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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.

Only a few dreams lately, my rest has not been as good:

2/3/11-Raving and drug use again. I'm taking X, but can't really feel the effects of it, but I know I'm messed up. Raegan is there-I'm trying to get her to come hang out. She is reluctant, but begins to offer occupational security. Again, she seems sort of stingy, and offers to call her mom if I really need help. I put the phone to my ear, and her mom sounds really positive. I buy a pack of Camel Wides and smoke one. B is around and does not seem bothered by cigarettes or drug use, but is not exactly thrilled about it either. I have become sweaty and changed my t-shirt.

2/4/11-Fragments, but I think there was alot more to this dream than what I recall. I'm in a Hotel/Airport/Mall setting, shaped like the east hallway of Luther Jackson (my old middle school). The north end looks like a department store. I see empty clothing racks. My east view through the doors and windows shows a huge parking structure and access roads. I feel some sense of conflict going on around me, but nothing frightening. There's an issue with the way some of the sliding glass doors function here...,

2/9/11-I'm traveling, leaving from an airport. Which one is not indicated. B and I are scheduled to fly out on the concorde. I become convinced that the plane will be hijacked, and I start looking for some sort of small blade to defend myself with. I don't make it on the aircraft with her. The plane begins to taxi out, and I'm running after it, slapping part of the tail as it slips away. This behavior gets me incarcerated. I'm given a navy colored sweatshirt with a concorde logo on it. B comes to see me, and says that 9 hijackers were arrested on the plane.

2/11/11-Another weird one, but then most of my dreams are weird. For some reason I'm hanging out with a pleasant, older Japanese man, Mr. Hokkaido. He likes the fact that I'm into Zen and my fondness for the Japanese. We're tasked to enter a coded program into and old, room size computer. We're in a city, and to get to this computer we have to sneak down and across a few side streets. Linda Szyhowski is there, and she let's us in with a few directions to the treminal. We enter the program, then I drive Mr. Hokkaido to the airport for his flight back to Japan. He gives me a gift, a combination meditation/dinner place setting, which I begin to use.

2/12/11-Odd fragments again. B and I are walking on a dirt road-it looks like Holmes Run Drive. I go into a ruined house and find a bunch of zildjian cymbals. I take one. We leave, and people are shooting paintballs at us.
Next, I'm wondering around a shopping mall. I've been drinking and end up at a drug store, looking for some kind of straight shaving aid, like lotion or some sort of soap. Ronnie Calvert (My ex's mom) is there and recognizes me. On the outside, I play it cool, but on the inside I freak. I grab some junk food and leave, trying to soak up the alcohol ( I don't really feel drunk). I think Adriean (the ex) might have shown up as well...
Last fragment, I'm parking my car in west Annandale, near the smaller intersection with gallows. I'm hanging around a rented house with a bunch of college students. Donna Foreman (Employee at work) is with them, she gives me a small kiss for some reason. My friend Shafat is also there, but I have no idea why.

Plodding along and recording my dreams...I'm really trying to remember to do reality checks. I know this is a slow process.