non-lucid

There was something I needed to do, and (in the dream) I was awake at night more than once trying to do it. I was trying not to be seen, because sneaking around at night generally looks pretty weird. I was moving slowly around the edge of the house and noticed that a side gate was open, and shut it. I noticed someone else being around, who assumed I was part of their organisation (which I was, sort of) and she gave me a headset that showed me a map, with three massive continents and a triangle between them, the main lines (there were more) that determine day and night in this world, amongst other things. I do remember the continents having names and features, but I forgot them. The 'Worldkeepers' are part of the 'Policekeepers' (or was it the other way around?) and have to ensure that the system works correctly.

The movement of the day and night took place in the minimum time that travel between the continents could happen, like the speed of light being the fastest speed, and only the "Worldkeepers", like I was, had the authority to go beyond it, which happened through a sort of teleportation that followed the lines. I was planning to use this for something or other, but I wasn't familiar with the interface because I had ended up in the past or future or something from use of the lines, so they weren't familiar with me either, and I was trying to cover this fact up.

I remember a few scenes, like a long series of gates in the night, but can't place them. I think some of them weren't possible to see from my perspective inside the dream.

Some guy at this party was calling his teacher a N, only because he was black. I talked to the guy about it, and he said he felt sorry...started crying, and then started laughing and told me I fell for that shit. After that, I wore him out with everything I could, and headed to another area of the party.

Sanding a Pool Stick

Someone was showing me how to sand a pool stick tat had been marred up and down the stick. The stick had these circular designs like stains or something.

The guy used something that looked like a saxophone reed. He said something referring to the sanding tool like, "They are expensive, so they are strong, flexible, and ___________."

He then sanded the stains and grooves out of the stick with this tool.

I woke up at this point and remembered exactly what he said about the tool. I wanted to remember it because dream quotes are important to me, but I went back to sleep and forgot exactly what was said.

Fight

I was at some kind of party. Someone had a problem with something I said. I tried to explain to him that he didn't understand the context and to just not worry about what I do. He was acting like a prick, so I put my hands on him, pressing on a pressure point, and hoping to get him to decide not to fuck with me. He wanted to fight.

I really didn't want to fight, so I told the guy I was going to tell someone at the party. I was hoping this would make the guy decide we really shouldn't fight, but the guy didn't care. I decided I would just fight the guy.

I went out and was ready to kick the guys ass, and quickly found I wasn't very flexible. I had my jeans on over my sweats. I quickly took off my jeans without him attacking me. I then felt much better, but then we didn't fight anymore.

I then went into some apartment or dorm. I think someone is going to be expecting me to be in it and steal something, or do something else wrong, so I hide behind a little wall. I can still see someone walking up some stairs, but suspicious, and looking for me. I can see their feet and so they see me, but then just walk up the stairs as though they hadn't, or they saw me and then the dream changed so that they actually didn't see me.

The dream was vivid. I should be able to remember it in greater detail.

The End.

I'm forgetting how some of these dreams start. I can only remember a few. I'm inside a music shop, one that I thought of. The music store was filled with so many different types of musical instruments but the only instrument I was interested in was the piano. The piano was all I could play while living in my house.

This store looked a lot like the one near the park where I used to walk whenever I found curiosity in the city. I imagined it while dreaming. This place was also seen as a dangerous part of town if you're walking alone. I never liked this place in real life or in this dream. But this music store was the only interest I had while dreaming and while I was dreaming of it, I thought of my beautiful piano. I never actually played one in the dream but I thought of it.

As soon as I was done finishing up, I walked in to the back room of the store and begin making an exit towards the waking life. The next room I entered was very quiet, not for long though. I saw one of my favorite rappers who is obviously Eminem! Well, at the time he was only Slim Shady. I also saw one of his friends, I think it was Proof too.

It is sort of hard to explain this next part. Eminem wanted to make a song about his father at the moment, a good song, and they were performing the song now. Proof was in the background while Eminem was moving his arms gangster style. This whole thing was all inside my head. I saw a screen of them both performing it but never saw it in that room.

When the dream ended, I realized I was now in a paralyzed state. I noticed because I felt very sleepy at the time. I was laying in bed thinking it to be real until I found out I had no power to move my feet. I was in fear and it only got worse when I felt a sensation of an upcoming terror entering the room! I tried my whole best to get up from bed. My eyes begin to close and the more they tried to close, the harder it was to try and stay in the position I was. After this, I woke.

So I was in the gymnasium at my old middle school, and a football game was taking place. But I wasn't participating, but rather I was flying around on a small, wooden chair.
I specifically remember seeing one boy who apparently did not know the rules of football because he caught the ball, then stood there dazed and confused.
So I basically spent my time weaving through the players and enjoying the flying chair. I learned to control it, but as I did, I noticed that I was having more and more difficulty flying. (I could control the chair by holding onto the side of the seat, pulling up on one side would cause me to bank and therefore turn. Pulling up on both sides would go up. Leaning forward would make me go forward) Early on, I was flying high above everyone's heads, near the ceiling of the gymnasium, but by this point I was only a few inches off the ground.
I flew over into the corner and got off. There was an old woman there who requested to have a flying chair too. A second wooden chair appeared.
At this point, I wanted to try and get into the air again, so I got onto my chair, and flew into the wall. But before I hit it, the chair tilted to the wall, so the bottom was facing the wall. I went straight up the side of the wall about ten feet, then flipped around and glided back down towards the floor. I tried to keep going higher, but the flying wooden chair seemed to be out of power because it could barely hover, and eventually the chair was scraping against the ground until I came to a stop in the middle of the gymnasium.
I kept trying to get the flying chair to work some more, but it refused. I think that I woke myself up out of my frustration.

I should try that chair in a lucid dream. Tonight, maybe. My next lucid dreaming experiment is to try to create a "dream base". I can remember reading somebody's forum post about the idea. The concept is to incubate a dream inside your base so you become lucid. I think that the intent of building a base with the knowledge that you would return may increase the number of lucid dreams.

12.27.2012

Green Lantern and Shotgun (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm wielding a shotgun that looks like it's just a toy rather than the actual weapon. Green Lantern, the one from Justice League and Justice League Unlimited, is out to help me (I think) hunt after some older man.

I don't know why I would be on a hunt for someone, but I had feelings of fear that if I had to reload, the old man might come out of the doors I'm going through and shoot me. Fortunately, that didn't happen, but there was one moment where I was very close to being shot at.

I think Green Lantern was just flying around, can't recall much because I didn't really give much devotion to recalling dreams today.

So at work (where else) I came up with a brilliant idea to fix my flying problems. You see, I often have no trouble taking off, but end up losing altitude; or find myself unable to move from vertical to horizontal flight without losing too much altitude. It's a mental issue, I know. I can't "unfeel" gravity 100%, so it continues to exist a little. So if I can't cancel it, I can at least beat it! I was in a dream a few nights ago, and found myself flying. When I remembered the trick I invented, I tried it. I pretended my hands and feet were thrusters, like on Iron Man's suit. It worked. I took off vertically, and went high. Higher than what I usually manage. And I went fast. Very fast. This experiment was a success, and I'll use that trick every time from here on out.

My dream recall seems to be pretty meh today, but oh well.

Dream 1:
Don't remember most of the dream. There was some stuff/events happening inside some sort of spaceship. Later i was at home doing stuff at my comp(I am sure there's some stuff between spaceship events and that, just can't remember it...). Then i was on the street intersection, where my mom was arguing with someone that he was driving incorrectly or something, and eventually more and more people was around and i ran away for some reason. Then i was at home again watching some videos on different PC. Something ticked me off about these videos and i was like "I must be dreaming...", and then "Wait a second...", "I am dreaming!". As i was about to do some dream stabilization i turned around and i saw chandelier that was in that room, and it was moving and felt 'alive'(seems to be recurring DC in my dreams once in a while actually). As soon as i looked at it, my vision was like i was looking from three different places at same time(trippy! hehe), and everything went dark, and then i woke up.

Note: I prolly should have done WBTB at this point, since i had like one more hour of sleep left, but i completely forgot to and instead went to sleep after writing what i could remember from that dream.

Dream 2:
There was some sort of race and apparently racers had a break so i was trying to show them what i created in fraxy. Ended up misclicking and showing someone else's creations, though eventually i did showed what i wanted to show.

Note: Don't remember much of this dream prolly because alarm woke me up, it tends to murder my dream recall at times.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Had yet another lucid dream this morning, it wasn't much this one either but still had a bit of fun.

01.30: Sleep

11.00: Sliding and flying and starting fires DILD
I'm at my friend G's mom's house. There's a candle or something on a table next to me and I'm holding a bottle of perfume. I throw the bottle at the flame and it blows up. I duck to avoid the big fireball. I throw another bottle and run for the door. The bottle explodes and the entire place is on fire. For some reason I have just managed to burn G's mom alive, she was a dice on the table (?). I follow a couple of train tracks.

I suddenly realize I'm dreaming. 'Ah good, then I don't have to worry about his mom'. I keep on following the train tracks and arrive at a small shed. I try to imagine finding a hot girl in there but when I look inside there's no one there. I usually don't have problems summoning people. I decide to stabilize the dream a bit so I rub my hands on the tracks and pick up some dirt just to feel it. Everything becomes clearer. I hear a sound nearby and look up. No one's in the shed still, but G comes walking down the tracks. I'm worried he's pissed because of his mom but he seems fine. I stand up on the tracks. "Watch this" I say and slide on them. G mimics me and soon we're going really fast. After sliding for a little while I understand that I can't go any faster. I jump and start to fly instead. I have trouble controlling the momentum but it works decently. I turn around and fly back when the dream starts to fade.

12.00: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 10½ hours

Supplements: None

That's it!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

A School Adventure

I was in a study hall I think. It wasn't exactly a class in any case. An authority figure, a woman, showed me and someone else a picture of space. It showed Earth and several other planets very close to each other. Each planet was inside of a bubble that depicted a danger zone for each planet.

Some planets were in large bubbles. This meant more danger. These planets were bunched up. These large bubbles intersected the other planets bubbles; furthermore, they indicated that they were in danger of meteors hitting them.

At this point, the person I was curled up in a spherical gel bed. He went on saying how he wasn't going to sit there and just let something bad happen. I thought his bed was a pretty good idea. It could prevent small meteorites from hitting you and killing you. I thought I might lie next to the bed for cover from one side, though I realized I could still be hit from another side.

Dream Skip

I then had an assignment from a teacher. It was to read a book and do a report on the main character--a historical figure.

I took the book and was about to study, but I asked a girl I was with to suck me for just one second. She did and I liked it. Sure, it was a stupid short blow, but IWL I subscribe to the theory that it's better to enjoy the shortest time than to not have any time at all.

I then started trying to do my report. I had a false memory that I had read the book before, but didn't remember any of it. I tried to begin reading and picking out important facts, but because I was actually dreaming, I had trouble being productive.

The End

Monkey Man

There was a man up on a house roof. He had a baseball. He didn't speak. He was like a monkey or something, though not as agile.

I asked him if I could have the ball. I thought he might get scared, but he didn't. He gave me the ball. I was so grateful that I went to find something he might like. I found a blue ball. It was like a racket-ball ball but it had parts cut out of it so you could stick your fingers through the ball.

I said, "Here, take this" or something, and threw it up to him. I didn't want to throw it at him, so I threw it to his side. He took a step or two and got it. I was happy he got it.

so this was on 12/27/2012. Just started Djing and made a new account :P I could only remember this one in bits and my dream recall has been really hazy for a while.

In the dream i got a bunch of yugioh cards which were older like from 2004 or something. I went around in my different dreams jokingly challenging people around me to yugioh or pokemon battles. I think i was in school.
I tried playing some private servers and at one point i was using expensive gear in a pvp area that looked like distorted version of falador and two rangers were teaming on me so i ran into a bank.
I also got a view of Alex B. playing some kinda shooter game, it was wierd because it felt like i was part of the screen or maybe part of the game but just watching.
At school i was in Mr.Jackson's class and i saw my name, my little brothers and Tyler R.'s name on some sort of ranking system. My name and my little brother's name were distorted or looked a little wierd or something.
I go to school late and i catch a glimpse of Mr. Forsythe at a place that kinda looked like the library except it was reversed. I then meet up with Ben D., Brad, Nick and David from our comp sci class. I challenge David? to a pokemon battle and he accepts and chooses a dragon type Pokemon(which i never get to see lmao) I decide since dragon is weak to ice i will choose a Pokemon with ice fang. I decide that a bunch of elephants which are randomly on the floor at this point(also very small for elephants shorter than me) probably have ice fang because of their teeth. While going around them i can see their stats somehow and the strongest ones all have the same stats of 189 or something like that. So i choose one, but i become scared to pick it because of its tusks. My friend Stevan k.( or maybe its Stephan can never tell with those serbs). helps me pick it and suddenly me and David are at opposite sides of the room. We throw these blue spear like figures at each other and basically ignore the elephant and the supposed dragon type Pokemon David picked. I fake aiming at my elpehant but just throw the blue thingy at David. We never hit each other because were somehow became pro dodgers. I then woke up.

12-01-2012 -- I'm running across town with Rosemary, Cheryl, and the kids, heading for Wet 'n Wild or some such place. It is the end of November or the beginning of December, and at one point we are even running through snow, but we're all in bathing suits. We're carrying a Slip 'n Slide of all things, planning to ride it down the slides to make them slide better, except eventually the kids forget about it, so I have to wrap it up and half-carry, half-drag it.

The water park is one that is very close to what I've been dreaming about the last few years, not like the ones I dreamed about decades ago, and I think it is a Disney water park, though perhaps not based on a real one. Cheryl has gotten quite a bit ahead of us, the kids are more or less with me, and Rosemary has fallen behind as we reach the place. Cheryl has already run through and paid, and we come running up, explaining we're with her. There's no problem with the kids, but me they aren't sure of. Before it can become a problem, however, the guy questioning me has disappeared, and we're inside.

We have to pass the main pool area to reach the locker areas, and the beginnings of the paths up to the water slides. There is no firm division between the male and female portions of the locker rooms, so people are just changing everywhere, and I am a little shy, but am trying to look without looking at some attractive ladies, but it doesn't yet register that this is dream stuff.

I'm heading up through the almost empty lines because we're so close to winter, until I come to the lowest of the water slides. This thing only seems to have a single loop to the slide before it drops into the water ... and when I try to ride it, the dream even skips most of that, and just drops me into the pool at the end, but it is still fun. I go up again, and slide back down again, and in the dream I am having fun, but looking back, it wasn't all that special.

At one point the slides are turning more into a log ride, and I am riding it without one of the logs, as usual. There also seems to be some guy threatening me, but I am trying to ignore him. Soon things are turning back into regular water slides.

There is some lightening and thunder, and some rain that is getting heavier and heavier, and rumors of possible flooding. I'm surprised the place is still open. Cheryl is in front of me in the lines, and disappears into the crowds, but them comes back for me. "Come on, come on," she's calling out, urging one of the kids to catch up to her, just before one of the sets of switch-backs in the lines. The kid cuts through a narrow area between the wall and the lines, but I look at it, and there is no way I'm going to have a chance to fit.

Finally I decide to give up on it, and just turn around to exit the line, but the crowds keep growing, and now I am having to kind of push my way through them even to get out. I make my way back to the locker room, and it is still sort of combined. I am glancing around to see if I can see anything nice, but I can't. Too bad, I'm thinking to myself. If I could see a little female nudity here, I would know I'm dreaming. [Conveniently forgetting the nudity I saw earlier, passing through.]

Turns out somebody got hurt, so the line quit going forward, which is why it is now backing up so quickly. There are sirens, and the paramedics are coming through with stretchers, trying to reach the person who got hurt. They push their way deeper and deeper through the crowds. Meanwhile, I am on the outermost portion of the line, and I find myself standing by a stretcher, watching it for them. The crowds are so thick, the paramedics end up passing the girl through the air over people's heads, with the crowds helping out. It seems to be a bit of a cross between Amy F. from high school, and somebody in a badly sewn Catwoman costume.

I help to position her on the stretcher, and start to move her out, figuring the paramedics will catch up with us soon, but somehow I accidentally drop her on a weird sort of elevator going back up into the ride. Darn! I wait, knowing somebody will bring her back out again, soon. There are people that I actually know in the line ... Bud DeVries from Cadets, and a couple of people from high school (including a person who was a punk in the past, but has since apologized for it, who I am being kind of snotty to).

The girl is being passed back my way, and by this point is a completely random dream character. Somehow I have now come to realize I am dreaming, so I am planning to heal the girl with a touch, and then have a little bit of naughty dream fun with her. But as she is passed nearer and nearer to me, she slowly disappears. "No big deal," I think. "I'll just find another girl to have some fun with."

I'm just starting to look for one when I run into Kevin. Unlike usual, I am actually thinking it is a good thing that his brother Dale isn't around, because I know he wouldn't approve of what I have planned. I glance up at the boat I am leaning against, and darn it, there is Dale, dressed in Runescape-like fishing gear, and fishing from the boat. I'm really disappointed because he is really straight-laced, and won't approve of me having the kind of fun I'm thinking of, even in a dream!

12-26-2012 -- [This one is interesting to me mostly because of just how much it is all over the place. It goes anywhere and everywhere ... heck of a lot of different scenes for one little dream. Unfortunately as so often, the first part is mostly gone.]

Starts out with a combination of military stuff and Harry Potter bits. I am Harry Potter, fighting off Voldemort with the help of the military. There are bits of military police, chases, guns, and faking my death, while trying to gather weapons to aid with the fighting. Lots of chasing, and some long, neat scenes that are almost entirely gone, unfortunately. And all taking part in what is turning into Boisseranc Park.

Soon I find we are exiting the park on the center road [in real life, there is only one road into the park, on the 'west' side of the property, but the road we're on is one that doesn't exist about midway between the real road and the handball courts.] As we're exiting, we have to pass through a security check point, and I am hoping the guns we have on our persons are hidden well enough to not trigger all the alarms and things. But we go through without problems.

We're in mom's green car [mom never had a green car, nor have I], just about to pass a building and turn out on the road, and mom points it out and mentions that it is Fred and George's new building, and I just lose it. For the last ten days she has pointed this out each time we drive by it [never mind this is the first time I've dreamed this] and I'm tired of it, so I get really insulting and snippy. Really obnoxious, and I feel kind of bad about it even in the dream.

Soon we're in Smith's Food King, doing some shopping, and after how I blew up, I'm afraid to try and add anything to the shopping cart because I think she is still angry at me ... but I can't resist it when I come across a couple of packages of Sanderson Farms chickens wings at .49 cents a pound, and a BOGO deal. Somebody else is commenting on it to me in an insulting way, but I just tell them it is a really good deal, and I am jumping on it!

Soon I am somewhere, probably in Florida, cooking up the wings, and there is no mom here, anymore. I am now an adult, and mom has turned into an attractive young lady who is either a partner or girlfriend. I am deep frying the wings in a fryer, and our boss comes by and is making a lot of comments about not over-cooking the chicken, so I cook it a lot less than I normally would. When I take them out of the fryer, the gal with me carries them over to our bosses car, which seems to be on a stakeout. We soon see them cooking the wings in the car, and griping about their joke backfiring. It seems they told us to cook them less as a joke, not realizing we were going to give the wings to them.

Soon we're walking along a chain-link fence, talking about the national economy, job market, politics, and how it all affects local crime, as I find myself approaching a kind of strip mall with a lot of storefronts in it, and a slight curve to the property. I am walking toward one that seems to be a Doctors office on the side, almost at closing time. There seem to be three other people walking up at the same time, and I am hoping that isn't going to mean I need to wait forever.

Thankfully the wait isn't too long, and I soon find myself buying either some real estate, or a cell phone, I'm not really sure which. They have a long contract which I am going through and reading, and there are several lines where I need to sign, some where I need to initial, and some where I need to enter in a property address or cellular number or something. But I am being given the contract and am supposed to take it home to fill in the last bit, before turning it in.

Soon I find myself at a cross between a restaurant and a nightclub being taught to sing by Mark and Luralee, in a setting that is slightly Karaoke-like, but really more profession. They are singing parts of songs, and expecting me to take over for other parts, and when I reach just the right point, I am belting out the last few lines as well, and as powerfully as Luralee used to do at Preston's. I am amazed, and figure I must have gotten over my voice problem! [Actually, I don't think Luralee sang that one. I think that one was one that Claudia did, later.]

12/26/12

Bed Time: 12:00 AM
Waking Time: 6:00 AM

Unfortunately last night my insomnia decided to rear its ugly face. Pity because I was going quite a long time without it. Even though I went to bed at 12:00 I was tossing and turning for quite a while afterwards. When I woke up at 6:00 I was dead tired, and couldn't remember any dreams. I decided to fall back asleep and see what happens.

Nap: ~6:15
Waking Time: ~7:45

I have vague recall of this dream, mainly a fragment.
Fragment #1: I walk with my friend J into his apartment (it is not his actual apartment, but it is in the same complex). The room we enter is scattered and unorganized. Papers of all sorts (mail, magazines, newspaper, ect.) cover the floor, and the whitewashed walls are dimly lit by a small yellow hanging light. There's a small glass table topped with littered ashtrays and we both sit down. He pulls out a bag of meth from his pocket, and I guess today I'm feeling rather ballsy because I tell him we should smoke it.

I find doing drugs in dreams very, very unusual. The effects of the drugs are unlike their real-life counterparts, and they are obviously much shorter-acting (being that one has a limited time in a dream).

After taking an acrid, sulfurous hit from a small, glass pipe, I feel a tingling sensation lurch my body over like a strong, ocean wave. We both stop moving or talking for a minute, taking hits from the pipe, just staring at eachother. I say "Wow", over and over again, the only thing I guess I can say. Suddenly there is a commotion outside, and as we go out to investigate my recall starts to fade.

The dream does not end however, I have strange curios of memory left from what happened after we exited the apartment. I have an image of walking downstairs, entering someone else's apartment, and meeting someone with a very large, developed beard. I remember jumping out of his window for some reason. Hmm, who knows, wish I had better recall under fatigue.

Well that's that, this dream wasn't what I would call a lucid dream. In my lucid dreams I generally try to exercise some of my stored up magickas rather than doing boring stuff I could do in real life , in my next dream I want to end up on a Pacific Island, and perform a ritual with the natives there, I feel that would be fun and exciting. Until next time

-- Adi

12-27-2012 -- [This goes back to some old dreams from growing up. Had hundreds of dreams like this, but almost never anymore. But I did this morning!]

First bit I can remember (might not even be same dream) I am at a repair shop where they have been looking at my scooter. I have already paid $170 in advance, and am worried about how much more I might need, because I'm out of work and really don't have any money. Thankfully, the guy has finished all repairs, and was easier than he though, and he gives me $70 of my money back! Yeah!

Soon I am a teen or even a little kid, downstairs at Sears in the Buena Park Mall. This is in the old days, before construction and things, back when the candy counter was downstairs. I am in the portion of the store where both the escalators and a stairway came down, near the pay phones and perhaps restrooms (can't remember the layout as well after so much time). There was more to this early part than I can remember, but I think I was here playing video games with Nick. (Full size machines, not the Atari games.)

At some point, I went up to the ground floor (the other floor at Sears was a lower level), and then was thinking of going back downstairs to meet my friend again. Problem is, I am standing at the escalators, ready to head down, but they've blocked off the down escalator. There are a couple of people running down the up escalator, but with my bad leg, I don't think I'd have much luck doing that, anymore. But I really want to get down there again.

Suddenly I remember the staircase also going down that is just around the corner, so I walk over to it and use it. I get halfway down, and I reach a section of the stairway that is damaged, and much more difficult to cross, but I manage without too much trouble. As I get down to the lower level, I find myself looking at a low planter of sorts (only about two bricks tall) with very light brush / landscaping in it, and among the landscaping, balloons, balloon hats, and perhaps my shows and socks (which for a moment may also be made of balloons.) I start gathering my stuff together, and I have got one shoe and put it on.

I find a basic helmet hat I had made, and somehow Nick had either made or found a cool shark balloon that he had somehow merged with the helmet hat to make a cool, more advanced version of Mark Byrne's shark hat. I am still trying to find my other shoe, and deciding I don't really have any need for any of the other balloons right now. I hear voices coming down the escalator, and find there was nothing wrong with the down escalator, they had just blocked it off because it was near closing, and they didn't want anymore people going downstairs.

It turns out it is store security on the escalator, and they are griping and complaining about having to clear out the store, and troublesome customers and the like. Very soon they are pressuring me to leave. I explain I am gathering my stuff (my current gray towel as well as shoes and socks), and I am still waiting for a friend, but it is changing from Nick to Rosemary [my current real life landlord] and some of her family. But they are pressuring me, so I take the escalator upstairs again. When I get upstairs, half the lights are off, so its kind of dim, and obviously the store has already closed.

I approach the northeast corner of the store (my northeast, since my sense of direction was off, due to a bad compass, the entire time I lived in Buena Park) and though I am not being pushed out the door right this second (the store security is still clearing the lower level) I exit a set of doors right by the corner, but facing Stanton, and find it is twilight outside, and it is snowing. I am pretty sure it is about 9 pm, and Sunday, and most of the mall closed hours ago, and Sears at least an hour ago. [In the summer it would be possible it could still be twilight at 9 pm, but in the winter it would have been pitch black.]

I thought Rosemary was right behind me, but she doesn't come out for a while. I look around for a bit, and eventually go looking for her car in the parking lot, a green Dodge Dart-type vehicle (think Chris V.) but a convertible with the roof down. I manage to find the car, and Rosemary's cell phone in it. I grab the cell phone, and with still no sign of Rosemary, start walking back to the doors I exited from.

Oddly I find the same set of doors unlocked, so I pull one open and walk back in, planning to head back to the escalators, but I hear people coming, and find I'm being yelled at by both security and store management, so I head out the doors again hoping that I didn't get myself in big trouble, didn't trigger an alarm, and thinking to myself that if they don't lock the doors they can't really blame me for coming back in.

The store just has too many doors, and I have no way of knowing for sure where Rosemary will come out [the building had three sides facing the parking lot, as well as one side leading into the mall, and I think each side had three sets of four doors, so that's a lot of exits], so as I worry of missing her, I think of calling her on the cell phone I took out of her car. The problem is, it is a fancy advertising model, oddly shaped, and styled with the Mountain Dew logo on it. Both the talk and the off buttons are hidden within the logo and hard to find. Further, I realize I don't know her phone number, and I can't find it in the phone's contact list, because she doesn't call herself much. [My mind never thinks of the fact that she can't answer if I am calling her on her phone, anyway.]

I give up on the phone, but about that time I spot her, walking through the parking lot, almost at the car. I think she has two kids with her, and I am guessing one of them is Lexi, though she looks thinner than she is now. But I am realizing if I am a young kid, she probably hasn't been born yet, and it is probably Cheryl instead. I don't want to miss my ride, so I start hurrying out toward the car, but Rosemary has already got it started up. She is heading toward me, approaching one of the little traffic lanes in the parking lot, but before I can reach her, she starts to turn.

Because I am a kid, I haven't met her yet, and so she doesn't recognize me or pay any attention when I call out to her. I wave at her, and she just waves back. I try and call out I have something for her, and reach into my jacket pocket to bring out her cell phone, but the male kid in the car (probably Jeffrey) cries out "He's going for a gun," and Rosemary floors it and is gone. Guess I can't get her cell phone back to her. I call after her, but it does no good. Guess I have to walk home.

So I slowly start walking along the side of the mall, heading for the May Company end, when I find myself being forced by traffic out to La Palma on an odd curving exit that didn't exist in the real mall parking lot. I also find myself turning into Lennier from Babylon 5, but a quite young Lennier, probably a mid-teen. The traffic is too heavy for me to find a way to cross, and there is the slightest hint of the Circus, like when Circus Vargas would use the parking lot.

Suddenly I find myself confronted by Michael Garibaldi, and we are in the bowels of Babylon 5, which is being constructed in the Buena Park Mall, and Garibaldi wants to know what I am doing here! Me, I'm just a Minbari wandering the mall parking lot, walking home in a small Earth community in the 1980s. No wonder he didn't believe me! He's being kind of threatening, when suddenly big parts of the structure around us seem to almost be collapsing down on us, with razor-like metal claws slicing out of the metal inches from our heads.

We're dodging around, trying to keep both our heads while Garibaldi is screaming something like "They promised me this had been taken care of!" and as things finally seem to be settling, and I have survived intact, I glance at a couple of sets of claws, and kind of flip them further forward, where they lock in place, and secure the beams they are parts of. As I have done this, more and more of the claws are kind of clicking into place, and it begins to seem the entire problem with things collapsing is they never locked these things in place.

We soon find ourselves in a mall-style utility corridor, but in the station, not in the mall, and we're walking to Garibaldi's office, past a couple of Londo's Centauri dancers. Somehow I say something kind of flirty to them, and wildly out of character for a Minbari, and dead silence falls for a few seconds, giving the scene a chance to finish, and finally everybody (including me) breaks into hearty laughter. The others are thinking it is just odd enough that it might be left in the episode, and I am thinking to myself that this acting gig is kind of neat, even if I am a teen again, and I might want to do it as a career.

But moments later, it is back to a real space station being built in the parking lot, and Garibaldi is escorting me out a door back to said parking lot. As we step out, though, I hear the 'dut dut dut dut dut dut dut dut' sound of bionic power being shown, and Sasquatch from the Six Million Dollar Man goes running past. Lou Ferrigno's Incredible Hulk falls out of the sky like he is completing some 100 meter jump, and the two start fighting on the back of a flatbed truck. Garibaldi thumps the back of the truck as a signal to the driver, and he starts to drive off with the behemoths still fighting on the back.