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I was watching on as two people were resting in a hollow in the ground out in the wilderness. Suddenly they were surrounded by soldiers, pointing rifles at them. The soldiers, upon finding out who they were, put down their rifles and said they were there to rescue them. The woman claimed that her arms were paralysed. I took her to a nearby park bench where we all sat and played cards. I suspected that her arms were fine, so I started to torment her by putting things near her hands etc. Eventually she got mad and just grabbed things, and then everybody saw that her arms were fine. We all laughed about it (including her).

I climbed aboard an old steam train, for a tour. I went ahead of the tour, since I knew my way around already. I made it into a race of some sort, where I went from carriage to carriage looking following where I knew the tour would go, being careful that nobody from the tour could ever be quick enough to see me. I now thought of the train as a retired submarine which had been put inland as a tourist attraction. I hopped off, and started running alongside it (it was very long). Since I wanted to run fast, I went on all fours. Realised it was a dream, but was tricked into thinking that if I went fully lucid I would awake, so I gave up lucidity.

Suddenly I was in the back yard of my parents' house, which was actually the art house from my previous dream. Nikolas was with me, and Gordon the dog was there too, by the back fence. Suddenly, Gordon started to vomit profusely, and I quickly took Nikolas inside away from him. We went in by the laundry door, and up the steps.

Driving up Kingscote Cres with parents, turned into house over the road from no. 23. We were going there for dinner. Lady walked out to meet us, somehow walking with her feet upside-down. She climbed on the bonnet of the car where she knelt and did some welcoming ceremony. We went inside. Toured house, which was multi-level, with lots of turning half-staircases. Very modern. Lady told me to keep the children out of her art room, and I understood it was because of what they might see, not for fear of them damaging anything. Some very strange and grotesque art, like that of Richard Upton Pickman.

Walking in back yard, see a native bee. Stoop to have a closer look, and see several of my own bees as well. Look up to see my bees everywhere, working on collecting nectar and pollen. Each bee is fully laden, and even looking in the distance I can see the pollen on the bees' legs. As I remark about this to dad and others standing by, a strong wind comes up, blowing pollen in from every direction. We have to go inside, bu I keep an ey on the beehive. Bees are still bringing their loads in even in the strong wind. Suddenly, I'm aware of individual bees at the door of the hive. They morph into actors, and I follow their actions further into the "hive." One of the actor-bees (played by Angel Coulby) had done something wrong, and was being brutally persecuted by another of the bees.

Walking to church. We had been to the adventure playground with the boys, and then home to get soothing. Now we are back on our way to church. Cross a road, and descend a frosty slope, pulling boys in a pulk. Notice that I am sliding, become lucid, continue sliding, across level ground and up hill. Woken up by noise.

Driving home to new house, somewhere on a steep hill. Talking on the phone to Anin while wife is driving, looking at mountains in the distance. Arrive at driveway, which is mostly dirt, and very steep and long. Drive most way up, but car won't make it. Roll back down. Tell wife to try again; don't want to climb it in the rain on foot. Same again, make it most way and then start rolling back. Quickly apply brakes, very hard. Brakes won't hold, even when I move into driver's seat and stand on brake with all my weight, while reefing on the handbrake. Roll back to base of driveway.

Kingscote. Waiting for boys to get into car. One of them lets off the handbrake. Car rolls toward road, and knocks letterbox out of ground. I push the car back up the driveway, and look for a chock, since the handbrake now won't hold the car.

At Covenant College again, this time it's daytime. For some reason I am chewing on the lunch bell, and spitting out the pieces.

Night time. Driving past Covenant College with David K. Remark about waste of money on "security" lighting, and how sensor lights would be far more effective, and economical. Drive to library and get out to look around. Kill some vampires and quickly get back into the car. Lock doors and drive away. Dodging pillars down driveway, leading to food court in shopping centre, possibly science and technology museum.