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10-03-2012 -- [Two dreams tonight, and no idea why when last few days have been so bad ... especially since 1st one was clear, detailed, and made internal sense, even though I dreamed it in first 2 hours of sleep, which is usually short, choppy, and impossible to make sense of. Can't fathom why unless imitation apple soda is as good as apple juice before bed, even though no real apple in it. Don't know.]

I'm in my 1st bedroom in the Hickory House. Kevin B and I are sitting around writing stuff, except very unusually, Kevin is not trying to write stories, but is trying to write a love song. Suddenly he bursts into two lines of song, and they flow, they sound quite musical ... he may well be on to something. The lines are something along the lines of 'thinking about you, thinking about you' and I think he may be on his way to a great song. [Didn't note it in the dream, but the fact I woke with the words "I can't live with or without you" running through my mind tells me my mind probably stole the tune.]

It does sound amazingly familiar, and I don't want to encourage him on trying to rewrite an already published song, so I am really trying to think of where I might know the words from, and I find myself thinking of a New York public service thing that was supposed to make New Yorkers think about making a good impression on the tourists or something. I even find myself remembering a red and blue circular sign with the wording on it from a New York trip ... and no reason why that shouldn't work, is there?

In trying to remember this and research it, I have somehow stepped into an office somewhere, and started looking at some books. One of the books I have somehow come across is a digest-sized book of Spider-Man comics, except it is about 6" thick and claims to contain all the cross-over stories or some such thing. I am flipping through it and seeing sections labeled Spider-Man and Superman and others, while the person whose office I am in is talking some sort of business deal on the phone.

When he finishes up, he turns his attention to me, and I am talking about the book, and wondering where he got it. Though nothing is said about how I got there or why I am in his office, he is very friendly and helpful. Somehow as we're talking, I reveal I am out of work and need a job. He is asking about my skills and encouraging me to talk about what I am good at, and I mention my computer skills and on the computer nearly every waking hour, but then admit I don't have a computer science degree because of the math requirements, and he doesn't seem to think that is a bar, though it will require a different angle of attack.

Then he is on the phone again, this time with a woman from Minnesota. Somehow she knows me, and he is wondering if I sent her an application sometime. I am trying to figure out where I know the person from, whether it be something Disney or some sort of balloon gig, or a research letter for a story or song or something connected with church. Whatever the reason, he has come across another person who thinks highly of me, even though I don't know them, which only increases his interest in helping me regarding job.

But suddenly there is a huge snake (about 4" around and perhaps 10-15 feet long) that slithers out of a bag on the floor by his desk and heads in my direction. It seems to pause, lifts itself off the ground like a king cobra preparing to strike and sort of sniffs the air, then drops to the ground and slithers at me remarkably fast. I kind of scream, bolt out of my chair as fast as I can move, and start running out of the office. The snake is right behind me, and I keep screaming and running, but oddly I almost seem to be composing an incident report or something in my mind, calmly, at the same time, noting that if I am running at top speed, the snake falls behind.

I run past an elevator and down a hallway, into a reception area, and the person sitting there is Joy (in charge of hiring for Mears, hired me for my original job there, and will not rehire me now). I am still screaming about the snake, and she is instantly on the phone to animal control or something. She knows it is the guy's pet, and harmless, but she's been wanting a reason to get rid of it, and she is jumping on the opportunity. The guy might have every reason to now hate me, but he understands that I was scared and surprised and doesn't hold it against me. Instead he just gathers up his snake and his stuff and takes it to his car to go home before they can come for the snake. I go with him to the parking lot to continue our conversation.

As we are talking in the parking lot and he opens the door to his car, it turns out he has a lot of other pets, mostly much smaller snakes, and one tiny little dog (was it a dog? It might have been a prairie dog or something odder like that, instead), all running around the area. I am sitting on the ground, and a small snake (perhaps a centimeter around and about 10 inches long) seems to be cuddling against the bottom of my bare foot. While I am slightly uncomfortable with this, it is nothing to being chased around by the huge snake, so I can manage to ignore it. Thing is slightly cute, after all.

We walk past some ladies in the parking lot, and seem to be heading for another building, when for a for seconds the scene changes completely, and it's almost like an entire different dream. I am in an apartment or hotel with Bonnie C., and somehow the key for the door lock is in the door kind of like a locker key. I take the key and somehow make a duplicate of it so I have one to keep. Bonnie is asking me about it, and says I have taken three keys, when I think I have only taken two. I feel in my pockets, and do find three keys, but one is from earlier, and has nothing to do with here. Weird and out of place.

So now we're in a parking lot on the other side of the building, and there is a landscaping guy blowing leaves with a blower. The guy I am with (looks like a thinner version of Christopher Bean) is determined to know if it is a gas blower or an electric blower, because in the dream an electric blower would be much better for the environment. So he unplugs a cord for an instant, and the blower starts to die. He plugs it back in, it starts to blow again, and he has his answer. Meanwhile, I seem to be glancing at a book by Rush Limbaugh about buying wholesale to save money or something odd like that (business, rather than politics.)

As we start to walk to the building again, I oddly find myself humming 'Jolly Holiday' from Mary Poppins, and the guy instantly starts to sing along with me. So we're both walking down the sidewalk singing "Ain't it a glorious day, bright as a morning in May; I feel like I could fly ...." But as we reach the point where the penguins start calling out ladies names, the names he is calling out are completely wrong, and don't fit at all. I am correcting him with names that are still wrong, but much closer in sound and cadence to the correct names. We're laughing, as others are just staring at us.

10-02-2012 -- [Am out of work, broke, and have no money to buy bananas or apple juice or anything else that sometimes helps with recall, so for several days I haven't remembered much from my dreams. But last night I remembered lots of fragments. Most of the stuff is gone, but the bits that still remain a little in my mind are fun, and worth writing down. The first bit is actually from a couple of weeks ago, but hasn't been entered yet, and since I again couldn't remember most of it, just decided to add it to the bits here.]

Am out fishing in streams outside a nice apartment complex. Inside the complex itself, I run into a friend (Joel K.?) who is being seduced by some sort of Femme Fatale. I manage to grab his attention, and we rush off by car to some sort of parking warehouse where I can pick up my own car. As I am getting my car, the femme fatale has again found Joel, and is giving him her car. It has key-less entry, and for some reason she is really enjoying telling him the code is 3 ... 2 ... 1 ... KABOOM! For some reason I find this very funny.

Anyway, Joel has taken to the road in her car, and we're trying to catch his attention. I soon find myself driving down a damaged and under construction freeway on the wrong side of the road with traffic flooding towards me. I manage to drive onto the shoulder and turn around, just to find there is a sports stadium on the other side of the freeway, and somebody is shooting at me from the top of the stands. I manage to escape that, but now have cops chasing me, until I drive to a police station to talk to them about all that has been going on.

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Incredibly little from this one. Something about watching a police chase on TV that spreads to three screens (ala Impressions de France at EPCOT) before somehow turning live, and I'm the one being chased by cops. Not sure, but think I was in a dark green, big, powerful, older car.

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Again, mostly missing. At some sort of event taking place at some sort of grade school with little kids, except the physical campus is Brookhurst Junior High. Parts of this refer back to, and directly connect to a dream I once had that involved a job feeding a dog in a mobile home park while the owners were on vacation (or simply working further back in the area). While it was a real dream, I do not know if I ever wrote it down or posted it, and since it was possibly three or four years ago, too many dreams to go through to try and find it.

There are hints of Christmas decorations and perhaps Knott's Berry farm, and I think there is some dancing in the quad. Strange stuff. At one point, I walk into an office. Am thinking about speaking to somebody about something, but it is crowded, busy, and I have forgotten what I want to speak about, anyway. So I just stand around for a couple minutes, then leave.

I soon find myself at home in the Hickory house, where I am heading to my second bedroom to maybe get some sleep. The door is missing to the front hall, but the space is partly blocked by a bookcase so there is no access, but also no privacy. The kitchen door is the one used to access the room. I go in and am going to try to take a nap, but Percy Weasley comes in and says they are worried about me, and he is going to take my blood pressure.

Cheryl (daughter of my landlord) comes in after that, and it turns out Percy is her son. The blood pressure cuff they have seems small and frail, and I think it isn't going to fit on my arm, but it does. Percy gives the bulb very weak squeezes, and there is almost no pressure, and they get a reading of about 140/xx, which isn't too bad for me. But I don't trust it because they pumped it up so little. So I take the thing, and am holding the pump in the hand of the arm which I'm taking the reading from, while trying to hold the stethoscope in the other hand, and start to pump myself up. It is very uncomfortable, and the pressure on my arm is really bad, and it is kind of cramping up.

[Woke to find I had somehow gotten into a position where my arm was jammed between the headboard of my bed and my head in a very tight position, and it had gone completely to sleep in such a way that it was quite painful, and took me about two minutes to get the blood flowing properly again ... likely causing the entire last bit of the dream.]

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[I wish most of this wasn't gone ... it was great stuff, but I can remember almost none of it.] I am Harry Potter, and I am involved in some sort of war, but it is not a magical war. It seems to be a muggle war, but against alien invaders. Many of the women in this dream are not aliens, but were just kidnapped by them, or affected by them. Though one was certainly an alien, a very light green tint to her skin, and very light fur all over her body, though still attractive.

As we're wandering around the barracks, these women are just appearing, either on the ground, or in mid-air a few feet above the ground, and just dropping. They're all nude, and very horny, and the kinds of things you would kind of expect to happen in such a dream are happening. Frequently.

Thing is, this leads to a very relaxed, happy, and determined unit. We've got a bunch of bright, sexy women supporting us, and we have no desire to lose them, so we become a very productive group of soldiers who are accomplishing a heck of a lot. And who follow none of the regular protocols or procedures. So the higher-ups hate us, but can't get rid of us. It doesn't hurt that the Weasley twins spend a lot of time developing both pranks and weapons for us, the pranks of which they frequently test out on us, to our combined amusement and annoyance.

I'm not sure, but I am pretty sure a lot of this involved chases through mazes of dark, foreboding buildings and collapsing ruins based on the Darkmeyer quests I have been doing in Runescape over the last couple of days.

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Another dream after a brief awakening, taking place in the same universe as the last one, though now I am just myself, not Harry Potter. It is now several years later, the war is over, and a lot of us involved are just thinking about writing, both fiction and non-fiction about the war.

I run across Radar O'Reilly, who is one of the upper ranks, but still one of the guys. He is nowhere near in charge, of course, but he is pretty high up by this point. He is writing fond reminiscence about attractive alien ladies running around in outfits that *gasp* actually let their belly buttons show. I don't know if he is just ignoring the nudity, or his mind just refused to show him more than belly buttons, but it comes across kind of sweet.

I wander into Kevin B's living room to try and speak to him about a couple of plot ideas, but he is trying to chat up two lovely (no longer nude) aliens, trying to get some action, and tries to distract me by handing me a couple of TV series script treatments he has written up. I just sit them on a stack of such that he is getting ready to send off to try and interest people, and wander off to try and find my own sweet alien ladies.

Mid December 2011 -- [This is one of the most involved, interesting dreams I have ever had. At the time I dreamed this, I didn't even want to post it for fear of somebody else stealing the idea ... but I have since had to admit to myself that it is too close to and too inspired by the Doctor Who enemy 'The Silence' that I couldn't really do anything with it, anyway. Just time to share and enjoy, and never mind other possible uses.]

I wake in a bed, and I have no idea where I am, or how I got here. I am just starting to turn a bit in the bed and .... I wake in a bed, and I have no idea where I am, or how I got here, I just .... I wake in my bed, and start to try and get up. Everything feels really weird, and stuff seems to kind of blend together. I can very slightly remember that I seem to keep waking up, and yet I don't. Odd. I stumble outside, and I am very nervous. I just feel like everyone is out to get me, very, very paranoid. I am on Alandale, just walking. Suddenly I am in the middle of a sprinkler. It has been running for a while and I am soaked, but I didn't walk into it ... did I? I look at the sprinkler, and there are weird time dilation effects going on. The water seems to almost freeze in place, drops moving incredibly slowly through the air, then they just jump several inches in an instant. My head hurts.

There are some people here that are trying to help me out from under the sprinkler, but there are others who just seem to be trying to distract me. Somebody is driving like an idiot, almost hitting people, but then he's just suddenly not there. It's really starting to feel like somebody is messing with my memory, but ....

I wake in a bed in a hospital. I have no idea where I am or what has been going on, except in the very back of my mind, I have almost this bare memory of what seems like a dream, involving waking or not waking and sprinklers and .... For some reason I trust nobody and nothing, and it all seems so strange. I'm very paranoid. For some reason my hospital room looks extremely like my mom and dad's room from the Hickory house, except there seems to be a chair upholstered in in blue velvet that doesn't belong there. I start to run through the house, knowing something is chasing me.

I wake in a hospital. I have no idea where I am or what is going on, except these strange, dream-like memories, this headache, and this sense that everybody is out to get me. I start to try and run through the hospital, except there are tables or walls where I could swear there should be doors and things. Rooms that I could remember having certain types of equipment or uses are being used for completely different uses, and are filled with different equipment. It is incredibly disorienting.

I am being chased by doctors with needles, and I know they don't mean well, whatever they claim. All the things that have changed, they are just trying to fool me, make me question my own mind, buy into whatever it is they are trying to do to me. I slam into a door that they thought was locked, and burst into what appears to be a large garden-like area (actually it seems to be the Moran back yard, but in the dream, it isn't.) Men and dogs come chasing out of the hospital after me.

Something about the chemicals they have been pumping into me, and the way I have managed to mostly fight off the effects of them scares the dogs a little, which causes them to hang back just enough that I am able to climb over the first of the fences and start to make a bit of a get-away. I find myself right by a tiny harbor, where a small ship is just setting out to sea, and I quickly clamber on board and start to relax, just a tiny bit.

Moment by moment, the ship is changing into an army-style truck (the kind soldiers are transported in, almost like a truck version of a covered wagon?) and soon we are being attacked by another, similar truck. There are men climbing on the sides of our truck trying to get to us, and I am trying to keep myself ready to fight, but I keep finding myself trying to fall asleep, and suddenly jerking awake.

One time I jerk awake, I find myself in a large warehouse-like building with a bunch of others, surrounded by a lot of toughs who look much like pirates. None of us has any idea where we are, or how we got here, except I have these vague memories that are getting stronger by the moment. Suddenly we're surrounded by what appear to be historic Red Coats. There's a big fight, and I am knocked to the ground, then several others fall on top of me. Everybody seems to assume something has gone horribly wrong and I am left for dead. One Red Coat finds I am alive, and is about to call for others, when suddenly he is attacked.

I sneak into a darker part of the warehouse where the fighting hasn't spread, and I am skulking around, hiding in the dark. I'm kind of half-watching myself from outside myself, as I climb some fencing and find a sort of 'cage' filled with more valuable equipment. I climb on top of it, and curl up for a little nap. Somehow as I start to wake up, I have completely lost myself, and I have to kind of look around this huge warehouse until I spot myself. I shake myself awake, and glance around. I spot an exit which a couple of people are carrying supplies in and out of, and it is pretty close.

I pick up a large crate of some sort and just walk out the door, and everybody assumes I belong. I find myself in a sort of a stable yard. I set the crate down near a gate, and just keep walking, out of this weird, historical setting, and into the modern world.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

09-28-2012 -- [Was going to post two dreams in one post, because this first bit felt like a fragment, but when I got finished entering it, it seemed well long enough to stand on it's own.]

Started with some sort of Runescape stuff, probably involving farming and possibly picking up orts. May have extended to a quest that leads into the Harry Potter bits. [Speaking of Runescape and Harry Potter, might it not be neat to have a Harry Potter MMORPG, where you create a character, get sorted into one of the houses, and start doing quests and things as a Hogwarts student?]

Anyway, somehow Dumbledore has been cursed with some kind of slow-acting but very powerful death magic, and is in the process of dying. After lots of research and the like, we discover that he needs to be hit with just enough Avada Kedavras to kill off the death magic, but not a single one more than that, as once the death magic has been defeated, a single avada kedavra would instantly kill him, as usual.

Ron and I are at Hogwarts (which seems to bear a striking resemblance to Savanna High School) to seek Minerva's help. It seems the AK is quite difficult to cast, and in usual circumstances a powerful witch or wizard could cast it, at most, four times, and it seems likely it is going to take around twelve AKs to save Dumbledore.

We're getting ready to go see Dumbledore at the hospital, and Minnie is asking if we have all we need ... I check my supplies and find I have my three cans of Chek soda (Winn-Dixie Supermarket store brand) to keep me awake and boost my energy. I drink 1 1/2 cans, and confirm I am ready. We run out to the parking lot and climb into our separate cars, and I start my engine and begin to drive. People are going really slow in the parking lot, so I pull into the in-bound lane to pass them.

I'm almost certain one of the slow idiots who I passed was Fudge, who is kind of upset about it, so it seems I am in trouble with the ministry. I zip past him and into the driveway leading to the street, then onto the street in a pick-up lane, where I kind of halt to wait a few moments for Ron and Minerva to catch up.
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Suddenly we are at the hospital. Minerva knows what needs to be done, and she walks into Albus's room and starts silently casting. There is no sound, but just a slight pulsing emerald-green light as she casts not four, but six avada kadavras. I don't know how she manages to do it, but she does. As she exits the room and I walk up, a doctor chooses to turn off the light or something, which may make it harder to hide what spell we are casting.

I walk into the room right as Albus wakes up, except he seems to be being played by Patrick Stewart. I ask him how he is doing, and he says he is feeling quite a bit better ... in fact ... he does a sort of forward roll to flip out of bed and onto the floor, where he is lying on his back. Before I can offer any assistance, he does that 'power move' wrestlers do where he arches his back to bring his feet under him, then manages to spring to his feet like somebody many years younger.

Obviously Minerva's spells helped greatly. But I still need to cast, as well. Problem is, now that the lights are out, the flash of the AK is going to be much more noticeable. I also cannot yet do silent casting, so I also have to worry about people hearing me cast. I draw the blinds to limit the light that escapes, and am trying to whisper the spell, but I just can't seem to produce anything. I am really working on making my pronunciation as perfect as possible, and am getting louder and louder, concentrating on trying to build up the power I need.

Thankfully, the only people close enough to hear me are the doctors, and while this treatment scares them silly, they at least know what we are trying to do, and that Albus isn't dead yet, even though Minerva hit him with the curse several times. Meanwhile, I now know why Minerva pushed to hit him with six curses ... if I have this much trouble throwing the curse once, it is probably going to be just me and Minnie. Ron isn't probably going to manage it at all. I'm still trying when I wake up.

5-20-2012 -- [This is a slightly older dream, but very interesting, and somebody just reminded me of it, so I decided to post it here - Batch. I've been ignoring my dreams instead of writing them down for a couple weeks, and as often seems to happen when I do that, my mind provides me with one that seems so interesting to me that I can't help but write it down.]

I'm over at Hewitt, a place I worked five or six years ago, but in the dream I was only fired last week. I have stopped by because I want to pick up my final paycheck. While I am there, several of the team leaders and supervisors are talking about how they are short on help, and some of them, when they see me, are hinting I might want my job back. I don't.

Sid (actually the dispatcher at the courier company I work at in present real time) is there, and starts trying to talk me into coming back, but I don't want to. Eventually he leads me to an attractive, and somewhat stacked young lady who is kind of showing off her assets a little to try and change my mind. I enjoy looking, but I still don't want to come back to work here. I'm thinking of how hard it would be to match schedules between this job and my security job [actually I haven't worked security in over ten years.] I take a seat at her desk, and kind of cradle my head in my arms for a second or two, and when I look up, everything has changed.

Almost all the furniture and people are gone, the carpeting has all changed from red to blue, the young lady and Sid are gone, and I find myself sitting at the desk of a young, thin, earnest-looking black guy who kind of makes me think of Carlton from Fresh Prince. I kind of gasp, and he asks what's wrong. "Where am I?" I ask. "I was sitting in a different place at a different desk, and suddenly I'm here. I know this is a dream, but usually things change slightly more slowly in a dream, so you don't realize you are dreaming."

The guy looks at me for a moment, and then says "I don't know anything about this, maybe you better talk to our science department." He then reaches out, gives me a little push on the shoulder, and I slowly start to sink right through the floor and drop to the floor below.

I find myself in a typical office environment, cubicles all over the place and employees wandering around. I just look confused and stupid until one of them asks if they can help me, and I mention I am looking for the science department. They tell me it is further down, and give me a push, and I start to sink through another floor.

This happens four or five times, and the last time the guy who asks me what I need tells me the science department is the next floor down, but he's running around so much and is so busy, he forgets to push me through the floor, so I decide to do it myself. I kind of push myself down a bit, and my feet sink into the floor about an inch before it solidifies, and I find I haven't gone anywhere. Try again, same thing. Then I take a few seconds, concentrate really hard, and sink through the floor again, though only about half as fast as the times I was pushed. I also bang my shoulders on a couple of cubicles on the way down.

The floor I now find myself on seems to have tons of computers and lots of machinery and stuff, and it all looks kind of interesting. I ask if this is the science department, and am told it is. There are a bunch of people who seem to be waiting in a line, and I kind of get in the line as well, then glance out a window. I give a small scream. Out the window I can see I am on the ground floor, and I am looking out at foothills in the distance.

Some guy who looks a lot like James Spader walks up to me, and he seems to be in charge. He asks me why I screamed, and I mention that I was in the ground floor of a building in Florida, got pushed through the floor several times to go down a floor, and suddenly find myself on the ground floor of a building in California, and it kind of startled me.

He says that sounds interesting, but doesn't make any sense, and asks me to explain what I am talking about. So I explain to him that I am dreaming, and start to tell him the entire dream (same one I'm typing out here for you). There are parts I get wrong. In the dream, I can't remember Hewett or the benefits job, so I refer to it as West Telecommunications, and customer service for T-Mobile (when actually West was Cricket. T-Mobile was APAC.) He is wearing a T-Mobile hat as I am explaining this to him.

He is really busy, and keeps wandering around the entire department, talking to other people, while still urging me to tell him my story, so I talk through the whole thing and it seems to take quite a while. "... and then I glanced out the window and saw the California landscape and the foothills in the distance, and I gave a little scream of surprise. And if I keep going, this is going to get boring and repetitive, as that's when you came in and I started telling you all of this."

He doesn't make me go on, and I ask him where I am, and he mumbles something about how I am now in a prison. This makes me angry, and I grab the nearest desk and throw it over, computers and equipment falling to the floor and breaking. I throw over another desk and another, and at first the Spader character doesn't notice, but eventually he catches on and asks me to stop. I ask if he really said I was in a prison, and he says yes, but that it is a kind of friendly one, and I keep overturning things and breaking stuff.

We move into what almost seems to be a kind of television studio, broadcasting news or something, and as he asks me why I am doing this, I start to destroy the tv equipment. I tell him I figure if I do enough damage they'll throw me out, and he tells me it will never work. I find myself in an office with a large plate glass window looking out on the outside, and I throw a desk through it, but before I can run out the window, the James Spader character stops me. I run into another office, do the same thing, and he blocks me again.

Soon he's wrapped around me, holding on tight, making it much more difficult for me to move, and he seems to be rubbing against me and coming on to me. I explain to him I am straight, and he lets me go and comes on to somebody else for a couple of minutes. I ask the guy his name, and he tells me it. It isn't James Spader, but whatever it is, I can't remember it. That kind of info is hard to remember in a dream if you don't already know it in real life.

Soon I find myself looking out at the California landscape through almost a sort of viewing platform, but there doesn't seem to be any glass or anything, so I start running toward what I think is freedom, the Spader guy doesn't seem to care, and explains I can't get out that way. I suddenly hit some sort of invisible shield, which he expected, but I start to 'sink' through it just like the floors, but on a horizontal plane, which he didn't expect. Since the shield isn't stopping me like it is supposed to, other barriers are dropping, much like the barriers they drop at night to close off the individual shops in a mall when they are closing for the night. I manage to get an arm under before they drop completely, and force them back up just enough for me to squeeze under, and as I stand on the outside, free, I wake up.

Very cool dream!

09-21-2012 -- Am at the FCM convention with Dale, and we have arrived just in time for dinner. We've walked into the dining room, where everybody is sitting around, eating and talking. Except somehow we're not talking aloud, but in a number of different chats that are floating in the air in front of us. it is very difficult telling one chat from the other and keeping everything in the right place. Very much like the Runescape chats at times.

Dale is trying to jump start my computer for me, but he only has the red cable, and no black cable for the ground, and I'm worried he'll hurt himself, or my computer. I find myself chatting with a really, really experienced player who seems to be taking a bath. I brush against the bath curtain before I realize this is very creepy and wrong, and rush away before he figures out who it was. Weird!

I'm back in line in the cafeteria, and now they are in the middle of closing up, and taking away all the desserts. But that's OK, since I only wanted to grab another glass of milk, anyway. I move on to the auditorium, where I learn that we already missed the business meeting. They also tell me they overbooked the convention, and have no more program guides showing what classes will be where. I think they are joking however, as Joe White is sorting through a stack of them. He gives me one and I ask for a second one for Dale.

Joe tells me he will be giving the first class, and Don Caldwell and Gilbert Adams are arguing loudly about which one of them will be giving a private lecture on Sunday (more a Twist and Shout thing than an FCM thing) and are pranking each other with balloon gags. I'm just glancing around at a few of the balloon sculptures from the jam room.

09-21-2012 -- In this dream I am Harry Potter. I think it takes place during his 6th year at Hogwarts, and we're doing some sort of outdoors class that involves travel in Scotland. Hermione is somewhat upset with me because I seem to be doing a bit better than her at whatever it is that we are doing.

We have this class with the Slytherins, but some of the Slytherin girls do not want us to see any of the work they are doing, and seem to be trying to distance themselves from us. We stumble into a field that they've snuck off to, and they seem to be following some sort of treasure map. Unfortunately for them, as soon as I walk into the field, I remember the dream I'd had the night before, and walk up to a slightly greener patch of grass and start digging at the spot they were being led to by the map.

We dig up a sort of treasure chest filled with gold and a diary. The diary is from a muggle perspective, and tells how they were sailing around in a balloon, but they discovered that three of the passengers were wizards, and they had a powerful bomb, so the muggles threw them off the balloon, before flying off and dying. But somehow the diary is here with the wizards' treasure. I manage to safely disarm the bomb, and soon we're on a bus, on our way back to Hogwarts.

Snape is angry with us (what else is new?) Malfoy seems to be more or less unfriendly, but decent. We've played some sort of minor prank on some little first year students, but they've ratted us out to Mcgonagall, so now we have to start planning another, worse prank on them, and they are realizing it would have been better to have just left things alone.

09-21-2012 -- VERY strange dream. I'm having some political discussions with some liberal friends right before bed, who I strongly disagree with, then I go to sleep. I suddenly find myself waking to a very Mindwarp^* situation. There is a loud, commanding voice giving me orders in my dark, empty room (in the Hickory house). I look around the room carefully, and eventually find some sort of squak box / monitoring device has been installed on the blinds in my room, while I slept.

This voice is promoting a very socialist agenda, and threatening me with what will be done to me if I don't follow it's orders. It gives lots of orders, but most I can't remember. The one I can remember is that I was to hold myself back because my sister is not as talented as I am, and I am not allowed to do better than her. [Has nothing to do with my real life sister.]

As this this is going on, there is a really weird game show on the TV in my room. It is a game that involves people trying to solve charades by other people that they can neither see nor hear, which makes it really tough. At the moment, Wink Martindale is the contestant, who is trying to solve charades being performed by ... Wink Martindale?!? Somehow they have moved him in time so he is playing against himself!

I approach the box, rip it off the blinds, and start to break it apart, and it threatens me ever more fiercely, ordering me not to separate the broken pieces, though I am obviously going to do so. Finally, it produces a line of tiny glowing hieroglyphics that look like human figures. I have to figure out the meaning, but they are too tiny, there is no way to decode them.

Somehow throughout this entire thing I have not been myself, but KB. They have come and taken me away to prison because I didn't obey the voice, and they have thrown me into a very large bathroom with four or five big nude criminals, then turned the lights out. Obviously a scary situation. I rush to the door, still nude, and open it so there is some light to see by.

I find myself in a locker room, and start opening lockers until I find one with my clothes in it, and start dressing as quickly as possible, hoping to get out of here before anything more happens to me. Semi-short, but intense dream.


^*[Five or six years ago I had a very strange real-life situation happen. Kind of scared me for an evening. Had no idea what was going on. Had been renting a room from some people for just a couple of months. This room was lined with shelves near the ceiling that had tons of kid toys on them. One night I went to bed, and was fast asleep when I woke to hear this loud, deep voice seeming to come from nowhere, saying something along the lines of "Prepare for Mind Warp!"

I was suddenly wide awake in my room, quite scared by this mystery voice, not sure if I was awake, asleep, or insane. I'd turned the light on, there was nobody in the room. The TV was off. I had no radio. Nothing!

I sat there hyperventilating for a minute or two, turned the light off, and tried to go back to sleep, when the same voice returned again, saying something about mindwarp over or something. (It's been several years, I no longer remember the closing phrase nearly as well.)

Terribly frightening. Got up the next morning and searched the room carefully, and found a battery-powered game called Mind Warp that spoke when activated. Whatever it was, exactly, it was a toy I'd never heard of, and therefore very frightening to suddenly hear in the middle of the night. That toy was quickly relocated out of my room.

Anyway, that was the Mind Warp story referenced in the dream.]

[Been around a week or more since I last posted. Have had very little dream recall for some reason, and the last couple of dreams I had before this morning were over a week ago and haven't been posted yet. I will try and get that corrected. Also remember a fragment from earlier this morning that I will post below this whole dream.]

09-27-2012 -- I'm working late in the Hickory House on something for some sort of 4 page newspaper supplement, I think, but it is something like 3 or 4 am, and I finally drift off to sleep. I eventually wake up again to find mom sleeping at her desk. I am glancing around at the stuff I have been working on, and I spot a newspaper clipping that mom had clipped for me, and start to read it. Glancing at it, it was some kind of report about a major football game, and yet there was a picture of 'Hulk' Hogan watching it. Somehow, reading the clipping allows me to hear the broadcast of it, and as people start cheering a big touchdown or something, it wakes mom up. She soon heads out the door, going somewhere.

As I glance around the living room, I see a small red scooter like the one I used to ride before I got my first car, and I find myself thinking I might be able to use it to start up the Circle K mystery shops again, though it wouldn't do for the APEC ones because of the tiny gas tank. [Real life jumping in for a second. When my car broke down and a friend gave me another one, I still had to quit all my driving work because of how poor of gas mileage and no A/C, including the mystery shops.]

I wander to the kitchen, looking for something to eat. Oddly, there are several platters of ribs and things sitting half on the stove, half in the refrigerator. The dream just can't seem to make up its mind. I grab a bit of meat, and wander outside. As I grabbed it, it was just a small slice of meat, off the bone. By the time I reached Jeff's house, I find myself laying on the ground underneath the tree in their front yard eating several ribs right off the bone.

His parents come wandering by, and either don't see me, or don't speak to me at first. They are discussing getting a letter from him, and he is mentioning something about how if the Sorting Hat is getting too lonely, it is friendly with me, and they may want to have me visit with it for a bit. This gets me to the point of gently getting their attention and asking if I can ask them something. They agree, and I ask if they always knew they were magical, as I only learned after I grew up. They tell me, yes, they've always been a part of the magical world.

All this has taken place on the front lawn, but as I turn to leave, I am suddenly inside the house exiting an odd front door that points the wrong way compared to real life. I open the front door and almost fall down the large set of front steps, but don't manage to shut the door behind me properly, and an alarm starts to go off. I am trying to climb the steps to finish closing the door when Barbara closes it for me. I start to walk back toward my house, using a sort of accio charm to summon all the rib bones so I don't leave any on their lawn to make them mad at me.

As I am approaching the Hickory House, there are some people in costumes and floats as Ringling Bros is running a parade through town today. They don't usually parade on Hickory because it is such a small street, but they do sometimes stage there. In trying to turn around the animals and floats, they somehow end up circling around up onto the sidewalk and even the yards, where they are weaving through all the cars parked there. [More reminiscent of my current address than Hickory.]

There are lots of people starting to line up, and some local clowns who are entertaining the crowds. I don't know what is being celebrated, but it is something big. There is also stuff here related to the space program, even though this is CA and not FL. [May tie in to the shuttle being shown off in CA within the last week, and Posner posting about it on Facebook.] I see somebody who I am almost sure is Kluts, but I ignore her, and just head for the front door. To get there, I have to excuse my way through some others, and overhear a black clown (but not one I knew from the alley) asking if there was any way to get rid of all the American flag decorations. Not likely, I'm thinking.

I make it in the front door, and find that in the short time I have been gone, mom has decorated the house for Halloween, and I somehow stumble into a balloon decoration, and end up with a balloon hat on my head. I'm just tired, and head straight for my first bedroom, wanting to lay down and sleep. I open the door to find the room is even tinier than I remember, and mom has completely rearranged it, without asking me. I am annoyed at the invasion of privacy, and am considering moving out because of it. Meanwhile, in the process of rearranging, she somehow opened the partition between my room and Melody's, so there is even less privacy. On the other hand, Melody and one of her girlfriends are asleep in her bed.

[This is really starting to muddle a lot of things together. This is obviously the Hickory House, but the curtain-ish partition between two bedrooms was in the Moran house, and it is Rosemary in my current house who has threatened to come in and rearrange the furniture in my room.]

I sit down on my bed and start to get undressed, which seems to make enough noise to start waking people in Melody's room. I find that I can see right into the shower in Melody's room, and two of her girlfriends are taking a shower. At first they seem to be showering in their clothes, but soon it may just be very noticeable tan lines. The shower sections just keep growing, because soon there are at least two showers on the left, the bedroom section of her room, and then three bathtubs on the right. All of this in a small bedroom that really has no baths or showers, those are in the restrooms.

More and more people who have been staying with Melody overnight are starting to shower and bathe, including entire families with parents and kids. It is very weird. Half-dressed women start wandering into my room because for some reason all the shoes are in here. Meanwhile, I'm still trying to undress to take a nap. Soon there is a big, threatening-looking black tough in my room, though he is friendly enough. He explains that they stay here overnight once a year, and have for ages. This surprises me because I have never seen this before. He explains they are visiting for one day from Springfield, CA, and I explain we're originally from CA as well, and start commenting on how much I want to move back there. Nevermind that until this moment, this house was in CA.

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A fragment from an earlier dream that I can't much remember. I was working on a really small notebook computer (but it folded and had a keyboard, so it wasn't a pad) in some sort of print shop trying to print something important out when suddenly the computer lost everything. The data I was working on, all search links, all clues to everything I was interested in ... it became impossible to get the computer to pull up anything I was interested in. Somehow there were also chases with people firing guns at me or something.

09-18-2012 -- More bits. Bad night of sleep. I'm running around somewhere, kind of hick town type of area, in a small town somewhere that I have had a dream of in the last year or two that involved looking for a pharmacy. I am walking down a small street when somebody running by shoots at me, and misses. Another person drives by, and also shoots at me. By this time I have dived to the ground.

A third guy rides by, this one on a bike, and he shoots at me too, and since I am already on the ground, he hits me. It hurts, but does me no actual damage, and I jump to my feet. A fourth person is trying to shoot me, and I grab the gun from this one and shoot him. Since I don't want to seriously injure him, I graze his shoulder, and leave him with pain, but nothing else. He is complaining, and I am asking him how he likes it. Somehow these hicks just like shooting people for fun.

The guy on the bike comes back and is going to try to shoot me again, but I take his gun away from him, and am threatening him with it. He reminds me of Mad Jack from Grizzly Adams, except he is also extremely cross-eyed. I am amazed he could aim the gun at me well enough to shoot me. He keeps being a jerk, so I try to shoot him with his own gun, but he tells me he already removed the ammo so I couldn't. Instead I break the gun to pieces and drop it on the ground, which annoys him.

I keep walking down the block, and soon come to a night club where I end up picking up a weird sword. It is made of metal, but it bends really easily, and twists into different kind of swords. Somehow I can still kind of fight with it, and there are hints of a past dream involving Spider-Man, but nothing I can remember well enough to post about. Also hints of stage magic and magic using a staff.

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Some kind of dream where I am Harry Potter at Hogwarts. I can't remember anything of the time in Hogwarts, but soon we're on the road in one of my white cars (either the Kia or the Ford Escort) there is me as Harry Potter, Hermione, and oddly, Draco Malfoy who is still a bit of a jerk, but is trying to change and improve.

I have no idea why, but Malfoy is driving, and he is terrifying. He is all over the road, driving as fast as he can, swerving around traffic, running lights, almost hitting pedestrians who are diving out of the way ... he is a horrible driver. No surprise, we get pulled over by a cop. Malfoy is afraid of getting in trouble. I just have my wand at my side, and figure a brief confundus, and we're on our way. Unfortunately, Malfoy pushes Hermione to get out of the car and talk to the cop. As soon as she begins, Malfoy floors it, turns a corner, and then starts to slow down a little, hoping she will catch up with us. That idea is obviously ridiculous.

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Certain there is an interesting missing fragment from the night, but just haven't been able to remember it.

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Very sci-fi dream. I am in a different world that people can travel to from the normal world somehow (space ships or stargates or something), but however I got here was not the normal way, which means unlike everybody else, I can't easily communicate with our world back home.

The Charmed Ones are here, and there has been some kind of message from some sort of spirit (their Grandma?) that indicates that I should be with one of them or perhaps all of them. Pru does some sort of reading that doesn't show that I should be with any of them, but that does hint I should be around and be a friend, and that things might change with time.

I find myself being confronted by Leo the Whitelighter, who seems to be the father of a very hillbilly-ish family that he is fairly abusive to. He offers me a ride down 192 back to my hotel room. When I get there, we are all getting ready to check out and go home. There is a rumor of some sort of haunted house above our floor, and there is one little kid who has been planning to climb through the vents to get the the floor above and check it out. I am interested too, so we get to it.

We find the vent, and there is a fan in it that was have to loosen and take out, but we manage to eventually squeeze our way up to the floor above, and instead of any sort of haunted house, we just find another hotel room or apartment. Nothing interesting in that, so we just drop back down to our own room. But now we're hot and sticky, and have to wash up before leaving. Unfortunately the hotel room bathroom seems more like an airplane bathroom, with a really weird, tiny toilet is is hard to get to and use properly.

09-19-2012 -- [Very weird dream, about five hours into sleep period, scenes all over the place and very odd.]

Working in a fast food place of some sort, and see a pack of Mike 'n Ikes or Good and Fruity or the like, which I can't resist taking from a shelf. The place has turned into more of a convenience store, and a minute or two after I take it, I realize I have to pay for it, and try to give my manager a quarter. She doesn't want to take it, and has a policy of only taking bills, but I remind her it is only .25 cents, so bills mouldn't make as much sense.

There are brief hints of Doctor Who and the TARDIS, but it doesn't go anywhere. Instead, as I step into the TARDIS, it turns into an elevator, and just takes me to the second floor. I am now on the second floor at what seems to be a cross between the TAMS warehouse and Hewitt Associates. I don't work here, but for some reason I am in the building.

I am walking down the hall, and find an attractive woman who seems to be delivering some job applications that people have filled out or something. They won't take them, but ask the woman to wait, explaining there is more information needed or something, and that it will all be clear in a couple of minutes. I walk further to where some prospective new employees are being given a test, and they are being told "You will not be able to finish the test. Do not let this worry you, just get as far as you can in it." The questions are all numbered, but not all numbers are used, they jump around.

One guy thinks he has figured out something, and is suggesting everybody ignore any questions numbered under 1000, as their group all has employee numbers over 1000. I'm a little disgruntled, as my number, when I worked there, was under 1000. On the other hand, I am neither reapplying nor taking the test, so why should I care? [Oddly, I am convinced this bit of the story reflects on a Harry Potter fan fiction I read last night right before bed, where Dudley had a number of 00001.]

I walk back toward the attractive lady with the applications, figuring I would try and get a glimpse and see if I could figure what was missing from them. She doesn't want me to look, and seems offended or something, and suddenly we are in May Company at the Buena Park Mall, and either she chases me out the door facing La Palma, or I chase her out of it. We're approaching Dale Avenue, and need to cross to the Food King parking lot, but the traffic is really, really heavy.

Somehow the woman is now being carried in my arms, and is half a very sleepy BC, and half a sleepy cat. And either might be disturbed by all the loud, rushing traffic. There is finally a break in the traffic, and I start to run across the street, when there is some loud music behind us in the mall parking lot. I make it safely across the street and into the Food King parking lot, but now the music is in front of us. It is a group of punks (almost a gang) who are going shopping. As we grab carts and start toward the door, they are telling us we can't go shopping because they are going shopping.

We try to ignore them, and as we approach the door, BC has warped into Dale. Somehow we already have stuff in our carts as we approach the door, and it seems like we have to be checked out to go in, rather than the other way around. Odd. Anyway, we are supposed to have four 12 packs of sodas, and the punks ahead of us only have two, so they steal two from our cart, and the guy checking them in doesn't seem to care. But since Dale and I no longer have four, they aren't sure about letting us in.

Soon they are cooking something for us, but since we don't have all the ingredients they wanted, they aren't making what we ordered. I try to be pleasant, but explain that since they aren't making what we ordered, we'll try it, but if we don't like it, we'll refuse it. One of the punks is making fun of us, so I suddenly start beating him, seriously, about the face, really smashing it up pretty badly. I am speaking to the manager about the whole situation when Dale gets mad, and starts slamming the face of the employee into a table, smashing him up pretty badly, as well. The manager says he was thinking about firing the guy, anyway, and I am trying to make sure Dale doesn't go too far and kill the guy.

Soon we're sitting on one of the benches outside the store. It is late at night, and for some reason I have a deck of cards and am asking Dale to "pick a card, any card." Except I've forgotten how whatever trick I was going to do was supposed to work, so I just put the deck in my pocket and forget about it. We're discussing some sort of trip we want to take at the end of the month, but don't know if we can pull it off, probably not. Dale is falling asleep, while I am matching up these strange little bits of stone, and whenever I find two that are alike, they disappear. I am soon realizing they are Runescape strange rocks.

09-19-2012 -- [Incredibly long dream with almost no story, I'll not be struggling to remember every detail, but just getting out the general idea of what was going on.]

Am wandering around the Buena Park Mall in the present time, just exploring to see what is different. Have gone downstairs near the back entrance near Newberries and Sears, and am just wandering toward the food court. Am looking at stores I can remember from previous dreams, not that I remember from real life. Come across a lady working who looks like Rosemary, but who I don't remember as Rosemary, but as a person who was working in a strange combination art store/pet store in past dream. She's now working in the same shop (which is now a furniture store) and a shop across the way, hurrying back and forth between the two.

I reach the food court area, which it seems just keeps growing and growing. There are now 4 or 5 food stores stretching from the food court into the corridor I was approaching from, and a ton of stores on the left, as well as the right. The pizza place I used to get square pizza slices from was there, plus a Chinese place, but the tons of stalls mostly seem to be of much less quality than what I remember in real life.

Somewhere around this point, both the screws have come loose on my glasses, and both the ear pieces have fallen off. I can't get things to line up properly, and am deciding to stop at the optometrists down here, and let them fix it.

I have been trying to price actual store fronts, and figure out how much it might cost to open a shop down here, but every store I have seen so far has been open, amazing in this economy. But I continue down the corridor leading to the movie theater, and here they seem to have been doing some major construction, and lots of shops are closed. Looks the the pricing is about $94,000 for a slim storefront, though I have no idea how long that is for.

Somehow I find an exit from the lower level on the La Palma side [which has no exits on that side except to the upper level, since the upper level is ground level] and I find myself looking at both the street in the distance, and a drop. Somehow they have built the mall on a number of levels, and in some way the lower level is above the upper level on this side. Very strange. I'm thinking it looks like the various levels at the airport, placed one on top of the other.

I head back into the mall, now on the upper level near May Company. I walk past Waldenbooks, and mom is there, moping because they closed down. It is a little sad, considering how much time I spent in there looking for books as a kid. I continue on toward Sears, and things get quite weird for brief moments in a number of ways.

At one point, I am trying desperately to avoid the Weasley Twins, though I have no idea why. At another, I am wandering from elevator to elevator with a bag of equipment, testing to see if all the lights on the buttons are working, or if I need to report some of them are out. The actual repair person working on the elevators is a little annoyed at me. In another, a bunch of kids are following me through a store that seems to be selling mostly leather clothes, and I have no idea why. Finally there is something weird about an attractive blonde princess, but that disappears quickly.

Soon I am heading down the corridor toward JC Penney, and stop by Max's Carmel Corn Stand, which is a frequent stop in my dreams when I visit this mall. Max (who looks like Don Dunn in this dream) is pouring carmel corn and is asking me about calling the police or something. At first it seems like he is accusing me of setting them on him, but then it switched where he is calling them on me, though I have no idea why.

I head back downstairs at the elevator next to B Dalton, and there is a guy offering tax advise, and a lady who he has asked to help find people to ask him questions. She is being tossed out by security for taking up his (the tax advisers') time, and he is starting to ask others to help him. If helping him gets people thrown out, why would we want to help?

I walk into B Dalton, which is open, and start looking around. Oddly enough, though it is a bookstore, I don't see any specific books. My mind doesn't bother populating them. Instead I see a slightly oriental girl who has fallen to the ground, and is starting to shake and steam. Another girl is trying to hook jumper cables up to the girl and herself, to try and drain off the electricity that is frying the girl, but can't seem to get it right.

The first girl bursts into a momentary ball of flame, spontaneous combustion, then collapses into ash, and I can remember news reports of a strange condition going around where trying to jump-start a heart burns a body, rather than gets the heart going again. Just weird stuff.

09-17-2012 -- [First off, this was not lucid, I did not know it was a dream while I was dreaming it, but part of why I remember the parts I remember so well is because I was recalling the details of what happened earlier in the dream in the dream, not trying to remember it as a dream, but for the possible lawsuit. Also there may have been more before this, and it may have been dull or interesting, but I can't actually remember anything further back than I tried to remember in the dream, except that I am certain that it did go further back. Takes a while to get to the weird, repeat dream, time travel parts.]

Somehow I am in a parking lot of a strip mall. Could be a lot of places, but I'm pretty sure it is on Colonial, near Highway 27 in Clermont. I have no idea why I am here, and everything seems to keep shifting, but I seem to be meeting mom here, and she seems to own a business.

For much of this portion, I am in the parking lot, along landscaped curbs, though it is a business, as well. At one moment, it seems to be a gym that mom owns (anybody who ever met my mom, who weighed over 400 pounds, would know this makes no sense), and at another, a sort of copy center. I am supposed to be doing some work for her, and my 'station' is a table, just sitting in this parking lot.

Somebody knocked the table over, and stuff is scattered on the floor. I am trying to get things straightened up again. Somehow this leads to some time cleaning up litter in the parking lot, and I am talking to mom's assistant, who is kind of cute, looks a little like Rosemary's friend Mary. End up picking up a small sort of alarm clock that has broken into three pieces and am putting it back together so it works.

I ask about it, and they are moaning that it shows the next three jobs we're supposed to be doing, and they are worried things won't get done because the alarm disappeared when the table got knocked over. I explain it was right underneath the table, and I fixed it, and they are happy about it. I am gently tearing what seems to be a page with three coupons on it out of a half-size coupon store thing like I once bought an ad in, as I wait for mom, who is talking to somebody else, inside the store, except that somehow it seems to be some kind of work order for us, regardless of the fact that it looks like a coupon.

Continue cleaning up scraps on the floor, and start to come across several old comic books (ones I have dreamed about in other dreams, within last couple of years) that are just randomly sitting half in the open, half under the tables (that are still out in the open in the parking lot). I am gathering them up to throw them away, except I halfway have some kind of idea that these are some sort of mid-range comic books that are kept under the tables to keep them out of the way. They aren't cheap enough to go in the regular bins, nor expensive enough to be put on the walls, but maybe $40 or $50 an issue. They include a lot of random titles, some old Green Lanterns, and a couple of old Spider-Mans. Somehow this leads to looking at some racks mom has of trade paperbacks, and I am glancing at the thick black and white archive editions of Green Lantern stuff that print 20 or 25 issues in a single $15-$20 newsprint volume, thinking when I have money and a job, I might want to buy a few more.

By this time mom's gym or printshop or comic store is closing for the day, and they are preparing to lock it up. I walk out of the store (finally inside) and head a little north in a mall the store is in. (Almost seems to be the Buena Park Mall). I think I am a few doors down from Sears, and am passing a bookstore that I decide I want to look through. When I first glance at it, it looks exactly like Waldenbooks, but when I look again, it seems to be a different bookstore.

They are probably about to close as well, but they say nothing as I start to browse. It is a long, narrow shop, like Waldenbooks was, and I am walking back the main aisle, looking at the displays on the right side as I head all the way back. As I get to the back, I see these strange mannequin-like figures that seem to be slightly moving or swaying. There is an incredibly long line of them, and they almost seem ready to go down like a row of dominoes.

By this time, I am driving down somewhat narrow roads around some attractive houses while looking at all these mannequins, and soon I am not driving, but being driven. Soon it seems like I am being driven around a very nicely landscaped seaside community. I am seeing people walking their dogs, and somehow I am recognizing things that I drove around or saw years and years ago, though I'm still trying to piece together exactly what it is I am remembering.

We are on our way back, and are getting close to the front of the store again, when I see a small red pick-up truck parked along the curb, and I am suddenly certain I remember that truck. Wasn't that the truck that Ashlyn Gear did a sex scene with some black guy in it? Wasn't it one of the hottest scenes I ever saw? The truck is quite an old model, from the late 70s or early 80s, but it looks brand new. As we're driving past it, I see a door in the building open, and a very young, vibrant Ashlyn Gear walks out and is heading for the truck, followed by a black guy, and everything kind of falls into place.

Back almost 25 years ago, when I was just barely legal, I somehow got a couple of video tapes. One had one pornographic scene on it, Ashlyn in the red truck. The other was a worn video tape of some kind of TV show that had been recorded (poorly) over a tape of porn scenes, and you could catch tiny bits of the porn flashing in and out of the newer stuff. The thing that had been taped over the top of the porn was a drive through the small, well-landscaped community.

I start to confront them about how I saw these tapes 25 years ago, and yet they are only filming them today. And somehow they have an Ashlyn Gear here that is about 25 years younger than the Ashlyn Gear of today. Obviously there is some kind of time travel going on here, and I want to know what is going on. They try to distract me by driving me through a different part of the community, showing me the route I actually remember from the video tape, yet denying there is anything odd going on. I'm asking them to drive slower as we pass the red truck, and am even considering stopping and trying to get into the act.

Soon I am back to the front counter, trying to demand the speak to the manager, except it has turned from a bookstore into a car dealership that sells old classic cars that seem to be absolutely brand new. I keep trying to demand to know about their time traveling method, and they keep acting like I am insane, while trying to sell me a brand new 1980 brown pick-up truck in the year 2012.

We argue for a little while, and I am threatening law suits, and am reminding myself of the entire typed-out portion of this dream in my mind so I can remember it to tell it to the lawyers. Soon I am in the brown pick-up truck, and seem to be kind of stealing it while the sales manager is threatening to call the cops. I tell him he calls the cops and I'll blow the whistle on his whole time-travel thing. I drive the truck out of his lot and on to Douglas Avenue in Altamonte, turning left to drive toward Altamonte Blvd.

[I have no way to prove it, but I am almost sure I had another dream that I was remembering in this dream of driving around the community, waiting for people to cross the street with their dogs, and so on ... though it feels like I dreamed it 10-12 years ago, and not 25 years ago. I can't remember if there were any hints of sex in that earlier dream. I can't remember any, but it kind of feels like it. Weird stuff.]

09-01-2012 -- [Have not been remembering as many cool dreams this month as in August, and with today's five dreams posted, I think I have got down all eight dreams I found worth remembering from the fist half of the month onto the computer. Still not every one right on time, but caught up fairly quick. Think this was the first dream of the month.]

Working security at an Orlando Paving Company type of place. I'm not working alone, there is another guard here, though he is busy trying to change huge tires on a dirt mover or something. He can't seem to fix one of the tires, however. I am trying to fix my uniform, but they have no more blue pants in my size, so I am having to wear a pair of khaki pants, instead. There is a blond haired guy next to me who seems really emotional, and keeps trying to hug me. I recognize him as Draco Malfoy and am almost laughing as he tries on his blue pants and keeps asking me "Do these make me look fat?"

He is reminding me that I need to catch a plane in about an hour, because some game magazine wants me to cover some kind of trade show or something for them ... though I love doing the reporting for them, somehow I forgot, and now I have to rush to get to the airport.

Somehow I have run off a couple of blocks, and now I have to get back as quickly as I can, so I can get my car and drive to the airport. I'm lost, though, and am not sure exactly how to get back. I'm tired and messed up. I think I am jogging down Texas Avenue in Orlando, and I find myself walking through a go cart track. I am dodging the cars, including some being washed, and make my way through the office, where one of the employees is say "I love my job ... no! Really I hate it!"

I walk West to a large warehouse, where I find myself climbing over the back of a big rig, trying to remember the combination of ingredients that made the load this truck was hauling so much more valuable than any other load. For a few moments I turn into some absolute moron movie character like Ace Ventura or one of the guys from Dumb and Dumber, and I am really annoying the guy who is trying to load the truck.

Finally I remember the extra ingredient was milk, and start planning to add milk to every load to make them more valuable. The fork lift driver seems to be George, the old forklift driver I knew at JC Penney's. He doesn't know if he can handle the changes, and starts trying to kill me, instead.

I soon end up back outside the warehouse, between it and the go kart place, and find a lot of sick people are standing around there. They all seem to have caught some sort of plague. Most of them are all right, but one went from catching the disease to starting to die from it in something like 7 minutes, which is a horrible, horrible record. An alarm is going off, and we're all waiting for them to come for her as her face is getting all blotchy.

There is some sort of fun organization that tries to give kids with the plague a good time before they possibly die, and they are doing parasailing right now. I decide to try it, and am soon up in the sky. I cut the lines and glide away before anybody can bring me back, and manage to escape. I enter a mall, and find many of the stores are closed, and the rest are missing half their stock, due to the plague. It slowly turns into Flea World, where I am walking past two of Ron's x-rated video stores. Bob Estep, who I am with, doesn't want me to look.

Soon I am outside at a discount gas station, trying to fill up my car. I am spilling some of the gas because a bad pumps. The prices are about $3 a gallon, when most places in the area are $3.75, so it is a really good price, but they are charging .05 a gallon in taxes that are being added on top of the bill, which kind of annoys me.