non-lucid

Date of Dream: FRI 30 JUN - 2017



Dream No. 143 - Teacher Festivities

I don't remember the exact order of events in this dream. From where I can remember, there were all these Killester girls over at my old house. They were playing with all these stuffed toys and throwing them around the place like little kids would typically do. Then Mr H came in and he had this shop bought packet of 36 cakes. He was claiming to give 1 to each girl.

The dream scene then skipped to mum giving me money so I could afford to buy a drink because I was going somewhere. When I got into the service station, I realised I didn't have enough money for anything. She have me $2.00 and the cost of a strawberry milk was $6.48 and so I left the place with nothing. I returned to my dad's car where he and this TAFE teacher were waiting for me to get in. That's all I can remember in regards to this dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

Walking

Had a dream about walking my dog in Chilliwack. My vision zooms out and I see that I have dyed light green hair. For some reason I am excited about it.

strange

FA, I'm in a bedroom that I feel is in Bjork's house. I'm watching a TV where there is a show about a half retarded black woman with a microphone in front of her and she can't even say words just makes goofy sounds and faces.

In front of me on the bed are strewn notebooks of Bjork's her dream journals. I leaf through one and find she dreams abut pokemon a lot. At least there are lots of drawings of pokeballs.


I leave the house and wind up at Gary's house. In there is a woman like the one I seen on TV. and the people around her are wondering where she came from. I go to leave and outside the glass door I see bjork coming down the street, I open the door and say referring to the weird woman, "TV executives hired her for something." That's all I say I walk past bjork but she hardly acknowledges me.

Five young men are at some public meeting place, where a sixth man pisses them off so much, they decide to kill him, and they take him to an isolated room on the second floor.

One of them starts having doubts, but the others are so eager, he tries to hide his feelings on the matter while stalling for time.
After five hours of waiting, the others are growing impatient.
"This could have been done in thirtyfive minutes", one of them complains.

To have something to do, they entertain themselves with numerous sadistic games, for example a drawn out torture of a frog. The guy has reached his limit, and leaves the company, but every now and then, he climbs up to the open window to the room the others are in, closes it so that they can't reach him, and curses at them through the pane. Then he goes home and hugs his little sister. This goes on for some days.

One day when he looks through the window, one of his friends meets his gaze and takes a bite from the aforementioned frog, that turns out to be made out of marzipan. The gang opens the window and lets the guy in, and they tell him everything was an act; it was a psychological test. At first, they say, they were disappointed in him, but when he finally had enough and left, they were proud of him. The guy says nothing, and faints.

Waking up, he finds himself in a hospital bed. On a shelf next to the bed is the marzipan frog, its legs sloppily re-attached to its body. His friends hug him, tell him they are sorry, and ask if there is anything they can do for him to forgive him. He says he'll forgive them if they become his slaves for a year.

Finally, the guy is sitting alone at a table in a bar, and he seems a bit down. Then his friends come to the table, glasses of beer in their hands, and the guy puts on a smile and cheers with them.

Morning of July 6, 2017. Thursday.

Dream #: 18,462-02. Reading time: 42 sec.



In the first segment of my dream, Zsuzsanna and I are hugging and kissing in bed, in the King Street mansion (not a factor of our waking life as Zsuzsanna has never been to America) in the east middle apartment. The bed is perpendicular (its head north instead of east) to where it had been in waking life.

As I walk in the hall to go downstairs, I realize I am only wearing my left shoe. I repeat my routine of returning to the room and putting my shoes on until I see I am wearing both shoes.

Leonard is in his room at the end of the hall. He seems cheerful and appears as he was in the 1980s. He refers to me as his son John. (I had been wearing pants in bed in my dream, probably related to another part of the poem Leonard references, “Went to bed with his trousers on.” Another line is “One shoe off, and the other shoe on.”)

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“Diddle, Diddle, Dumpling, My Son John” was the influence of this dream.

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The Shadow Man

Me and some girl was running from the shadows. The Shadow Man can come up from any shadow and hurt you.
We ended up at a house. The people were kind.
A group of teens and kids went into a garage, I thought 'Oh no'
There's shadows all around in the garage, the Shadow Man came out and sliced someone in the throat.
We escaped and either me or the one girl 'killed' the Shadow Man, but it doesn't matter...he can come back via other
shadows.
I was told to get sent back to where ever I was staying, one of the kids that was in the garage comes with and is in
the car. I thought this was like a Telltale game decision, your choices don't matter in the end.

I don't know what to title This

I was at home, it was the morning, I was talking to my Dad. He asked what I wanted for breakfast.
Later I told him the bald guy next door took all of our medicine, saying We don't need it.
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I think I had other dreams but there was a three loud bangs, it was from a really close Thunderstorm. I forgot if I had
any dreams but I had those two so at least I got something written down.
July 5th, 2017

I'm sitting in my parents living room, in my usual spot. It's late afternoon and sun outside is getting softer. It's making for some beautiful scenery as mature, big trees and their leaves are of with all colors plus golden from the sun. I pull out my iphone and start taking pictures.

Now I'm in the kitchen, and similar, beautiful trees in late afternoon sun. I grab my iphone and my regular camera, wanting to take pictures with both and compare. See if iphone makes any good pictures compared to the other one. So I walk out to the balcony to have a clear shot without window glass. My dad is there saying he was about to have a smoke, if I don't mind doing it later. I leave without a word, knowing that later will not work, because sun is going down.


I'm outside, the apocalypse is happening. The ground is shaking, buckling, ripping, lava coming out. Cool : D

2017, 07-05

Shot Down

I am at work and it seems like a normal day. I am not at my waking life job, instead I am at a job I had quite a while back doing data entry. I work in a government office in a large room with many other people. My ex-boyfriend James works there with me and he is sitting just a few desks away. I’m not happy about having to work at the same place as him, it feels so awkward, but I need the job so there’s nothing to be done for it for now. I have to go use the bathroom, so I get up from my desk and try to get to the restroom as quietly as possible, though I’m not sure why I saw the need for such secrecy. James sees me going and says hi to me, completely foiling my attempt at stealth. I walk the rest of the way to the restroom normally only to find an Out Of Order sign hanging on the door.

I still have to use the restroom, and I’m sure I’ve seen another one somewhere. I continue down the hall. I wander quite a ways away from my work area and in an area that is more of a warehouse than an office. I don’t pay much attention to the change of scenery, I keep looking. I find a restroom but when I go in I see that the toilets are right out in the open, there are no stalls. No privacy at all. I don’t want to go there in case someone comes in so I keep going out the door at the other end of the room.

Now I’m outside at what looks like some kind of loading dock. There are trucks parked along the building. I look around for a restroom. A man gets out of a truck and asks what I’m doing here. I say I’m looking for a restroom. He pulls out a machine gun and aims it at me. I’m not lucid, and I step back in surprise. I tell him I’ll look elsewhere. I turn to leave too quickly and I fall on my face. I hear the gun cock and I roll over to raise my hands in a “don’t shoot” gesture but he’s already shooting. I feel numerous bullets tearing my body apart, but I don’t feel it as pain. I just feel some pressure where the bullets hit. Everything is fading to black and I wonder if I will wake up on the other side, dead in this world. But when the dark becomes complete I just wake up.

In my dream I was looking at some sketches I've made (they look much better than what I can do in real life) and I pointed out that my favorite one was a fake Pokemon that looked like my Original Character turned into a Pokemon, he waas a spirit of the forest, kindo f like a nymph, or maybe an alraune. Of course he's cute. I was also walking in a big wooden house, or maybe a building for some other purpose rather than an abode. It might even be multi-level. It is bordered by trees all around.

We were all outside at my current home, mom, me, D and C. Near the storage shed and to the right of that was a tunnel, which lead to three other tunnel entrances. Mom wanted us to go inside, something about finding something in there. The task had been passed off to me by my brothers, so I was decided which entrance to go through. C was going on about how he thought I already knew which entrance to take, so he was ready to go inside himself. D was just hanging back watching, when I looked back to see mom she vanished. Just kinda disappeared in a fast disintegration, this caught everyone's attention for the moment until I spotted a small sturdy card paper floating down to the ground. Upon inspection of the card paper it had information about mythology, greek I believe. After passing that on to my brothers, we all decided we'd all go in together. The guys went in first while I searched for a flashlight, a lighting strike and drops of rain fell, I picked a heavy flashlight to follow them in with. C went first, D went second and I shined the flashlight over their heads and went last. C said I'd be their eyes and as we went further into the light dirt tunnel, we came across a light up ahead. I shined the flashlight toward the entrance to the new room where the light was and saw our cat Jeester, except he was bigger like a bobcat, I mentioned that mom must of been here(he's her favourite cat and she's his favourite human). When we got close we saw he was near a recently doused fire, some smoke was still coming out from it. Jeester growled and hissed weirdly at us, like he was possessed. C went forward and tried to catch him but Jeester bounded away and lept over a fence, C of course followed and D and I were left alone. I went over to where the light was, a desk infront the fabric covered tall fence had a chicken heat lamp with yellow light streaming out from it. It didn't look like it was plugged in anywhere, atleast not anywhere that I could see in the dim light of the room, I was also more interested in the two little flashlights on the desk. Mine had been flickering so I commented outloud that we needed a new one, the first one I tried was black but didn't work. The second one was green, I was going to try it but got distracted by the notes on the desk written on the same card paper and near a book. Then I went to the fireplace and held my hand over the remaining smoke, it felt like someone blowing on my palm. D and I went past the giant roots acting as a partition between the desk and the entrance, here we saw a lower fence and leaned on it as we looked into the new setting. The setting past the fences was my old home's backyard, the fences were the same ones we put up when we lived there and even the house was still there. We saw C still trying to find Jeester and then I for some reason had a random thought of someone hugging me from behind, I stuck my butt out and tried to imagine what that would be like. I tried to stay in the dream as long as possible but sadly I woke up.

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Fines

I was at school by the attendance office it looked a bit different, there was this black stand with a bag on top of it.
My teacher Ms.K grabbed the bag and it had the year books, I thought I should get one but I'd have to pay off my fines
first that I have, a 30 dollar fine and a 10 dollar fine. I could try and manage it.

Truth or Die

I was in a Bathtub or something similar to it.
There was an AI similar to the one from Portal, there were other people in other bathtubs.
It was a 'Game Show' you tell the truth and you don't die or suffer other consequences.
The AI asked one chick if this Orange Push-Pop was what she used to 'Clean' her teeth?
The chick had a minute to answer, there was silence. The last couple seconds she admitted "Yes."
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I didn't have that much dreams today, also they weren't that memorable. Happy 4th of July
July 4th, 2017

I was in my 6th grade band hall and my biology teacher was there. Our assignment was to make music (Like, an actual full-fledged song) with a music app. I came up with a pretty awesome rhythm and I was astonished. I put the volume up higher but my biology teacher gave me a look and I put the volume back down.

There were other kids in the dream too. I was largely alone while other kids were in large groups even though it was a solo project. At least my brain got that right. Anyway, the dream transitioned to me sitting in the back of my parents' car trying to come up with a good beat. I found one but I woke up shortly afterward.

I was in my 6th grade band hall and my biology teacher was there. Our assignment was to make music (Like, an actual full-fledged song) with a music app. I came up with a pretty awesome rhythm and I was astonished. I put the volume up higher but my biology teacher gave me a look and I put the volume back down.

There were other kids in the dream too. I was largely alone while other kids were in large groups even though it was a solo project. At least my brain got that right. Anyway, the dream transitioned to me sitting in the back of my parents' car trying to come up with a good beat. I found one but I woke up shortly afterward.

06-03-2017 -- This one was from a month ago, jotted it down immediately, but didn't have time to get it on the computer until now. Much of the earliest bits have faded, but I am probably Harry Potter, judging by much of the stuff that comes later. It is late at night and I am trying to get some sleep, but I am rooming with a slightly stuck up but more or less OK Draco Malfoy. So while I am looking for a little bit of private relaxation time before falling asleep, Draco has been getting more and more into muggle electronics, so wants my help setting up his TV, cable box, DVD, video game systems and so on. So I'm kind of half-assing it, hoping in the process he doesn't stumble across porn and go nuts about it.

I've got most of the stuff at least partly hooked up when somebody new wanders in and notices that his VCR doesn't have the cable channels tuned in, so he's only getting 6 or 7 broadcast channels, and the new guy starts to correct that, and is also showing him how to hook up and use his CB radio. Since he's now got other help, I'm more than happy to just turn around and head to bed.

The next thing I know, I find I'm in a new circumstance that relates to several past dreams, including the Doctor Who/BtVS dream of a few months ago, and many others, including various secret passage dreams and more. I find myself outside an old three or four story house that I think I fought a plant in during another dream I can't find to link to, and I have a lot of memories of the last time I was here, and the things I had to do, but not exactly, or in what order, so I'm still having to puzzle a lot of it out.

I start on the West side of the house, can't say what floor, but I'm kind of looking in a window at a room where the mom has fallen through a trap door in the floor (and possibly also time ala the Tonks scene in the above Doctor Who dream) to a lower dungeon-style room. The thing is, she'll need to be rescued on that floor (and in that time), not through the trap door she fell through. Meanwhile, though I should only have a limited view through the window, I can somehow see all kinds of people wandering up and down stairways throughout the house, though they should be out of sight, and quite possibly in other times. Strange.

I move along the back side of the house, the area that most seems like the plant-fighting area, then I find myself in a hallway along the East side of the house, and there are ghosts wandering through the area, some helping and some hindering the regular people. At first I seem to be one of the ghosts, but as time goes on, I become more and more solid. Meanwhile, I am trying to use my half-remembered knowledge from previous dreams to help the regular people solve the 'puzzle' (it's all feeling kind of like a hidden object game), and am giving instructions. I point to one ghost in a room next to the corridor, and ask it to grab some tools and bring it to me.

I realize almost immediately that this is unlikely to work. The ghost is probably not going to be able to pick up the tools, because it is a ghost. But it might be able to pick them up if that room is in the same time as the ghost, but even if it can pick them up, it probably won't be able to take them out of the room, and finally, if it did get them out of the room, then the tools would probably be insubstantial to me, so I probably wasted my time making the request. The ghost grabs the tools, and starts to bring them to me, but as it passes through the doorway, the door slams shut, and I figure the tools remain in the room. But no, the ghost kept them and brought them to me, and I found I was able to hold them, so that's why I figured I must be a ghost, too, at this point.

I follow the East corridor to a large room at the back of the house, where there are a lot of people and ghosts around, and a lot of junk to possibly sort through. One of the ghosts is an old-fashioned housekeeper dressed in the appropriate garb, and looking just like Hermione Baddeley as the housekeeper in Mary Poppins. The room is one where I found Luna Lovegood in another time trap in a different dream, but this time there is no sign of her. Instead it is a long room with piles of junk to actually climb over, and some broken and damaged walls being guarded by an angry and dangerous tiger, who has several tiny ghost tiger cubs in the area. I suddenly manage to remember that I have to find some balls of ghost food to feed the ghost tiger cubs to be able to get by the real tiger.

I ask the housekeeper to hand me the box full of food balls, and I start trying to toss them across the room into the cubs' food bowls, but being ghostly balls, they have no mass, so don't toss well. First I try to help them along by blowing on them, and it helps a little, but not enough. Finally I just throw the entire box of food, which gives it just enough mass to reach the other side of the room, and get a little bit of food in all five bowls. So I carefully creep past the ghost kittens, and the live tiger leaves me alone, and I crawl over more of the stuff, getting nearer and nearer to the ceiling, where I find a sort of secret passage way. It looks like there is a wall, but it's an illusion, and you can move right through it.

I crawl up into a hallway on the floor above, and again I can remember it from other dreams (but not any particular dream the I can link to). I am now in a medium-length corridor. I crawled up through a passage at the floor level, and I know that there is another passage directly across from it at ceiling level, but it seems whatever point I have arrived at, we either have not yet found the step-ladder that we'll need to climb to reach the ceiling passage, or we haven't moved it here yet.

There are doors at both ends of the hallway. The end close to the two secret passages is behind me, and it doesn't seem important. It is probably the first way we entered the hallway, early on in things. I seem to remember the door at the other end of the hallway being locked, and we have to pick the lock. I send my friend off to find the step-ladder, and head to the door at the end of the corridor, just to find it is already unlocked, so we must have already gotten that step taken care of.

Spoiler for Humor and Sex:

I open the door to somehow find myself on the floor, looking into a bathroom. There are three stalls in front of me, and being on the floor, I can see two sets of legs in the first stall, and one pair of legs in the third stall. I recognize those legs and that skirt. It's my girlfriend, Hermione Granger. (Remember, in this dream I'm Harry Potter.) I walk up to the stall right as she opens it and begins to step out. I gently push her back in, give her a passionate kiss, and start feeling her up. She asks me "Is this really the time?" but I don't stop. I gently push her down, pull down her panties, and start eating her out, and she begins to moan.

By this time, the stalls have turned sort of transparent, and we can see the two girls in the stall on the end who are making out (and getting more active as they hear Hermione moaning), and there is another guy standing outside the stalls, watching us as well. I ignore all of them, and just keep on with what I'm doing, enjoying myself immensely. About this time, a ghost drifts into the room.

She is an early ancestor of Hermione's, from perhaps Edwardian times, and is wearing an outfit that looks like one of the Main Street costumes from the Disneyland is Your Land stage show, except instead of being bright red, white and blue, it is in muted shades of brown. The ghost is supposed to come in and start ranting at Hermione about something, and she is just starting her rant when she notices what is going on. "Wha ... what are you ...? Is he ...?" She breaks from the script with "Don't let him get away, girl ... he's a keeper!" Meanwhile, I'm dropping my own pants and pulling her down on me to ever more moans. Very pleasant dream.

06-30-2017 -- Three tonight, all rather fragmenty. (Well, some of them are longer fragments than usual, but I'm still lumping them together.) Third starts (as far as I can remember) at the BP Nazarene church. I'm poking about a little, but some people are giving me some hassles, so I just walk away, down Page, then the side street that takes me out near Orangethorpe. Somehow I walk down the block a bit further, until I turn the corner onto another street, heading back toward Page (Stanton, perhaps.) By this point it is getting a little strange, because I seem to be laying out route lines in Locomotion, putting in tram stops about every four spaces.

Soon I am hitching a ride from Carl Baumer, Starting from next to where the first route ended, heading across and down another side street to Page, ending at a shopping center where I am asking Carl to drop me off. He thinks it is to go to a tire company, but I don't really know what business I am looking for here. I just know I am looking to start a third route where the first ended and the second started, this one going down to Page, then to the right, until it largely completes the pattern I've been setting up.

I am also pausing, glancing around, at an auto repair place I've seen in many dreams that has gotten constantly worse at fixing problems or selling me good cars and cycles, and glancing at a spot in the middle where I am trying to place a station, but having problems of getting it to place, and then finding I'm placing the wrong thing, and its an ad or something, instead of a tram stop.

Don't know how the change happens, but the next thing I know, I'm now driving Uber (no idea what vehicle) and have a little old lady in my car who is telling me to ignore the GPS and just follow her directions. She must know what she is doing, because following her instructions, I now find myself driving her through the Fantasyland paths at the Magic Kingdom, where you can't usually take cars.

But about the time we reach the Hub, it has changed to where I am pushing the lady around in a Publix shopping cart, and I stop and remove her because I think Disney will object to people using Publix carts on their property. I am trying to explain this to the lady (hoping she won't object, because a young family has already taken the cart and loaded their two young girls in it), but she's like "Of course, now come on, we're going to miss the Wild West Show," leading me over into Frontierland.

As we walk along, the speakers are making odd announcements about people dying, and lawyers, and other strange things that have no place in a Disney park. Continuing along (now back in the car) we are passing Margaret, who I am surprised is still alive (its been a long time), and I roll down a window to call out hello to her, but she turns her nose up and ignores me. I think about making a comment about ol' Laser Lips.

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06-30-2017 -- Somehow playing around with (and building) some sort of rolling marble game, where I am trying to tilt a board to make a marble reach different points. There is a tiny hint of stuff about the TARDIS, and patterns painted on the board in a strange red ink that appears and disappears, depending on where you are in the game, and hints of buses or trains as well.

Somehow I then find myself standing around at Knott's Berry Farm, late at night. I don't seem to be really doing anything, so I may be security or something. Vince Williams is here, and is speaking to me about two things. The first is that his van is locked in the parking lot, and there is no way to get it out. (There is a pole system something like the one used at House of Imports), and it seems they lock the parking lot up at night, but don't warn the employees of that fact. The second is that he is muttering something about idiots who set up the bus systems where two buses run in opposite directions on the same street, but each has a different route number. I think about explaining I laid out the system, and it was just coincidence that the two routes are running on the same street, so they shouldn't have the same number, but I don't really feel like bothering.

Meanwhile, I say I think we can get him out of the lot, and I grab a sort of crowbar that is sitting around in the warehouse I am guarding, and approach the pole gate. I remember from my time with House of Imports, a locking system where the crowbar releases a latch within the pole that allows you to open the gate (the real system was nothing like this), and I've soon popped the latch and let Vince out. He's rather happy. Myself, I am hoping I haven't triggered any alarms or gotten myself in trouble.

Anyway, he's driven off, and nothing has happened to me, and I soon find myself in Rosemary's place, and Vince, who is another of the roommates shows up. It is now a day later, and I want to ask him about the situation, and if he got in any trouble the next day, but don't want to tell anyone of the situation, so I'm like "What about ... was there any ...?" "Nope. No mention of it." Meanwhile, I seem to be eating a piece of hard lasagna noodle with spaghetti sauce spread on it, and when Rosemary walks in and sees it, she is freaking out. As I said, only fragments tonight.

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06-30-2017 -- First one is even more fragmented. I am in a warehouse, working security, but it is late at night and dark, and most of the staff has already left, so I am trying to watch something a bit sexy on TV. Unfortunately, there seem to be a few people who are working all night long, and I feel like they are trying to spy on me, so I turn the TV off. A couple of the guys are being rude and obnoxious, saying odd things, making odd threats. It kind of reminds me of Ray Burke a bit, but seemed more wrong and threatening.

Somehow I more or less think I am dreaming, but can't think of any way to test it, so I am kind of wandering around, feeling up the occasional attractive female if I can find her alone, but not daring to be too pushy about it, since I am not sure I am dreaming. One girl is pleasuring a guy, so I pull her skirt down, planning to do a bit of pleasuring, myself, only to find under her skirt is a bit of a metal chassis, rather than legs and human skin and stuff. Very strange.

07-03-2017 -- I'm headed to the Adventurers Club for the evening, as I always do, and have a small part to play in the show (kind of like Margaret had one line she always threw in at Preston's, just to give them the start of a joke, if nobody else did), but tonight it seems someone is missing, and Graham decides to use me to solve the problem. He grabs me, pulls me back stage, and starts throwing me into a costume, planning to make me a larger part of the show.

Meanwhile, I am being forced to swap out some of my regular clothes for the costume parts, and getting ready, and I run into Anne (who is doing Pamelia for the first part of the night), who sees I am helping out, and decides to apologize for the way she's been acting to me the last few years, which kind of blows my mind. Anyway, I'm now dressed in a bit of a pirate costume, and am being dragged through some of the backstage passages and the off-limits cast elevator that I've known from multiple past dreams, while I'm keeping my head down so that the wide-brimmed hat I'm wearing hides my face, in case the Disneyland supervisor who was always trying to cause me trouble happened to be around.

Anyway, I'm walking along with several of the guys, including Glenn, Jay, Karl, and Joe (as well as Graham). I soon find myself being kind of forced into the Beezel 'mask' and being told to read the prompts that are being projected in front of me, but the mask is blocking my vision almost entirely, so I just can't read it, and I'm stumbling along, which is ruining the show. They pull me out, and ridicule me slightly, but it's still friendly and good-natured, and they just cancel that Treasure Room show.

I'm trying to get back out of the mask and ready for the Hoopla, but unfortunately it is taking time, and I end up missing it. I'm just reaching the area when the other performers come running backstage. It must be some sort of Halloween show or something, because all the ladies are kind of half-wrapped up in bandages and wet plaster, and Fairies (one of the female performers whose name I don't know, but she used to sing a song about fairies in her garden) is kind of freaking out an urging people to get the stuff off of her. It seems she is kind of claustrophobic or something, and having all this stuff stuck on her is really difficult for her. I'm commenting on not having realized just how much the ladies had to deal with, while wondering what happened to Anne, since Fairies only plays the Pamelia role.

Soon we're all back in the dressing room, and I'm being told to take off all the costume bits, including the slightly lacy/ruffled undershirt that was comfortable enough that I forgot I was wearing it. Meanwhile, it seems the female performers wanted to thank me for helping out today, so they all decided to flash me for just an instant, but somehow I just knew what they were going to do, and at that particular moment it didn't feel right, so I turned around at just the right moment to miss it. Meanwhile, I'm still struggling to get out of my tights. Sheesh!

Soon we're all in our street clothes, and ready to exit the dressing room, and moving on we're going to have to pass through a gauntlet of fans, and the others have decided to stop and pose for some photos, just so they can pull me into them and make sure I'm credited for my evening's work, seeming to not realize how much I have having my picture taken. Meanwhile, I somehow have a basketball in my shirt, and I am trying to get rid of it. I pose in the back, where I am mostly blocked by the others, and give a little wave at people, and then we're about to move on, heading to the employee exit. The problem is, I glance down at my feet and realize I have no shoes or socks. I must have left them in the dressing room. I tell the others I'll be right back.

So I make it back to the dressing room, and I manage to quickly find both my shoes and one sock. But the other one is missing. They are the short ankle socks, in the dark grays. I also explain to Andre, the wardrobe guy, why I am back, and that I am not trying to steal any of the costume bits, just get my shoes. Soon I'm heading back out, and trying to catch up with all the others. I hurry through a backstage section that I am not at all familiar with, and eventually catch up with a couple of the ladies in a bit of an obstacle course kind of area, and they are forcing me to swing on a bit of a trapese (half trapese, half zip line) to cross the room. Since it is only about a foot above the floor, it is no big deal, but I land on a trap door which drops me down to the next room, so its still a bit startling.

In the new room, the third female performer is complaining that the other two forced me into using that method of getting through the room before I was ready, and goes back to give them a piece of her mind. Meanwhile, I continue forward through what almost seems to be a warehouse of magical props, as I am glancing at sponge balls and colorful cups and linking rings and scarves and the rest. Cool dream, overall.