09-12-2012 -- [Not much going on in the dream world for the most part, for the last week or so, but couldn't sleep well last night, woke a lot, and tons of dream bits. Most didn't come out long enough or detailed enough to post as full dreams, or at least I can't remember enough.] Trying to use the toilet at the Hickory house (or perhaps in the back yard) but something is wrong. A part in the tank that controls refilling and flushing, but resembles a plunger, has stretched and broke, so the toilet is no longer working right. I pull out the broken part, that fits on the rest largely like a sleeve, and it comes off easy, and ought to be easy to replace. About that time, mom comes on the scene, says I have done it wrong, the entire thing needs to come out and be replaced, and I've damaged everything horribly. I try to explain that the part that was broken and which I removed was very easy to take out, and should be easy to replace, but even if the entire thing has to be replaced, The broken part I took out couldn't cause any other damage, and it is no big deal. She won't listen, yells and screams, tells me to never try and fix anything in the house again, or even touch anything in the house again, and then in practically the next breath, orders me to fix other stuff in the bathroom. I have had enough, and tell her no. I am leaving. She screams I am not, and tries to lock me in the house. I force my way out the door, and jog away from her. Oddly enough, though she is very heavy, she manages to keep up with me, and I just barely stay out of her grasp. Neither of us seems to know how she keeps up with me, except anger, and so I am running across streets, and turning around and dodging. I try to catch a bus, but mom is too lose, so I start running down Crescent, instead, heading down toward Marshall. Somehow she got trapped in crowds around the Braille Institute, and I manage to get some distance between us. As I reach about the nursery, there is a mother, daughter and baby in carriage that spot me, spot mom chasing after me, and decide to interfere. They start chasing after me as well, Though I have been running toward Marshall, I end up in Smith's Food King, the mother still chasing after me, trying to maintain sight so she can lead my mother to me. I finally have enough, call for the manager of the store, and explain I don't know this lady, but she is stalking me. He takes me in the back, away from her, and is talking about keeping us separated, but I just rush out the loading docks at the back of the store, and figure I'll escape that way. I circle behind the store to a chain link fence that I can climb and escape the area, just to find the mother is now there with her husband and an entire second family, and they are all trying to catch me. They refuse to understand my mom was the one who was wrong in this situation, and are determined to catch me and help punish me, regardless. I can't even get far enough away to call Bonnie C for a ride to try and get out of the area. Lousy dream! --- Most of this is missing, but a couple of the cooler bits were here, so ... I am in a sort of stadium, watching some sort of sport, perhaps water polo or something unusual like that. Along with the scoreboard showing the score, there is another one showing the purchase of food, drinks and souvenirs. And as the bars on these fill up, and then reset, I can claim a portion of the funds brought in. But they are moving very slowly, and I can see a huge amount of stuff being bought or sold. I wander around to try and figure out what is going on. At first I think scans as things are thrown away aren't reading properly, but eventually I realize I only get the partial credit for the stuff sold from one food stand, one drink stand, and two souvenir stands, so what I have to do is attract more attention to my stands, to get more sales there, and earn more money. Soon I find myself back at the table I had been watching things from. But now there is a hint of wrestling, a hint of a balloon convention, and slowly more than a hint of a comic book convention. The person sitting across the table from me is Peter David, and though I have no idea what we have been talking about, he is passing me an autographed dragon shirt that he is giving to me because he has enjoyed our conversation. He says it is only a 2X, which wouldn't normally fit me, but he also says it is a very large 2X, and since we're both large guys and it fits him ... it fits, and I thank him for the great souvenir. --- I am at the Adventurers Club on a very slow night, very early in the evening, standing in the main salon. The doors to the library are open for seating for the first show, but there is nobody here but me and maybe one or two others. I keep catching sight of actors heading backstage to animate wall characters to announce shows and such, but they keep noticing there is nobody to announce to, and stop themselves after they've barely begun, so I'm missing all the great shows. Pretty sure I spotted Graham as Hathaway for a moment. --- Somehow in a shopping mall, being chased by aliens and taken prisoner of a sort. Am being handcuffed or led around, and am just trying to figure out what is going on. Was rather cool and interesting, except none of it stays in memory, so this fragment is mostly worthless to express it. --- Am on a bus riding along, listening to people talking behind me. One of them seems somehow familiar, and I think I know him from somewhere, so am mentioning stuff connected to Disney or something. He just thinks I am nuts. Then he says something about Mammoth Cave, and I finally place him. His name is Jim something, and he wrote a small book I read about the cave (not Jim Borden, and not one of Roger Brucker's books, but a book that only exists in this dream). I tell him I recognize him now, loved his book, and wrote him a letter about it a few weeks before. He remembers my letter, and now we're kind of friends. This brings into my mind the outline of a dream I can remember having recently, about a combination of the regular dreams I used to have that were a cross between Brookhurst moon park and Tom Sawyer's Island, and Mammoth Cave, with exploring small, local passageways, and trying to find lost connections that lead into much larger sections of the cave. [In the dream it was a dream I was remembering. In real life, I don't know if it was a real dream I had sometime recently, or was created from whole cloth within this dream.] Soon most of the passengers have gotten off the bus, and we're at another stop where Graham Murphy is getting off the bus. As soon as he steps out in front of his house, he is surrounded by people (including a quartet dressed up as Disney Carolers) and starts leading them in Christmas carols. He seems to sing that style of song quite well. It is very nice. --- Seems like there should be one more fragment here, but can't remember it now. If it comes back, I may edit this to add it.
08-16-2012 -- Am traveling with a mentor along paths in a medieval time-period, except it takes place in Buena Park. I am half Harry Potter traveling with Dumbledore, and half Garion traveling with Old Wolf. We're hiking down a wooden path where two trails merge, except it is where Manchester Blvd merges with Orangethorpe. One of our horses wanders off to return to where it came from, and I am kind of mad because "I could have ridden that." Except I am already riding a horse, and my mentor doesn't actually need one. Suddenly we're walking down Crescent Avenue, except it still has that medieval feel to it. I'm heading toward Marshall, but walking on the other side of the street than usual, and I keep running into people who want to befriend me or offer me help. I have no idea why, but it seems like I have a talent for recognizing those who can help me. Around the area of the nursery, I run into a Robin Hood type who I wrote down becomes important later on. Since I never mention him again, I don't see how that can be. I soon reach the apartments across the street from the school, and cross over to Marshall. I have somehow been turned into a woman, and am wearing a dress with a ridiculously high slit in the front of it, with three sets of holes, and only one combination lock to fasten one of the sets of holes together. I try to use the lock on the middle hole, but the dress then gapes open above the lock, and shows off everything that I've got. So I have to use it on the top-most set of holes, and that still leaves the slit way too high and revealing. The teachers are not going to like this.
08-24-2012 -- [So I've been noticing something odd. I have some dreams that I think are huge, and some dreams that seem quite short in comparison. But when I write out the basics so I don't forget, almost all of them take up the same amount of space. And when I type them in, almost half the time, the short, sweet ones are longer than the long ones. This stuff is just weird. That said, this feels like one of the longest dreams I have ever had, and it covers something like a couple of decades of time. We'll see how long it is after I type it in, though....] This is a Harry Potter dream. Throughout the dream, I am Harry Potter, though the entire dream also takes place in less than a block of space where I grew up in Buena Park. In this dream I have been 'orphaned' as usual, same with Neville Longbottom. But Neville is five or six years older than me, and mostly raises me as a sort of big brother. Though the whole dream was very intricate, detailed, and vivid, my mind can't manage to remember the earliest bits as anything but a haze of chases, kidnappings, running and hiding, and powerful magics. There are lots of hints of subtle warnings just before a kidnapping, so it turns into a chase, instead, and powerful accidental magics that end up injuring or killing the Death Eaters that are trying to harm us. Much of the hiding and chasing seems to be happening around the Heinz house, and it is becoming obvious that Neville and I are very powerful. Almost an entire different level than the average witch or wizard, the difference is that obvious. Neville and I defend each other as well as ourselves, and we do a very good job of it. A few years pass, and sometime around the age of eleven or twelve, we find and rescue my parents, James and Lily, who didn't die, as everybody thought, but were somehow captives for the last decade or so. I spend the next few years being raised by them, and my powers continue to grow. We live in the Potter Ancestral home, which is the Goodwins' place, but magically larger. I'm standing in the living room / dining room combo, staring a long distance down the two small steps into the den (as I say, expansion charms) where a hot (in more ways than one), sweaty Lily Potter is dressed in a tight, form fitting spandex body suit, collapsed on the couch, recovering from some heavy exercise that has left her exhausted, and somehow sexually spent. I am entranced. I use my powers to heal, refresh, and sexually recharge her, so she suddenly finds herself incredibly horny, and I back away quietly, unseen. She didn't see me, she can't know I had anything to do with it, but somehow she does, and is embarrassed and absolutely furious with me. She's gotten a hold of my remote control (why not a wand? I don't know) and is trying to check for my finger prints to prove it was me. I don't understand the logic, but somehow I have to fake playing When the Saints Go Marching In on the piano badly (Rod Miller-style Entertainer wrong notes) when I know I could play it perfectly, to prove my innocence. She still suspects me, though. It is a couple of months later that Neville calls an extended family meeting over at the Heinz house. As we all get together and I wonder what is going on, I suddenly realize right before they tell me. Neville is going to take over raising me again. He explains that they just aren't comfortable around me. My power levels scare them, I just don't fit in, and they want to concentrate on their new family. In one way, in the back of my mind, I can understand. But mostly I am just hurt. Hurt, and angry. I am just about to stalk off when we are attacked by a Death Eater, and I lose it. I just wave my hand at him, and his head explodes like it was hit with a Sledge-O-Matic. Same happens to all the other Death Eaters who are attacking. For the first time ever, I let out my full power, and I am as far above Neville's level as he is above everybody else. I stalk back across the street to the Hickory house (my house) which I guess I've decided is my new home, just leaving everybody else standing there, horrified. A few years pass, and Neville comes over to confront me. He fears I am becoming complacent, and unsafe. We're talking on the balcony of the Hickory house, perhaps three or four floors up (it's only a single story home, but as I said, expansion charms.) As we're talking, another powerful warlock attacks us. This guy would be a challenge for Neville, but I gesture, penetrate his shields, and disintegrate him. Neville tells me this is just what he is talking about. He shows me a small blue sphere, just about the size of a superball, and explains they are powerful explosives, and the guy probably planted a bunch of them around before he attacked. I do a summoning, and sure enough, I pull together a number of the things. I banish them about a hundred feet into the air, and Neville is amazed and horrified. Horrified because at a mere hundred feet, they would still do tremendous damage. Amazed, because other than a sonic boom-like bang and a few broken windows, there is no damage. Though I never tell Neville, I contained and shielded the explosion, easily within my powers. Neville stalks off, more convinced than ever that I am over-confident and dangerous, and I am completely on my own. A couple more years have passed, and I am now 19 or 20. The age difference between Neville and I has grown, because he now has an entire family of his own, including almost grown children. They pull me in for another family meeting, but this time we have it at my house. The Potters have a couple more kids, as does Neville, and they all arrive in a big horse-drawn wagon. [Whether this is in reference to the backward wizarding world, or a throwback to the Tales of Alvin Miller series I have been listening to for the last few weeks, I don't know.] The Potter women start to explore the house, and as they approach the hallway leading back to the bedrooms, I sense an evil wizard or monster there. I don't even wave my hand anymore. I just think, and silently destroy the being, leaving nothing but a pattern of blood on the wall, which the ladies just assume is a part of the wallpaper. As the Longbottoms try to situate the wagon in my living room, Neville's oldest daughter, who is just at the edge of adulthood, is bent over in a pair of loose jogging shorts, revealing a rather nice backside. I'm beginning to get ideas, and I'm hoping Neville doesn't notice me noticing. He does. He is very forceful in pushing on me an odd binding contract written on our tongues, ordering me to stay away from his daughter. I am not very happy with him, and neither is she. But in an odd twist, much like the deal with the Devil in the Piers Anthony Incarnation books, this includes an unwritten agreement that there are no restrictions on anybody else. By the end of the dream I have a very passionate Lily Potter in my arms, no longer able to resist me, as we're just about to move on to more than kissing. [Hey ... don't blame me. I am not into incest. Throughout this entire dream I was Harry Potter, and it was Harry's mother, not mine. If anybody is into incest, it is Harry Potter!]
08-24-2012 -- [Recently I have been concentrating on and working on my dreams. I am remembering more, writing more down, and having a few more lucid dreams. I have also noticed a marked increase in waking up, writing down long dreams, having a hard time getting back to sleep, and then finding my next dream connects to the one before. This dream was dreamed a couple of hours after The Life and Times of Harry Potter, Warlock, above, and was kind of a continuation, of sorts.] I am still a massively powerful Harry Potter, and still living in the Hickory house, but this time I am also myself. (Last dream I was Harry Potter ... this dream it is myself as Harry Potter, if you get what I mean.) There are still hints of the sexuality and passion of the last dream, but this time without any actual touching involved. I keep finding myself looking out the sliding glass door to the patio, sometimes even going out there, and perhaps bits of adventure, though that part I cannot remember. Suddenly, Don Dunn is there, making some kind of arrangements with me in regards to a vehicle. He isn't giving me a car, but it is still quite important, and I am quite pleased with it. Some kind of paperwork or something. Anyway, we are almost finished when he wanders off to check with somebody else about something. I wait a few seconds, then try to follow him through the house. As I reach the living room, I glance out the sliding glass door to see a huge face appear in the sky in front of Ivanova. This thing is huge, massive, and almost psychedelically colorful, kind of a cross between the real First One this scene was reminiscent of and Galactus. It is massive, powerful, and almost entirely a psychic/mental being, rather than physical. I am wondering if this thing might be powerful enough that even I couldn't take it out. It is warning us to get out of the area, not being pushy, but trying to protect us. An enemy First One is also here, and it is trying to keep us apart. The enemy First One attacks the friendly one, and it is also almost entirely mental/psychic, but it is shaped like a Trek shuttlecraft. The friendly being keeps the enemy drawn to itself, so we can get away. I am still staring out the same sliding glass door, but it is now on a space ship in deep space, and I am not only myself and Harry Potter, but also Captain Sheridan, and I am wondering if Garibaldi has gotten around to betraying me yet, before I suddenly wake up in a tilting bed because one of the supports has broken again. Then I really wake up. [Real life influences my dreams again as I just was given a car by a friend because mine broke down, but I picked it up from Don Dunn's shop. Also, the supports on my bed have broken a couple of times in the past, leaving the bed tilting with one or two corners on the ground, but when I really woke up, the bed was still holding together ... for the moment.]
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