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11-08-2013 -- I am at the Adventurers Club, and it is fully open to the public, but it has a feel like I have not been around much, so maybe it is something like the place has reopened or something. As I stroll around, there is a feeling of regulars around the place, but not people I actually know. I never see any of the real regulars. Shows are being performed, and the actors are interacting with people. I see several of them, though most of them either never came close enough that I actually saw them, or my mind just didn't keep track. I am pretty sure I did seem to see Andy wandering around, and something seemed strange about that.

It is fairly late in the evening, though not quite fully the end of the night, and I think I am wandering around the Zebra Mezzanine. I step into some sort of booth (maybe half-cross between a phone booth and a music listening booth, and something startles me. I stumble to the edge of the mezzanine, hit the rail, and end up balanced precariously on it for a few seconds, before I tumble over the edge, and fall into the main salon, below. In the fall I flip around and land on my feet, and I am kind of amazed to find that I am unhurt. Servers and managers are bustling toward me to check on what happened and make sure I am OK, and one of them is Bobby (the guy who once took away Doug's bag of Voban and got cursed at for it), who needs to speak to me, and verify I am all right.

He takes me back stage via the elevator (which in real life only went between the first and second floors of the Club, but in my dreams has very often also led to a backstage green room sort of place, and a backstage area that has frequently been at (or like) Disneyland's Frontierland backstage area). I explain being startled, and falling over, and that I am completely unharmed, and then start trying to get back to the Club because I want to see the end of the night Hooplah! Because I have been with Bobby, nobody seems to mind my using the elevator from the backstage part, bu the problem is, it seems to be kind of broken, and refuses to move part of the time, and moves to the wrong floor at other times, and so it is wasting a lot of my time.

It finally reaches the main floor of the Club, but as the doors open and I am about to get out to try and see the show, the actors start to file in. The Hooplah! just ended, and they are heading to the green room. Since nobody is usually on the elevator at this point in the evening, they just start pouring in, and I don't have a chance to get off. One of the performers is Anne, and with all of our issues in the past, we are intensely ignoring each other for a bit. The person that I thought was Andy steps in, and it turns out to be somebody close to Andy's size and coloring, but with a different face, and I remember that Andy just died, and relax as I realize why things seemed so strange earlier.

The doors open, and some of the others exit into the green room, and I am about to continue on to the Frontierland area, but Anne stops me, and asks if there is any chance I can put together a compilation tape of stuff Andy did at the Club from all my video footage. I tell her the bad news is that I no longer have the equipment to make duplicate tapes and things, but the good news is that I have them all on DVD now, and can put together a DVD or two of his stuff. We part having put all past issues behind us, which is kind of nice.

Originally Posted by Hazel

Wow. O_O I had an amazingly long lucid last night. And. . . Wow.

1- My Devilish Dream Guide
I have had more than my fair share, but I grab some more of the treats and sneak them off to my room for later. I notice that it is getting dark, so I flip on my light. There is a brief pause, then the light flickers on for a moment and promptly dies. "Well, it blew." I turn to go find a new bulb when I decide to RC. "It is a dream sign, after all." And it. . . Passes? Wow, I don't even remember going to sleep. I instantly remember my mission to find Anne, so I walk outside. It is early morning; the sun is not yet over the horizon, so i give it a bit of help. (Which works a little too well, the sun flies across to the opposite horizon instead.) Oops.

I begin to call out Anne's name, when I notice some children playing across the street. They give me the creeps, but I approach them anyway. (A horrible sense of dread lurks in the air, but I do my best to ignore it.) "Hey, do you know anyone named Anne?" I ask the nearest child, a boy of about 9 or 10.

"No," he says.

The children are all really crazy, hiding from the "evil penguins that live in the forest." I hear something running through the woods, but I continue down the road, calling for Anne. "Anne, I know you can hear me! Anne!!!" The children are following, chattering quietly. A bunch of other people are following as well.

I turn around. "Okay, all dream characters leave! Now!!!" Several of them vanish, but the majority stay. I sigh in annoyance and keep walking.

We come to a place with a beautiful lake, sparkling in the sunlight. I put my hand in and it feels like real water. A forest is in front of us, and something is coming. My companions are afraid, and I am getting paranoid (something had apparently been stalking me through the woods the entire dream, starting with the "evil penguins") so we hurry back the way we came. The Strong Man is trying to hold onto me, but I break his grasp and take flight.

Some girl is now chasing me, jumping up and trying to pull me out of the air. She wants me to kill whatever is after us, but I have more important things to do. Somehow we are now in a building, and I have my back pressed to the ceiling to avoid her grasp. (Doorways are a problem, though.)

Eventually, I make it back to my house, a bit frustrated. I see a dog begin to approach me. "Stephanie?" I ask. It comes closer and I begin to pet it. "Speak," I say. The dog makes a few moaning noises. "Speak in ENGLISH. I don't understand dog."

The dog sighs and looks at me resentfully. "Very well." now I can see why it didn't want to talk. It's voice sounds like Alpha from Up.

It begins to recite a poem, which basically says that this dream is cursed because I know who my Dream Guide is and I refuse to accept it. That would explain the sense of dread the entire dream...

"You mean Leroy, don't you?" I ask, annoyed. The dog nods and walks off. After a moment, I sigh. "Wait! Leroy! Leroy!!! I'm sorry!!!"

Suddenly a man appears. He has long red horns coming out of his head and medium-length brown hair. He is dressed in the garments of a Dark King. "Leroy?" I ask, my eyes practically bugging out of my head. He was. . . hot. Incredibly hot.

"Yep. Miss me?"

"You look. . . different."

He explains the reason for the change, but I don't really remember it. (I was undoubtedly too busy staring at him.)

My worst fear has come true. And besides that, I think Leroy is the devil... I remember asking, the little mummy from so long ago, "How exactly did you become a charred corpse?" To which he replied, "My parents burned me." But regardless...