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    1. Stealing the Sonic Screwdriver

      by , 04-12-2015 at 12:44 PM
      At first I was riding a bike along a dirt road, but I didn't want to go to far, as I had to turn around and go back. I don't remember where I had to go back to though. There was a bridge over the road I was on, and I went past it. The scene in the dream changes a little as I turn around to go back. Now there is a sidewalk to follow to the side of the road. So I start walking up the hill on it. There was this guy who went past me with some tools. He goes past me and starts building a house with some other people, although the foundation was only shed size. The foundation is part of the sidewalk, so their project is blocking the sidewalk. I hear two of the people there, a man and woman, plan to do something with these things they have. It is some type of evil plan that will hurt many people in order so they will gain. It takes me a few minutes, as I linger around the area looking around, but I manage to steal two of their devices. One is a small power cube, it is actually pulsating with energy and lights up as it pulses. The other is a sonic screwdriver. I almost get away, but the woman sees the sonic screwdriver in my hand and they chase me.

      I don't get far, but I don't have to. As they close in, I turn the power of the sonic screwdriver on the guy and he de-activates. It seems he is an android from what I can tell. The woman coming after me pretty much gives up her cause at this point, and doesn't try to directly confront me. She does still stalk me, hoping to get the stuff back some other way. It seems the android guy had a CD in his head, which ejected from his mouth when he de-activated. I knew this CD had the instructions on how to use the sonic screwdriver, but I didn't have a CD player to use it. So I'm sticking the CD in my own mouth part way, hoping that will work, but I'm like what am I doing? The only thing I'm doing is slobbering on the CD. I wake up while trying to think of ways to use the instruction CD for the sonic screwdriver.

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    2. No Brakes in a Non-Existent Car

      by , 08-02-2012 at 05:47 AM
      07-24-2012 -- I'm in my room in a house where I am renting a room, and it seems like Randy (one of the roommates where I currently live) and I are sharing a room. There is very thick dust everywhere, and it is obvious nothing has been dusted in years. There is a third roommate here, as well, and he has a slim black girlfriend. I'm thinking about asking the others for some help in maybe dusting a little, but figure I am not going to ask until the girl friend leaves. But Randy already has a can of Pledge, and is starting to work.

      He's dusting a table, and to help him out, I start picking up the stuff sitting on the table. He asks me where I am going to put it, and I admit, right back where I picked it up from, but in the meantime, he'll be able to dust more of the table. Mom is there, as well, though she doesn't seem to actually do anything.

      Soon things shift, and I am driving in the city centre of either Cambridge or London, and am thinking about the recent visit I made to the museum in another dream. Strangely, though I could have sworn I posted that dream, I cannot currently find it. In the car with me are mom, Randy, and the black girl friend. I'm turning a corner, and suddenly the brakes don't work, and I find myself jumping a curb onto a lawn, and hit a couple of wooden posts that help me to stop.

      I'm right next to a broken down car, and suddenly a police car pulls up next to both of us. I'm worried the cop is going to give me a ticket, but he seems to be ignoring me. I can't go forward, and I have cars to the left and the right, so all I can do is start to slowly back out, but the brakes are still not working, and I am worried about them. I'm being very slow and careful, but as I approach the curb, I am afraid I'll shoot right back out into the intersection, so I open the door and stick out my foot, using it to brake.

      I'm still on the grass, right at the edge of the curb, and now the cop is watching me, so I want to be very sure I keep control of the car. I decide I better carry it to the street. But when I turn around, it suddenly isn't there. So I bend over and pick up a large nothing, and very carefully set it down in the street. I'm still worried about the brakes in my, now non-existent, car, but the black girlfriend tells me to just add some brake fluid and I ought to be fine. I seem to remember an Auto Zone about a half-mile down the road, so I figure I can get some fluid there.

      The car still isn't there, so I very carefully climb into nothing and mime taking a seat. None of the passengers have any problem doing the same thing. As we're just sitting there in thin air and about to start driving, a young kid comes up to us and fastens a Pleasure Island wrist band around my wrist. He starts nattering on about saving seats for me and collectibles and stuff. As he runs off, I tell the others he is a great kid, but I don't know why he is saving seats for me at a Disneyland stage show when I am currently closest to Euro Disneyland.

      We start driving, and I realize I am on the wrong side of the road, but so are most of the other cars. In my dreams, most people in England seem to be tourists who can't remember which side of the road to drive on. We keep kind of drifting from one side of the road to the other. Meanwhile, this road in England seems to be Euclid Avenue, and the shop I seem to remember is just a couple of doors down from Euclid and Malvern / Chapman in Fullerton. But it is in England.

      I'm nearly to the building I am looking for, but it is no longer an Auto Zone, but a photography store being run from an old house. We step inside, and I really need to buy some of the flat round batteries for my camera, but I don't have any money. But I remember that I don't have a car, either, and that hasn't stopped me, so I just reach into my pocket and pull out nothing, which I figure I'll use to pay for the batteries. That was I don't have to borrow money from mom.

      All the people who work in the shop are females, and somehow I know they are all werewolves and vampires, though it doesn't seem to be affecting them right now. I've been here before, and the woman who owns the place remembers me, even though it has been 15 or 20 years. Somehow zombies are mentioned, and one of the women snaps out "We aren't dead, yet!" I see Amy Pond walk down a hall, but only half-register it in my mind. The whole thing is very surreal. A few moments later, she wanders back through and starts up the staircase. I turn to Chris Hires next to me, and in tandem we both shout "We've got Amy Pond" kind of like the Weasley Twins shouted out "We got Potter!" at the Hogwarts sorting.
    3. Looking for Clues to Open the Safe

      by , 11-21-2011 at 05:04 AM
      7/12/2011
      I'm trying to figure out the combination to a safe. My dad says no one has ever solved it. I don't believe him. I look for clues. I'm in some sort of hotel or resort. I go through each floor, looking for clues.

      The companion with long blond hair isn't compatible with this doctor (Dr. Who stuff). They are too similar. She mostly says 'yes' all the time.

      I'm in a bathroom, about to use it, but I hear a noise. There's a gap in the wall behind the toilet. I see someone's boots. It turns out to be a little girl, hiding in the tunnels in the wall. I help pull her out, being careful she doesn't touch the blue toilet water (it's one of those chemical toilets). There are tiny red bugs underneath the toilet seat. I should squish them, but i don't want to touch them.

      In bed, I see pests and freak out. There's a tiny mouse, no bigger than the end of my thumb. I blow it away. There are bugs or spiders. Little red ones hiding under the pillow.

      There are a group of people up to no good. Something is throw out of a window when the police come to search. I scramble to get it. It's the second clue for the safe.