The Labrynth of the Mind

I have a vague memory of doing a reality check during a dream, and counting only 9 fingers. I can't remember anything else about that one.

The Fashion Show

I am at my old high school. This building is a lot bigger though. There is a fashion show going on, in which there are a lot of nice looking girls. I spend some time hanging out with them, and it becomes some kind of computer program where I complete certain tasks to get points. For example, I talk to a girl and get an amount of points, then I take her out and get some more points. Eventually I have enough points to "buy" a girlfriend. Oh yeah, the "points" are also pickled jalapeno peppers, if that makes any sense at all.

After the flirting/dating/computer game/ jalapenos/ experience, I go to find a bathroom. There is one down the hall on my left. I look at the sign to see if it is the men's or women's, but it is difficult to read. I can see the word "men's" I think. I walk in, and enter the area with stalls. An older woman comes walking out, and looks at me funny. Realizing my mistake, I quickly leave. Examining the sign on my way out, I see that it actually says "women's" but the "wo" part is wearing off.

Smoking Grandfather

We go to visit my grandfather. He has a lung ailment, but has taken up smoking. He seems to think that chain smoking will help him feel better. We try to convince him that it is suicidal for him to do this, but he claims the cigarettes are harmless. He offers my brother and myself a smoke.

Walking around the top of some mall, my mother and I discuss why my grandfather thinks smoking would make him feel better. I say it is becuase nicotine numbs the nerve endings in his lungs, making them feel better.

I try to convince my grandfather to stop, but instead he just stops taking his pills.

The Drinking Contest

I am in a Dairy Queen. They are having an advertizement for new treats in their freezer (I mean the advertizement is in the freezer; it's a live action commercial).

"You've seen all these old treats" says the narrator. "Remember when this was new?" They show some things like an ice cream cake and a Dilly Bar, as well as some frozen canned whipped cream I have never seen before. "But now it's just the same old same old. Well, there's a new treat in town!" The other things are pushed aside, and a giant cake is dropped down, taking their place. It is green, and covered in lots of icing. Upon it's being sliced open, it is found to be filled with frozen coconut filling.

"Just in time for the Super Bowl, it's a -- Day Cake! [the -- was some name like McNabb, I don't think it was him but it was a celtic name famous in football] It is now being offered at a great price. Or, you can win this cake for free! All you have to do is be here on McNabb's Day (I guess it is some sort of holiday) and drink beer! That's right, you drink beer for 13 hours. Here's the thing - you have to be drinking beer the whole time, and no bathroom breaks can be taken. If you're still here at the end, you get the cake for free!"

A few people seem to be interested in this deal. Next to me is a table of really good looking girls.

"Heck," says one of them, "We'll just wait here until McNabb's Day starts. It's just an hour or so."

I sit down next to her, and put my arm around her. For some reason my mother shows up and sits on the other side of her. The girls begin talking about how much they like to drink, and how great it will be to have free beer all day long. They seem to think drinking constantly for 13 hours is easy.

I start talking to my mother, loud enough so that they can overhear. "What do you think would happen to someone who drank beer constantly for 13 hours?" I say.

"I don't know," says my mother, "but it can't be good".

"I would think you'd get alcohol poisoning," I say. The girls seem to take no heed. I pull the girl next to me a little closer, and give her a hug. I am honestly worried about her. "Here is my prediction. By this time tomorrow night there will be at least one alcohol related death because of this contest."

"I think you're right," says my mother.

I now see in my mind's eye the scene of an accident, and someone being loaded into an airplane.

Strange Goings-on at my Grandparents'

We are having a family get together at my grandparents' house. It is getting to be late at night, and my brother goes back to bed. My aunt decides to play a trick on him, and changes into a bikini top. She undoes the strings at the bottom, so it looks as though she is in the process of taking it off. Then she goes into my brother's bedroom, pretending to be a strange woman who wandered in from the street.

Fixing the Computer

(This may have been a continuation of the last dream, or not. I don't quiet remember. It's one of those that isn't so coherent.)

Bobcats never let go once they have hold of you. My little cat thinks it's a bobcat at times, but at other times it is just like a kitten. I pet it, but then someone makes it think it's a bobcat. It grabs my hand with it's teeth and claws, getting a wild look in its eyes. I start singing to it, treating it like a little kitten again. It let's go of my hand.

Now somebody has the cat on his shoulder, and is climbing and running along the top of a moving train. It is a daredevil.

Now I am in a room somewhere. There are lots of children walking by on a field trip. They have to line up at the door, and they set their books down in front of me. I look at them, and see they are doing the same thing I did when I was their age.

A telephone rings in the room I am in. A woman answers the phone. "It's for you," she says, "it's Client #9".

"Client #9?" I say, "uh, that doesn't sound right." I pick up the telephone. I should have known. It's my uncle, who likes to pretend he is weird people when calling family and freinds. He asks if I'm busy, and if I can help work on my Grandfather's computer.

Now I am at my Grandfather's house with his computer. It has a small problem, but Dell wants over $1,000 to fix it.

"$1,000?!" I say, "at the most, you'll just have to get a new CPU, or maybe just a new motherboard."

Now my brother goes to bed. I have my laptop running, and it's been running all day. I decide I had better shut it down.

Working for Rush

I get a new job, working for Rush Limbaugh. He is explaining how the job works.

"When I'm on the mic," he says, "I don't know whether someone is doing their job or not. I don't go around and see how much or how well people are working. What I do is look at their desk. If your desk is clean, you are a good employee."

I look around the office. Everybody has a nice, perfectly clean desk. I sit down at my desk, and try to organize my things to look nice as well.

Went to bed at about 1:00am, and took some melatonin to help me sleep. I remember having many dreams, but have a hard time recalling them. The following is the longest coherent stretch I can remember:

New Boss

I am working at the Greenhouse again. I walk in the door, and I see that our boss is there. In waking life, my boss was a big jerk. Here, however, it is Rand Miller, the creator of Myst. I wave hello, and walk up to the group of fellow workers. Rand starts to give orders, the way my old boss used to, and tells me to follow him. We walk down a narrow aisle of plants, and he shows me a spot where he wants me to wait. He points up into the sky outside, at either a large star or a small moon.

"Line up your sight from this pole," he points to a support for the greenhouse roof, "to that star".

He goes back into a back room somewhere, and begins fiddling with controls. I begin to hear a mechanical grating sound, and the sky outside of the tent begins to change. It changes colors, fading from the night sky to a lighter blue, then to a reddish pink as though the sun were rising.

"OK, it's changing!" I call to him, thinking that it was my duty to let him know if I saw anything. Then I realize I have lost my line of sight with the star, and try to get back. Rand continues to run the machine, changing the sky outside. I think to myself how working for Cyan is a whole lot of fun. Apparently I am now working at one of Cyan's offices. Originally I thought it was their headquarters, but their headquarters is in Spokane Washington and we are in New Mexico...

... I walk down a hallway, and sit down in a chair. Barbara Eden, who played Jeannie on I Dream of Jeannie, sits in a chair next to me. There are a few of us sitting in chairs in the hallway, and we do something that I can't remember.

Don't know if this was a lucid or not (fragment)

I am somewhere. I am up high, I think. I am shouting "more lucidity!" and "more vividness". Meanwhile, the landscape gets brighter and more vivid around me.

Note: The above fragment followed a visualization I did as I was falling asleep. An obvious incubation success, and possibly a successful MILD, but I don't remember if it was really lucid or not.

Also, the appearance of Jeannie in my dream is interesting because this morning my parents were talking about their upcoming vacation. They are planning a visit to Cocoa Beach.

Just another day at work?

I am at my former job as a Park Ranger. My coworker and I are on patrol, and we come to a launch ramp at one of our lakes. President Obama is there, fiddling with the lock on a gate that leads to the water. We get out, and get after him because no one is allowed through the gate. I forget what his excuse is, but the other ranger and I believe that he has come back to clean up some evidence. Apparently, there has been a murder committed here, and we think Obama did it.

Walking back from our encounter with the President, we notice how hot the sun is, and how much work this has all been. We decide to go swimming. There is no beach here, just a launch ramp and parking lot. We go into the water anyway, at the edge of the concrete. Not wanting to get our clothes wet, we go skinny dipping. I can see fish swimming around us, and the moss covered rocks at the bottom. The water is very refreshing, but we realize that we are supposed to be working so we decide to get back to our vehicle. Walking naked through the busy parking lot, I see a white SUV approaching us. It appears to have government plates, and I'm afraid it is another ranger, or even worse our boss.

We dash across the lot and jump into the vehicle. It turns out the SUV was not a government vehicle at all.

"Can you imagine if one of our coworkers really did come along, and wanted to talk to us now?" asks my coworker, laughing.
"Yeah, or what if that was our boss?" I say. The one I am referring to was a woman, and a no-nonsense type of person. We both crack up thinking about her reaction upon looking in the window of the Jeep. We pull away, and I put my clothes back on (my fellow ranger apparently sees no reason to get dressed again).

Skydiving with Annabelle (what, again?)

I am "skydiving" with Annabelle once again. We are down by the local hardware store this time, not in Uru. We get up to the top of a high platform, and she jumps off. There are a couple of other people with us, and they jump off too. Annabelle is now laying on a bed at the base of the platform, and wants me to jump on her (yeah, I know there's an innuendo here). I am a little afraid to do so, as it is pretty far down. I inch down a ladder at the edge of the platform, until I am not too far off the ground. I'm about ready to jump, but now I'm afraid of hurting her if I do so.

From here on out the dream makes less coherent sense.

Rand's Computer

I am in a big fancy house somewhere. It is Rand's house apparently, and he tells me to check his email. I am a little bewildered at first, because I can't find the email program on his computer screen. Eventually I do find it right on the desktop after some hunting, and open it up. The inbox is full of female models, sending him riskee pictures. Somebody explains to me that Rand is also a professional in some kind of business involving these pictures. I am not so sure.

Upon closing the mailbox, I look at the computer desktop. He has succeeded in getting a Desktop KI to work, and I decide that I need to get one too. The KI is in the lower left hand corner of the screen.

I have had some unrestful sleeping lately, and not too good dream recall. So, unfortunately, I can only remember parts of this dream.

Experimenting with Lucid Techniques

I am walking down a hallway, I believe in the old mansion that is connected to the church I attend and is now used for sunday school rooms. I somehow know that I am dreaming. [This may very well have been a WILD, I seem to remember slipping from being awake into a dream at some point. But it would have been the first dream of the night which I didn't think happened that much with WILDing] I realize that I have pretty good control, but the detail of the dream is rather poor. It is pretty dim and fuzzy, as though it were something I was trying to visualize. Also, as often happens, it begins to fade out altogether as I think of myself being asleep.

I begin to climb a staircase, and think back to Hyu's dream journal and how he anchored himself better to his lucid dream. I become more aware of my senses, and imagine a piece of chocolate to bite into. At first the piece of chocolate is very tiny, and doesn't have much substance at all. But the very act of trying to bit into it seems to have strengthened things a bit, so I am able to visualize an even bigger piece of candy. This time, I can taste the chocolate, as well as the caramel center. I can feel the chocolate and caramel in my mouth as well.

Then I get down on the floor and smeel and feel the carpet. It smeels and feels like carpet, allright. I have a vague idea that I tried to summon a Dream Guide, and even of some individual showing up.

Now my recall gets a bit fuzzy, because I don't believe the dream broke up or anything. I'm not sure I lost lucidity either, but I have a vague recollection of a gang of criminals out to get the President. I was part of this gang, but I may have been undercover. Or I may have been out to capture the gang.

Names in KI List (fragment)

Another dream related to Uru. I link into the cavern, and see a few names listed of people who are present. There are only a couple at first, but then I look again and there are a whole bunch of people.

A glass of port

I walk into a bar. The bartender tries to give me a drink of wine. I don't like any kind of alcohol, except for sweet wines and port. I ask for a glass of port, but he pours me a glass of some kind of wine saying it is like port. I take a drink. It tastes OK, but it seems to have some kind of milk mixed in which makes it taste funny.

I have been worried a lot lately, and I hope that the alcohol will help to make me relax. However, the bartender will only give me a drink in a tiny shot glass.

I don't remember much of this one. I just now was reminded that I even dreamed it after getting, uh, you know

My parents and I are doing something. Whatver it is, it seemed completely serious. We click on a link to get some information about something or other, and a youtube video pops up. Rick Astley begins singing, and it is apparent that we have been Rick Roll'd.

Odd coincidence, now that I think about it.

The Torso

I am out walking behind "my" house. The property is familiar, but it isn't like the house I live in now, or any other house I can think of at the moment. It is a little like my Grandparents' house where I used to spend time when I was really little, and where my family lived for a little while. Anyway, I decide to do some volunteer work for the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers, finding posts that mark boundaries for flood control.

I get to the top of a hill, and see some posts down in the woods. However, I also see a bag full of a human torso, and some body parts. Obviously, there has been a murder. I think to myself "I don't have much of an excuse to be out here. If the cops investigate this, they will find that I was in the area. I don't trust the legal system to not find me guilty of murder, even if there is no evidence".

I decide that the wisest course of action is to move the bag of torso to a different place. I do so, and then return to looking for posts.

My family goes somewhere. When we return, the police have found the bag, and are investigating. We go somewhere else, and when we come back the police are at the top of the hill where I was, with dogs. The dogs have traced the scent of the bag back to its original position. Then, I realize that I didn't wear gloves when I moved the back. I shudder, thinking that (a) I didn't use gloves to move the bloody mess and (b) my fingerprints are now all over the bag!

I consider the matter further. An ond bag has lots of fingerprints on it, right? How could they prove I had anything to do with the murder? And besides, if they did discover that I had had anything to do with the body, I could just tell them the truth. I think about my story, and how flimsy it will sound. I consider confessing to the police what I did. I think maybe I should send them an email, explaining that I moved the bag but didn't have anything to do with the murder. But then I think again that the justice system will probably find me guilty no matter what. I decide to leave things alone. It has been a few days, maybe this will become just another cold case.

I took about 200mg of valerian before bed last night. As often happens, the valerian caused me to have some rather wierd and disturbing dreams.

Weddings and cruiseships

I am in the auditorium of my old high school. My brother and I are discussing people that were at my cousin's wedding. To help us remember who these people are, we take turns with a clamp holding pieces of a bench together. At times we break off pieces of it, too.

My grandparents are there also. The place is no longer the auditorium, but my grandparents' house. They are talking with my aunt about how nobody my age wants to be a sailor anymore. I happen to have been looking for jobs on board a cruise ship, so I tell them that I want to be a sailor. They are reading the requirements for various positions. Meanwhile, I log into my account with a cruise ship job website.

Flea markets and torture

I am at a fair. It is also D'ni. It is also a flea market. I am walking with a guy I used to know from a former workplace, who is also the father from "All in the Family" (which is ironic, because the guy I used to know is black). He is telling me that I don't know much about "smokin'", which in this dream is a slang term for buying and selling junk at flea markets for a profit. I imitate the Mask for no reason and say "sssmokin!"

We enter a junk shop, which is located about where Kadish Gallery should be. It is kind of dark in there, but we browse for a while. I see an old bottle of wine from the 1920's. After a while I see a bottle of something else with the date 1919 on it, and the wine bottle is apparently gone. My friend considers buying this bottle to resell. He tries to give me tips on finding antiques.

Next to the bottle of wine is a bottle of acetic acid, and some laboratory glassware. My friend asks me what acetic acid is, and I say "It's pretty much vinegar". Then I laugh and say "if we poured some of that into the wine bottle, there would be a nice explosion."

We leave the junk store, and cross the street. Things begin to change somehow into a laboratory where a mad scientist is operating on living people with no anesthetic. He hacks them up, mutilates them, pulls out their organs and intestines, while they lay on the operating table screaming. He pulls out one guy's eyeball. He slices open the arm of one guy, and puts something in to intentionally infect it. Someone explains that his plan is to let it swell up, and then hit his arms with something. This will both cause the victim pain, and somehow turn him into a zombie.

Now I see a whole bunch of zombies from the mad scientist's lab, all dancing together like some scene from Hell.

Up late again last night, and took some vitamin b-6 before bed. I had to get up immediately after waking up, so my dream recall is not good, but I remember that I had more dreams than I can remember. Here is what I can recall:

Killer Robot

I am somewhere where this dream has taken place, and go downstairs to the basement. There are a few rooms in the basement, up and down a hallway that the stairs lead to. I am standing on the stairs, thinking about or talking to someone about a robot that is down there. Suddenly, a woman screams. The robot is coming after me! I turn to run up the steps, but can't. I try to drag myself up the stairs by the railing.

Then I wake up.

Little Monsters

I am in an airport or a school. I get into a long line behind a small monster. This monster is one of many in the room, all of them about the size of little kids, but looking like the Wolf Man, Frankenstein's Monster, Dracula, etc...

... I do whatever it is I went to the place to do, and sit down at a table. Around the corner from me are three pretty girls singing a song. I watch them for a while...

I was up late last night, and have poor dream recall this morning. However, I do remember the following dream:

Walking on the beach

I am on vacation somewhere. I meet a girl who seems to be interested in me. I like her too, and I take her for a walk on the beach. The beach is crowded with people, and I keep getting her confused with a very large and unattractive girl. We walk to the end of the beach, and look out at an island.

Still in the same place, I am with some people discussing how the game Myst Uru can be improved. One guy wants a journey cloth moved to the other end of the little island, to be farther from the beach. One guy is disappointed with one of the Relto pages. I say something about the ending not being satisfying enough...

...something about jail or a police station, or something.

Finally! New content!

I am playing Myst Uru. At the same time, it is real life. It begins to rain in the Cavern (from here on out I will write as though everyone knows what I'm talking about, even though they probably don't). Apparently, it has rained in the cavern on previous occasions, but this is a hard rain. More like a storm. And it continues for quite a while. Suddenly, a Bahro swoops down out of the sky and attacks two fellow explorers. They are killed. Then, while the rest of us continue to contemplate this, the Bahro return and kill three more exlporers. Everyone goes into a panic! I run towards the Hall of Kings, hoping to hide in the shelter. I know this is a little futile, but it is better than being out in the open.

Other explorers had been chatting, even when the first Bahro attack happened, but now they too begin to realize that something different is happening. By this time, I make it to a flea market someone has set up outside the entrance to the Hall of Kings (obviously not there in real life, another one of my dreamsigns). I decide to try and hide among the clutter. All the while, the rainstorm continues.

The Dukes

I am with my family at Lake Erie. My father and brother take our 14 ft aluminum boat out, even though there seems to be a storm (maybe this is part of the above dream). My mother and I go out on a small inflatable raft not much bigger. As she starts the outboard motor we have fixed to this raft, I look back at my father and brother, a little worried. The waves are really big. Then our own motor revs up, and we are zipping along top speed through the storm.

We come to a cove, full of dead trees and debris. I warn my mother to slow up a bit, but she doesn't want to. Then we go over a large tree, and come down on the other side with a noticeable crash. We keep going a bit longer, but I can feel the air leaving our raft. We have been punctured.

Mom steers us to shore, and gets out. However, before I can get out the raft sinks. All of this occurs within seconds, before I have a chance to put on my life jacket. Fortunately, I am somehow able to climb from the bottom of the lake up to the shore.

Standing on the shore, I see two people chasing after us. It is Boss Hogg and Roscoe P. Coltrane. I now find that I am one of the Dukes of Hazzard (I used to dream this all the time. I don't know why). Bo, Luke, and I run up the shore, until we cross into Canada. Boss and Roscoe catch up, but I warn them not to come any farther.

"Not unless you can extradite us," I say.
"Roscoe, arrest them anyway!" Boss orders. "They don't need to be extradited from Canada!"
"You'd better not," I warn, "Unless you want to be in a lot of trouble."

Boss Hogg seems to fall for the bluff, but Bo and Luke and I decide we had better seek asylum from the "Governor". We walk to the governor's office from where we are, to find that the governor is none other that Huey Hogg, Boss Hogg's nephew. We speak to him through a small window, and explain our case.

"Suppose you started out in another country," I say. "In, to be exact Hazzard County. That's in - wait a minute, what state is that in. Hmm, Wyoming? No, it has to border Canada."
"Hazzard County's in [Wisconsin?]" says Huey, "and don't you forget it!" (I don't know why I couldn't remember Hazzard County is supposed to be in Georgia)

The dream gets a little off track here. Bo and Luke and I have to wait outside a while in folding chairs, and then Bo and Luke go into a warehouse to check on some illegal activity while I act as lookout. As I'm sitting there, I see a "Journey Cloth" (from Uru) on the wall of the warehouse in front of me. Even in this dream, the Journey Cloth seems so wildly out of place that I blink and rub my eyes. Then I get up closer to it, finding out that it is in actuality only a metal cover to something.

I sit back down, and look at a television. The Dukes of Hazzard are on. Not only that, but the episode playing happens to be the one I am living out right now. The episode seems to be a condensed version of the "real" thing, so I see the ending on TV before it happens. I suddenly realize what I am supposed to be doing.

At that moment, Boss Hogg and Roscoe show up. I have a vague impression that it is a little odd that I should be here with these people at all, but shrug it off. Then Boss and Roscoe disappear, and it's night. I know that Bo and Luke will get into trouble in the warehouse and I am supposed to rescue them. I try to run, but obviously that doesn't work. I walk down to the warehouse and see a dark van show up. A few hoodlums get out and enter the warehouse. It is some smuggling racket run either by Boss or Huey. I enter the warehouse behind them, knowing I have to warn some people inside. I am forgetting who at this point, other than Bo and/or Luke. I see some guy who winks and gives me a thumbs up. Thinking this must be a signal, I say "we've gotta warn Bo and Luke and get out of here!". He nods, and says he will.

Talking about my dream (lucid, sort of)

I "wake up" from the Dukes dream, and decide to post my dream journal on Dreamviews. While I'm typing, I question reality and discover I am dreaming. I have a hard time holding onto this, though. I try various things to anchor myself, but it doesn't help too much.

New Job

I get a new job, working for a rotund and rather gruff man. He is not exactly mean, but when he gives me a vague job to do and says to have it done by tomorrow I get a little nervous. The job involved copying text from greeting cards, but I don't know how or what to copy the text to.

On the positive side, my job seems to involve working with a beautiful nude model. I don't have any idea why, but I have her pose while I take a photograph. Then, working together, we use a computer to copy text from the greeting card onto the scene she was poing in front of. Then we put her picture in front of the text.

We realize that we can't see the text now. I make a text box on her torso (now it is partly on the computer and partly in real life). The text box is too small. I try to resize it by hand. Now it is big enough, but it covers too much of the model. I reposition it a little so it only covers her stomach area. Then I accidentally do something, and it resizes the model. Now she is really skinny and out of proportion. Fortunately it is not too hard to reset this.

Now one greeting card is finished. I still have a whole stack to do "by 3:00 tomorrow afternoon". Well, at least I know how to do them now.

Winston Churchill

Winston Churchill has come to live with my family. Actually, in my dream I think I am related to him. We get into some discussion with some people (I think we are at my old college, but I'm not sure). Churchill and I are arguing one side against some of the others. It is getting late, and we all decide to go to bed.

I start up to my room, but then remember that I left a light on in the living room. I go back to turn it off, and Churchill says something really strange like "farewell, sweet feline". I just kind of stare at him, and then go back to my room, thinking what a weird thing that was for him to say...

... There is food. Shrimp, I think. Also, there were some books around that I was reading. I think in preparation for a class. Wait, I'm getting something more: I am studying for an exam that I am about to take. That's how it starts. Then I started reading Churchill's "Gathering Storm".

After a busy month, I am finally back to working with lucid dreaming. I am now trying to get back in the habit of dream journalling.

Marriage by Mail

I am writing back and forth to a girl I knew in high school. Actually, when I was in high school she was in 4th grade. Nontheless, she is an adult now, and I ask her to marry me. This is odd, because I don't see this girl very often. We don't even write too often in this dream, and I haven't seen her in years.

I get a letter from her family (it's almost like an arranged marriage) which has Japanese symbols all over it. The girl is Japanese, which is probably why. I get to thinking how I don't really want to get married. Still, it is kind of nice to think about planning the marriage, and I decide to play along for a while. But, I am going to tell them at some point that I won't go through with the marriage.

I forgot about this one...

Setting things on Fire

I am at my job. I have a cardboard box full of paper, and I think it would be fun to burn one of the papers. I light it, then decide to drop it in the box. The other papers catch, and I encourage the flames. Then I realize that (1) I'm at work and (2) I'm surrounded by burnable materials. My boss comes along, and is yelling about something. I say "I'm coming! I'll be right there!", and pour a bottle of pop on the flames trying to put them out. Then I put a pillow on it trying to stifle the fire. This, fortunately, seems to work.

I'm a Toys-R-Us Kid

I am at Toys-R-Us with my mother, father, and brother. We are looking around, and split up. We are supposed to meet up again in a few minutes, but I get lost. Some type of adventure befalls me, though I don't quite remember what. Finally, I meet up with my family again.

In this dream, Toys-R-Us looks like a greenhouse. There are many rooms in it, connected to other rooms. There are tropical plants around. (And fireplaces?)

Letters to Lincoln

We are talking about Abraham Lincoln. Our family (in the dream) has letters that were written by Abraham Lincoln's wife. We don't know exactly where they are, but apparently we were descended from her. We have a bunch of her old stuff, actually. I wonder if it is worth anything.

The Church

I am visiting a new church. It starts out with me listening to the church on the radio, but then I actually end up there. At first I think it is a good church, and well founded in scripture. But then the pastor begins to talk. He is dressed in some odd uniform, and his whole message seems to be about how he doesn't think Christ is the only way to heaven. He hints that Christ may actually not be God. "What kind of a church is this?" I think to myself.

The preacher decides to show a movie to the congregation. It is about Barak Obama. As soon as Obama appears on the screen everyone stands up as though they were going to sing the Doxology. I am a little disgusted by this seeming idolatry. I had been standing out in the hallway watching through a door. I sit on the floor in a sort of a protest. People in the sanctuary decide to sit, too.

Grandparents (fragment)

I seem to remember something about going to my Grandparents' house.

A Series of FA's

Have fun sorting this one out:

I wake up and check the clock. It is 8:45. I usually do a RC upon waking up, but I always assumed looking at the clock was good enough. Then I wake up. Not to be made a fool of again, I look at my hands. I rub them together. Nothing looks odd, so I must be awake. Then I wake up. I look at the clock again. It is a little hard to make out, but it looks like it's 1:45. Good, plenty of time to do a DEILD (I'm pretty sure this was a FA too. This set of dreams took place around 8:00am). I enter into a dream about Toys-R-Us. I pinch my nose and can still breathe. But then the dream changes so that this is actually not occurring, but is a memory of me doing a nose-pinch reality check in the past.

I am walking down an aisle in Toys-R-Us. There are characters from Star Trek there. They seem to be advertizing a sale on Star Trek merchandise. There is also food and apple cider. I stock shelves a while, and see Angela Lansbury. She seems to know me. I try to think of how I know her.

An announcement comes over the loudspeaker system, referring to the town we are in. I am reminded that I work in Wintersville, Ohio (I don't in real life. I don't even live near there). That is hard to believe for me that I actually work there.