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01-23-2013 -- I'm on some sort of church camping trip with Mike Sullins and the gang. I'm not sure, but I think I was an adult for the whole dream, kind of helping to oversee the trip, and it has been an OK trip, but not fabulous. We're loading up the bus to head back to the church, and I find myself trying to half claim one of the front seats. I am given the front bench on the passenger side, which is fine. Some little kid who may be the pastor's son is given the spot just under the bar that I used to love as a kid, but it doesn't bother me as I couldn't fit there as an adult, anyway.

Mike is driving, and the trip home from the usual camp (from dreams, didn't go camping with this church in real life) seems very short, only taking around 45 minutes, when it always seemed the trip used to take 1 1/2 to 2 hours. Soon we're pulling into the church parking lot, and starting to unload the bus, while waiting for parents to come and pick their kids up. I'm probably waiting for everybody else to be picked up, before I get a ride home on the bus.

Mike is going on and all about how good the Boy Scouts are, and how great the trip was, and stuff like that. He seems to be dressed in a scout master uniform, and the pastor's son is in a scout uniform. But something is said that seems to tick the kid off, and he suddenly stalks out of the room, down the driveway, and out to curb on Page Avenue.

He starts angrily calling for his dad, the pastor, who is standing about 20 feet away, but doesn't seem to hear him. This amazes me since I am much further away, and inside the building, but I can hear him just fine. After three loud calls, his father hears him, and walks over and picks him up. He talks to him and comforts him a bit, then puts him back in the room where I am waiting around.

The boy is maybe four or five, and he starts playing with a little girl who is maybe six or seven. Soon they're wrestling a bit, and there seem to be hints of Indian Wrestling in their play, but other forms of wrestling, as well. Somehow it overflows, and I am something of an innocent bystander, as I soon find myself lying on the ground, half-restrained, with them undoing my pants for some reason.

Right at that moment, the assistant pastor busts in, and starts ranting and raving, and wants to know what the Sam Hill is going on! I think he feels something wrong, sexually, is going on, as they are undoing my pants, and I try to defend myself by saying maybe I should have put a stop to things sooner, but I wouldn't have let it go any further if they had tried to pull down my pants, but he seems to blame the kids and feels they are being very evil, and I am only being foolish.

"What if they'd used super glue on you?" He demands. "It could have taken us hours to free you. Or even days if we couldn't get the proper solvent!" He keeps ranting on and on about how bad the kids were, and how could I have allowed this, and it is the story oh Jonah and the Whale all over again! I don't see it as the same thing at all. I don't see how that story ties in, and I don't see any of it as all that bad, but he just won't listen at all.

Finally I have had enough, and like the kid before me, I stalk out of the the room, step over a tiny fence (maybe a foot or a foot and a half tall, more decorative than anything else), and to the curb on Page Avenue, just like the pastor's son, before me. The assistant pastor is calling after me, trying to stop me from going, and not getting why I was so upset with him, but I won't listen, and I keep on my way. I walk down Page to Stanton, then walk under the freeway overpass, before making my way down Calendula and into the flower tract.

I don't know what the big deal is ... I don't agree with the guy, but its not like I don't still plan to attend church next week, or anything. But strange things are happening. People start trying to push me or grab me. The area is turning into a cross between a sort of an old age home and an apartment complex, though the entire neighborhood I am walking through is nothing but single family homes. But somehow I find myself in the apartment complexes behind the church, instead of in the neighborhood I was walking through. [The apartment complexes that aren't there in real life, but have been in lots of dreams.]

In past dreams these apartment complexes have had fun things and nightmare-style things happen in them. In this dream, they are bad things. I find myself arguing religion and politics with people, while going through unpleasant chase bits that seem to go on forever (though I think they really are pretty short.) At one point I am being grabbed an restrained by nurses because they don't agree with my principles, but soon they are turning into attractive-but-old-fashioned school teachers who have a sort of Stepford Wives sort of vibe to them.

I burst out of one apartment complex into a sort of hilly area, where I find myself trying to cross the hills while avoiding dangerous flaming horses. Since they are in groups of four, they just might be the four horses of the apocalypse. Strange and spooky. At first I try to hide from them, but then I find four of them right next to me in a wide open space, so all I can do is ignore them and hope they ignore me, or if they don't, hope I'm powerful enough to survive them.

The entire time, both political and spiritual arguments continue to go on in my head. I manage to get out of the hills and into another of the apartment complexes, but I'm still being chased by the old-fashioned brunettes, who are trying to wrestle me to the ground and restrain me. I don't understand why I find myself saying it, since it still seems to me that he was the nut, and the one in the wrong, but I suddenly speak out loud and say "Fine! I'll apologize to the assistant pastor."

A gap appears in the brick-wall corridor I am in, and I stumble into the lot of the construction supply company directly behind the church, free from all the people chasing me. "On Sunday, after church," I mutter to myself. 50 pound bags of cement start dropping on me. "OK, OK, right now." The cement stops dropping on me, and I claim over the brick wall into the church parking lot.

I approach one of the elders of the church and ask where the assistant pastor is, and he says he left about 15 minutes ago. He looks at me and says something like "You don't look like a process server, but I'm still not going to tell you where he lives or give you his phone number." I end up back in the same room, waiting (perhaps for a day or two) until the assistant pastor shows up again. "Really, God?!?" I kind of announce to the sky.

"Hey Dude! Don't disrespect the Lord!" I find a slightly angry hippie kind of shushing me. "Yeah? Let me tell you a story!" And I proceed to relate the entire dream to him, while he looks more and more flabbergasted as I go on. There are several others here, who also look more and more shocked. As I finish my tale, I look at them, all staring at me in amazement, and ask "Don't tell me the same thing happened to all of you?"

"Oh no, man," the hippie says. "Nothing like that happened to me. Not in the specifics. But in the overall, yeah, man. We're all here to apologize to the assistant pastor because we wouldn't listen to him, man! It's weird!"

08-13-2012 -- At a bank somewhere (Costa Mesa?) though I don't know if I am there making a delivery or doing a mystery shop. There's a robbery going on, and people are being shot. I think at first it is a lady doing the shooting, but then things change, and the lady was one of the ones being shot. I am taking pictures with my camera, and I think there is a friend with me, who might be interviewing people or something. There is a hint of writing an article for the Hornet.

Soon I am in an office building, sitting behind a desk. The area reminds me of the TAMS building, but I am not working security. Tell the truth, I have no idea what I am doing, which makes it hard to get too much accomplished. Lots of people around, and piles of stuff. I guess part of the office was closed for a couple of days, and people from other parts were leaving notes about stuff, but they got buried or blew away, so stuff is being missed.

There is a tall, attractive blonde who seems to be the boss, and she is griping about me not getting enough done, and asking me if I will make the mail run, collecting outgoing mail throughout the building. She is also yelling at everybody about finding some of the missing notes. I had my shoes off, so I am trying to put them back on, and in the process I find some papers and stuff on the ground and start looking through them to maybe find some of the notes.

I find a couple of notes I think might be the ones she is looking for (something about a clown?), and have gotten my shoes on, but now I can't find her. Seems she is mad that I haven't already gotten the mail, and has gone to get it herself.

One of the ladies is leaving the restroom, and several others are commenting on how much of a stink she left behind, as they all move into the break room. My friend from earlier calls me over and tells me they caught us on surveillance video at the bank robbery, and may want to know why we were taking pictures and talking to people. I look at the news report, and yes, there we are. I note how a lot of others weren't as sensible as we were, and got much closer to the gunmen.

My friend is pointing to the screen and telling people "We were there. We saw it." They don't believe him until I tell them it is true, and we're going to do a story on it.

Soon I am back at my desk, still trying to find the tall blonde. A couple of Fullerton College graduates have stopped in to drop off applications, and I figure I'll ask about maybe doing this job permanently, since my car is broke down and I can no longer do the driving job. [True, my car lost its tranny a couple days ago, and I now have to look for a new job. Can't courier without a good vehicle.] I also figure I will ask what the job I am supposed to be doing actually is, so I can start to do it. But I can't find her anywhere.

By this point the office area is the main salon at the Adventurer's Club, and as I hear Sheila doing Samantha Sterling upstairs on the Zebra Mezzanine, I realize she is the blonde. She's now in costume and performing, so I know it's going to be a while before I can talk to her. Graham is playing Hathaway and trading one-liners with her.

8-13-2012 -- Very fragmentory. There was a lot more to this, but all I can pull out of my memory is bits. A few of those bits were interesting enough to make it worth posting, however. (Same thing all night long. Three dreams, but only parts, and all over the place.)

I think there was something about a wrestling company, and somebody complaining about how they were being held back, and threatening the bosses, until they remind him that's just his character, and he's actually too nice a guy to follow through on something like that. Also some hint about vampires, but can't remember anything more than that.

Soon I seem to be kind of working in a hotel, sort of, and being sent all over the place. Somebody has asked if I can make a Chinese omelet, and I have no idea how, but I say I'll figure it out, and will ask one of the two friends online who have been helping me with stuff. I see a French guy wandering by, and he somehow sounds slightly familiar, so I ask him if he is Pierre, and explain I think he is a friend of mine from on-line. He tells me he doesn't know me, never heard of me, and please get away from him.

One of my bosses seems to be Umbridge, and she is yelling at me, and trying to trap me and/or a dog in a sort of tall crate, but I move too quickly, and have somehow locked her in, instead. Think there was more to this, but it is gone now.

Something about trying to hook up, or rehook some computers together for a possible girl friend, and then I suddenly find myself in the Buena Park Mall, somewhere near Waldenbooks, and am helping an attractive blonde with something. We're heading toward either May Co or the exit on La Palma near it, but she says she wants an Orange Julius, and I point out that shop is in the other direction. She decides it isn't important.

Soon we're being chased by something up and down narrow stairways, but we don't really know what it is that is chasing us. Some guy hands me a high-pressure spray paint can that can shoot 20 or 30 feet, and I start spraying it around to prove there isn't anything there, and instead I find I am highlighting some sort of hell horse or evil centaur that was invisible, and now I can actually see it to try and get away from it.

Was a cool dream, wish I could remember it better.

07-15-2012 -- I'm in my original bedroom in the Hickory House, which is a Hogwarts dorm room. I'm surrounded by piles and piles of trash and I'm shoving them around with a bunch of dorm mates making a half-hearted attempt to clean the place up. We're actually a lot more interested in learning a secret Ravenclaw spell that helps them keep the Slytherins at least slightly under control.

We Gryffindors learn it and abuse it for revenge, which leads to all-out warfare at the school. Thankfully the year is almost over, and we're leaving on the Express, but it is not a comfortable journey. There's a lot of magic being thrown around on the train ride, and it is starting to reach dangerous levels. I'm about to get between cars and try to release some of the magic so it can drain off into the countryside, but they've sealed the passages between cars.

At this point things have kind of shifted, and I'm halfway watching Harry, and halfway being Harry. There is a strange multi-timeline story going on, where there is a girl stuck in an inaccessible part of the castle, back in the founders' time. She's trapped in an area that is flooding, and is going to drown, and nobody can do anything about it.

Harry, in the present time, is working on some sort of project involving the Mirror of Ravenclaw, a long-lost artifact from the Founders' Era. Dumbles is trying to help, but really doesn't know what's going on. Harry has managed to recreate the mirror, and is sending it back in time along with a powerful cloak. The two items together can help save the girl.

Rowena Ravenclaw receives the cloak and the mirror, and manages to save the girl, then reveals that she never had any special mirror, and the rumored artifact that Harry 'recreated' was actually the mirror itself, which he sent through time. He was responsible for what he was trying to copy. The drowning girl was saved, somehow in the Smith's Food King parking lot. She half-turns into a guy, then turns back into a girl.

By this point, we are walking through the Disneyland parking lot, instead. Some of the girl's friends are telling her that they will meet her at the end of the night, in the employee parking lot near Harbor House. Problem is, they don't actually work there. I can understand their interest, but am explaining it is better to get a spot in Bambi than in Alice, anyway.

We're getting nearer the main entrance, and suddenly my sister Melody is there, and is two clues away from finishing a Penny Press crossword puzzle. She's going nuts about these last two clues, reading them out to see if anybody else knows them, and drawing thick lines in a grease pencil to make it easy to tell at a glance what the two clues still left to solve are.

We are now at the ticket gates, and I am now with my friend Dale as well as the girl rescued in time. Dale goes through the gate with a normal annual pass. I have one as well, luckily, but it is a key chain version, and is falling apart, like the old key chain I had for L.A. Fitness. They just barely get enough of a response from it and let me in.

It is raining heavily, and as we pass under the train station and reach Main Street, there is a really lousy parade going by. It's one of the really minimal parades like 30 Years of Magic, just something to pass time until they unveil the next major parade. I just try and ignore the whole thing. Dale has walked into the fire station for some reason, and I find myself walking down Main Street singing the Tap Shoes / Harvest Moon medley from Showbiz Is ..., and tap dancing my way down the street. I think I am dancing really badly, but for somebody who doesn't know what they are doing, it is actually pretty good.

I cover the entirety of Main Street in about five seconds, and suddenly find myself at Coke Corner, looking for the piano player. It is still pouring rain, so the piano is inside the restaurant. As I walk in, I find Johnny Lee there, talking to a guest. The guest keeps talking about the last piano player he saw there, who was a bit friendly, a bit crazy, and played very, very fast, and Johnny admitted it sounded like Rod.

The guy was asking Johnny to play a song, and Johnny indicated he wanted to, but unfortunately he had managed to break both his legs, so couldn't make use of any of the pedals. Instead Johnny seemed to be getting ready to go to sleep, and was pulling himself onto the piano keyboard and pulling the keyboard guard thingy over himself almost like a sort of coffin, before he took a nap.