All DJ Entries

09-21-2012 -- Am at the FCM convention with Dale, and we have arrived just in time for dinner. We've walked into the dining room, where everybody is sitting around, eating and talking. Except somehow we're not talking aloud, but in a number of different chats that are floating in the air in front of us. it is very difficult telling one chat from the other and keeping everything in the right place. Very much like the Runescape chats at times.

Dale is trying to jump start my computer for me, but he only has the red cable, and no black cable for the ground, and I'm worried he'll hurt himself, or my computer. I find myself chatting with a really, really experienced player who seems to be taking a bath. I brush against the bath curtain before I realize this is very creepy and wrong, and rush away before he figures out who it was. Weird!

I'm back in line in the cafeteria, and now they are in the middle of closing up, and taking away all the desserts. But that's OK, since I only wanted to grab another glass of milk, anyway. I move on to the auditorium, where I learn that we already missed the business meeting. They also tell me they overbooked the convention, and have no more program guides showing what classes will be where. I think they are joking however, as Joe White is sorting through a stack of them. He gives me one and I ask for a second one for Dale.

Joe tells me he will be giving the first class, and Don Caldwell and Gilbert Adams are arguing loudly about which one of them will be giving a private lecture on Sunday (more a Twist and Shout thing than an FCM thing) and are pranking each other with balloon gags. I'm just glancing around at a few of the balloon sculptures from the jam room.

09-19-2012 -- [Very weird dream, about five hours into sleep period, scenes all over the place and very odd.]

Working in a fast food place of some sort, and see a pack of Mike 'n Ikes or Good and Fruity or the like, which I can't resist taking from a shelf. The place has turned into more of a convenience store, and a minute or two after I take it, I realize I have to pay for it, and try to give my manager a quarter. She doesn't want to take it, and has a policy of only taking bills, but I remind her it is only .25 cents, so bills mouldn't make as much sense.

There are brief hints of Doctor Who and the TARDIS, but it doesn't go anywhere. Instead, as I step into the TARDIS, it turns into an elevator, and just takes me to the second floor. I am now on the second floor at what seems to be a cross between the TAMS warehouse and Hewitt Associates. I don't work here, but for some reason I am in the building.

I am walking down the hall, and find an attractive woman who seems to be delivering some job applications that people have filled out or something. They won't take them, but ask the woman to wait, explaining there is more information needed or something, and that it will all be clear in a couple of minutes. I walk further to where some prospective new employees are being given a test, and they are being told "You will not be able to finish the test. Do not let this worry you, just get as far as you can in it." The questions are all numbered, but not all numbers are used, they jump around.

One guy thinks he has figured out something, and is suggesting everybody ignore any questions numbered under 1000, as their group all has employee numbers over 1000. I'm a little disgruntled, as my number, when I worked there, was under 1000. On the other hand, I am neither reapplying nor taking the test, so why should I care? [Oddly, I am convinced this bit of the story reflects on a Harry Potter fan fiction I read last night right before bed, where Dudley had a number of 00001.]

I walk back toward the attractive lady with the applications, figuring I would try and get a glimpse and see if I could figure what was missing from them. She doesn't want me to look, and seems offended or something, and suddenly we are in May Company at the Buena Park Mall, and either she chases me out the door facing La Palma, or I chase her out of it. We're approaching Dale Avenue, and need to cross to the Food King parking lot, but the traffic is really, really heavy.

Somehow the woman is now being carried in my arms, and is half a very sleepy BC, and half a sleepy cat. And either might be disturbed by all the loud, rushing traffic. There is finally a break in the traffic, and I start to run across the street, when there is some loud music behind us in the mall parking lot. I make it safely across the street and into the Food King parking lot, but now the music is in front of us. It is a group of punks (almost a gang) who are going shopping. As we grab carts and start toward the door, they are telling us we can't go shopping because they are going shopping.

We try to ignore them, and as we approach the door, BC has warped into Dale. Somehow we already have stuff in our carts as we approach the door, and it seems like we have to be checked out to go in, rather than the other way around. Odd. Anyway, we are supposed to have four 12 packs of sodas, and the punks ahead of us only have two, so they steal two from our cart, and the guy checking them in doesn't seem to care. But since Dale and I no longer have four, they aren't sure about letting us in.

Soon they are cooking something for us, but since we don't have all the ingredients they wanted, they aren't making what we ordered. I try to be pleasant, but explain that since they aren't making what we ordered, we'll try it, but if we don't like it, we'll refuse it. One of the punks is making fun of us, so I suddenly start beating him, seriously, about the face, really smashing it up pretty badly. I am speaking to the manager about the whole situation when Dale gets mad, and starts slamming the face of the employee into a table, smashing him up pretty badly, as well. The manager says he was thinking about firing the guy, anyway, and I am trying to make sure Dale doesn't go too far and kill the guy.

Soon we're sitting on one of the benches outside the store. It is late at night, and for some reason I have a deck of cards and am asking Dale to "pick a card, any card." Except I've forgotten how whatever trick I was going to do was supposed to work, so I just put the deck in my pocket and forget about it. We're discussing some sort of trip we want to take at the end of the month, but don't know if we can pull it off, probably not. Dale is falling asleep, while I am matching up these strange little bits of stone, and whenever I find two that are alike, they disappear. I am soon realizing they are Runescape strange rocks.

09-11-2012 -- I'm at Newberry's in the Buena Park Mall, where I run into Joel K., who in telling me about this neat daily freebie in Runescape that I wasn't aware of. There is something about a weird sleep issue that might have told me I was dreaming if I was paying enough attention, and something about some kind of farming connection.

I am just finishing up an herb run, and have my pack full of herbs. Joel has warned me there is some kind of sacrifice involved, and I might lose any food I have in my backpack. I don't know if herbs might count as food or not, but I'm thinking it might be wise to stop at a bank and drop off my herbs, first. Joel suggests if I am stopping by the bank, to get some robes to use as the sacrifice instead. I don't get what he means immediately, but eventually I think the idea is cheap, disposable robes, so I don't lose anything of real value.

I think we're walking through Al Kharid, which seems to look just like Fiesta Village at Knott's. We're approaching the garage that the small Model T ride runs out of, which seems to be right behind the palace. There, Joel has a short fight (perhaps 20 seconds) with a small, chipped blade which is floating in the air. Beating it should be easy, even for me. He is gathering up some kind of small grubs or something, and storing them.

He explains this is only the first part of things, and leads me past some buildings and things until we come to a small cabin down a long road on the side of a cliff, where there is a witchdoctor waiting. He tells me this is where the second part takes place, and gives me a small carafe filled with powdered Tang. When I do this myself, I will mix the Tang with water to make a drink for the ceremony. But he tells me any kind of drink should work.

He briefly turns into Greg Jones, then disappears. I am now wandering around Disneyland/Runescape in an area that reminds me of the Big Thunder Trail between Frontierland and Fantasyland, and I spot Dale in line for a ride. I head further down the road, passing first a large wood chipper, then two or three inflatables that look like carnival rides. There is a ride that seems to be kind of a cross between a mine train and a Norwegian Viking ride, and Dale comments it is one of his favorites.

I make my way back to the hut, and now there is a guy there who seems to be dressed like one of the rangers at the Karambe Wildlife reserve in the Animal Kingdom. I think he is there collecting real blood samples or something, but it turns out he is part of the freebie. I admit this is my first time of doing the freebie, and I don't really know what I am doing yet. He doesn't get my Tang powder, and to my horror he throws it out, but just replaces it with powdered lemonade and adds water, so it's still ok.

While he is standing there, an evil witch appears behind him and beheads him with a huge lumberjack saw. I grab my weapon, and strike the saw, and manage to break it. The witch is about to attack me, but there are animals here that are defending me. I think there is a large tiger, and something huge (elephant, rhino?) is actually tearing it's way through the roof and pulling itself inside to help protect me. Unfortunately since we're in this tiny, frail cabin on a cliff, I'm afraid the beast is going to cause the whole thing to fall off the cliff.

09-02-2012 -- Again, more bits that serious full dreams, but some interesting parts making it worth noting stuff down. Had trouble sleeping for no known reason, so lots of time spent half-dreaming dull, repetitive stuff involving picking up passengers in Railroad Tycoon without ever building stations. Strange stuff.

---

Some kind of Alvin Maker dream, back in the 1800s. Can't remember much, except I am crossing mountains by climbing a much longer, taller than usual overpass. I get to the top of this thing, and half roll, half jump off a semi-cliff to reach the Indian lands to the west. I visit for a little while, and make plans to return the following year, but only after the spring thaws. The Prophet is laughing. He thinks things are going to happen in such a way that my time estimates will be off, and I'll actually be leading everybody else back just before the major snows of winter hit. Neat stuff, but can't remember most of it.

---

Somehow branching off from the last bit, but in current time. I am driving across the country with two others, Dale, and another person, who is our navigator. Have no idea who he is, though. We're going all the way from Florida to California, and though I try not to ask too often, eventually I have to ask how we're doing, and have far we've gotten, though I promise I won't ask every few minutes, and it won't turn into "Are we there yet? Are we there yet? ..." Suddenly I don't have to ask, because I recognize the small town we've just entered. [Its not a real town, but one I have dreamed of before.] I can't put an exact name to it with any confidence, but I think it is about halfway across on our trip. [The last dream was a trip between California and Nebraska, so I think we're actually more than halfway through, since we're covering the whole country, and not just half.]

Anyway, we've arrived at this town, and it is late in the evening, and we're going to get a room for the night, and a meal. There is a pizza parlor here, and to motel also offers pizza. (Think it is an Econolodge.) I am explaining to Dale that the hotel's pizza is thinner, less toppings, and less tasty, but cheaper. The pizza parlor's pizza is much better tasting, and more filling, but it is also much more expensive, and he is having to decide which one we're going to eat for dinner. The same lady is working the front desk who was working it the ten years ago or so that I was here, and she almost seems to recognize me. Dale is asking about sodas, and she explains they have powdered milk or warm juice available to drink. There just aren't a lot of drink options at the motel, itself.

I refuse to worry about that, though, as I have just remembered that on the last trip through this town, they had Hostess Os donuts, and I'm about to run off and go looking for some. I start to walk out the back door to go get the car when I find somebody in a gorilla mask, carrying a gun. I am afraid I am going to be mugged, but it turns out to be the front desk clerk. She wears the mask and carries the gun when she goes outside to scare off anybody who might try to mug her. So I continue on my way to the car in search of donuts.

---

Am at some odd sort of combination of a hospital or doctor's office and Fullerton College. I'm walking around, trying to find a way to talk to a nurse friend of mine, and just listening to what is going on. I overhear some conversation about how Peter Pyle took advantage of some sort of government program to form his own college -within- Fullerton College. [This is kind of like the way there are a bunch of colleges that make up Cambridge University, which makes sense, since I got to know Peter during the exchange program to Cambridge.] Gives him more control over what he wants to study, and I am thinking it sounds like a good idea.

Somehow I am putting on an old blue blazer from Pedus (first security company I ever worked for) in the hopes that nobody will notice me, and I can go looking for my nurse friend. It turns into a long white smock, which ought to blend in even better. I get distracted, though, by a friend who is looking at a large man-eating plant. [Think of Audrey II from Little Shop of Horrors.] This thing is young, and it can't talk yet. It actually seems slightly friendly, or least not evil. There are two pods (faces, thinking parts) and some of their vines have grown together, so they can't get too far apart. One of my friends is trying to untangle them, but with no real success.

I'm trying to take some pictures at them, and I discover they react at least somewhat well if you sort of cluck at them to draw their attention. Not cluck like a chicken, but like you might make slight sounds to get the attention of a cat or dog, without actually saying anything. One of the pods swings to look at me, and I try to take a picture, but I find my camera is a gun. Well, I find my camera is in the shape of a gun. I stare down the sight, pull the trigger, and it snaps a picture. Problem is, I'm not hearing the click I'm supposed to, so I don't know if it is really taking pictures or not. Anyway, I keep trying to get some good shots. It must be near Christmas time, because I see a marmalade cat shift out of the way as the Grinch peeks out of a hole in the wall above the plant, then pops back in. I call out to try and get it to reappear so I can take a picture of it. I think then gun scares it, though, because suddenly its the Doctor (not sure which one) revealing he was only dressing up as the Grinch.

---

I find myself in the living room of the Hickory house with a couple of friends from high school. For some reason Amy F is asking if we can all remember an old TV show, and making comments about what station showed it. I'm not sure what the show was, might have been Bonanza or Big Valley, but whatever it was, I doubt she could remember the exact station it was shown on, anyway, so I'm kind of considering challenging her to prove what she says she can remember. But since she is sitting on the couch in a short, loose skirt, and crossing and uncrossing her legs a lot, and I am sitting on the floor with a nice view of it, I'm a little distracted. I don't see anything except a nice expanse of leg, but it's still a nice sight. The other friend is a blond that I can't identify, but she suddenly stands up and starts to strip off her shorts. I'm thinking things are starting to get interesting, but she's just running to the restroom with a lightning case of diarrhea. Yuck!