Jvail

Daytime responsibilities override nighttime research. Have had a bit less to recall lately, but still some from about mic-February on:

2/17/11-In the Mountains' house again (these are recurring REAL dream characters and their house is a recurring setting. At first, Brad (one of their sons) is the only one home. The place is a mess. Barry (their youngest son) is toilet training and sitting right front of me...in another fragment, I walk in on my brother in bed with some random woman. Embarrassed, I take off. Whatever outdoors I run out into is hilly and forested. I jump in my sportage (which actually looks close to real life) and drive down what looks like a tank trail. The car rolls over, and I get out without remembering crawling out. I have the car righted by a towtruck...

2/18/11-I'm at Clyde's again,this time the place looks nothing like the actual building. B and Amelia must be there, because when I find Raegan in the kitchen I ask if she's seen Amelia yet. She hasn't...
Then I'm at home, but it looks a little different. I'm keeping an eye on the front door, laying on the bed (which is now in the living room) and rolling a cigarette in heavy paper. A man comes to the house. I don't know who he is, but he's friendly and leaves quickly. B comes in the room, slimmer, wearing something sexy, and trying to seduce me. I'm not sure why, but I have to take a rain check and leave.


2/24/11-I'm in some warm climate, urban and coastal-it looks like I'm on vacation. I think I'm traveling with my aunt. I have a handgun and I carry it everywhere, and a scoped air rifle-this has to be checked into some sort of storage area. No sure what has happened, but I have retrieved it and I'm running around with it, working the bolt action...

2/25/11- I'm in the southeast area of my high school, and there's some sort of gathering. A fire and barbecued meat. Jason is there (a good friend from those days), and we're hanging out. I buy a bag of weed from somebody, it looks to be about a dime...

3/2/11-In a work-related tenement/hostel type house in a swampy area. It's somehow connected to my mother-in-law and her job. A small puffer fish is kept underneath the floor. It gets eaten by a black crab...

3/3/11-DJing again. My equipment looks funny-I can carry the mixer around and use it while I spin. The dance floor is lit by red and blue light People are dancing. There's a drug circulating around the place, it's green powder in a capsule. Someone offers it to me, and I decline, but they put it in my food later. I begin to panic, ditch the party and run outside. It's daylight now. I don't feel intoxicated, but I'm aware of the drug in my system. I come across 4-5 state policemen arresting a suspect. With a capsule clenched in each hand, I try to walk past the scene, but one of them stops me. He has a northeast/new york accent and is a pain. He pries my hands open, finds the pills and arrests me. I'm out on bail and trying to explain this to my parents...

3/4/11-My house. St. Patrick's day, I'm convinced. Eli (a close college friend) is over at our place. B has run out on some errand, and we assemble a small, "Pull-wagon" train (think bulky plastic, like a little tykes toy). I think we load Amelia into it, and pull it around the corner to a store (which really isn't there) to get booze. We're in line and I'm drinking a pint of stout from a glass. Beer is for sale by unknown brands in containers of various sizes-one has a landscape picture on it and looks like a dairy product. I'm waiting in line too long and get frustrated. As soon as it's my turn to pay, I turn around, dumping my beer on the floor as I go. The train is waiting for me outside.