non-lucid

Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps.,

Dream 1(fragment):

There was something going on IRC and Xei had +h and i was trying to figure stuff out.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was watching random video where someone was playing a game and was complaining about how counter-strike series went all wrong way after version 1.5, where "towards damage" mechanic was added.

Dream 3:

I am at home, looking out of window, i notice something flying in the sky very far. Then i notice that something is a dragon, i do RC and it fails, i continue looking. Dragon is flying above houses on the other side of the street now, he's fairly large and yellow. I feel that i am dreaming and decide to call dragon. He continues flying like he did but then after a while changes direction towards my home and quickly gets closer. Eventually he just gets into the room crashing through the wall and ceiling and lands behind in the room. I feel nice that i finally get do see another dragon in lucid, but then in a second dream just destabilizes and fades before i can ask or do anything...

Dream 1(fragments):

I was in some forest place and was going somewhere.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was playing some game with caps lock'd name for which to work developer had to connect using phone and players had to connect using IRC. Then in game i was exploring some lava lake with semi-ruined roads built above it. I was searching for some items and then used wall around level to reach some secret area.

Dream 3:

I was playing some video game that was a mix of games. It was also coop and we have entered a complex of various buildings, we have started exploring it and found some secret weapons, there was also an area going through which was turning game into a shmup and we had to fight off waves of enemies.
Then back at complex we have found some very dark areas with some kind of aura, we used some lighting sources to find way and collect some books, then after done with that i've opened wireframe 3D map of the complex and noticed spiral knights-like elevators in a few places. One of them was leading to a 'Secret Mortal Kombat Area' and was locked.
We continued to the eastern part of the complex and suddenly game turned to be like serious sam 3, we were in a place surrounded by ruins and with a house in the middle. Lots of enemies started appearing and there were score multiplier items that could be also destroyed by enemies. Soon house exploded and massive cyberdemon-like enemy appeared which we ha to fight as well. We defeated it and a helicopter arrived, which was the end of the mission. I was still curious about elevator secret place and continued exploring. I 've found an underwater passage which lead to some kind of shipyard where i had to dodge huge moving blocks.

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00:00 Saturday 2013-11-16

01:06 bit less than half of a 3mg tab of melatonin

01:24 bedtime (wife very noisy, tossing, turning, sighing, well past 02:00)

Could feel the melatonin kick in, adding a gentle push / deeper sense of wanting to sleep. Pleased with the experience will probably use again. Didn't get me immediately to sleep though because of wife noise.

07:09 earlier awakenings with recall but no will to record didn't want to bother wife.

1) in a house, my hosue, we're selling it, we're showing it, a black couple is looking at it, there is a price on a sign saying about $5,000,000. I wonder if they'll pay that much for this house. They don't say it's junky but they're not impressed, I say "it has lots of personality, the former owner changed a lot and didn't maybe didn't paint it outside for a long time but the construction was all excellent and pure quality construction. I look at the exterior walls and see some need paint badly. We're in a sort of barn-like covered but exposed to the outside area. I showed where a place had been cut with a saw line and had never been corrected (as an example of funky coolness), the lookers smile, there was alittle room outside, walked outside to garden. THey asked about the separate room, we had a separate room up on the street, I said it was fully zoned and permitted as an official extra room, it has its own hot water heater so you can take long hot showers (imagine being in a hot shower). It's up a long stairway up to the street. We're going up and there's an old woman they bump into her and say excuse me (current resident of room?)

In a room with wife going to bed, very large room with columns, she's going to bed I'm turning off lights, I'm at light switches on the other side of this large room I can't see the bed well from where I'm standing I'm flicking switches but they're not all turning off properly wife says no they're still on "it's getting too bright", she gets impatient and goes to another switch and turns them off and smirks "that's all you had to do". I say I can't see the bed from here. Go back to her at the bed. There's a dumbell on the floor, I start doing bicep curls, my arms are well-built and well-defined the biceps are bulging nicely as I do the bent-over curls. Right arm then left arm. Then S2 (current age) comes in. I say "show us your super duper biceps" dumbell is nautilus-shaped. Wife says you should take out your teeth. Son takes out fake teeth thing and it's covered with food and wife is trying to fit it into her mouth and I'm disgusted by this.

In a ChDw house, in the garden there were herbs and I wanted to have a house with a nice garden. There was a flower stand with a large fake blue bird.

In one room while walking through the house with the lookers there's a barn-like weight-room with weight sets made from
chains.

Thinking about email address of ChDw and my usual usernames at companies

2) weird exposition: Russian gala presentation like a giant float, 100 yards long and 40-50 yards wide and 40 yards tall, made up of many sections, each section very long but narrow and not very wide like a french fry. These sections are stacked about 5 high on top of each other. Each section has wire fence material on the sides and the floor. Huge things are popping up from the sections, colorful (animals?). There were children inside these sections, there were technical difficulties. Colored yellow on top? Boys in these sections talking to each other. Something is not working right. There were people coming up and handing flowers to the people inside, there was a little girl who got excited and started peeing a bit and she started crying a man comes and picks her up to comfort her.
At the beginning of the presentation there were rows of Russian girls with numbers on their backs like atheletes, I pull up these numbers over one of the girl's head.

3) at parent's house, with dad, like in the dining room, I go to give him a warm hug, he does a quick backslapping hug then gives a longer hug. Go through a door with him, like out on to the deck (but it was a room), I think a glass of wine would be nice, mother is in there (both are younger), they both start singing happy birthday, there are glasses of champagne in there, I'm happy.

07:09 MILD based off of house scene

08:42 can't get back to sleep, take 2nd (larger) half of 3mg melatonin, WBTB

10:49 voice recorder fail. don't think there were dreams? about 30-45 seconds.

12:52
4) getting my backpack, tent, orange inflatable ground pad, sleeping back from a bag / box stored in a room/closet, I'm really happy to get them, "yay!". My old baseball glove is in there. From CrLe? I put on the glove it's not my old glove, I look further and see my actual old glove. It's a bag from a sports club, there are raggedly half-chess boards nailed to the end of a platform, there are old rowboat oars. There's a strange (harp-like?) musical instrument with tons of long wire/strings, each wire has an individual tuning button and I start pressing them all to adjust all the strings, then I think I have to leave and ask someone to unpress all of these tuning buttons to return them to their original position. There's a weird version of my instrument and I realize the real version is in my parent's house so I have to go get it to give a demonstration.

Meeting with young folks to help me get my stuff but they're drug dealers so they're hurrying, they're European I say I speak Francais and Anglais (and something else) going down some steps then up to the circle, there's a car there I say let's get in car, they don't want to. The gray car starts peeling out and turning around, we have to get into the house before the car turns all the way around and the people inside can see us. We're diving for the stairs down the left side of the house on the ground, turn around as me make it to see if they see us, think we make it. There's a stoplight ahead of us. Concerned that if we stop here we'll be seen. Go through come around to other side of house think I have to get through the sliding glass door to get inside.

13:00 melatonin in the morning is probably a bad idea, I feel pretty groggy, but I was desperate to get back to sleep for more dreams later (I knew it would be several hours perhaps before REM). Didn't seeem to help much getting back to sleep even though I did feel its effects I think.

Much more time passes when I'm trying to get to sleep than what it feels like, probably 4-5x more than what it feels like. 1.5 hours feels like 20-30 minutes. It doesn't feel like I'm falling asleep and re-waking up but it's possible, as there are tiny moments of discontinuity which may be me falling asleep into non-REM sleep.

Original journal entry dated Oct. 16, 2002:

This one had me and B and S in it and then a bunch of people I don't know because I've never seen them before. We were all fixing up this old castle that was haunted and stuff, and there was this huge library in it, and it was creepy, and old, and dirty, and dusty, and dank... and then there was a store next door that was all for college stuff. And then after we were done, I moved to Antarctica and made a living fishing. I lived on an old barge! It sucked!

And then I had this dream that I was transported to an alternate reality, or the past, or something, and I was actually a ten year old boy with a red bike, and there were all of these aboriginal people, and a canyon, and then they led me to this old professor guy's lab, which looked like one of those power things from Trigun only, you know, somebody lived inside of it. Yeah. So then we found all of these notes in a sort of Call of Cthulhu-esque way, and found out that he had actually gone crazy, and then there was a landslide, and my bike got wrecked.

11-01-2013 -- Dale is just starting to arrive for a vacation ... or perhaps he is just about to leave. It's a dream ... who knows for sure. I am looking into a hotel room somewhere down around Disney, and it turns out to be the hotel from the dream The Affair and the Time Travelers Hotel, though this time it does not involve any time travel. I am looking for a cheap room, though I have no idea how I ever might pay for it. Regardless, when they quote a price that is far too high, I start considering maybe driving over to the Record Parkside Inn (a hotel in Kissimmee that I stayed at for a few days back in June or July) and trying to get a room there.

Somehow I am rolling around in the hotel lobby in an odd cross between a wheelchair and a rocking chair that I just found sitting in the lobby, though it is slightly messed up, and it can only go backward, not forward, which means I am rolling the thing around without being able to see very well just where I am going. I move out into the parking lot, looking for my car. I can't remember if I was driving the Jimmy (my car) or the Lexus (Joe L's car), but whichever one I was in, neither one is anywhere in the parking lot, which means I have had another freaking car stolen! [Never in real life, but all the time in my dreams.]

The problem is, I couldn't lock the doors, but I had my notebook computer and a musical keyboard in the front seat, and even worse than losing the car (since they always seem to be returned eventually, always in a little worse shape than when they were stolen) is losing my computer. I go back into the lobby long enough to try and drop off the wheel/rocking chair, but the problem is as I try to get out of it, the thing falls to pieces. One of the maids is kind of grumbling about it, but waves me off.

I head back out to the parking lot to look around a little more and make sure somebody didn't just move it to the side or something, and as I am looking around, I am approached by a very tall blonde woman (at least 6'6", maybe closer to 7') who greets me by name and seems to know me, though I don't recognize her, and she seems to be somebody I would remember. She says I helped her by giving her a tour a couple of years ago or something. (Since the hotel was in a time travel dream, who knows, maybe it is a couple of years from now.) Anyway, she asks me how I am doing, and I start ranting and raving about how people are always stealing my car.

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11-01-2013 -- I am in the front bathroom in the Hickory house, and am filling the sink with water. I add some soap, then start throwing some clothes in, and it seems I am trying to use the sink for clothes washing or something, but it is too small, and it is just about to overflow. So I start grabbing wet clothes from the sink, and start throwing them into the tub (which is also filled) instead. Problem is, the water is still running, and the sink is about to overflow, and I can't get it to drain, either. Especially since the drain seems to be blocked by bits of lego and stuff. Then I discover I wasn't paying enough attention, and along with clothes I was also throwing in stuff like video tapes and books and comics and stuff, none of which is likely to be improved by being dipped in hot, soapy water. I am trying to get the stuff out, hopefully without ruining it all!

Soon I find myself standing outside the house (which almost instantly turns into a hotel) talking with my mom. She plans to enter the hotel, but we're a good distance away from the door, so I am commenting on how she is going to have to walk a good ways. She says that she and the others have learned to cheat, and as I stand there and try to figure out just what she means, she turns around and just walks right through the wall as if it wasn't there. I am already shocked, but then my mind is fully blown as a group of five or six women, probably ranging between thirty and fifty, walk up. They are all gorgeous, excellent bodies, large breast, completely nude ... and they must be the 'others' my mom was referring to, because they walk right through the wall without a hesitation. I decide on the instant that if they can all cheat, so can I. I turn and try to walk through the wall. I can kind of do it, but obviously I have not practiced, as I get stuck halfway through, and have to kind of push myself the rest of the way. Then I go off looking for the lovely women. Short, but fun.

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11-02-2013 -- [This may have been anything between 1 and 3 dreams that I kept fading in and out of when I wasn't sleeping well. Very disjointed, and not very detailed.] Very Buffy-ish feeling, though I cannot specifically recall any characters from the show, just the sort of atmosphere. I am in a bedroom somewhere, and I feel like I am being watched. I turn my head, and it is like I can almost see something out of the corner of my eye, but when I look directly at it, all I see is a small squiggle on the wall. I reach out to touch it, and something just feels wrong, but if I close my eyes and touch the spot, there is something large there. I give it a solid tug, and something large and black (and previously invisible) somehow thuds to the ground. It seems to be a weird sort of camera, and between the not being able to see it, and the odd feeling to the whole dream, it is seeming very other worldly, very "They Live". I find myself awaking (or possibly false awaking) and breathing heavily, not sure if I am really waking up, or being somehow forced back into not being able to see the controlling stuff that is really there. VERY freaky.

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11-02-2013 -- I am at the Disneyland Hotel in the bar that used to be Sargeant Preston's, but is now just a generic bar, and mom and BC are here with me. We are involved in a court case (which seems to be being judged here in the bar) and Anne is trying to take C away from B. Mom is helping us with the case, and so we offer to buy her a drink, but she turns it down. She may want to keep a clear head, which would, admittedly, make a lot of sense. B has mentioned how Anne has multiple personality disorder [wouldn't that explain a lot?!?], and we are trying to trigger a switch to her very psychotic personality, because if the court saw that, there is no chance that they would ever award Anne custody.

Eventually we win the case, but even after it is all over with, mom won't allow us to buy her a drink. Meanwhile, we run into a reporter who is doing a report on the whole case, and is quoting a Bible verse about Paul, and saying it is called the second amendment. I tell him the Bible doesn't have amendments, and then proceed to explain how he is also taking the verse out of context and twisting its meaning, and he eventually stomps off in a huff.

Soon B takes C home, and I start wandering around the hotel, circling the main building. For some reason my pants are falling down, and I have my underwear on top of my pants instead of underneath, so it is really a problem. I am kind of hiding behind a large electrical transformer and trying to pull my pants up before I start grabbing bits of metal and wire and electrical parts, and for some reason start swallowing them. I find myself in a cross between a laundry room and a sort of mobile home park decked out with lots of picnic tables, and I soon find myself trying to bring back up all the crud that I swallowed without either becoming terribly sick or tearing up my innards, and find myself wondering why I was stupid enough to start swallowing all the stuff, anyway.

11-14-2013 -- [Can't remember all that much of this one, but what I could remember had some small parts that were kind of interesting.] First bit that I can remember was a lot of running around, chasing and being chased in what was part school, part lab, part hospital. At lest part of the time I was naked or part naked, and though I can remember nothing specific, I am almost sure some of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer characters were there. One of the dreams where there are doors in unexpected places leading to secret passages, and went on for quite a while with lots of people and running, but no details I can remember.

Soon it turns into a Disney hotel with seven floors (in real life it reminds me of the Radisson) that I have frequently dreamed about. I find I am on the third floor, and instead of moving to a room or a elevator, I walk to the side and push a button that makes a balcony appear outside of one of the rooms, and climb on to it. I planned to continue on to the rest of the balconies, but the button I pushed only created the one, and there are no more buttons. I think for a couple of minutes, then just speak to the air like I were on a Trek holodeck, and speak into being the entire row of balconies, and walk to the other end, where I move back into a hallway and am waiting for an elevator. When it opens, Endora (from Bewitched) walks out, and kind of glares at me, which makes me a little nervous.

I dodge into the elevator and push a button, trying to head up for the fourth or fifth floor, but the elevator won't go where I want to go. A couple other people get on, and I eventually manage to get off, but I exit into a sort of fancy restaurant located halfway between the second and third floors. (It is a restaurant I have dreamed of between floors at least two or three times before.) I try to make my way through it, and climb up to the third floor, but the floor plan is getting more and more complicated, and I eventually have to get help from a bus boy to find my way out of the restaurant.

As I exit the restaurant I instead find myself entering the three-wing shopping mall (that somewhat resembles the Westminster Mall) that I frequently dream about, and find the area I am entering is right next to the arcade. There are video games and flashing lights, and it is a multi-level arcade. I quickly realize that it is a cross between the five-story Disney Quest and the game center that I once invaded in a dream as Spider-Man, but this time I just walk right past it and find myself in the fourth floor of what is turning from a hotel to a cruise ship. (Though it is a cruise ship that has seven decks. That part is remaining stable.) I take the stairwell up to the fifth floor where I walk into a strangely familiar bar.

I quickly realize it used to be the Adventurers Club, and I am on the Zebra Mezzanine, but they have removed all the artifacts, lined all the walls with bars, and the main focus of the room is now two very large cages. Greg Schuerman climbed up on top of one of the cages to make a speech about the loss of the Club and his memories of it, but he can't actually remember what he is trying to say, so he climbs down, then climbs in the cage with a 'wild animal' that may just be a man in a gorilla suit as a tribute to Marcel. There are a couple of other wild animals in a sort of giant circus wheel type of gadget, and as they approach, Greg flees out the door in 'terror.' Once the door closes behind him, he grabs a small wooden crate (about 18" square by 6" deep) and starts to fold himself into it, in preparation for a magical appearance. But never mind the trick, I am just amazed he can squeeze himself into such a small space.

A fellow dressed up as Frankenstein comes slowly wandering out with a pallet jack, and he is supposed to pick up the crate, but he is acting really unintelligent, and pretending he doesn't know what he is supposed to be getting, so keeps half loading up the wrong things, while some woman sitting in a wheel chair is disgustedly telling him he is an imbecile and a stupid thing, and is trying to direct him to the right crate. I'm just standing there thinking it is an interesting, if bizarre, show.

11-15-2013 -- [Had four dreams last night, the first and the last were halfway memorable, the middle two ran together as one and I could remember almost nothing of them. Seems the more I do things that are supposed to improve dream recall (B6, apple juice) the worse my dream recall seems to become. Sheesh. Since they are so choppy and limited in detail (and since all three had feelings of the whole chased by punks sort of thing), I am putting all four in a single post.]

First one took place in two houses right next to each other. Some details of the houses kind of shifted at times. Most of the early bits are faded, so that I can only remember vague images. Wandering back and forth between houses, making food, playing Runescape. There is one guy in the second house (probably the Conrad house on Hickory) who dislikes me, hates Runescape, and insults me all the time for wasting my time and playing it. He also seems to be kind of abusive to the people who live in the house he is in. He may be the father or the brother or something, I'm not really sure. I find him picking on a young teen, a 13 or 14 year old boy, and since the boy is obviously scared of him, I push him against the wall, and give the boy a chance to get away. Problem is, this makes him decide he hates me, and he attacks me. So first I manage to catch him in a full nelson, and push him up against a wall, then I throw him to the ground.

Problem is, he keeps coming back. I can always beat him, and he can't hurt me, but he also doesn't ever seem to stop, and every time he gets back up he is somehow a little stronger. Somehow I am running through a sewer underneath the block, and there are several attractive blonde women here. Unfortunately he is carrying one of them, but is allowing her head to hang in the water, and she is drowning. I pull her out of his arms, lift her head up, and make sure she is able to breath, and I've firmly locked the guy in as a mortal enemy. He chases me into Jeff's place, as I am dodging around the family room, while visiting with and petting a couple of cats and kittens. Every time he catches me, we wrestle and I throw him down, but he just gets back up, tougher and stronger.

So I start down the block, heading toward Smith's and he follows me. One of the blondes is with him, dressed in black lingerie, and looking very nice. He is fondling her, but otherwise paying her no attention, though she is trying to distract him from me. I throw him down near a loading dock, and somehow exit across the street, then start walking quite fast up La Palma, hoping to get out of site before he gets up again. That fails, but I see a bus down the block a ways, and am hoping to reach a bus stop and catch a ride to get away. Problem is, there is no bus stop, and the driver ignores me waving for it and just drives right past. I find myself at a BankAtlantic right across the street from the Buena Park Mall, and I dodge into it and cut through, hoping to lose the guy, but instead it allows him to catch up to me. I exit the bank into a sort of terraced garden, sort of Japanese feeling, and he grabs me and we start wrestling again. By this point we are pretty evenly matched, and though I am not afraid or hurt, I am starting to get really, really frustrated!

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[This is probably two dreams of stuff I can barely remember.] I am fighting in some sort of building, perhaps a library. Part of it I am wandering around with Giles, I think, talking about how Buffy or Willow (Willow would make more sense) is a huge science fiction and fantasy fan, and discussing some of the books she has read and liked, and would like further books in the series. Meanwhile, we're being chased around the library by some people, and fighting with them in what is supposed to be a friendly way, though one of them is getting more and more angry with me. At one point, I seem to be taking what is almost paper napkins, and somehow turning them solid and throwing them across the room to nail people and pierce walls. Interesting.

Anyway, the guy who has gotten mad at me is now stalking me with guns, and he has three of them. He is determined to fight me, and probably to cause lots of trouble, but I eventually get a good look at one of his guns and realize it is a water gun. So I manage to wrench one of them out of his hands, and I start soaking him and he starts soaking me, and soon we're both laughing, and are on decent terms again. So somehow I exit what I think has turned into a boat, and find myself stepping out of the cafeteria at Dr Peter Marshall Elementary. It is night time, and I have just stepped out of a PTA meeting or Parent Teacher night or something. I glance over at the playground, then wander over to the office where I am trying to get to see the principal, but she isn't in her office. So I head out the front door, just to find her coming in the same door.

It turns out to be the woman who plays Heddy on NCIS: Los Angeles, and I am complimenting her on her school, and mentioning my history here, and also making mention of the custodian, Butch, and what a nice guy he was, and she is thanking me for my comments and being nice. [The bit about Butch almost certainly caused by reading notes on the school's Facebook page in the last day or two.] Soon I am walking up Crescent, heading toward home, but I am very tired, and am kind of drifting. Somehow, before I reach La Reina I somehow wander onto a small trail branching off at an angle and down a hill, right where no trail or hill exists in real life. I realize I am off course, and though I shouldn't possibly be more than 20 or 30 yards off Crescent, no matter how much I try, I can't find my way back. Somehow I do find myself looking at stacks of books again, though.

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The first part I can remember on this one (and there were earlier bits) I am in a sort of spy dream, chasing and being chased by enemy agents. I am in a parking lot at a hotel, and I am following a cute woman as she walks to her car. I sense something and kind of back off and fade into the shadows, and I notice an assassin in a wheelchair has a gun aimed at her, and a laser site on her, and is about to kill her, so I shoot him, and he dies, instead. She climbs into her car and drives off.

To avoid any problem with the guy I just killed, I plan to pop into the room I'd just rented in the hotel, but as I am entering, this other guy pushes in beside me. I shut the door and look at him, and he seems to look just like me, but he's kind of like my evil twin or something. Both of us have been injured, but in different places. I think he has an injury on his upper arm, while I have one on my lower arm, along with other wounds. Suddenly there is this strange sort of light show, bright light flashing on and off around us, and when it suddenly ends, we've somehow assumed each others injuries, and have to rearrange bandages. There is also a strange sort of hint that our personalities may have somewhat mixed, as well.

He talks me into letting him stay over night, and the next morning we are talking a little, while we go through some stuff, then he decides to leave, and he doesn't say anything that gives me any idea that he is coming back. To be fair though, he doesn't say he isn't, either. I am trying to get my stuff together because I am supposed to be checked out at eleven, but somehow I have stuff spread all over the place. I am trying to get dressed, and it is very cold, so I decide to wear two pairs of socks. Though I can find both of the long, thick, black socks that go on my feet first, I can only find one of the white socks that I wear on the outside. The more I look, the more clutter there is on the floor, with more stuff and more trash just seeming to appear by the moment.

By this point it is 11:05, and there is a maid at the door. I explain I am running slightly late and ask her if she can come back at 11:35, and she says she'll even give me to 11:45. I keep looking for my missing sock, and suddenly even the socks that I was wearing have disappeared, and I know I didn't take them off, and am wondering what the heck is going on. Meanwhile, I am sorting through all my comic books, which the other guy has scattered all over the place, bending a bunch of the covers in the process, and I am wondering why he had to make such a mess of things. By this point, I have managed to clear all of my stuff out of the bedroom that was mine, though there is still a bunch of trash in there. Since more and more of my clothes have disappeared off my body anyway, I decide to take a shower before continuing, and take off the rest of my clothes, but that is when the maid shows back up and lets herself in, along with the manager.

So I am trying to get dressed again, and the manager is asking about disassembled computer parts which I realize are not mine, which means they must belong to the other guy, and I am wondering how the blazes we got so much junk into the room in a single evening! The maid starts to clean the one room I had finished with, and I discover that the clothes which I took off near the bathroom somehow moved into that room as well, so I have to go in there clothes hunting. The bed in the room doesn't have box springs, and instead the mattress just kind of sits on a slope of dirt, which is kind of yucky. But somehow the bed has slid a couple of feet down the hill, and the maid is complaining, and saying there is no excuse for moving the bed, like I am some sort of criminal for it. I point out my size and the loose dirt, and explain I did not try and move the bed, but that it may have happened accidentally. She accepts my word and forgives me.

Meanwhile, I peak out of the room into the rest of the suite, and there are roaches running everywhere, as he does some bug spraying, though until he started spraying, I had not seen any, and I find myself hoping we didn't draw them in. He is dragging out a dog that he says is rabid, and I see another dog and a cat watching, and wonder how the guy brought in three animals without my ever realizing they were there. I explain to the manager that this is the last time I am ever going to let somebody I have never met before share my hotel room!

By this time it has to be 1 or 2, and there is still stuff everywhere, and there is a long way to go before I'm going to have my stuff out. The manager is being really nice, and not hassling me, but he tells me it may be time to just break down and pay for another night, before he has no choice but to charge me a big fine. The problem is, I don't think I have any money left. Right about the time I am thinking of calling mom, or maybe Dale, to try and borrow the money to get another night in the place, the guy walks back in. He no longer looks like me, instead he looks like a cross between Nick Wisehart and Neil Patrick Harris, and as he walks back in and looks around the place, he apologizes for taking so long, and says he hoped to come back with a lot of money, but had no luck, and will have to hope this does for the moment.

He hands me two fifty dollar bills, one that looks like American money, and one that is about twice as big and really colorful and purple, and almost has to be a counterfeit. But since the real $50 would be enough to cover the room for another night, I just head out the door to try and give it to the manager. The problem is, I find the manager with his father, who is the owner, and who he has already told me is a lot more of a pain, and may cause us problems about the whole thing. Thing is, it looks like the owner just won the lottery, and may be in a good mood.

11-01-2013 -- I am Harry Potter, and with Neville Longbottom at my side, I am deep into a large battle with a bunch of Death Eaters. It is quite a long battle, and covers a lot of ground, though I can't really remember a lot of the details. At least part of it seems to take a place in a hotel, probably a muggle hotel. We manage to defeat the Death Eaters, but the wizarding world decides to blame us for letting people in the muggle world see us casting spells, and they snap our wands and banish us from the wizarding world.

Thing is, I quickly find that almost all of the regular people have one special ability, if they can only discover it, and learn how to use it. Whether you want to call it the X-Gene or say it is a Heroes world or how you want to look at it, the humans only need to discover what their unique ability is, and how to use it. Thankfully, I find that, having been trained to use my magic, even with a wand, now that I have had it snapped, I can somehow use my magic to access all these other peoples' individual powers, and know (at least partly) how to use them all.

There is a class on strange abilities at the local community college, and I decide to attend and learn something, but the professor is just talking about powers and abilities as something theoretical, something that is rumored to be possible, but nobody believes in. I decide this just won't do, and decide to take over the class. The professor watches, somewhat bemused, as I start demonstrating a few powers. I slow down time around me, so that I seem to move at super speed. I speed up time, so everything seems to be happening in slow motion. I even try to figure out how to travel in time (which just looks, to the students, like I disappear from one spot, and reappear in another.)

On another day, we are holding class outside in a sort of amphitheater, and there is confetti in the air, when I decide to play around with weather control. I make it start to snow for a short time, then start turning the snow into rain. I keep it very controlled and local, it is only snowing, then raining, over us and about half the pool we are standing next to, which also leads to demonstrating control over the elements, and making the pool part, ala the red sea, which really impresses everybody. Meanwhile, each class, I help another few students discover what their power is, and help them start to learn a little about how to control it.

Soon it is the last day of the semester, in the last five minutes of class, and I realize I have messed up a bit. I haven't given them any of the warnings that I should have. I try to advise them against using their powers too blatantly, unless it is an emergency, pointing out that they might frighten people, or that people might want them to always be using their powers to help out, in which case they might never have any peace. On the other hand, we tell them to encourage more people to take the class, so we can teach ever more people to fin and learn to use their powers.

Finally, Neville and I explain about the magical world, and warn them to beware of nutwads wielding short sticks, and warn them that if wizards catch them using their powers, they could attack them, try to erase their memories, and cause them lots of problems. I concentrate, and use a lot of my power, and conjure rings on all their fingers which quickly fade from view, and tell them if they are ever attacked by wizards to hold the ring and call my name, and I will try to come and save them. Then they start heading out into the larger world. The age of powers has begun! Very fun dream!

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!

Me and my wife were breaking into a jail/casino and she said that she said that she was lucid but for some reason i didnt realize it was a dream. Then she stopped and i became "lucid" i had all the awesome powers like flight, mind control, go through walls, all that awesome stuff. I knew i was dreaming but the dream was so fun it started to capture me back into the dream reality of us breaking into a jail/casino.

Next dream was not lucid at all but very fun, me and my family were swimming through a dangerous shark mutant fish spot. My 2 year old got her feet bit off... anyway then we got to safety and i was at my work where i was about to give a big presentation. My presentation was very funny to most people and they all laughed, then turned blue... eventually some non-blue guys thought it wasnt cool and started chasing/capturing the blue people. i started turning blue and some dude was trying to get me, i had a shotgun but didnt want to kill him so i ran, he caught me and i woke up.

In this dream there was a huge white square, much like a billboard, or a huge theater screen but outside in the middle of a valley. I sat in the grass with two other unknown people, and when I looked at this screen, it would start "overloading my senses", sending me into something similar to a seizure. To explain in other words, when I looked at the screen, it started rapidly flashing black and white square patterns, sent a weird bass pressure pattern to my ears as if it was a mix of airplane-ear-popping and having a subwoofer on each side of my head. Looking at it gave me tunnel vision and the more I looked at it, the further away it seemed and the more my vision blackened out, sending me on the verge to faint. My eyes hurt and I felt nauseous. I looked away and avoided looking at the screen for the rest of the dream, in which I didn't do much of significance.

I have a feeling this dream was inspired by an occurrence while I attempted to fall asleep; I sat up in my bed and looked at the digital clock on my TV receiver when I felt dizzy, and it started seeming like the lights from the clock were way further away.

Sept. 18, 2003:
I had this dream that I was back in my aunt's old house, and there were all of these zombies everywhere. And they weren't stupid, shuffling zombies, even though they were all nasty looking, they were cunning and intelligent zombies. They'd plan traps and pull all kinds of tricks and stuff, and this made them far more dangerous than your average zombie. And of course, the old standby - get bitten by a zombie, and you turn into a zombie.

So I'm holed up in this house, and there are zombies everywhere, and of course houses are not terribly secure, especially old ones. And this person busts in, and I think he's a zombie so I try to kill him, but it turns out he's one of the few people left who's still human... his name is, of all things, Sniper, and he's a sharpshooter. He's also a total asshole, but that's beside the point.
The problem - we have several guns (Sniper's are very nice and very deadly, mine's a worn out rifle and a pistol) but very little ammunition. The odds that this house has ammunition are slim to none. If we go outside to get it, we're toast. I have a feeling that Sniper sees me as a minor annoyance/possible human shield, at best. Especially since I have a habit of forgetting to reload the shotgun and running out of ammunition at the worst possible time.
Anyway, we secure the house as much as possible, you know the drill - board up the windows, etc. Except we're gonna run out of stuff to board windows up with, so we decide to secure a smaller but tactically crucial section of the house. By this point we're running pretty low on ammunition, although I've gotten a few chances to prove that I'm not completely worthless. Just mostly.
So once everything's secured, someone knocks on the front door. Sniper opts to open it since he has much better aim than I do. So he cracks the door open, and there's a woman standing out there, and she's obviously a zombie. But she pleads with him a little bit, says she only wants some money, that she needs to feed her kids (who are little zombie-lings by this point). So Sniper, in an odd fit of human compassion, opens the door to pass some money through, and the two evil children attack him. He shoots them before they can bite him or anything and the mother runs away, dropping a pistol that happened to be fully loaded. So we're like “cool, ammo”.
So then I had to go down into the basement, I don't remember why, I think it was to look for food and see if there was any ammunition down there (even though odds are, there was not), and I get freaked out when I see this zombie (the one from earlier) trying to get in through the basement windows... she can't, though, because there's a metal grating over them. So I grab what I need (no ammo down there) and run upstairs again. And that's when the dream sort of faded out.

I woke at school sitting on a desk and my old history teacher was teaching me all over again.
I got kind of embarrassed but noticed that a lot of other people that passed his class already was there to.
We were just sitting there doing nothing as usual and then I just woke up.