trip through, I was somehow firing stickers out of a sort of air cannon and onto peoples foreheads, often blocking their eyes and/or glasses and making it much harder for them to see. I took the end of a long strip of stickers on a roll from the souvenir stand, pulled it out into the line of people, and told them they were getting free stickers, which led to them wanting those stickers on their foreheads.

The whole thing was driving the female cast member nuts as she tried to catch me and throw me out, while fighting with all these people. The straw that broke the camel's back was when I came walking in with a leather belt tied around my head, the tail of the belt stuck down my throat, which somehow caused me to projectile vomit non-stop. I vomited on everybody and everything else in line, but when I tried to vomit on the cast member, she tried to duck into a sort of stairwell, and found herself trapped there. I vomited a huge amount down on top of her, and somehow it caused an explosion and vomit suddenly spewed back out of the stairwell, flying everywhere, even hitting me. Yuck. But it drove the cast member nuts.

Somehow this led to me kind of getting together romantically with another cast member, an attractive blonde. There was a ton more detail than I can remember, and instead of being gross the whole thing was actually quite funny, but I just can't remember it well enough to do it justice.

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Fragment 2 (right before waking for the day) First bit I can remember is walking back on forth on Crescent past the nursery, kicking a little sand, worrying about red ants, and a vague memory of somebody stuck up, snotty, demanding, and perhaps alien arguing with me.

I'm pretty sure I kind of tell them off, and start walking toward Buena Park. There's detail here, but nothing I can remember. The tiniest hint of kicking something metal as I walk along. By the time I am ready to turn on Hickory, I glance across at Tom's house, and somehow I can see a reflection from the pool of an attractive blond swimming in a white, semi-transparent suit. [Think Leslie Easterbrook in the swimming pool scene in the Police Academy movies] I think it is Tom's mom, even though I seem to remember her being a brunette.

Somehow I suddenly find myself in a sort of meeting in a room that I kind of feel is at Fullerton College. It still has something to do with aliens, and in fact as we are discussing them, Hawkeye Pierce (from MASH) starts saying what he thinks, and a hanging red light bulb starts to swing toward him, somehow drawn to him. Its hard to explain, except it is some sort of alien tech that is drawn to the aliens almost magnetically, and in what we've been dealing with, we're worried he is somehow becoming alien. So the light that is kind of pulsing hypnotically also keeps swinging toward him when he speaks, but not toward anyone else.

Soon we're all walking across the campus, spreading out and heading in different directions, spreading information or something, then I find myself in another group meeting, though this time more out in the open. Oddly enough, we're now Starfleet personnel, and I am not sure, but I may be Riker. We're trying to figure out what we're going to do in regards to the aliens, and reactions have been spread in two directions, either for or against the aliens. The 'against' group, my group, has won, so we get to decide the response.

There is a lot of argument along the lines that we should take command of them or something, but Picard is here, and reminds us that would be against our oaths to the Federation, so if we went that route we would be forced out of our commissions. I start on an impassioned speech about how we won't go that route, as I, for one, am not willing to give up my position over this. But my voice is very limited, and nobody seems to hear me.

One of the opposition is starting to argue about my position and our decision, and he is overly tall, thin, and bald. I think he is probably from Mr. Homn's race. He is making an objection to what I am saying, until Picard starts walking toward him, poking him in the chest, and saying something about how actors are wonderful people, but since he is just acting, and not being honest about what he thinks, he should shut up.

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A short one from yesterday: Somehow I am Spider-Man, and I find I have to tear my way through a sort of a strong, thick plastic wall surrounding a ball pit in a play area. There is a little kid watching me, and hoping I can fix everything. Problem is, the flexible plastic shield is very strong, and I have to really exert myself to finally manage to tear it, and find myself falling face first into the ball pit.

Soon I find myself staring up through the colorful balls, catching glimpses of my surroundings in the gaps between balls. Somehow I seem to be fighting my way through a corridor to reach a sort of female ogre who I have to fight. As we're fighting, she is slowly kind of turning into Wonder Woman. And I am slowly turning from Spider-Man into Harry Potter.

Wonder Woman has an equally attractive teen age daughter who is kind of rebelling against her (teens, go figure) and since as Harry Potter, I am also a teen, we are kind of close. Somehow it seems Wonder Woman has kind of adopted me, at least unofficially. As things heat up between WW and her daughter, she somehow starts singing something about how it is only because she loves her, and "that's the way it should be." Its nice, but kind of dorky. Then everybody goes to take a nap or something.

Soon it seems that my Godfather, Sirius, decides he wants to check on me. He has somehow broken into the house, and is trying to sneak around silently without being seen. I am watching him silently from around a corner. He doesn't know the layout, and he ends up outside Wonder Woman's bedroom door, and her boyfriend (who may be Batman) comes out the door, and is upset to find him there.

Sirius tries to pull his wand, and the boyfriend kicks it out of his hand, then gives him a big kick and sends him flying. He turns around, and finds himself picked up and tossed to the ground by Wonder Woman before they realize who it is they are fighting, and let him go.

Sirius is on the ground, looking up at Wonder Woman. She is not wearing her hero garb, but street clothes, and seems to be in a gray skirt down nearly to her knees. He grabs on to her to try and pull himself up, not meaning anything by it, but what looks like a gray skirt turns out to be made of dozens of thin strips that part under his hands, leaving him pulling himself up by more or less grasping her (admittedly very attractive) butt, in a pair of semi-small (but not quite thong) pair of panties.

Sirius falls back to the ground in shock, turning crimson from embarrassment, while I just stand there laughing my head off at the whole situation!

10-23-2012 -- [Well, a pleasant dream, even if most of it has to be hidden from view of children.]

I'm Harry Potter, and I seem to be in a house somewhere with a large sliding glass door, but it is no real home I have ever been in. It is dark, and late at night. There is something going on, people visiting or something. Just what it is isn't clear. But these people (monsters? aliens?) that are visiting are locked into one area, and I am simply trying to go for a visit.

Somebody, probably Poppy Pomfrey, is telling me I'm not allowed, and it is just really annoying me. I keep trying to sneak in, with no success. Soon Neville Longbottom has joined me, and he isn't getting anywhere, either. But after a bit we talk about it, and come to the conclusion that if they don't want to be disturbed, we should leave them alone, and we're only mad at being told "No." We acknowledge we're being childish, and so we leave, and head to bed.

But I'm still annoyed, even if I can admit to myself that I am being childish, and I decide to do something about it. In this dream version of Hogwarts, there are lots of the older kids sneaking around into each others rooms at night for some fun, but being Harry Potter, and alternately hated and nearly worshiped, I have never come in for any of that. I just start kind of willing somebody to make a mistake.

Spoiler for Sexual content:

So I sense Susan Bones out in the hallways, and she's going to see her boyfriend (no idea who it is, and I don't want to know) and she sneaks into the Gryffindor dorms, and makes her way to my sleeping pallet by mistake. It is pitch black, and I am feigning sleep, as Susan makes her way under the covers and starts to give me a blow job. I feign slowly waking up, and groan a little bit in pleasure.

Soon she climbs on top of me, and starts to ride me. I shift my hands every now and then between her ass and her hips, helping her in her motions. Eventually, I speak up. I can't remember exactly what I said, but something along the lines of "Not that I mind at all, but who ...?" She stiffens for a moment, realizing she is in the wrong bed, but the sex has been very good, and almost immediately she continues, riding me until we both reach a satisfying completion, then I gather her in my arms and we just cuddle in the dark.

Time passes very quickly, and it is now the next night. This time I have snuck into Hufflepuff, and I think I've tried to find Susan's sleeping pallet, and settle in to wait for her. But it isn't Susan who shows up, but her best friend Hannah Abbott, and another Hufflepuff, instead. They climb into 'bed' with me, kind of giggling in a teen girl sort of way, and are both laying on top of me, playing with me with one hand while they stroke each other with the other. I find myself fingering them, and we're all having a good time, even if there is no full sex involved, this time.

And then it is morning again, and I find myself standing in front of a mirror, painting my face blue with a paint roller while Susan is dressing up as a properly made up clown. Susan is doing some sort of show or gig, and I am painting myself to support her, but with a paint roller? I am getting paint in my nose, making it hard to breath, and over my glasses, making it hard to see.

And then suddenly I am Susan, and I realize I have got my clown pants on inside out, and the seams are very visible. I'm pulling them off, turning them right-side-out, and preparing to put them back on again. Problem is, they are very tight. Somehow I find myself looking down at a very small Gideon Bible, and am considering sticking it in my garter belt before I pull on the pants. Just very odd.

1-25-2012 -- There is some sort of alien invasion going on, and everybody is running around crazily because of it. Meanwhile, there is a little flying alien robot dog that is my friend, that is kind of popping in for a few seconds at a time. I call it over and pet it for a few minutes while I am talking with Bonnie C about what is going on.

Some supposed good guys from the government are arriving to help set up a resistance. Small groups are being ordered into a room, and when they come out again, they are dressed as snowmen who look progressively more and more angry. (They bare some resemblance to the snowmen smilies I used to use on my forum, especially the yellow ones.)

I am asked to go in, but I don't think I want to. I don't see how dressing up as a snowman is going to make a difference in how well we can defend ourselves. They don't really care what I think, and are ordering me in, and telling me that as punishment for my arguing, I will be made into one of the first, least angry snowmen.

As we're arguing, the 10th Doctor comes bustling in, ready to assist us. He is wearing normal clothes, but has a sort of bungie-like rope wrapped around himself, and seeing me trying to resist them, he hands me an end of the rope and asks me to tie it around the axle of my car, and to wrap it securely until it blows up. I head out the door, and a thin blonde guy follows me.

The blonde guy turns out to be an enemy, rather than an ally, and is trying to stop me as I struggle to tie to end of the cord around one of my wheels. The cord is becoming more and more taut, making it difficult to tie it off, but I seem to be getting it on there pretty securely. Yet nothing seems to be happening.

By this time, a second guy has shown up, also trying to stop me, and I decide to release the brake on the car. Suddenly it is being pulled toward a river, and plunges in, bubbles rising from it. I remember the Doctor saying something about it blowing up, and I am afraid I may have ruined everything by letting it be pulled into the river, so I head back inside to try and warn the Doctor.

I am wandering through the facility, and I just can't find him at first. I am pushing through a line in the cafeteria, not trying to eat, but just looking for the Doctor. There is a slim bad guy with a small mustache (he actually looks like a very young Lethbridge Stewart) who is telling me off because of it.

I ignore him, and finally manage to find the Doctor and explain what happened. He tells me the river was a part of the plan, and that everything is going fine, then wanders off. I try to follow him, but he's too quick for me, so I find myself looking for him again. Soon I find he has a rather stuck up male companion who thinks he knows everything, and is trying to squeeze his way into a quarter-sized plush model of a TARDIS. I figure the Doctor has to come back for it eventually, so start to carry it around.

Meanwhile, the Doctor is talking to an alien news reporter who he is complimenting, but he seems to be changing from the Doctor into David Tennant, Actor!

10-19-2012 -- I'm Harry Potter, and it's probably the summer after fifth year at Hogwarts, and I've been driving around with some of the other Hogwarts students, trying to avoid Voldemort and the Death Eaters, while they've been trying to find us. At one point we're unlucky enough to run into him at a parking lot somewhere in Taft on Landstreet. I guess Voldemort has some kind of really good plan he is following, because he is more than willing to ignore us for now.

One of his thugs is heading into a building to plant a bomb that will blow up later. They can easily get in today, because it is some sort of open house kind of thing they are doing. But today isn't when they plan on blowing up the bomb. Unfortunately, some kind of magic that Voldemort is doing keeps my internet communication from working, so I switch to using my cellular phone, and the cellular signal interferes with the bomb, and BOOM!

So somehow we've screwed up Voldemort's plans a little, but there has still been a lot of damage done and a lot of people killed. Suddenly it is a few days later, and I am waiting for some sort of meeting at a property more or less across the street from where the bomb went off. I'm wondering who will end up showing, and who will call off because of fear after the bomb and things.

No surprise Neville shows up, and a few others. I am wondering if Malfoy will show up to cause trouble, or if Pansy Parkinson will show up. For some reason, everybody who comes to this meeting is dressed up as a super hero, as a sort of disguise. I'm dressed up as the Indian from the old Super Friends cartoon series, and use the old joke on Neville. "Chance!" "Don't you mean how?" "Me know how. Me want chance." He doesn't get it.

There are a couple of dogs running around, and they keep climbing into wheel wells and the like on the trucks in the area. Near the front of the property, my dad is there. Oddly, he is Jack Carter, the sheriff from Eureka, and he's got a Death Eater there who is the one that got blown up by the bomb. Somehow he didn't get hurt, but he feels very guilty because a lot of kids got killed in the explosion, and though he is a bad guy, he never would have agreed to killing kids.

Because of his guilt, he is about to confess, but Jack steps away for a few minutes, and two people dressed up in police-style uniforms and take him away. Either they are with the US government, in which case the magical world will be revealed, or they are actually Death Eaters in disguise and are going to kill him to keep him quiet. He feels so guilty, he doesn't even care which one it is.

More people have gathered for this meeting, and now one of them is a tall, blond, stuck up Ravenclaw heading into 7th year. He's asking what I think I'm going to have to teach the older students, and being a real jerk about it. I tell him people in my group last year aced their OWLS and NEWTS, and ask if he can say the same for last years' Ravenclaws who weren't in the group, and he shuts up. Guy looks like a cross between Troy Kehoe and a couple of the blond snobs from Karate Kid and Heavenly Kid.

I ask if we've got everybody here, and the blond jerk points out that the primary school across the street next to the blown up factory will be getting out in about five more minutes, and then his sister and a couple of her friends will be joining us. I decide to hold off starting, because I only want to go over everything connected to the bomb once.