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The title is an allusion to the dream being a lot like strange days at Blake Holsey High and warehouse 13's artifacts.

In this dream I had just started working at a new call center. There was nothing strange about this building, the people in it, or its surroundings. My first day I was told to be wary of anything out of the ordinary but I just brushed this information off because what could they possibly be referring to? Everything seemed fine until my lunch break came around. I took a walk outside and found everyone cheering about something. I walked up to the crowd nearby and asked what was going on, and they gave me a response. The response given was inaudible and over my head anyway, but all I could see was a blocky snowman outside in the summertime. I decided this was none of my business, so I headed back inside but not before seeing the snowman seemingly move from its location. Skip forward a few months, and it turns out this building experiences a phenomena where strange things are attracted to it, Every day you will experience a new danger caused by someone or something. Normally the cause is an artifact, but sometimes people just go crazy and devise a plan to harm others. On this day, I was speaking to a coworker named Steve. We were talking about all the weird things that had happened to us up until this point. Steve was talking about his favorite artifact- A pair of reading glasses. Seemingly harmless, these glasses made you smarter and more agile than any drug could do, but they had a harsh side effect which caused you to forget anything that you said or did while wearing them. After nearly the whole office had worn these glasses at one point or another due to curiosity and desire for knowledge, the glasses were finally taken away and thrown into a vault storage. The glasses had been a cause for a major scuffle between the employees, as they all thirsted for the knowledge the glasses had to provide. I made a snide comment back to Steve about how petty that all seemed, and he asked me what the most noteworthy thing for me had been.

To be honest, I don't remember what had happened to me, but he made a joke about my story in return. After lunch break I heard some people talking about these weird bites on their bodies from what must have been a large bug. I thought it was a little strange, but I just went back to work. Some time passed, and everyone was receiving these weird bug bites. We even tracked down what kind of bug was doing it. It seemed to be a kind of flying cockroach. Panic started to spread as some of the people bitten earlier were starting to get headaches and blurred vision. We had a medic on scene at this point. She was studying the different bugs and as she was studying, more and more just piled in on her research desk. MY coworkers and I kept killing more and more of these bugs and handing them over to the medic for research. Enough time passed for it to be my final break for the day, so I go outside for a bit and the first thing I notice is the large number of these bugs flying around outside. I swat a few away, but quickly go back inside. It was not a swarm outside per se, but it was certainly a visibly large number of them. I warn the others inside, but not before noticing a bug bite on my lower calf. The panic in the building rose as we had no idea what these bugs were capable of. We just knew the number of them present was rising at an alarming rate, there were rumors they had intelligence and could shapeshift, and there could very well be an epidemic because of them. We had to find what artifact was causing these things before the infestation spread further away from just our building.

The dream ended here sadly, so I'll never know what these things were capably of, how we got rid of them, or what was causing them. Still a pretty detailed and fun dream though!

06-30-2014 -- Playing semi-live Runescape like in many recent dreams, and like most of them, doing herb runs and farming in the Port Phasmatys area, and kind of chasing ghosts around in a weird version of penguins, with just a hint of flashbacks to the Frozen RS dream and the Russians / spies RS dream. I seem to be playing right next to Neville Longbottom, and am helping him to try and figure out his part of the game / dream. At one point I knock over my ecto-vial, and am scrambling to get it upright and recapped before enough leaks out that it activates, but I find myself sitting in a cross between a car and a bed, scrambling to get little tiny blue pills (about the size of an eye glasses screw head, which is quite tiny) back in the bottle.

Soon I find myself kind of being possessed, and I find I am following an almost Maleficent-like witch [no, I haven't seen the movie, or even any trailers for it] through a cave, over a red carpet. I'm trying to break free of her control, and she is trying to get me to the place of the sacrifice before I can. I guess I manage to break free on time, because I soon find myself sitting at a desk, continuing to pick up the tiny blue pills, and I start to find white and pink ones as well. I can't believe how many pills I have managed to drop.

It turns out I am sitting at my desk in a call center, in front of a 60" (or so) monitor, and Rosemary, my supervisor, comes stalking up to me, angry because I am playing Runescape, and ordering me to stop and get back to work. She stalks off, but I have no intention of stopping. It is a break, or perhaps my lunch, and during those times my time is my own. [in real life, while my time would still be my own, their computer equipment would not be my own.] Still, Rosemary pulling my computer away from me disconnected me from the game. Worse, I have been logging in for weeks using a special in game item or control, an it seems it just expired and disappeared. And now I can't find anything to double-click on to log in! Darn it!

I'm sitting here grumbling to myself about the situation, as a bunch of new employees are being walked into the office, and one is being sat right behind me. She is vaguely attractive, but has an almost overly-cheery attitude, kind of like Kathy Najimy's character in Sister Act, and is bugging me, saying I ought to listen to 'Miss Rosemary,' and I should be reading a book, or maybe a magazine about gay-lesbian-bi issues or something, and I snap. I snarl at her, and tell her I have probably read some 50k books in my life, far more, I'm sure, than she ever has, that I have no interest in reading any of her liberal clap-trap, and how my break time is my own, and I will do whatever I darn well please with it!

01-27-2014 -- [Weird, and can't pull up all the details. The 5-HTP last night seems to be making my sleep worse, and my dreams less detailed.] Working in some strange sort of cross between a shopping mall and a call center, trying to sell something over the phone, but the company's policies make the actual selling more and more difficult. I've gotten to be on pretty good terms with one of the customers, and am hoping for a sale, but in the process I end up flying with them somewhere.

Soon we are in an airport, changing planes, and I find out that somehow I am now being asked to pilot the plane. The client is inviting me out for a drink, but there is a company policy (which actually makes sense in the dream, though it sure doesn't make sense now that I am awake) that we are allowed to drink while we're at other airports, preparing to fly back home, but not at our home airport. Since we're at the home airport, I have to turn down the drink, and in the process, lose the sale.

Instead I find myself back at the call center, which has now turned into a warehouse that does long-haul courier work of hundreds of extremely small loads in huge big rigs across the country. It is my first day on the job, and I have a package to take to Massachusetts, and have just watched as they loaded the last package on the truck. For some reason, my job is to sit on the back of the truck and make sure everything is all right, but the driver who has started the truck up never closed up the back or raised the lift gate, and as he starts to drive, one of the crates falls out of the back and lands in some other crates. We have no method of communication established, so I am trying to think of what to do, then start beating on the roof of the trailer really loud, and make enough noise that he hears me and stops. He peers at me in the side mirror, and asks what is up, and I explain we have a small problem and a potentially larger problem.

The small problem is he forgot to close up the back of the truck and raise the lift gate, the potentially larger problem is the crate that fell out, and if it was breakable stuff, may be problems. He assures me that the crate isn't a problem, and starts to get it reloaded. The things he is saying also kind of indicate that it was probably all a test to see if I was paying attention, and I may have done well. As they are reloading the crate, I run off for a quick bathroom break, and when I come back I find the truck is gone. I missed it while going to the bathroom. I am almost to the point of weeping, figuring I am probably going to be fired now, and I am convinced I don't have any idea what I am doing.

But then the female supervisor comes up to me, explains I handled the situation with the back of the truck and the crate just right, and while I did miss my truck, it is my first day on the job, and I won't be in trouble for it ... but can I think of what I might to differently to avoid the problem? I say I would probably tell them that I was running to the bathroom, rather than just assuming I can make it back quick enough, and she responds with something along the lines of "There you go!" I finally conclude I don't need to quit or be fired, and that I will only get better with a little time and experience. "Now you're getting it!"

I was looking for someone. I was in Bacolod, in a building where Quan is near Shopping and La Salle. It was a call center there. Second floor (there are only two stories of the building). A lot of people. I saw a familiar one.

Somehow, even against my protest, I became an agent. I was on a cellphone, talking to a client, asking about the quality of a product or service. I was able to answer confidently. I saw Calvin again, the familiar face.

I traveled somewhere with some people. A dormitory? I was asking about the accommodation. The landlady said something about floods, indicating a deep flood, and I told her that some of my companions are girls.

Walked again, in another dormitory with sis. A familiar dormitory, where a friend (or a number of friends) lived. We ate there. Then we escaped, although we know they won't mind we ate there. Went "home."

Mom complained about sis's water jug. That's when I realized I don't have mine. I might have left it outside of the dormitory.