non-lucid

06/17/13
I laid awake attempting another [B]WILD[B], thinking of TOTM basic 2. Hopeing to find a
mirror to observe what I looked like. I blacked out and awoke to the sound of pitter pattering rain on the roof. I got out of bed and attempted to shove my finger through my hand, this failed so I ran to my bathroom and looked in my mirror and I looked like I always do , ginger, white, blue eyes, frekels and then attempted to plug my nose and breath none of which worked for me. Attempting it again tonight

Non-lucid dream, 14th June 2013. It was kinda long, and I remember most of it except a couple links that lead to location or situation changes.

I'm at a pub located in my hometown, alone, with some game cards on my hand, I'm not sure if just ordering them, or preparing to play a solitaire or something. It's an irish style pub / beerhouse (as in real life), and there is people around having drinks. I'm aware that I'm waiting for two friends, because we agreed to have dinner together. I think I recall planing the thing with them, but I'm not sure if it happened in the dream too.

The waiter comes to say hello to me (as in real life, we know each other well), and says: "Hey man, you gotta order something if you'll stay sitting there!". A bit disapointed and not being able to believe he was serious, I was thinking if leave, or just ignore him.

At this point I order a drink. I notice its a cheap brand of cider what he serves me. The two friends arrive and when asking where are we going to have dinner, they say that the idea was to do it right here, at the pub. I though "ok, so we are having cheap cider then...".

Now I find myself in some kind of room, which I understand is the home of one of my friends, and I think I'm awakening after having some fun and drinking. My friend is around but we are on our own things. The room looks like if it's some kind of occupy house or commune, as I get the feeling there are more people around, going in and out.

I get up and prepare to go outside to the street, and suddenly I realize I'm not carrying my phone, wallet or home keys. Just the keys of my office. "Damn, I must have lost them...". I decide to go check the pub, walk around and ask, but nothing. I go back to my friend's room, and now it's floor if full of dust, a lot of dust, and I see there are lots of pieces around.

I think if maybe my phone just fall from my pants while sleeping, so I start looking in the floor. I see fragments of phone, similar to when it falls and breaks apart, but there are from other brands or models. I find a couple of batteries buried in the dust, some covers, buttons... but none from my phone.

I find my wallet and my keys. I ask my friend to call me and see if we hear the phone... nothing happens. I go to the street and in the way I find my cousin: "hey, I lost my phone". As I walk with him in the street he tries to call me and we pay attention to see if we hear it somewhere, but nothing.

One time finally someone picks the phone on the other side: "hey, you're not getting it back".
I was a bit shocked and frustrated, asked again for it, and the voice said: "you can get the phone for the price of one year domain registration" (I'm a web developer, guess it has to do with it). I was like... OK. And we agreed to meet somewheren.

Again I find myself with my friend, in a car, driving to the place where this guy told me to meet, following my friend's instructions as I didn't know the city. Turn left here, right here, etc... We finally park and enter what seems to be a normal shop.

Now suddenly it isn't a shop, but an airport entrance. There is a security guy there, and the small room (that looks like a bank) is where people waits for the plane. There I find a girl, who looks a bit pimp, with my phone in her hand. She tells me that I'm not getting it back.

Now I don't know how or why but I ask her: "err.. did you just find it somewhere around the street, or was it in my room?". She answers: "I just went to the room, saw it on the floor and took it". So then I said: "Ok, then you stole it", while at the same time I pick it from her hands.

Now I find myself walking on the street with her and my friend, and I see some whatsapp messages from someone I don't know. Kindly the girls says: "oh, yeah.. you can remove my SIM card. Here, this is yours, just keep mind I'm not using it.

Can't remember right now if something else happened. I think it did, but probably not much related to all this experience.


The thing is that I woke up and I had the full story in my head and could remember all details without much effort.

Dream 1(fragment):

There was something about robots.

Dream 2(fragment):

I was in some sort of hilly area and there was a castle.

Dream 3(fragment):

I was playing AI War and having fun and someone was suggesting me to use some kind of anti-sleep missile warheads.

I walk into the bus by the side of the road at the McDonald's cross in Grenå, say good day to the bus driver and the bus drives off. Weird thing is, it's like my dream "camera" is stuck on the pavement. Since my body has driven off with the bus, I am unable to move and can only look around. I find that kind of weird, think it might be a dream, so I look around. Could it be a dream? Nah, everything looks too normal, especially the traffic-ridden roads and those moody-looking twins walking along the other side of the road like a mirrored version of each other. No way that's a dream.

I remembered two dreams last night.

For the first, I have a very vague recollection of dreaming about being in the Merlin universe. That's literally all I remember of that dream.

My other was as follows:
I was myself in the dream, which is fairly rare for me - normally, I'm someone else or, even if I can't see who I am, I get the sensation that it wasn't 'me'.

I left my house to walk to the bus stop (it's about a five or six minute walk down the road). I went of my house carrying my work bags, and headed off. A couple of minutes later, I realised I was missing my bags! Assuming I must have somehow put them down part way along, I turned around to find them. Though I was trying to walk back towards my house, I kept forgetting what I was doing and turning around to carry on to work. Then I'd remember and turn back again to look for my bags!
I repeated this a few times, walking part way down the street before turning, walking along again towards the bus stop and then heading back towards the house in search of my bags.
The street I was walking down wasn't my own real street, though it was to my dream self. There were a lot of people walking around me, going in both directions. It's usually quiet in the morning when I'm walking, but in the dream it was busy. I only really remember one of the people; a little girl who I kept passing as I went back and forth. I don't remember much about her, but she felt significant. She was the only thing in the dream that I felt anything about. I knew I needed to go to work, and I knew I needed to get the bags, but neither seemed important. But I connected something to that girl, emotionally. Couldn't say what though.

Legend: Dream , Semi-Lucid , Lucid , Side notes.

Time: I went to bed at around 12:05 AM, but the last thing i remember was my clock saying 2:54. So...hopefully what happened was i fell asleep and woke up at that time. Either way, my final awakening was at about 10:54 AM

Jazz Concert:
Summary: I'm in my living room with my music instructors. The background section is on one side of the room while the rest of the band is on the other. One of our instructors tells us we have a concert so i start to get my concert clothes on. All the others already have them so they head out, this leaves me in there with one of the instructors. I get the clothes on and decide i want a drink so i pick up the nearest bottle and drink it, i set it down to find out it was some nasty unfiltered cleaning water or something.

We all get on a bus. I decide it was somehow a good idea to take all my clothes off except for my underwear. We get to a mall, and we all get off. I walk around, we do some stuff, and then it's time to get back on the bus. We all stop in a crowded hallway before we get on, i then realize i only have my underwear on and start to get embarrassed. The band starts like dancing and i'm sitting there with my hands over my face. One of the instructors asks me what's wrong, i say nothing.

This is now the point where i realize i have no music. Thankfully, we go back to my house on the way to the concert. I get my music but now they left without me. Next thing i know, i'm a foreign person complaining about video games outside. Then after that, i find myself walking along a gravel road on my farm, Me and this person get attacked by a monkey and it jumps on the other person, so i try to kick it off. It then comes after me but i stand and yell at it, it seems to stop. After it goes away, i notice i have a huge spider on my hand and instantly wake up.

Time: Logged at 7:20

Economics:
I arrive to a classroom. I'm apparently taking an economics class. The teacher isn't actually there so we have a substitute and he's very strict. I remember i leave the class to go do something and when i get back, the whole class is like cleaning the school. So much for learning anything.

Camping:
I'm outside on the garage floor, sleeping in a U.S military modular sleeping bag, while i'm in it. My grandfather decides to launch a firework at me and burn a hole in my sleeping bag. I instantly get up, like seriously? SERIOUSLY?!! why would he burn a hole in that >_<. This is where the scene changes, i'm now in a mountainous snowy place, i get up and bring the sleeping bag to a shack my father is in to complain. However he just sits there and trolls me with stupid remarks. i shot some mean things and leave. Next thing i know i'm waiting in a line wrestling this kid. Then all of a sudden, the snow melts and the ice rises. my view goes into third person and i see myself jumping between each glacier climbing up the hill before everything collapses. I make it. I find myself with other people. The dream then turns into a video game and ends with one of my team mates blowing themselves up.

Time: Both economics and camping were logged at about 10:54

Wow I haven't posted a dream in forever. But I am really trying to get back into it this time because there is a particular thing I want to do in a LD and I won't stop(hopefully) until I do that. I want to revisit a scene from a dream I had when I was a kid. A dream that stuck with me til this day. I want to go back to that moment and figure some things out.

There was this guy that had kidnapped two girls my age and I was there, but not really there, to witness it. Me, Brittany, some weird dude, and maybe some other people were having a little party type get together. We were in the middle of the woods but it also seemed like we were at my house, maybe just in the backyard or something. This guy strolls by our party and wants to join in, so he tells his kidnapped girls not to do anything stupid, and they come join in. No one suspects anything, but since I saw what had happened I knew I had to do something. The three of them sat down at a table and they were facing me. The girl with the black hair had a desperate look on her face that said "help!" I winked at her and excused myself by telling them I had to make a phone call. I walk far enough that I'm not in hearing distance and I call 911. No one answers. I tell them the situation and my address and hang up. When I get back I wait awhile and they still don't come. The girl comments that she wants to see my phone, and I give her a harsh look and tell her no. I try 911 again and I don't remember what happened...

I was standing behind the recliner in the living room. My mom was sitting in that recliner and Steph was sitting on the long couch. Leo and Nova got up, Leo grabbed onto Nova's back and then Stella joined in. Those cats were doing the Conga Line! I realized there was no way this could happen and I knew I was dreaming but woke up.



When I tried to fall back asleep, I kept telling myself, "I'm in a LD, I'm dreaming" and was doing pirouettes on a large pink surface that was floating on pink clouds. There was a gazebo next to me on this pink surface. I started to lose myself and could feel the dream taking over me and I knew I was dreaming. But then the damn cat started whining at my door and woke me up. I was pissed..

It appears my mantra of "Don't dream about work so much" had the opposite effect. It's a a shame I missed the opportunity to do the Task of the Month.

My workplace had added a new gym and spa and I decided to try out their fancy showers. But first, I was having trouble locking the door of my shower stall. The door kept opening even after I thought I had closed the deadbolt. Finally, I managed to slide the bolt a lot further than seemed possible. Confident that the door was locked, I took off my clothes. But then someone outside bumped the door to my stall. Then the door disappeared completely, leaving me exposed to everyone passing outside. I grabbed a black t-shirt and and held in in front of me as I looked outside. It seemed that the doors to all the stalls were gone.

I carefully ventured outside, still trying to cover myself with the t-shirt, when I spotted my boss. I told him about the missing doors and he thanked me for bringing the issue to his attention. His attitude puzzled me since it should have been obvious that none of the stalls had doors. I told him I really needed it fixed because I needed to take a shower after my workout. Funny, I don't remember working out. My boss told me that there was a private shower area restricted to employees, and he gave me directions.

I started making my way to the private showers, but I was having trouble finding them. The directions my boss gave me didn't seem to make sense. After finding myself at a basement entrance (that doesn't exist in reality), I found my coworker Angie. She directed me to a far corner of the basement, where I found a weight room. The dream ended before I finally got to the showers.

non lucid

*I get on to a bus to hid from this strange that is flying around messing with everyone. The bird flies on to the bus to get me. I throw these strange green noodles that were for some reason made out be magical.

*I had a bag full of nintendo systems.

*I remember waking early in the night thinking wow I just had a lucid dream, but I don't remember at all what happened.

Yesterday, I got a post apocalyptic game called The Last of Us, and played it for 12+ hours until I beat the story. The following dream was inspired by the game.

So in the dream, I was turned back into a kid again, I was in my teens like 13 to 14 years old. I was trying to survive on my own from the infected until I find this family. This family consisted of a mother, and her two children; a brother and sister, I did not get their names though. The family took a liking to me and let me join their group to survive with them. While I'm helping them with their travels I talk to the brother and sister, I found out that the sister who is the older one of the two is teaching her younger brother to survive. After this the dream went into a forest setting, and the brother, sister, and I do a training montage. The sister taught her brother close quarters combat, then we teach him how to properly throw hatchets, then finally how to sneak, via capture the flag. The flag was in an open area of the forest, next to a sand pit. The brother was moving silently through the brush to see if there was an opening. I hid behind a bush that was overlooking the flag, until I saw him. I immediately went in to catch him, but got beat to it; his sister tackled him next to the flag. After, we all laughed and I woke up.

Hi!

Before I tell you about my dream of snakes let me tell you about me & give a little context

I just turned 50, am happily, wonderfully married (for almost 25 years; thank God, my wife is the greatest blessing in my life; I must've done something really good in a previous time around), and am the proud Papa of two boys, 12 & 16. I like my job (same one for 20 years) and my dogs. I moved to Israel in the mid-1980s & have never even remotely considered leaving Israel. We are modern-orthodox. My family (back in the USA) is not even remotely religious/observant. I was raised de jure Conservative and de facto nothing. I decide to make aliyah & become frum when I was 23, a very sudden, bolt-out-of-Anatevka decision. (I was watching the film version of "Fiddler on the Roof" when I was 22 and completely freaked when Tevye said, at the very beginning, "Because of our traditions, each one of us knows who he is and what God expects him to do." That was a slapshot to the head from 25 feet out. At the time, I had no idea who I was and that God actually wanted me to dosomething. I decided then and there to become orthodox and move to Israel. Don't knock it; if God could talk to Moses from a burning bush, He could certainly toss a hint my way from an old movie.) And here I am.

I've always taken a contrarian delight in bucking the tide. This long pre-dated my decision to become observant, i.e. orthodox, (see above); deciding to become observant was part of it & it is still percolating around now.

I've run into a religious rut.

The next-to-last verse in the Book of Ecclesiastes says: "The end of the matter, all having been said, fear [the original Hebrew means something more like "be in reverent awe of"] God and keep His commandments, for this is the whole person."

I have reverent awe of God & I do my best to keep His commandments but the enthusiasm & the fervor I used to have is long since gone away and I feel like I'm just going through the motions, clutching at forms even as the content is gone. I feel like a hamster on a wheel. I go to synagogue, keep kosher, keep Shabbat [the Sabbath], etc. because I have to and because I don't want not to. Sometimes I think that (since) everybody needs a code to live by & since this one is as good as any and better than most, I might as well stick with it. But is this it?

(Please feel free to Google or Wikipedia any term/place/word below that you might not get. I would have liked to put in links but as a newbie here, that's not allowed.)

The most interesting series of spiritual experiences I've had recently, if you can call them that, one that has started a whole host of confused doubts to percolate in my heart, was that on April 23, me, my wife & two friends drove to Kiryat Luza on Mt. Gerizim in Samaria to watch the Samaritans bring their Passover offering. (Mini-aside: I think "sacrifice" is a horrible mistranslation of the Hebrew word "korban", which actually comes from a root meaning "to approach" or "to draw near to".) I was impressed, very. Since then, I've been doing my homework (I've always loved doing research), reading up on them. While we were up there on Mt. Gerizim, after they lowered the skewered lambs into the fire pits (it's all over YouTube), we spoke with one young Samaritan from Holon (near Tel Aviv) who answered our questions & did his best to explain their beliefs & customs.

On May 17, my colleague/friend from work & I drove to Mt. Gerizim to visit the national park on the summit (the Israel Nature and Parks Authority English site doesn't have a link, the Hebrew site does) and explore Kiryat Luza. We parked right next to the area with the fire pits. I showed my friend the pits & explained how the Samaritans did their Passover offering & then we walked up to the park. We saw some of the Samaritan holy sites: Altar of Isaac, the Eternal Hill/Givot Olam, (see Deuteronomy 33:15, I crouched down and ran my hands over the almost flat stretch of rock, that was very cool; this is my avatar), and where Joshua set up the 12 stones, and took in the astounding view.

On May 20, I took the day off to get stuff done at home in the morning & then drove off to the Samaritan neighborhood in Holon (one cul-de-sac street that they're starting to outgrow) to meet with a Samaritan gentleman with whom I have been emailing. I parked opposite one of their synagogues which looks just like one of ours except for the writing in their ancient Hebrew script. We sat in his living room and spoke for several hours. I mainly asked questions about their beliefs & customs and how they differ from ours, and he answered. My host gave me a Samaritan calendar, a few copies of their community newsletter & a little notebook for children learning to read their alphabet. They've published an English translation of their Torah (side-by-side with an English translation of our text for comparative study); when I can spare the $50-60 or so for a copy from Amazon, I would like to buy it. In the mean time, I'm going to try and teach myself their alphabet so I can read their script (the newsletter is in modern Hebrew, their ancient Hebrew, Arabic & English) and, eventually, hopefully, their Torah in the original. He also invited to be in touch with him for a more personal tour of Mt. Gerizim (or "the mountain" as they call it). That would be cool.

I know that there are only about 760 or so Samaritans but the cool thing is that there are no Reform Samaritans, no Conservative Samaritans, no orthodox, ultra-orthodox or secular Samaritans, there are just Samaritans, all saying the same prayers, doing the same things, accepting the same spiritual leadership. This is a kind of unity and harmony that we can't even dream about in our wildest fantasies!! We're so f@$%ing rancorously divided among ourselves that it's nauseating; it's like God's words don't count ^ everyone just slangs on each other.

Up until last week, I had been merely wondering where I was going with all this, with my newfound fascination with the Samaritans & their similar-to-ours-yet-different faith. I still don't know. Sometimes the point of a journey is the journey itself and not necessarily one's destination, assuming one ever arrives anywhere. A traveler travels and I'm enjoying myself so far. There is a beauty in their unity and a purity and simplicity in their approach to Torah that appeal to me. Now, I don't know how much of this is one doozy of doubt with a good mixture of revulsion over our utter disunity thrown in. I mean is being an orthodox Jew merely my default program, and I'm borne along more by spiritual inertia than anything else? My, that's certainly fun & exciting (not).

So, I had a really weird dream last week. I usually do not remember my dreams but this one was very vivid & I haven't been able to get it out of my head/heart. I dreamed that I was bitten by a snake. I dreamed that I was in our old neighborhood & that a small greenish-yellowish snake bit me on the right thigh.There was local swelling & discoloration. I did not feel systemic symptomns. I was wearing khaki shorts & the swelling & discoloration could not be seen by anyone. I knew it was there, I could feel it, but I had to either hike up the shorts or take them half-off to show anybody. I remember thinking that there was poison in my system but only I knew it was there.

I relate this to my ongoing spiritual confusion & my fascination with the Samaritans. I know what the snake symbolizes, a la Genesis: temptation, doubt, etc. Why our old neighborhood? Because when my colleague and I drove to Mt. Gerizim that day, we left from there. (I left my car there & we went in his car.) The snake's poison = doubt, and that only I can feel it, that only I know it's there, the meaning of that is obvious. The doubt in my heart is apparent only to me; nobody else can tell.

My Samaritan friend has invited to personally guide me around Mt. Gerizim. I'd love to take him up on his offer but part of me is kind of afraid to because maybe I'll want to stay there (spiritually, figuratively) and serve God on that mountain. That idea, to serve God on that mountain, i.e. Mt. Gerizim, has been echoing in my head.

I always say that running from temptation is no good because if you run from temptation, it'll just follow you, you have to turn and face it, and stare it down, and tell it to f*ck off & show that it has no power over you. It is as if God has said to me, "You think it's that easy ZVBM? You talk a good game but let's see how you actually play." And like I don't know whether it's my good impulse ("yetzer hatov" in Hebrew) or my bad impulse ("yetzer hara", which isn't really bad per se as it is selfish & self-centered), or both, that's messing with me.

And what's really freaking me out about all this is wondering if my Jewish faith is this shallow that it can be so easily rattled? Or is my heart responding to some greater call? Do I have spiritual poison in my system, that I'm being tempted by the Samaritan version of our faith (as I'll put it) or is that my yetzer hara messing with me. I mean it's not like I'm tempted by, say, another faith completely, like Christianity or Islam, God forbid!, I'd sooner die.

Oh, and last night, I dreamed that I was some sort of spy, living in deception behind enemy lines. We live in an almost exclusively religious (i.e. orthodox) neighborhood here that is so square it hurts sometimes. Our friends & neighbors would freak if anyone realized that my interest in the Samaritans was anything other than academic.

Gagghhhh

Any thoughts?

Morning of June 17, 2013. Monday.



My dream takes place at an unknown home that I have not seen aspects of in a dream before. It is not up on columns as all the places we have recently lived have been, and it is also made of (painted in a lighter green) concrete blocks for the most part (most of the places we lived recently have been wooden houses). There are more cars and trucks, but in a sparser pattern and along a much busier road than in real life - with four lanes, and in a more commercial area it looks like. There are various items leaning against our house that a member of the public had put there, or perhaps several members of the public. I also even notice one truck pushing against a fence in the back, with the fence at a slight angle. This does not surprise me much at all in my dream, as a lot of people in real life in this region are well-known countrywide for very poor driving and parking skills.

The first thing I do is take a hubcap that someone had leaned against our house and happily and aggressively send it rolling away, as well as into oncoming traffic, although it does not distract any of the drivers. (In real life, just walking a short distance to the store, I often see a fair number of broken plastic hubcaps lying in the streets in various areas and on the sidewalk, but the one in my dream is metal - I even hear the “ringing” sound as I fling it and it rolls into the street.). I also pick up all the other things, including tools and car parts and a small toolbox or two that were touching our house and fling them out and some across the street as well. The drivers do not seem annoyed and nothing lands in their way, which is fine, as I do not want to get into trouble for causing an accident anyway. I am still annoyed by the cars along the curb, all looking as if they had been partly disassembled and had been worked on recently by a mechanic (or I should say, someone who only thinks they have competent mechanic skills).

Eventually, I walk around to the front and I see someone pouring concrete over the ground including near our garden (and probably eventually to cover that area as well), and ask him what he was doing and why no one had said anything to us. I am not angry with him, as he seems like a simpleton, seeming like a far more “sane” version of Curly Howard, but his work uniform seems slightly circus-clown-like (and I keep reminding him of that fact as I am yelling and using the word “you”, but then saying I do not mean “you” but who you work for). He says that all of the people in the neighborhood are getting this done, so ours was being done in addition to the people that actually ordered it (which sounds quite stupid of course) and was, by vote, decided that everyone “must” have it done - even without any notification. The reason is because the concrete will cover everything, including the grass, and supposedly allow for more ventilation and oxygen, which of course makes no sense at all. This last scene may still not be connected to the broken-down cars on the other side of the house other than the larger truck that was pushing on the fence, which I think was a cement-mixing truck.

---

Dry cement, gravel, and such, have been validated to be linked to dehydration. In one case, after being in an extreme level of dehydration, I dreamt about having clothes filled with gravel as well as another dream about a dry gravel road. I also have completely given up drinking cola (and soda in general as diet soda is even worse), which can cause serious health risks, even in young people. It took a serious health scare to break my cola-drinking habit.

---

In this dream I had made the mistake of accepting a job. It became clear that recently they had layoffs. There were two parts to the team: most team members were statisticians, and a few of us including me were parts inventory people. I realized that most team members in both parts resented me, and soon realized why. The layoffs had been of the parts inventory people, and then I was hired instead because I was cheaper, but I knew less and could not replace former team mates for many reasons. I quit the job. Told the boss, and she agreed it was a wise decision. She also said that as long as I could not talk the language of statistics the statisticians would not have respected me, but if I used a statistics term that's when the trouble would really start. I told her that I was just giving her an informal heads up, and not to tell anyone else until I gave her a formal written notice letter.

06/15/13
I laid awake, body still, mind wide open. I imagined a place where no one cared and no one judged. I stepped out of the court house (so I think) and onto a street paved with cobble stone. I looked around and saw no one and listened closely and heard not even a bird chirp. It was quiet enough, if a sewing pin dropped it would sound like bombs. I told myself this is weird and asked if it was real. I felt myself not really jerk but spasm into a lucid dream. I told myself I was lucid. I looked for anything to help. First a mirror. None to be found. Then a clock. Again none to be seen. Lastly a billboard. Here I had success. I noticed the picture was me and all the letters were mumbo jumbo, a mix of hyroglifics, and shapes. The initial shock of becoming 100% aware I was lucid woke me up. I have been unable to become lucid since but here is my next attempt. I am attempting to go to space and meet Neil Armstrong. Wish me luck.

06-13-2013 -- Earlier hints of a possible tidal wave on the beach and a sexy woman who may or may not be involved with the mafia-like group that has been chasing me around, then I find myself at an auto repair shop somewhere, talking to a cop who is talking about some of the bad shops he has had experience at, and I am hoping this isn't one of them, since they are working on my vehicle.

Anyway, I am really hoping they can handle the problem with my vehicle, and that it will be something minor, but it is sounding really rough and loud, much like a diesel tractor cab might sound. (Which actually makes sense, since that is what I am driving in this dream.) The cop is indicating that they do good work, but that they are about to close for the day, but I am refusing to leave because I am in the middle of a delivery (or perhaps a mystery shop) down somewhere about Lauderdale, and I have no way to get any help or do anything without my vehicle, so I am not going anywhere until my 'car' is fixed.

Somehow this leads to standing outside watching a couple of people walk by, including a thin black guy who borrowed something of mine, and I am waiting for him to return it, and when he doesn't seem to be coming over to do so, I find myself heading for him, instead. Somehow this leads to the strange switch where I have just boarded a bus with George Takei, and he is going to be helping me with something, though in the dream it is never quite clear what.

So we have moved to the back of the bus, and this punk kid seems to be asking about what we're doing, and I am trying to explain, but do a really lousy job of it. (Perhaps because I have no idea, myself.) Anyway, something that I say makes George think that I have volunteered him to help the punk kid with something, and he is really upset with me about it. Neither I, nor the punk, got that out of what I said, but to avoid trouble, I am trying to reword my comment to soothe George's issues.

In revenge, George goes off on a tangent about the Adventurer's Club, and wants to know why I liked the place so much, and wondering if it was true that Anne complained that I was boring and spoke like Ben Stein in Ferris Bueller's Day Off? And why would I talk like that all the time? I'm very hurt, because I never recall her saying anything like that, not even in my hundreds of hours of video footage of the Club, and I don't think I talk in that much of a monotone ... or at least I didn't while I still had a voice.

Then BC shows up and insists she has the footage of Anne saying that on video tape, and is leading George to the front of the bus to play it for him. Except it isn't footage from the Club, but from a play that Anne did, and I am even more upset, thinking that she might be so unprofessional as to make such a comment in the middle of a play. Except that the entire play seems to be of a woman whining about her medical procedures and how miserable she is, and is so much whining that it seems to be more something from BC's friend Pam than any real play. The play's name was something like the Mastectomy Moments or something, probably a take-off on the Vagina Monologues.

Soon we're standing on a street corner somewhere, and I find myself trying to explain my crazy friends to George, while he just stares at me. I end up defending BC by pointing out all the things she has had to put up with, which leads to me trying to explain her brother Benny to him. And isn't that a trip and a half. I am explaining about his past drinking, and his catch phrases, "I kill you for a quarter," and "Jonannelli" and "How does that make you feel?" and the 'I will annoy you if it kills me' attitude. I try to remember the newest catch-phrase, "My pants are too tight," but I just can't bring that one to mind.

Trying to explain all this to George is enough to turn him into Benny, who is drunk again, and babbling in the street, while his dog is jumping all over me, trying to get at the ice cream I am eating. I am trying to push the dog off, but I don't want to hurt its feelings, so while I try to push it off, I explain I just don't know it that well, yet. Odd stuff. (And why does George Takei keep coming into my dream, anyway?)