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11-02-2013 -- Out visiting a friend or a relative somewhere, and sitting in a room petting a cat which may or may not be one of my cats from somewhere in the past. The mother in the place decides to make me something to eat, and is cooking a couple of 'hamburgers' made of sausage for me. Since she is cooking, anyway, she decides to make a few more, both regular burgers and sausage burgers. Soon I am preparing a couple of buns, and am thinking about preparing a couple more, and asking if I can take a couple more burgers with me when I leave.

Soon I am standing in front of the Hickory house with Dave D., and we get news somehow that there is somebody bad wandering through the neighborhood. I decide to walk Dave home (two doors down) to let Don and Rachel know about the problem. Thing is, as we're just entering the door, we hear someone behind us and turn to see someone walking up behind us that looks like one of the 'Gentlemen' from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. We slam the door, and he eventually goes away.

Don comes around and sees I am shaking and starts to comment that I probably have my gun locked away in a filing cabinet, and never even touch it. [I have dreamed that I own one or more guns several times over the last couple of years. In this particular dream, Don probably helped my mom pick it out for me.] I explain to him that it is actually in my desk drawer, and I take it out every couple of months and take a shot at the tree across the street, just to make sure it still works. For some odd reason, I then start lecturing him on every detail I think I know about carry laws and how I am and am not allowed to carry it [almost certainly based on a discussion in a Harry Potter Yahoo group I read recently]. When I run down, he suggests some sort of clip which would prevent a crook from grabbing the gun and using it, and I am trying to figure out how it would work, until I figure out that it is an odd cross between a rubber band and a paper clip that would somehow fit on a file folder and make it more difficult to open.

I fiddle with the thing for a bit, then decide it is time to go home. I rush down two doors and get inside, then go hunting for my gun. I hope it is here, because I have been moving around so much, a lot of my stuff is in storage. [Since the Hickory house and mom being alive predates my moving around a lot, this doesn't make a lot of sense.] I don't find my gun in the desk where I expect it, but then I decide to check in the filing cabinet, and lo and behold, there it is, right where Don suggested it would be. I also manage to find two bullets and load them. Unfortunately the rest of my ammunition is in storage, along with my other guns. The one I do have is a decent sized hand gun, but I know I also have a smaller hand gun and a rifle somewhere.

Meanwhile, I hear my sister yelling at my mom. It turns out I have an older half brother (even older than Ron) that I had never heard of, and the fellow was violent. He has a habit of attacking family members, and Melody has heard that he has some kind of marriage contract on me. (Say what?!?) She's mad at mom, because mom has invited him to come by for a visit. I hear the door bell ring, and glance out the window, and he is here. He looks like Mark Henry (huge black professional wrestler), and just in case, I have him in my gun-sight. Mom and Melody are at the door, and he either kills them, or somehow knocks them out, and knocks the door down and storms in. He has a machine gun in his hands, and is hunting me.

I dodge around the two doors in my second bedroom, trying to stay out of sight until I can manage to get a good shot at him, but he's firing that machine gun all over the place. Eventually I pop out at just the right moment, and manage to get him with two shots right in the chest, but he manages to catch me with 20 or 30 shots all over my body. He falls to the ground, while I stagger toward the back of the house. I hear him get to his feet and stomp out the front door, and I call out to ask him why he has done this. He doesn't seem to have an answer for me. I lock the door, to try and keep him out, and then stagger to the telephone in mom's room to try and call Don for help. Problem is, I can't manage to remember his phone number. [Oddly enough, I think the places I got shot in the dream match up with the couple dozen mosquito bites I got on Halloween at my balloon gig.]

11-03-2013 -- I am doing an ever-changing route of BankAtlantic style mystery shops up and down the East coast that are slowing morphing into a discussion of what packages I will and won't deliver to a somewhat rural area out near Haines City / Davenport that I have dreamed about before. (The area where there is some kind of medical laboratory, and a weird FedEx office that will receive and hold packages, but not deliver them.) I am debating about how I do not have to do deliveries to that area at all hours of the day or night, but frequently agree to because I like the run. As we continue arguing, the area we are standing is slowly turning into the church on the corner of Dale and Crescent.

Soon I am running around the place kind of mowing the grass with a large sort of weed wacker, first along Crescent, then along Dale, then along the back of the church, beside the driveway / parking lot. Soon I find I am moving back toward Dale again, and somehow the land is getting more and more hilly, with a narrow path running down into a sort of valley near the base. I see a maintenance guy who is in the process of locking a gate that will block off part of my access, and I explain about the lawn work I am doing, and how I used to be in the cadets, and he agrees to wait for a bit before locking up the gate.

Soon I am cutting down weeds in a sort of culvert which is very green, and very much like the drainage ditch as it passes through the Dad Miller Golf Course, where there seem to be people living and staying, and I find I am angering some sort of mob boss, though I am not sure if it is the Italian Mafia or the Chinese Triad. Except that somehow I just somehow saved his life, so now he quite likes me, but he still refuses to shake my hand because his people might take it the wrong way. Jerk!

I continue to mow the grassy areas, but they are turning more and more into gardens, first a very small dusting of flowers, then getting into more of a fancy Japanese garden feeling, then even more busy and vivid, and starting to look like massively colorful fairy-like gardens, where I soon find I am shaving the tops off of very fancy decorated cakes that are starting to grow too tall. But I am starting to worry that I may get in trouble for trimming these, and even fear I may not be allowed in these gardens at all. Then I run into somebody else who tells me I am doing fine, and that I am welcome here. At this point the multiple gardens on multiple levels keep growing so much that they are all starting to merge together, that the tiny spaces between them are becoming like tight cave passages.

I ask for help in learning what I am doing, and the guy is more than happy to teach me. He leads me to a sort of a ring of wires that are encircling the gardens (which are turning into a big sort of circular planetoid that vaguely resembles the Death Star ... if it were covered in plants). [I have dreamed about this three or four times before, web slinging as Spider-Man, swinging around on vines, fighting circus animals, in past dreams, but it seems this is the first one I have gotten entered on the computer, at least so far.] The wires are all bunched together around the planetoid, looking kind of like the rings around Saturn. He tells me we have to separate the wire for the particular garden we want to work on, and that will allow us to travel the wire to reach that garden portion.

I look at the wires, and there are probably about 200 of them, all different colors and patterns on the wire jackets, and they seem to be numbered from 1 to 148, with a few As and Bs scattered among the various numbers. Some are grouped together even tighter, like wires 31-40 which are all bundled together with ties and tapes, making it easier to find them, but harder to separate them. But if you manage to grab your particular wire and separate it from the rest, it will then drift ever more distant from the rest, and then you can kind of glide / fly along the wire to it's particular garden, where there will now be enough space to easily move around and work on the garden. Very metaphysical, like you somehow access extra dimensions to allow you more room to work in.

The guy gives me a couple of specific wires to separate and ride to, to kind of test my learning, and I am soon trying to pull apart and separate the wires to gain access. I think one of the ones he tested me with was either 48B or 68B, one of a group of 10 or 15 orange wires all taped up together. A lot of fun!

10-27-2013 -- Earlier bits, but I can't remember them. First thing I can actually remember, I am in Longs Drugstore at the Buena Park Mall, but as I am glancing around it is slowly morphing into a book store, probably somewhere else. It is near closing time, and I am there at just the right time to learn they are about to start a very special sale. For 10 minutes, everything in the store (everything!) will be on sale for 10 cents. I rush over to the kids section, about 1/3rd of the way into the store, and am amazed to find about 20 hardcover Three Investigators mysteries. Even more amazing, several of them are new titles I have never seen before, even though they have been assigned old numbers. I start grabbing them and stacking them up, but by the time I am ready to move on, all but one or two of them have vanished, and one of the store employees is trying to take a couple of them away from me, which really ticks me off.

I move toward the back of the store, where I am expecting to find the comic strip collections (stuff like Calvin and Hobbes, Foxtrot, Dilbert) but as I am walking, both the building and the sale are stretching and expanding. Now the sale is going on for 10 hours, and the bookstore reminds me of a college campus, with at least three or four separate buildings, and I am walking on an outdoor path to the next building, where I hope to find some of the comic strip collections. I spot the humor section, but as I approach it, it vanishes. Instead, I walk across to another building where they seem to have books on sports and biographies and non-fiction, and a sports figure (or maybe a politician) is going to give a speech, and is trying to draw people in for that.

At some point, I find myself walking with Martin Crane (Frasier), who is probably my grand dad [I shudder, wondering who my dad would be], and who is kind of pushing me around and really annoying me. There is a reporter who is trying to interview him for some reason, and he is giving them all kinds of hassles, and telling them to go interview a hardware store, and making a lot of fuss. He's been annoying me enough, that I give the reporter some dirt that will irritate him and maybe get him to say something, and just ask for a copy of the tape, because I want to see him get annoyed.

Soon I find myself wandering around a building that seems to be undergoing repairs, and half the windows are boarded up, but in that area, I find some great stuff. Some of the Lois McMaster Bujold Vorkorsigan books, the superhero books I was always looking for as a kid (encyclopedias on Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman and/or the Flash, though in the dream I also saw one on Spider-Man) seasons of Babylon 5 and other television shows on DVD, all for ten cents, but again, every time I go to grab something, it seems to fade away, so that even after all this great shopping, I only have 1 or 2 items!

11-13-2013 -- [Doing all the stuff that is supposed to lead to better dream recall, and things are only getting worse. Only one dream on the 11th, none on the 12th, and then only one, choppy and all over the place on the 13th. I just don't get my body. Oh well.] I think it is Halloween. I am at a house somewhere that I cannot specifically equate with any that I have ever lived in or recognize. I seem to be kind of visiting. The 'family' seems to be a blend of various people I know who, several do not know each other.

I think I am trying to get close to V or LR, but they are all over the place. There seem to be trick-or-treaters around, though they are not wearing costumes. At some point I see a small boy (probably 4 or 5) outside with short-but-extremely-curly red hair, but he is just wandering around. There is a sort of a wall of junk, and another kid seems to be crawling around that, but there is something wrong with him, and he is piling up books around him. (That's not the part that is wrong.) One of the young women says they have had a vision or something of him planting a bomb, and we have to go out and check on it.

We do find the bomb, which is this strange contraption that looks almost like a figure, sitting in a car about the right size to hold Barbies or action figures, with a small yellow teddy bear as a driver. They have asked me to take care of the bomb, and I am really nervous about it, and am afraid I am going to blow myself up or that the kid will see me, and trigger the bomb. So to avoid being seen by the kid too early, I have to do everything by mind power. I concentrate on the car, and it moves (kind of jerkily) about a foot, to where I have a better view of it, then I switch places of the bear and the device (for what reason, I don't know), and finally I launch the toy car through the air at high speed (think Turbo Boost on Knightrider) about 30 feet through the air and land it in a lake near the house, at which point it explodes, but is far enough away it does no harm.

The little kid who caused this is having a melt-down, and is screaming and crying about how whatever evil that was controlling him is going to be so mad at him, and I gather him in my arms and hug him and comfort him, and tell him that we'll try to protect him, and things will be OK, and all the women in the house are like "Aaaaaawwwwwww," and begin to appreciate me more. We all move back into the house, and soon the mom of the family gets home, and it turns out to be CL. This is the first time I have dreamed of her, and she is rather beautiful.

Seems I am staying the night here, and I end up sleeping in a bed for a bit, then get up and start to take a shower, but forget to completely shut or lock the bathroom door, and at one point the door opens, and I hope one of the ladies is going to end up joining me in the shower, but nobody does. Eventually we end up talking in the living room for a while, and CL ends up revealing she has just done a clown gig or something (though afaik she has never been a clown in real life). We're discussing this in the living room, and she pops to the kitchen to get something for a few moments, and somehow is on a strange sort of spring-like fold-up thing that extends far enough to reach the kitchen, but is almost at its maximum length at that point. I ask about it, and they explain it has something to do with measuring distance. Whatever.

She is wearing a robe, and seemingly only a robe, and at one point it slips open a bit, and I catch a nice glimpse of a very nice boob that is about as wonderful as I imagined, though that is the extent of the nudity in the dream. Anyway, we are soon in the side yard, walking down a hill to a sort of picnic setting with lots of other relatives, talking about different kinds of food and things. [Nothing too interesting in the whole thing, except for the short bit with the bomb in the toy car.]

11-11-2013 -- [Probably earlier bits I can't remember.] Am on what seems to be a sort of college campus, perhaps in a quad or something. There are a lot of people around and a lot of arguments. Politics or racial issues (repub vs dems or America vs Islam), and a lot of people feeling very strongly or getting upset. There is a blonde professor (female) and Lisa Williams (the DJ, not the psychic) arguing about the issues, and things get tense enough that they actually reach the point of getting into a bit of a fight, shoving each other around and throwing blows.

At one point in all this, I get caught in a legs scissor by a massive guy who is crushing me and causing me some serious pain as he squeezes me with massive tree trunk legs, but I eventually manage to wrestle my way free. At one point I end up sitting down on a bench and talking to a young woman (brunette, 18-20) who thinks I am an idiot, but doesn't particularly have anything against me. Right now she is griping and complaining about her mother, who is the blonde professor. The girl kind of reminds me of Faith from BtVS.

The professor comes along and is arguing with the girl, and seems to be raking up leaves as well, cleaning the area up. She is blonde, somewhere in the age range of 45-50, and has large breasts. She is wearing somewhat loose clothes, and when she bends far enough over while raking and gathering leaves, her impressive breasts end up swinging out, and I am enjoying watching her. She either doesn't notice, or doesn't care, but does ask me to help with the raking, and gathering leaves, even as she is asking about the size of my lawn waste garbage bags. I tell her I don't know what size they are, only that they are fairly big. I don't really want to do this, but it will keep me close to be able to keep enjoying those breasts, so I agree.

I grab a broken rake (the part of the handle remaining is only about three feet long) and start to do some raking, gathering up leaves, and avoiding several 2"-3" thick branches the professor has stacked in a pile on the ground. Soon I also find myself gathering up some litter and garbage out of the gutter, and dodging a somewhat large and possibly danger spider under some of the junk. Meanwhile, a cement truck is backing up to the curb, though I don't know why. Gathering more leaves, and the professor (who is still falling out of her top) invites me home with her and her daughter for some coffee and maybe some food. I am hoping this is going to lead to something pleasant, so I agree, and suddenly we are there.

The house is kind of damaged, and packed with lots of junk, and I manage to find the worn and beaten coffee maker and haul it over to her, then ask her to look at it and see if it needs anything else, so that if it does, I can start looking through all the junk, trying to find it. She says it ought to be OK, and says she is making some meatloaf. This worries me since most people make meatloaf with onions, and I am kind of mildly allergic to onions. The daughter is helping with some of the clean-up and still griping, and I may have kind of half-woke, because I find myself trying to recall the earlier bits of the dream (Lisa and the politics and stuff) and am looking for something to write them down on, but am having problems finding anything.

Suddenly instead of being in the professor's house, I find myself in an enlarged version of the Pageant house, but it is owned by Rosemary. This is like several other dreams in the last year or so, where my room is in the same place, but is a lot larger, and there are four beds in the room, and four of us share it. The whole room is quite messy, with everybody's stuff and clothes strewn all about the place. One of the other roommates (who reminds me of one of the roommates from the Amidon house, though I can't remember his name) is complaining about the mess, and I point out that I am only one of four tossing stuff everywhere, but say that since Rosemary kicked me out, within another week or two, I will have all my stuff out. Meanwhile, I am still looking for an envelope to write the early part of the dream down.

I take a few minutes to pet Lady (one of Rosemary's dachshunds), and the unhappy roommate wanders around cleaning some of his stuff, when Rosemary comes bustling in. She seems unhappy with me, which doesn't surprise me. What does surprise me is the seeming reason. She demands to know why I wasn't around for Thanksgiving dinner, and complains of lots of food that didn't get eaten. I explain that, after our last argument, and how she threw me out, I didn't think I was really welcome. Turns out I was.

Anyway, I finally find an envelope to write the dream down on, but as I am trying to do so, the unhappy roommate starts spraying something on stuff. There is no pleasant odor, so it probably isn't an air freshener. It might be a bug spray or something. But since he is spraying it on clothes laying around, books, and even some comic books, I'm getting a little worried. He tells me the comics are his, and not some of mine, but still.... Meanwhile, I still can't concentrate on writing down the dream, and Rosemary may be coming back to do more ranting, so I decide to try and go back to the professor's place.

I exit the house, and find myself on a hill. It may be in Omaha, or possibly in England. It has some of the feel of both. I am wearing roller skates, and find myself rolling down the hill very fast, so step off on some grass to slow myself down for a moment. I see a cop in a patrol car, and am worried he'll hassle me, but I have my back to him, and he drives right past me. I continue down the hill to the main street, and make a right turn onto it, just to discover I have no idea where the professor lives. So I just start wandering the neighborhood, hoping to recognize something.

Eventually, I step into a house and am wondering if it is the right place, then I find an answering machine, and it is my sister's, and I find that the message I left her, that I worried couldn't be heard because of my voice, actually came through better than I expected. About that time the professor's daughter tells me I have been rude, and to sit down and eat the huge steak her mother cooked for me, so I guess I found the right house.

11-10-2013 -- Driving in an area that is a cross between Downtown Orlando and I-5 in California. It is one of the dreams in the busy freeways / construction zones category that I often have. I was heading north for a few minutes, approaching Downtown Orlando, then turned around and found myself heading South, just to find I was on I-5, approaching the Anaheim Plaza exit. There is a train track running parallel to the freeway, and I am somehow pointing out places where the tracks would switch, and theorizing on how the switchings would affect freeway traffic. (Since they are parallel, but unconnected, in real life it would have no effect, but this is a dream, after all.)

I wave to a cop on the freeway shoulder who is a friend, and am listening to Z88.3 on the radio. Soon I continue on the road, and I-5 has turned back into I-4, and then (as I am still heading south and I-4 runs more east/west) find myself on the Turnpike, instead. I am heading far south, though I am not sure if I am doing mystery shopping or delivery work. Soon I find myself down at an automotive shop next to a gas station around Fort Lauderdale or so. I am puttering around this seemingly abandoned shop, and come across a bag of some kind of chemical that is used in repairing cars, and since it just seems to be sitting there, I stick it in my backpack.

I wander around a little bit, and find myself on a slight hill, looking at a short (about four feet tall) fence separating me from a gas station with another auto shop as a part of it. It is a station where I have often been in dreams before, and I have also had work done there before on my scooter. I try to climb over the short fence, though my knee is giving me troubles, and I also get a little too close to a kid in a red baseball cap, which seems to make the adults in the area (his parents?) a little nervous. But I ignore them and move on. As I approach the gas station, I find out that they are working on my scooter once again, and are warning me that they probably won't have it ready until tomorrow. I have no money, and no other transportation, and I'm thinking to myself that I guess I will be spending the night sleeping in their parking lot. The guy then tells me "And you can't stay here!" Darn! But on the other hand, my car (yes, it is now a car) is ready.

I guess I am half driving it to the payment counter, and half making a delivery, because I pull up to a spot that is not a parking space (like the diagonal white lines that aren't a parking space, but mark off extra space next to a handicapped spot) because I am only going to be here for a moment, either making the payment, or making a delivery, but the guy goes nuts, and tells me I am not going to park there, even for a moment, and he doesn't like my attitude, and they probably won't use our services any more because of this! He's really mad, and it is ridiculous overkill. For some reason, Graham Murphy is standing there, and is agreeing with him, and I'm figuring I guess Graham isn't really a friend.

I say I will move the car, and am walking toward it, but the guy won't allow me to. He is now searching through my backpack, and finds the bag of chemicals, and claims it is his, and is now after me for stealing, as well. Graham, meanwhile, has taken my car keys, and is moving my car, himself. I call out to him and tell him that he doesn't have my permission to do so, and he just took my keys, so it could be considered grand theft auto. Not going to have him charged, of course, I'm just saying .... Finally, I have had enough, so I push past the guy and make my way to my vehicle, which now seems to be a cross between an ice cream truck and a Mears handicap van. Graham is sitting in it, I guess I am driving him back to Orlando. The kid in the baseball cap is also here, and is asking me for a ride to where he is going, which is a bit north, probably around the West Palm Beach area. Graham explains he isn't really against me, he was agreeing with the jerk because he didn't want an argument, and was just trying to get us out of there quicker. How do I get into these things?

So I am heading north on the Turnpike, until I suddenly find myself driving in a mall parking lot, wondering how the heck I got here, and why I am here ... I should still be on the Turnpike until West Palm Beach. I drive to the edge of the parking lot and turn on to the street. I am approaching the light, and right on the other side of the light is the entrance to the Turnpike. Problem is, the light turns red. I put on the brakes, but they are kind of soft, and I come much closer to the car stopped right in front of me than I would like ... on the other hand, I do manage to stop on time, so it's all good. Problem is, the car that is in the next lane over. It is also trying to stop, and going too fast, and in trying to stop, it clips the car in front of me, and sends it into a spin, and while it is spinning, it hits me. Graham gives out a curse, angry about more delays. So we have a three car fender bender, that was in no way my fault.

I get out of the van, and am getting out my digital camera to snap some pictures of what happened, but Graham immediately begins to drive the van through the intersection and out of traffic. What was the entrance to the Turnpike is now a small, out-of-the-way cul de sac. Now understand, I planned to move us out of the way, but wanted to get a few pictures, first, to help make it clearer what had happened. So now the three damaged cars are all sitting in this little cul de sac, and I am taking pictures while waiting for the cops to show up. Another guy tells me not to bother, because he is taking video footage of the whole thing, but I still plan on taking my own pictures. One of the cars contained a lady and a kid, and they are leaning against their car (I think the one that got clipped) and there is an elderly couple who were in the car that started the whole thing.

I glance back at the intersection, and find that there has been another accident, and this one is really bad. There are some severely mangled vehicles, and I can see them stuffing bodies in body bags as cops direct traffic, and fire trucks and ambulances drive off. I tell the people around me that it may be a while before the cops can get to us, but remind them at least none of us got hurt. Meanwhile, the side of my van shows an advertisement for coffee machines and supplies, and there is a lady standing there that wants me to come in to her place of work an install a coffee machine right now. I'm wondering about a company that does both courier work and coffee services in the same truck, and trying to explain I am not a part of the coffee side of the business.

11-09-2013 -- [This one ties in with a dream from a few months ago that I am referring to as the Downtown Orlando Spy and Gun Event, which I know I dreamed, and wrote down, but I guess I never got posted because I can't find it anywhere. Hopefully that dream will also be online at some point. Meanwhile, this was the first dream of the night, and only barely remembered, so we'll see how much of it I can pull out of my mind now.]

I think this starts out as a typical being chased around a hotel by thugs or management dream, with a hint of Dale vacationing in Florida, as well. Think it goes on for a while, but not in any sort of detail that I can describe. Then it switches to where I find myself in a water park that is a sort of cross between the one just outside the entrance to the Magic Kingdom in more than one of my dreams, and the one that I sort of find after I make it back through the building in the gun and spy dream mentioned above. I am climbing up hillsides, then sliding down long, enjoyable water slides a few times, before I realize I have to go and pack or something.

It turns out we are staying in an odd Disney hotel complex where the hotels are kind of connected by water slides as one of the ways to get around. Somehow I have ended up passing through one of the hotels on the way back to the one where Dale and I are staying, and in the process, I have kind of half-stolen a couple of water bottles, and am hiding them in my pockets, like the gun in the previous dream. Am trying to to be seen with them, and not to be searched, and am kind of ducking into a sort of side canyon that reminds me of where you can pick the tail-feather off of the fire phoenix in Runescape, and am hoping to avoid problems. Meanwhile, I also find myself right at the mall entrance to May Company at some point, which just doesn't seem to fit in anywhere.

Anyway, it was a cool dream, and long and detailed, but I can't remember anything, so I guess it will have to go down as a fragment.

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11-09-2013 -- We are is a sort of a courtyard which seems at times to be somewhere new, and at times to be the Church of the Nazarene parking lot area in Buena Park, or right by Carolyn's house in Orlando. There is a creature or force here that is kind of making us do things, though it isn't anything that we can actually see. One of the things I am being pushed to do is to build a tall block wall, which kind of makes me think of the Lumbridge rebuildathon. Anyway, whatever this thing is, it watches us and kind of spies on us (eventually with cameras) but the wall that it is making me build is at the edge of it's view or range, so it can barely see me, and I can take it slightly easier, and am considering climbing over the fence and going away.

I continue working on the wall, and at some point dad and some others are also here working on it. I find myself worrying about bills and wondering how to pay them while I am unemployed, and thinking that dad might give me some money to help out, but I don't really want to go that route. It's a bit of a quandary. I think there is a small bit about helping dad retrieve a bill that was dropped in some sort of underground sprinkler system or something, but it was a really brief bit. Somehow dad is soon taking me out for a McDonald's-style sundae at a fast food restaurant while Carolyn is calling me on my cell phone and trying to arrange to meet me to give me something.

I explain where I am, which is either across the street from the new wall at the church, or perhaps across the street from her house (with even hints of BAMs house), and she says she'll be there in a minute, but she never shows. I meant across the street from PCUMC, but I find myself wondering if she might have thought I meant her church, and may have gone there. She was on a lunch break from the school, so she may not have had much time. Meanwhile, I am now outside the wall, sitting in the street, eating my ice cream, but still worrying and wondering about whether the camera on the building can still see me.

Somehow things shift to finding myself entering a kind of battered class room and preparing to take a seat. There is a cute kitten that will approach me, which surprises me, because it won't let anybody else near it, since one of the students went kind of wild and started attacking the various animals. There is also a wild monkey here, and several other animals. The student who went kind of wild seems to be Riley from BtVS season 4. There is also a kind of pushy, weird version of Xander who seems to be trying to keep and hide either gems, or perhaps fruit in a box of candy. Xander wants it, and wants to keep it away from us, but it isn't his. Meanwhile, I seem to be pouring a sort of peanut butter drink into a tall, narrow bottle. Very strange.

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11-09-2013 -- Starts on a sort of jungle island, where there are a few snakes slithering around, but not as many (and not as dangerous) as the usual dream. These are kind of calm and peaceful. This seems to be a sort of live action computer game cross between Risk and Pirates, and has tie-ins to many of my other dreams. We are kind of moving from the east to the west in a large chain of islands in the ocean. One island is two half circles connected by a small land bridge something like this (|=|) and even though we are approaching from the east, we land on the west side and make our way across the island and the land bridge to the east side. Reminds me of one of the islands in Warlords:Battlecry 2.

We continue further west and come to a long, slim sand covered island where we spend some time, and find that we're having some car problems. Somehow we are driving cars through the water between these various islands, and we have some issues. We're pirates, and we have to have kind of old vehicles, but one of the cars is a very new yellow sports car which just doesn't fit right. Another is a pick-up truck, which works well enough. The third is an old, beat up car that fits well enough. Problem is, it is seriously breaking down, and while we don't need to use all three vehicles, we certainly need two. The one car is really beyond fixing, but they are arguing about the sports car.

Finally I put on a sort of pirate t-shirt, and decide that shows I am a pirate enough, and just grab the sports car and start to drive it off, people diving for it to try and get in, or maybe stop me. Somebody flags me down and explains we have been invited to eat before we continue on, and they are leading us to a large buffet-style dining room with many lines that reminds me of the cafeteria at the Indiana Wesleyan University at the FCM conventions. Somehow I am a little leery, and refuse to eat immediately, though I do go through the line. The food is incredible, with some fabulous looking steaks, thick and juicy and cooked to perfection. There is also lots of other great food. Problem is, now there is a long line of people waiting, and since I didn't take food when I had the chance, I either have to stand in the line, or wait. So I take a seat outside and wait for the line to shorten again.

Eventually it is really short, and I go back in, but now almost all the food is gone. I am still able to fill a plate, but there are no steaks, none of the great food, just sides and stuff like mashed potatoes and macaroni and cheese. The best thing still available is a fairly bland pulled pork mix. I am hunting around the various tables looking for a clean plate, clean plasticware, and a clean plastic cup to get milk in, and wishing I'd served myself the first time through. Idiot!

11-08-2013 -- I am at the Adventurers Club, and it is fully open to the public, but it has a feel like I have not been around much, so maybe it is something like the place has reopened or something. As I stroll around, there is a feeling of regulars around the place, but not people I actually know. I never see any of the real regulars. Shows are being performed, and the actors are interacting with people. I see several of them, though most of them either never came close enough that I actually saw them, or my mind just didn't keep track. I am pretty sure I did seem to see Andy wandering around, and something seemed strange about that.

It is fairly late in the evening, though not quite fully the end of the night, and I think I am wandering around the Zebra Mezzanine. I step into some sort of booth (maybe half-cross between a phone booth and a music listening booth, and something startles me. I stumble to the edge of the mezzanine, hit the rail, and end up balanced precariously on it for a few seconds, before I tumble over the edge, and fall into the main salon, below. In the fall I flip around and land on my feet, and I am kind of amazed to find that I am unhurt. Servers and managers are bustling toward me to check on what happened and make sure I am OK, and one of them is Bobby (the guy who once took away Doug's bag of Voban and got cursed at for it), who needs to speak to me, and verify I am all right.

He takes me back stage via the elevator (which in real life only went between the first and second floors of the Club, but in my dreams has very often also led to a backstage green room sort of place, and a backstage area that has frequently been at (or like) Disneyland's Frontierland backstage area). I explain being startled, and falling over, and that I am completely unharmed, and then start trying to get back to the Club because I want to see the end of the night Hooplah! Because I have been with Bobby, nobody seems to mind my using the elevator from the backstage part, bu the problem is, it seems to be kind of broken, and refuses to move part of the time, and moves to the wrong floor at other times, and so it is wasting a lot of my time.

It finally reaches the main floor of the Club, but as the doors open and I am about to get out to try and see the show, the actors start to file in. The Hooplah! just ended, and they are heading to the green room. Since nobody is usually on the elevator at this point in the evening, they just start pouring in, and I don't have a chance to get off. One of the performers is Anne, and with all of our issues in the past, we are intensely ignoring each other for a bit. The person that I thought was Andy steps in, and it turns out to be somebody close to Andy's size and coloring, but with a different face, and I remember that Andy just died, and relax as I realize why things seemed so strange earlier.

The doors open, and some of the others exit into the green room, and I am about to continue on to the Frontierland area, but Anne stops me, and asks if there is any chance I can put together a compilation tape of stuff Andy did at the Club from all my video footage. I tell her the bad news is that I no longer have the equipment to make duplicate tapes and things, but the good news is that I have them all on DVD now, and can put together a DVD or two of his stuff. We part having put all past issues behind us, which is kind of nice.

11-04-2013 -- [Three dreams in a row that all sort of tie together, and are kind of short, so I am listing them all as one.] Takes place around year six or so, or possibly might involve some time travel. Some of the evil Blacks (I think Cissy and Bellatrix, and perhaps Sirius' parents) have kidnapped some of the children of other magical families, and have hidden them in a couple of houses protected by a Fidelis-like charm that only allows entry based on blood relations. The spell causes the appearance of a large knocker on the door that kind of looks like a giant eye. It turns silver if you have a slight blood connection, and might be able to force your way through, or gold if you have a strong connection and easy access. If it turns neither, you aren't going to make it in!

I am trying to rescue the kids, and the first house I manage to find, the eye doesn't change, and I have no chance of getting in. But the second house, it turns silver, and the slight connection between the Potters and the Blacks allows me to force my way in through the outermost wards. I find myself inside a fenced yard, where I can see a pool, a house, and a couple of trees. For some reason, instead of having a wand and using magic, I seem to be wielding a long bow and arrows. I feel like I should know the weapon and be able to use it well, but when I try to take the one test shot I feel I can get away with before people notice I am here, it turns out I seem to be clueless. Though my shot is on target for the tree I aimed at, there is no power behind it, and it just kind of bounces off. This is not good.

I take another shot at the tree, but as I feared, I am spotted, and somebody comes running out. I take a shot at them, and they fall into the pool, an arrow sticking out of them. I am told I have to shoot the people in the house, but it is quite far away. I concentrate really hard, and it is like my vision goes telephoto, because now I can see right in a window of the house. It seems to be a bedroom, and I see a gorgeous figure just climbing out of bed in some skimpy lingerie. I think it is Narcissa. I take the shot, and manage to hit her, but she simply scrambles out of the bed and goes running off for weapons. I climb in through the window I shot out, and wander around looking for the kidnapped kids, and shooting any of the evil adults I spot. The problem is, the adults ignore me, and just keep wandering around with my arrows sticking out of them, and the kids don't seem to be worried about having been kidnapped at all.

I come across Veronica (a friend from Tarpon Springs), who is one of the kidnapped kids, and find I have accidentally shot her right through the neck, though she says it is no biggie, and not to worry about it. I head back outside to speak to the rest of my team about what I have found, and even the first person I shot is just swimming laps in the swimming pool. Talk about being ineffective!

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[Woke, then fell asleep again.] Half in a bedroom, and half in a street. The kids of the Death Eaters who did the kidnapping want to be involved, too. It is the usual crowd, Draco, Pansy, Crabb, Goyle. Seems they have made some polyjuice potion to turn themselves into their parents. The problem is, they are still young enough that they don't have enough mass to stretch far enough to make the full transition. So they have their parents' looks and features, but are only about 3/4 size.

An Oriental-looking Death Eater comes along to find his son looking like a Mini-Me, and asks what's up. The son doesn't want to tell him, so just answers with the typical "nothing," and since his father doesn't believe him, he casts a powerful spell to cause ghostly images to replay the last bit of activity in the area so he can see what they were up to. By this point we are in the middle of the street, and while the ghostly images are wandering around, cars are just calmly driving around him. There must be a powerful notice-me-not charm that allows people to see there is somebody or something they have to drive around, without letting them notice how unusual the situation is, and I think it is a really cool spell!

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[Woke and fell asleep another time.] I am wandering the alley behind the Hickory house, trying to think of a good way of protecting kids from the Death Eaters. For some reason, there are a lot of handicapped kids in the alley at the moment, and the Death Eaters have been concentrating on them, so I am concentrating on them as well. I come across one who has a strangely twisted mouth, like a cross between a cleft lip and really bad plastic surgery that makes for absurdly puffy lips. There is a young woman who is selling little bell earrings, off a cart because it is the only thing she can do to try and raise some money. She can only speak Japanese, so I cast a translation spell so I can speak to her.

I manage to heal her mouth, and she is very grateful. I try to rearrange the bell earrings on her cart by size and tone, so they are easily set up to try and play a tune on them, hoping that will attract more customers. Soon there are several other handicapped people near the cart, most of them Chinese, including a pair of Siamese twins. I now speak Japanese, but not Chinese. The group of Chinese speak Chinese and perhaps French. The Japanese girl speaks Japanese and French, and we are about to do a complex job of her translating for me and the Chinese in the languages none of them are especially strong in, before I kind of go D'oh! and just cast the translation spell again.

I tell the group of them that I have strong powers, and may be able to heal them, pointing out how I already healed the Japanese girl, but I cannot guarantee I can heal them, and they don't want to chance it, don't trust me, and try to go running off. I am ticked off, and chase after them, eventually casting some sort of pimple curse at one of them, trying to get them to turn around and come back, so I can try to heal them, but they are still afraid of what the Death Eaters might do to them, not realizing that if I can remove their handicaps, the DEs might not be able to identify them anymore.

11-04-2013 -- Earliest bit I can remember seems to involve playing some kind of live action computer game, perhaps on a sort of college campus somewhere ... but that is all I can remember. Eventually I find myself at a sort of supermarket or something, doing some shopping. I seem to have a coupon for a free package of premium hot dogs or some such. I see another person in another line with the same coupon, and they honor it, but when they ring me up, and I hand them the coupon, they tell me it is too late, and maybe I should come back tomorrow and try to use it. So I come back the next day and get in line with my shopping again, but the coupon doesn't want to ring up, and when I try to get out of the line to talk to a manager, I find myself trapped in an odd sort of turnstile, which I have to break to manage to get out.

When I speak to the manager, he tells me they have decided not to honor the coupon, so they are going to be charging me for the premium hot dogs. Oh, and by the way, they are also going to charge me for the turnstile I broke. They ask me to step aside and wait, and then they call the cops, who are going to arrest me ... how dare I try to purchase premium hot dogs with food stamps! I am getting rather mad at this point, and point out that with the coupon they would have been free, and even without, the price is the same as several other brands, just better quality. I also point out that they accepted the same coupon from somebody else five minutes before I presented one, and say I am going to sue them for discrimination. I'm really getting ticked.

It turns out I work for an orphanage, and am helping to buy food to feed all the kids, and as the cops are trying to arrest me, and checking into the whole case, they start to interview some of the kids to find out how and what they have been eating. They discover the kids have been eating well-balanced meals, and the orphanage has either 20 days worth of food stored up, or maybe 200 days (whichever, in the dream it seems a very reasonable amount). Somehow (no idea how), this leads to me visiting the kindergarten building at Walt Disney Elementary, late at night. Then I suddenly find myself at Peter Marshall's kindergarten area, meeting Ms. Yamamoto and talking about Ms. Onstott, all only possible because of a very late class.

Giles and the Scoobie gang are around as I run into Steve K at a bus stop. He's just left college to go start a job in Iowa, and he doesn't seem to be happy. I say it must either be his dream job (he shakes his head no) or a death in the family, and he is being forced to take whatever he can get (sad nod.) I understand. Steve goes to drink from a water fountain, and I reach for another one, turn it on, but plug the end, to increase the water pressure for him. Water suddenly starts to spray from my hand. At first I think it is too much pressure in the fountain, but as I move away from it I find the water is spraying out of my hand, itself.

The scene is changing to the dream cave system from many past dreams that seems to be a cross between Tom Sawyer's Island, hints of the Brookhurst Moon Park, and Mammoth Cave, with hidden passages, and collapsing passages that may be too dangerous to explore. Meanwhile I am still trying to figure out why I have water coming out of my hand. A very angry Penn Gillette shows up, stomping around and explaining it is our anger that causes water to shoot out of our arms, spraying his own high-pressure stream about, and pointing out to me a slight stairway into a small crevice that is supposed to turn it off. Problem is, I climb down into the crevice, but I am still spraying water out of my arms. So I decide to turn a negative into a positive, and am trying to figure out how to use the water to put out a fire, generate steam, and convert it into energy to sell for a large profit, all while directing my water spray to soak the Scoobies (who are still wandering around) and Mister T, who seems to be driving a taxi. Funny.

10-22-2013 -- In a strange, live version of Runescape with a bunch of other people, there is a sort of group or mob of enemies to fight, including some dragons, some weird lava monsters, and a bunch of other big, powerful enemies, and a group of about 20 of us are getting ready to take them on. We start fighting against them, but the battle isn't going too well for me at first. I am trying to fire magic at them, but at first I am too far away. Eventually I make it close enough, and am close enough to manage some decent shooting at them, but soon I find I am running out of magic and energy, and my shots are doing no good.

The others with me continue firing, and for a while are doing well, and managing to damage the enemies, but soon they are also running out of magic and energy, and are starting to die to the opposing forces. Soon we're standing around discussing how we probably all want to get another 5 to 10 combat levels before we bother trying again!

Somehow things then shift to the House of Imports, where I seem to be working a shift, even though it is modern times (I worked there more than 20 years ago). My shift should have ended after 10 hours, but I realize I have been working more than 14 hours, and am probably going to be yelled at, so I better get my butt in gear and get clocked out. The dealership is quite busy, with a bunch of people looking through the showroom, and crowding the short stairway down to the lower level where the time clock is, so I rise a few feet into the air, so that I am just above everybody's heads, and fly down to the time clock to clock out. Nobody seems to notice or care, and it doesn't seem like a big deal to me that I can fly, either.

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10-17-2013 -- [Unfortunately couldn't remember much even when I dreamed it, then waited four days before entering it in, and now even more is missing. Oh well.] Somehow I am wandering around at a school or a store, slight hints of department stores at malls or perhaps Marshall. Wherever it is, I find myself wandering into a bathroom, and am trying to find a clean, stocked stall to use. Could even be in a locker room at a pool. Soon I find that I have just boarded a bus, and am trying to pay my fare. Unfortunately, I have dropped my change everywhere, and have to bend down and scrabble for my coins.

Eventually I find myself in Disneyland, walking from the hub down Main Street, heading for town square, same area I have been walking through in a lot of dreams, recently. I pass Sharon H. and am heading for the corner shop next to the magic shop which had collectible plates and figurines and things in the last dream here (yesterday with a lot of AC stuff in the dream) and for some reason my pants are too large and keep trying to fall down around my ankles.

I reach the store, and am just kind of standing around, talking with Dale. Nothing too big or exciting, just chatting. But as we are watching, one of the people working in the shop seems to be putting together balloon decorations and placing them around the store. Thing is, she is using some unusual balloons, rounds, odd shapes, very strong colors, and occasionally other things. One sculpture that almost seems to be a Star Wars creation is topped by what seems to be a small white garbage can, but it fits perfectly and looks just like whatever it is supposed to be. There are other figures that look like they are made of gold balloons, but unlike most gold balloons, these are so strongly colored that they almost give the impression of being solid gold, though they aren't.

Another creation is actually a very impressive model of Aladdin's Genie, but this one is obviously made out of blue balloons. They are wandering around the interior and exterior of the store, putting these things up in various places as displays, and decoration, and they look very good and Dale and I are both quite impressed with them.

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10-16-2013 -- I am running around Rosemary's place, and oddly enough I find that I can get my voice back as long as I am speaking in a slightly deeper voice. I find I can sing as well, as long as I deepen my voice from my previous tenor to a nice, strong baritone. I end up running around the place able to finally talk and sing and make myself be heard, but it does make my throat slightly sore, and I find I am a little worried about it. Soon, following the suggestions of others, I decide to go visit the doctors.

I soon find myself at a cross between the Doctor's office that Terry and Grace used to run, and a dream clinic that I have frequently visited, wandering into areas that guests aren't allowed in, but that I had been invited into by Terry, Grace, and Kathy in the past. The problem is, they no longer work here, and the doctors that do are a little unhappy about me wandering around ... though not enough to actually say anything.

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10-16-2013 -- Out on a long cross country road trip with Chris Vopat, where I am riding in the back of his pickup truck. This is bad enough for the long trip and the distance we're traveling, but it becomes even worse as a volcano a few miles away erupts and starts shooting lava down its sides and hot ash into the air, which is quick to ruin the air quality even where we are, a few miles away.

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10-16-2013 -- At an Adventurers Club reunion type of thing, but it is not being held at the Club, which has long been shut down. I run into a couple of performers who seem to be doing some bits, but I have missed most of it, and have no clue what is going on. Then I run into BC, and she has been here for almost the whole thing, and mentions that Anne has been doing stuff from her odd version of the Vagina Monologues (see past dream here), which it seems she has now made a regular part of things whenever she is doing AC reunion stuff, which doesn't make any sense to me.

We sit and discuss this, but more and more as we talk, I find myself thinking of taking a trip to California and visiting with Dale. Somehow he is here for a visit, or perhaps only just left, and I am really in the mood for a visit to California since I haven't left the state in something like a decade. I am not sure how, but I know somehow I can get there. But I have no money for tickets to the park. I am trying to think of ways I can sneak in (possibly involving friends on the monorail), but then I remember that Keith works there, and he can probably sign me in a couple of times, which should solve that problem.

Somehow thinking about that brings it about, and I suddenly find that I am in Disneyland's Frontierland area, walking back toward New Orleans Square and Critter Country. As I walk along, I see a couple of Adventurers Club performers, either on their own, or perhaps working streetmosphere, and I am thinking it might be fun to go watch them sometime. Meanwhile, I find myself walking into a western-themed restaurant that, for some odd reason, serves egg drop soup from large bowls.

Turns out Dale has been debating trying the soup for ages, but he is never brave enough to do so, and I am kind of pushing and encouraging him to give it a try, but he really isn't sure he is willing to do so. I give up, and am about to wander off and go walking through the park, when a large group walks in. They are mostly women, just a couple of men, and though I can't identify specific people, it seems to be a group from Pine Castle. They are playing a strange game to choose a person, something of the nature of Rock, Paper, Scissors, but completely different. They have wandered in and surrounded me at the exact right time for me to win, and since I won, I am expected to provide small presents for everybody, but I have no money, no gifts, and they are all kind of disgusted with me. Doesn't seem fair, since I never asked to be a part of their game.

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10-13-2013 -- I am somewhere that is halfway in the midwest somewhere, and halfway in England. I'm walking down the street on foot while a friend is on a skateboard, or perhaps a bike. In the street is a police car, and a cop is just stepping out of it and is keeping an eye on us, but he isn't actually doing anything, so we just try and ignore him. I head down a street that seems to be a cross between a hill in Omaha, and Dale in Buena Park. I reach about the point where Athenian Burgers was, and find Carl and Mary Baumer there. They seem to be thinking about treating me to a meal.

Instead I find myself walking down La Palma (or perhaps Orangethrope, or some random street in Omaha) discussing job possibilities. I am kind of down and depressed, and Carl (who is slowly turning into dad) is trying to cheer me up. He asks the guy who has given me a place to stay (should be Joe Lane, but is strangely looking like Marv Goodwin) what he thinks, and Marv says that I am probably going to fail at everything, but yeah, I ought to try, anyway. Dad is about ready to kill him, but Marv just drives away on his fork lift. So we walk on down to the corner, and I seem to be on the southwest corner, at Magnolia and either La Palma or Orangethorpe, but as always for Buena Park, my compass is off.

Anyway, dad leads me to what seems to be a cross between a truck yard, a warehouse, and an office building (feels a lot like the TAMS property), where he does their tires, and has contacts, and is sure he can get me a job. But they turn us down. He's a little upset, and we cross the street to a corner shop that is a cross between a restaurant and a liquor store, where dad sits down at a picnic table out of the way on the side of the building to have a cigarette. He's out of breath because of the smoking, and I'm out of breath because of my weight, and there are some toughs who are being slightly threatening, but don't really care enough to be serious about it. I'm not sure but it is possible that Paul and Irene Broden come by after that and buy me dinner at the Chinese restaurant.

10-14-2013 -- I am at what starts out as the Hickory house, but soon turns into a cross between the Hickory house and the place on Chipola. I'm heading out to drive somewhere for work, either a mystery shop or perhaps a security shift, but my car isn't in the driveway, and I am not really sure why. I'm worried it has been stolen again, but it turns out someone or something pushed it aside. It is sitting in the neighbor's yard, somewhat damaged, with a wheel missing. Seems there is no way I can head off to work now. I'm a bit depressed, and am kind of whining "Why me?", tired of all the problems with my car. Somebody (perhaps mom) tells me to quit whining, and says Don Dunn is working on the car for me. Huh? I saw it just sitting there in the neighbor's yard ... how does Don Dunn have it? Perhaps he has a different junk car of mine.

Anyway, I can't go to work, so I decide to go inside and get some sleep. I head in, and the house turns to a cross between the Hickory house and the Chipola house. I stroll into what would be mom's room at Hickory, but is mine at Chipola, and go to sleep. It's the middle of the night when I hear a noise and wake up. There are a bunch of bad guys coming for me, and the first time through I find that I am quite scared. I am walking through the hallways in the house in the dark, hiding from them, and trying to keep away from them. But oddly, it is almost like I fall back asleep and wake up again. There are still bad guys in the house, but this time I am angry, rather than scared, and I am stalking them.

All the lights are off, and they are stumbling around in the dark, but I know the house a lot better, and am able to be stealthy. I manage to take them out one by one. Accidentally break one guy's neck, but they are attacking me at home and I don't feel very bad about it. Soon we are dodging around the two doors in Keith's room, and I have managed to grab most of them and throw them out the front door, but I'm pretty sure they'll be back. Soon I start walking through the whole house, turning out the lights they turned on, so if they do come back I'll have an easier time finding them, by looking for the lights they turn on again.

Then I find out the light is on in Melody's room, though they never got that far, and I start to get a little worried. I open the door and find Melody sleeping in her bed. I didn't realize she was home, and she didn't hear anything, just slept right through it, though she is starting to wake, now. Meanwhile, all the thugs are coming back, and are trying to lure me outside. We're in the living room, and I am about to give them a good thrashing, when the leader pulls a gun on me!

Melody takes him out from behind with an amazing roundhouse kick that he never saw coming, and says nobody is allowed to pick on her little brother! The bad guys all go running out of the house (I guess two of us are just too much to bother with.) Soon Melody and I are standing in the living room while she works at cleaning out the fish tank. I say I thought that was 20 years ago, when I still had my fish, and that after the last one died, nobody would be bothering with the tank anymore. She explains that she took it over, and for years has been keeping strange lime green alien fish in it.

10-14-2013 -- At the Church of the Nazarene in Buena Park, standing in the Narthex, waiting for some lady who has gone somewhere, while I am somehow kind of teaching a little kid to sing some kind of song. Soon the lady I am waiting for is back, but she is hidden away in a back office somewhere, and none of us realize she has gotten back until some young lady tells us, and we start walking back to the office.

Suddenly I am driving on the road, somewhere in the middle of the country, Omaha or Indiana or somewhere, not really sure. I am looking for a Tastee Freeze, am determined to stop at one, but I just missed one at a mall that I had driven past. I am complaining to myself about how long it might take to find another one, just to discover that there is one just ahead, hidden behind another building right on the right there. I start to turn (slightly late, the next building over) and am trying to turn around, but I find myself triggering a speaker in a sort of drive thru that feels more like a Sonic drive up, and since that is not where I want to be, I drive off quickly and move on to the Tastee Freeze.

The problem is, even though I was at the next building over, it was Tastee Freeze's speaker, and so I had to explain why I triggered the speaker and just drove off instead of ordering, and they are a little upset with me. I am just confused, since I didn't know it was them. I am trying to explain, except I suddenly find myself at a balloon convention, talking with Andrew MacDonald, who is kind of laughing at Don Caldwell, who is trying to make a bird balloon that I taught Andrew the last time I saw him, and just can't seem to remember how to do it, and keeps popping balloons. Andrew wants me to show him how it is done, and I feel embarrassed and foolish, since it is Don's DVD that taught it to me in the first place.

Thankfully, there is another switch, and Andrew and I are standing in a sort of warehouse/manufacturing site. There are some twisted and mangled steel or iron bars all over the floor, and I am trying to stack them with straight, whole bars on the warehouse racks, but being all messed up, they keep falling. (Well duh!) There are a bunch of werewolves in the warehouse, and they are stalking around us, kind of frightening, and one of the people in charge comes walking up. The shift just ended, the werewolves are getting dangerous, and I just want to get out of there, so I am trying to walk toward the exit, but unfortunately the supervisor comes up.

He's a bit of a punk, perhaps a thug, and a really nasty piece of work. He says he doesn't like Andrew because he is too meek and quiet. He says he doesn't like me either, thinks I am lazy, and he is going to fire me soon. I just ignore him, and continue walking across the warehouse. I run into a higher level manager, a lady who seems more friendly. She still isn't perfect though. She says Andrew just got on a bus or something, but in doing so, he said something that really, really upset some absolutely crazy woman. The punk supervisor says 'so what?' since the woman is a total nut job, but the higher level supervisor orders him to fix the situation, which is when I woke up.

10-21-2013 -- Walking down Hickory between my house and Dave's. It feels late at night and dark, and there is a strong feeling of something going on, and I probably don't belong here. As I am walking by Dave's house, Don comes out long enough to warn me I shouldn't be on the street, but he isn't going to try and stop me.

Somehow I am looking for these odd sort of, well, sensors for lack of any better word. There are one or two per house, some in the ground in the flower beds, others in the middle of the shrubbery. One is actually in the engine of a car that has the hood open and is being worked on. They are roughly square, perhaps six inches long per side, perhaps about two inches thick, black, around a blue circle that is nearly large enough to touch the edges.

As I get near enough to register them (and they to register me) there is a flash of blue light, and their power is somehow released to me. No idea what the power is or what it does, however. I continue down the street, and somewhere between Jenny's house and the one next to it (the fenced yard ... oddly, I think George Takei lives there) I feel like I am missing one of them. Can't find it, can't sense it, but how close the others have been to one another, I'm sure there should be another one, so I am looking for it pretty steadily.

Eventually I move on, reaching the last two houses on the street. The one where the little kids used to live is no problem, but the corner house has a feel of unfriendly people, the ones who always come out to yell at us if we mess around on their property. Sure enough, when I start poking around the bushes surrounding the house, the owner comes out to scream at me. Oddly, when I explain what I am doing, he calms right down, accepts what I tell him, and seems to have no more problem with me.

I wander around the corner, past the alley, and am soon checking the side yard of the house that has the big dogs, then return to George's house to continue looking for that missing sensor, and soon am at the end of the block again. I am actually standing in the edge of the street, but almost across the street at the church. By this point it is daytime, and there are some kids playing ball in the street, right about at the corner of Hickory and Holly. But strangely, they aren't playing with a ball, but are throwing around what looks like a two liter of soda, quite possibly orange Fanta.

Meanwhile, I find I am standing with and receiving instructions from, an attractive woman who is a sort of mentor to me, and probably a goddess. She is helping me figure out what I am doing in regards to these sensors and their powers. But while we are standing there, some of the kids' bottles of soda come rolling up to us. I pick one up and throw it back to them like a football, and manage perfect throws, as does the goddess, when I gesture for her to throw back another one. Meanwhile a third has bounced off my leg and is rolling away toward Dale, until I wave my hand at it, and it floats into the air and starts back toward me. I wave toward the playing kids, and it flies off in their direction as I find myself with a new dream power.

10-22-2013 -- I find myself somehow back at Rosemary's. I am living here again, but the house, itself, is more one that I remember from other dreams belonging to BAM. I have been feeling slightly under the weather, and walking down the hall with Rosemary she is pressuring me to use some really old medicines that a doctor once prescribed to me. We're walking down the hall, and she is really going on about it, and finally I blow up at her, making it quite clear that I can take care of myself, and her feelings are hurt, but I have had enough of being pushed around.

I decide to go take a bath, so head off to the bathroom that I am supposed to use, which is a sort of addition that was built on north of the kitchen on the east side of the house, but when I get there I find a chair sitting in the bath tub with a couple of odd flat power chainsaws that are somehow used to press flat against the walls and cut holes right in the corner of the ceiling. I ask about what is going on, and when they say it is going to be that way for a while, I say I guess I will have to use the other bathroom. Rather than disagree, they say at least now there is another bathroom to use.

The other bathroom is in the hall on the west side of the house, in a row of double rooms. In past dreams it has been in the middle of the hall, on the left side, surrounded by bedrooms across the hall on the right side, and more bedrooms on its own side on either side of it. But as I am approaching it, the bathroom moves, and is now the last room in the hall on the right side. I walk in, and start looking through the medicine cabinet, looking for any tiny dose aspirin I might have left behind, and find a bottle with three or four kinds of pills in it, including yellow and black capsules that are starting to dissolve, some white tablets that look like my metoprolol, and yes, some baby aspirin, but I decide they all look too far gone to bother with.

As I keep looking through the medicine cabinet the bathroom has turned into a bedroom, and I am still going through things that have been left behind by the last person to have rented the room. Thing is, I start to recognize some of the stuff, and am hearing an interview of sorts with the person. It is turning out that Tammy Sytch (a wrestling personality) last rented the room. In the dream, she tried a career as a singer, but it kind of fell through, and as an actress, and it fell through ... she may have even spent some time as a clown, which is why she was renting a room from Rosemary in the first place, and why she had to eventually leave in the second. But meanwhile she spent some time as a friend to Lexie, and left behind a lingerie photo of herself that I am glancing at.

Eventually, things shift again, and I am in Buena Park, around about Magnolia and La Palma. There is a parade going on, and for some reason I am in a shopping cart being pushed by Mark Byrne. We're trying to get back to Rosemary's house, which is down somewhere near Fullerton College, or perhaps even further beyond. Since La Palma is blocked off by the parade, we first take a detour by moving over to Crescent and going down to Gilbert, but when we take Gilbert back to La Palma, the parade is still there and in the way. So we have to wait for gaps in the parade, and then continue on, Mark pushing the shopping cart and waiting for cops giving instructions, and huge Mears buses pulling in and out. It's a really strange situation to be in.

By this time we have traveled far enough that we are between Brookhurst and Euclid, and I am wondering just how far away Mark parked, and hoping we are not going to have to take the shopping cart all the way home ... but it looks like we are. The problem is, I occasionally slip off a little bit, my feet hit the pavement, and then I kind of push the cart a bit to the side, and Mark doesn't like this, and starts berating me about it. So I hop off the cart entirely, and decide to walk on my own, which means I am going to be slower, and have to stop to rest once in a while, since I am not in the best of shape, and it has Mark and I on worse and worse terms with each other.

Somehow things kind of shift again, and we have just made it through downtown Fullerton and to Rosemary's place once more, where we have headed inside, and while people are trying to talk to Mark, he is determined to get a dinner ready with lots of onions, and beer as the drink, and is determined that he and I are going to sit down and have a meal together. He says he doesn't feel like talking right now, and after what we've just been through, nobody would want anything except to sit down with an ice-cold beer. But I don't do beer, I don't do onions, and I am tired of being pushed around, so I am about to stalk off and find a meal of my own at a restaurant ... one that I can enjoy.