05-02-16 Very weird, not too detailed, and all over the place. First I am just kind of driving around in fairly large vehicles, running into some driving problems, and especially having problems with backing up in these large, earth-mover types of vehicles. Soon it turns to a point where I am kind of standing there looking at a truck filled with dirt. Somehow this truck has two levels. One level holds dirt, the other (underneath the dirt) is filled with water. There is a hose running from the underside of the truck, to above the section containing dirt, where it can spray water over the dirt. The weird thing is, the hose just seems to hang there, but doesn't seem to be attached to anything to hold it in place, so I am trying to figure out how it works. Unfortunately, however it works, it doesn't seem to work very well. What it is supposed to do is add a lot of water, and then mix into the dirt to make mud, but there doesn't seem to be nearly enough water, and it is just kind of being absorbed into the dirt without making any mud at all. Others are standing around, complaining about how there isn't enough water. And, being a dream, things are starting to change. It is soon like I am looking at a sort of light blue sticky topping being poured over popcorn to make popcorn balls, except there isn't enough, and it is only coating the outside top of the popcorn, and it needs to be mixed up enough to coat everything, so it can help hold things together. Except now it is a sauce (perhaps soy sauce) being poured on the top of one of three small mounds of rice, and I am quickly eating the rice (and it is pretty good.) Problem is, all the others are now complaining, and how dare I eat all that rice, and not be worrying about eating all kinds of vegetables, instead. Now the amount I ate was not, in any way, unreasonable, and I just get tired of listening to these people yell at me, so I say I guess I'll just have to avoid meals at 'home' any more, and eat out all the time, from here on out. I walk out the door, and start to head a couple of blocks over, where I remember seeing a Chinese restaurant, and as I walk along, I find myself muttering to myself about how I wish I had joined another foreign exchange program to England, instead of the one to the Midwest that I am actually on. The next thing I know, I am walking from Smith's Food King and dipping onto Tamarack, before I double-back onto Dale. It is late at night, and there are several tough looking guys wandering around, and I am trying to stay out of their way, while walking down the block. I am trying to fill out some sort of grid, but things aren't starting where they should, and columns are not lining up, and it is all very weird, and I find myself trying to turn in weird test papers to Dolores Umbridge, and things are just fragmenting into nonsense as I wake up.
Non-Dream Dream Dream 1: I am creating virtual cities and buying/selling people and accessories. The people / accessories can gain or lose value depending on their interactions with everything else in the simulation. Dream 2: I am driving on a freeway with my dad and I am unable to negotiate turns. I am not drunk or on drugs but every time I need to make even the slightest turn I veer into other lanes or off the road. Miraculously I do not run into any other cars even thought the freeway is packed. I finally pull off the road and we go into a bar/diner. People in the place have large bags of weed. Dream 3: Picking up my brother from an airport. Not sure where we are - perhaps Vietnam. It begins to snow and I am terrified of driving in the snow / ice but my brother's wife makes me. There are strange trains going all throughout the city and they frequently hit cars - but this is acceptable.
07-24-2013 -- [Bad night for sleeping, great night for dreams. Lots of bits or fragments, but more memorable than usual. Going to take this all in order to paint a full picture of the night. First dream of the night was long and involved, but mostly gone, since I never woke up to write it down, and it was mostly replaced by the second dream. Yet I can remember bits of it.] I was still being helped by Carl in regards to the whole homeless situation, though things were complicated by the fact that he was becoming homeless, as well. There were hints of the tribulation period, and being chased and pursued, partly by marked men, partly by demons, but not nightmare-scary, just interesting. At one point hiding in a cross between a shopping mall and a hotel. I am invisible, watching the situation, while there are two children in the hotel room. One the bad guys know is there, the other they don't, and I am trying to use whatever power I might have to kind of blind the bad guy to the child he doesn't know is there, who is currently more or less in plain sight, but trying to move into hiding behind a couch without being seen. - [Second dream was the detailed Dungeon Becomes Trek Ride at Disneyland dream, which is being posted separately as it was a full dream by any measurement. After I dreamed it, I woke up and jotted it and the above fragment down. After that, I tried to go back to sleep, but wasn't succeeding. Proceeded to drift in and out of sleep and dreams, leading to fragments, stream of consciousness, and some weird stuff.] I find myself taking part in a very strange version of Third Rock From the Sun. I am the alien, coming to observe Earth and learn about it. I am not fully here, yet. I am non-corporeal, just a spirit, almost a ghost. I am invisible to most, though the more time I spend around a person, the more they can begin to kind of catch me out of the corner of their eye. I am watching over the house I am going to live in, which seems to be a blend of houses I have really lived in, watching my soon-to-be roommates, which include Drew Cary (who may own the house), Sally (from Third Rock), and the slightly Indian fellow who used to share the Pageant house with us. So I am hanging out in the house, and Sally is the first to start to notice me, as she begins asking the others "Is it my imagination, or is there a guy watching us?" With her pointing me out, the others slowly start to see me, too. They try to communicate with me, but I have no physical body yet, so no vocal chords, and I cannot talk to them, but they really want to communicate. Eventually they are trying to get me to do charades, and I am thinking to myself 'this is ridiculous,' and figure I might as well be even more ridiculous, so I start shaking and spasming, and go into receiving mode for getting a message from the Big, Giant Head. Except no message comes, instead I just pass out. Since I have no body, they can't move me, so when I wake, I am still lying face down on the floor where I passed out. But somehow Drew had the bright idea to stick a bowl full of Vodka (or some kind of hard liquor) in the same space as my head, and in the time that I was laying there, I somehow slowly absorbed some of the booze. With no mass to dilute it, whatever little amount I somehow absorbed has got me completely plastered. So I am now this drunk non-corporeal spirit, wandering around this house. And it seems I am horny when I am drunk. I wander into Sally's room, and find she is having a sleepover, and has two other attractive women in her bed with her, all in pajamas. As I am drunk and horny, I keep trying to feel up the three of them, and even though I get nowhere, I am having a good time. I am annoying them, though, and they are telling me to get lost, so eventually I wander off. But there is a method to my madness, and I figure if I wait a little while they will fall asleep, and then I can come back and crawl into bed with them, and sleep in the middle of them, and even if I have no physical body to feel with, it will still be pleasant to wake up in the middle of them. - Something about a mixture of the Hornet and Hosanna Printing, but no details. Then I find myself driving down I-4, but very very tired, and I keep drifting into sleep and waking up again. Very dangerous. I am approaching downtown, driving with both my feet resting up on the dash, which makes it very hard to apply the brakes when needed. Especially since the car isn't large enough, and it is very difficult to first get my feet off the dash, then over the center console, to get them back down by the pedals, so every time I need to brake, it is less and less likely that I will be able to do so. At one point I am drifting to the right, and pushing against a tractor trailer. The mass of my car or truck (no idea what I am driving, though the dash thing seems like the Jimmy) isn't doing a thing to the truck, but it's driver is glaring at me. We are approaching the downtown area, and one of the off ramps that forces a lane off the freeway (probably the South Street exit) and I think I have gotten far enough over that I won't be forced off, and I can't help but drift off again. I guess I was wrong, because when I wake again, I am barreling down the off ramp at high speed, approaching a stop light and heavy traffic. I am struggling to get my feet down to the brakes again. Even as I start to apply the brakes, I don't know if I will make it, so I also turn in to the parking lot of the dry cleaners on the right side of the off ramp, which gives me enough extra space to stop. So I am now in the parking lot, and am preparing to move back onto the highway, but there are bookcases just standing there in the middle of the lot, blocking the exits. I am moving them just enough to make enough space for my scooter to fit through, so I guess the car or truck has disappeared. Am about to climb back on the scooter and leave, when I spot my marmalade cat, Sammy. [Cat I had when I was a kid.] Sammy is supposed to sit on my shoulder and dig his claws in, so he can safely stay with me on the scooter, but it seems he can't stay awake either, and keeps sliding down to my lap, and if he does that while we are riding, he will fall off, probably die, and even if not, I will lose him. I am trying to explain this to him, and get him to stay awake, when he tells me he doesn't want to ride the scooter, he wants to ride the full-blown motorcycle. [Yes, my cat is now talking to me.] I ask him what motorcycle, and he reminds me of one that I got in another dream, recently. I can't remember the dream he is mentioning, either in the dream or awake, but yes, I can vaguely remember a motorcycle, but I have no idea where it is. He tells me that I left it parked at the First Church of the Nazarene, so I guess we have also shifted from Orlando to Buena Park. Obviously I realize I am dreaming to some extent, but not enough to register what it means. - Suddenly I am standing in a room with three beautiful women, a tall blonde, a tall redhead, and a shorter brunette. The blonde may be Sally (3rd Rock), the shorter brunette may be Lucy Liu, no idea who the redhead is. I am referring to them as angels, though I have no idea if that is real angels or Charlie's Angels (Lucy Liu, after all) or some other sort of angels ... no idea. But whatever they are, I am thanking them for somehow saving my life, and trying to show that thanks by giving them all sensual massages as they stand there in lingerie. I am trying to talk them out of what little they are wearing, and into a shower for even more relaxation, and they try to tell me it is not necessary, yet moments later all four of us are in the shower, nude, under the warm water, as I run soapy hands all over their luscious bodies, and they moan in pleasure. At this point, I am fully here, and they are about half corporeal, so there is a sense that this ties in slightly with the Third Rock fragment above, which is why I think the blonde might be Sally. Meanwhile, I am greatly enjoying the caressing, but I have to be careful to avoid caressing one of Lucy Liu's buttocks, as she has a massive bruise there, and it hurts if I caress that spot. Very nice! - Somehow I am standing at the counter of a convenience store ... in Ohio, I think. No idea how I got there, but I don't think Ohio is all that near the national border. Somehow I am being given a dollar in change, perhaps from a very small winning lotto scratch-off or something. I just don't know. At first I think they are giving me too much money, because I have at least two quarters, and what looks like a 50 cent piece, plus several more coins, but then I start looking at the coins, and realize that isn't a 50 cent piece, though it may be a 50p coin. Several of the other coins are foreign coins, including Canadian and Chinese, or plastic coins, or bits of metal, in one case a washer, and oddest of all, a cheap womans' watch. So I am figuring I have been shorted. But then I count all the actual American coins I have received, and it adds up to 99 cents, and I decide that all the other stuff has to be worth at least a penny, so I don't make a fuss. I am feeling a little hungry, and I spot a bag of something very like Crackerjack, but not, and I decide to buy it. I lay it on the counter, and pull out a debit card, because I don't want to go through the coin nonsense again. Problem is, they ring it up and quote me a price of over three dollars, and the extra is for using the debit card for such a small amount. I refuse, saying no way am I paying over a dollar extra for that. They say it isn't a dollar extra, it is only 20 cents extra, and that was an accident, it should have only been ten cents, but it rang up twice. I look at the package, which is now marked something like 2.19, and still refuse to pay -almost- a dollar extra. They say they will refund the ten cents, but I refuse, take my card back, and hand them a $10 bill. They start giving me hundreds of bits of paper as my change. A few bills are actual American currency. Others are cheap counterfeit bills, or IOUs, or foreign bills in yen, and rubles, and pounds and francs. Some claim to be American money, with pictures of American presidents on them, but the paper is very colorful, and in different sizes, like many of the other countries do. I am complaining about what I received, going through it carefully to try and see how much actual real American bills I have received, and somebody behind me in line is wondering why I am complaining, and saying I seem to have received more than enough. Thankfully, I don't have to lose my count to reply to him, as his wife tries to explain to him that counterfeit money isn't as good as the real thing. By this time, the package clearly shows the price of the snack to be 2.99, and it always has, and I have seven dollars in real bills, along with all the other garbage, but I am still angry at being ripped off, and threatening to call the police, because I should be getting eight dollars in change. Which just goes to show, not only can numbers change randomly in dreams, but one's math skills also suffer, because 10-3 is not 8. --- 07-21-2013 -- Some guy is unfriendly to me in a parking lot, then I find myself trying to chase a lizard out of my car, and into a corner, where it ends up fighting with, and trying not to be swallowed by a snake. Soon things have morphed into the snake and lizard being in a high corner of the garage of the Hickory House, which is very dirty and dusty and filled with cob webs and spider webs. I blunder through one web, and end up getting bitten by a large spider, perhaps the size of a small tarantula, on the back of my hand. I am kind of trapped in webbing, and on my back on the ground, and am trying to get out of the way of several more spiders dropping from the ceiling, but I can't seem to move, so I may soon collect several more bites.
01-09-2013 -- [This one is titled kind of odd because the dream was all over the place, and it would be halfway difficult to come up with a good title for it, but for the sixth or seventh day in a row, somebody has been showing up in my dreams who really has no reason to be there. And since a friend has jokingly theorized that this woman can put herself in other people's dreams, and since she has recently commented on how often others have mentioned dreaming of her, I can't help but start considering her a sort of stalker, placing herself in my dreams.] Doing a mystery shop at a convenience store over by Universal Studios. Since they don't have a fountain drink area, and since the hot dogs look really mangled, I am being forced to buy coffee, which means this must be a Circle K shop. I am wandering around the store checking on all the things I need to check on, and am amazed by the guy that seems to be buying one of the hot dogs that looks like it has been setting on the rollers for days or even weeks. The cashier is asking me if I need any help, while I am approaching the coffee counter. I get there right before a pregnant woman, and grab a coffee cup, but it seems to be the last one of any size. It also feels very flimsy, and I am worried it might not be a usable cup, anyway. Since I don't want to hover around the counter, I start to move toward the back of the (very large) store, and stay out of the way for a possible few more cups to be put out. I find myself far in the back, near a restroom, and decide I'll take the chance to check it for the mystery shop, but right before I walk in, somebody who works there walks in. I figure I'll wait, but am rudely told the restroom is not and will not be available. I seem to remember the same thing happening the last time I was here, and start to argue with them a bit, wondering why these people won't let anybody use the restroom. I end up walking and talking with a young punk-like black guy and slowly start to learn that this is a huge building, and it has more than one business in it. Toward the back, there is a construction firm, and their bathroom is for their workers. They aren't going to let anybody else use it. This actually makes sense, and knowing what is going on makes me a lot more accepting of it, though I do think they ought to put up some signs or something, so people know they are no longer in the same store. I thank the guy for his information, telling him I really appreciate his letting me know all this, and he gets very belligerent, asking me if I am mocking him in a way that is very reminiscent of Karl's Otis at the Adventurers Club. He thinks I am making fun of him, but I'm not. He soon leaves, and I find that as we have walked and talked, we exited the building to the East, and are now in a small gift shop a door or two down from the convenience store I was mystery shopping. The gift shop sells food (perhaps pizza, considering later bits) and a bunch of motivational and educational-style posters. They seem to be about 1/3 grammar, 1/3 humor, 1/3 motivational, and kind of blend into each other so it would be quite easy to buy the wrong one if you weren't careful. I try to walk the few yards west that ought to take me to the convenience store, but somehow it doesn't seem to be there, and I walk something like a quarter or a half mile until the street dead-ends in front of a freeway. The last little bit I reach, there are a bunch of little kids (mostly girls) that seem to be doing some very weird and spasmodic (but somewhat cute, since they are little kids) dancing to what seems to be Christian parodies. As I am standing there, I hear a loud chuckle, and a very familiar voice saying something like "It took me forever to learn to ..." whatever it was, doesn't stick in my mind, but I look up at the freeway, to see a car at the side of the road with Anne clearly visible in it. About that time, the car starts to drive away, but not before Anne looks down and sees me standing there. "Great," I think, "She is going to be convinced I am stalking her, now." I glance down a narrow sort of alleyway, and see a pizza parlor. It seems to be an Al's Pizza (a very small Kissimmee chain with two or three units, though one or two may have closed down), but when I look again, it seems to have changed into a small sort of tent. The whole area is now looking more like a flea market or something, and as I am feeling hungry, I approach it to see about maybe getting a couple of slices. But somebody else pushes in front of me at the last second, and instead of wasting time glaring at him, I walk a little further down, looking at the other booths, before I come back to try and get some pizza. I am thinking of buying three or four slices, but it seems like they may have just sold the pushy guy their last slices. Anyway, as I am trying to juggle all the stuff I am carrying (I had nothing to carry a moment ago!) I find I already have two pizza boxes and four slices on plates stacked on top of that. I obviously don't need to buy any more pizza. I find myself thinking I might want to reschedule my mystery shop, since I've somehow passed the place, except I have to go back there to get my car, anyway. Except as I get back to where the street dead-ends by the freeway, my car is sitting right there. And I somehow have two tiny kittens, one black, and one white, climbing on me. They are mine, and I take care of them, but they weren't with me just a moment ago. Since I have these pizza slices just sitting on plates, and these cats all over me, I soon have cat hair on the slices and pizza sauce on the cats. What a mess. I am trying to get all of them in the car. Almost instantly things change from me trying to get them in the car to driving down the road. Problem is, since they weren't with me originally, I have nothing to carry the cats in, and they are getting into everything. One of them seems to be almost rolling in the pizza slices, and I am paying so much attention to trying to get them out of the mess that I am not watching where I am driving. When I look up again, I am in a narrow, brick-lined alleyway, very narrow, just a few yards from a short brick wall blocking access to a sort of drainage ditch / Los Angeles riverbed. I am so close to the wall, I don't even bother trying to brake. I crash right through the brick wall, and find my car teetering on the edge of a large 'ramp' of stone steps leading down to the river bed. At this point, I am still thinking if I back up carefully, I might be able to get out of this, drive off, and pretend like nothing ever happened. But I can't get any traction, and as I continue teetering, I see some rednecks down at the base of this sort of 'stairway' with fishing poles in the 'river', laughing and gesturing for me to come on down. Suddenly the car tilts forward a little more, and I'm bouncing down the stair ramp, the rednecks diving out of the way as I plow through their fishing poles. At least it shut them up. I crash through another wall, and find myself teetering over another ramp, this one steeper, and leading right into the water. I have no roof anymore, and seem to have very long arms, so I am grabbing stuff from the car, and trying to toss it out to somewhere safe. There are back packs and boxes of stuff, pizza, and the kittens. I try to put the kittens on the ground, but my aim is bad and I seem to toss them into a very shallow fountain. One of them is fine, but the other is right under the tiny waterfall, and though it is very little pressure, the kitten is so small it is drowning, so I need to reach in and fish it out. About this time, there is a siren, and an ambulance-like vehicle pulls up. It seems help has arrived. There is an older lady with white hair who kind of reminds me of Sarge, a bus driver I once knew, and a younger lady who kinds of looks like Jane from the Britcom Waiting on God, who is wearing what seems to be a cross between a hazmat suit, and one of those protective bubble-type units in a hospital ward. Inside the see-through suit, I can catch glimpses of her partly clad and scarred body, and it kind of seems like her belly has been opened up and stretched, so that she has a sort of external womb, complete with several babies still attached by umbilical cords, sticking out of the backside of her suit. Yuck!
12-06-2012 -- Don't know how I got there, but I am driving up the little road right alongside the shops at the Buena Park Mall, in a passenger van, though I think I am the only one in it. I think it is a Mears van, and I took it over right in the middle of a shift, at the mall. The van was in bad shape, a lot of damage to the interior, a broken glove compartment, and oddly enough, the previous driver's purse was still sitting there near the driver's window. As I am driving along, I am amazed at all the idiots who will dart right out in front of a big van with no concern for their health, and others who will just stand there in the road, and not get out of the way. Since the brakes are the usual soft and weak brakes from my dreams, this really isn't a good thing. Some idiot has left his bike parked right in the middle of the lane, and as the brakes aren't working well, I plow right into it, though I don't run it over so much as just push it in front of me. I manage to stop the van, and grab the bike. I put it at the side of the road, standing it on its kickstand, then start driving again. Suddenly, *BUMP* ... did I hit someone? No, thankfully it is just a bump in the pavement. I keep driving up the little traffic lane, alongside Sears, and on up to Stanton. As I approach the road, I try to stop, but the brakes just don't do it, and I shoot right into the road. Thankfully nothing is near enough to cause trouble. Since stopping isn't working, I try to spin the wheel and maybe head back the way I came, but I soon find myself right in the center of the road, almost on the divider, facing the wrong way. I decide this just isn't safe. I turn around and start to head toward Orangethorpe on Stanton, and just before I reach the 91 freeway, I reach the Mears yard and turn in. I manage to park without too much trouble, thankfully. I'm now in a parking lot in front of the M1 building, which is further from the street than it is in real life, and as I walk toward the building I see some young sheep dogs in the parking lot. I head in the building, and end up speaking to the shuttle supervisor, who seems to be modeled on the guy who tried to shut down the GhostBusters in the movie, except the guy's hair is a dark brown rather than a light brown or dark blond from the movie. I am expecting the guy to be a jerk, but he's actually quite nice, and isn't trying to blame me for being given a bad van or anything. He's telling me to drive around to the shop and swap out the van. As I am about to head out the door, I feel my face and realize I haven't shaved in days, and I'm looking rather ragged. I try and apologize, but he waves it off like it is nothing. I make it out to the parking lot, but I am having a lot of trouble finding the van. Almost everybody has left, and it is now mostly vans parked here, so I am having problems finding the right one. A lady supervisor comes out to talk to me, and again I am expecting her to be mean, but she is really nice. She tells me they don't want me to drive the van if it has no brakes, and they will move it to the shop. She gives me a new set of keys and directs me to another van, which seems to be a more normal style (the last one was closer to one of the old Mears handicapped vans). There are a couple of minor issues with it ... the seat is really far forward and tilted sharply, and I have to adjust it to fit. By this point I have a full-on Santa-style beard, and am only wearing a t-shirt, but she brushes it off as if it were nothing! Man, I guess things have really changed around here! By this point, we are on Gore in Florida (where the company is really located), and the sheep dogs are running through the area again. The female super asks me if I would like to take on two runs, and I agree. I think one of them is going to Tampa, and the other is taking some elderly passengers to Leisure World (a retirement community located in Seal Beach, in CA). Somewhere in the back of my mind, I am thinking runs to both Florida and CA in the same day might be difficult, but I am so happy to have work, and that they are being so easy-going about the horrid beard and the lack of uniform, I'm not going to make waves. I drive the new van out of the parking lot, and head toward the I-4 on-ramp, but I find the police are blocking off the intersection at Gore and Division, and traffic is really backing up badly. I want to avoid both problems and delays, so I swing into the gas station on the corner [there is no gas station there] to turn around, and start back the other way.
11-16-2012 -- Lost the earlier bits, whatever they might have been. But there was something earlier, because I was coming from somewhere and from doing something when I find myself approaching a Circle K in Altamonte. But as it is, don't know what led me there. But as I enter this Circle K, I find a lot of people who are drinking some sort of Blue Cherry Pepsi that looks like it would be a raspberry soda, except the name is certainly cherry. I'm considering looking around for one, wanting to try it, but the little kids who are running around me can't quit talking about how good of a snow cone it makes, and I have to admit that sounds good. Somehow there are these odd hanging containers of shaved ice for the snow cones on the product racks on the shelves, but of course all the shaved ice inside is melting and dripping all over the floor. I grab a snow cone cup and fill in with some of the ice, then head to the counter to get more ice and some flavoring. The person at the counter takes my money and fills up cup up nicely with ice (somehow seems like far more ice is put in than could ever fit) and adds a lot of flavoring, but then she never ends up handing the cup back to me. I wait for a bit, but more and more customers keep coming in, and soon the mayor of Altamonte (who seems to be Kristian Truelsen) comes in and is giving some sort of award or something, and I have no luck getting the lady's attention to actually get my snow cone back. I decide I'll try the drive-thru and see if I can get her attention that way. I exit the building and climb in to what seems to be my dad's truck. (A somewhat large work truck with all sorts of tool boxes and things on it.) I can't drive it very well, and keep ending up in narrow areas rather than the proper drive-thru lane, but eventually I reach the window, and finally manage to get my snow cone. Problem is, with all the time we've wasted, its half melted. I drive across the street to the parking lot of a gym, and park, then try to eat the snow cone. Problem is, it tastes utterly horrible, and all waxy. I think it is some sort of buildup coming off the paper cup and onto the ice, but for some reason, it spreads, so that there may be a tiny half-inch cylinder of ice in the middle of the snow cone that doesn't taste bad. I toss the darn thing away. By this point I am now inside the gym, and seem to be being attacked by Mayor Kris and his thugs. They are kind of chasing me around, and I end up somehow kind of creating some sort of clear bubble around them that traps them and floats in the air. I'm just kind of forcing the bubbles to appear around them, and they are stuck there, just kind of floating in mid-air. As I manage to trap them all, Kristian kind of turns into some sort of evil version of Santa Claus, and is swearing he'll have his revenge. I find myself standing in the middle of an intersection, with cars zooming all around me. I am somehow forcing them to stay in their proper lanes as they turn the corners to avoid hitting me, and this makes some of them angry. The ones that start getting too angry, I kind of point to the subway stations, where people are waiting for trains to arrive. At one of these subway stations, I find myself facing somebody in one of the blue uniforms of EarthForce Security from Babylon 5. The random security guard is joined by Claudia Christian. (Not Susan Ivanova, Claudia Christian.) Somehow I have gone back in time, and wherever I am is where they are filming the second season of Babylon 5. As we stand here in the subway station (which may somehow be the film set for the station) I am telling both actors how much I enjoy the show. Somehow there is something about the extremely minimal bedroom that Bruce Boxleitner is staying in, and then things change to where I may be staying in another such minimal hotel room with Claudia. Hey, this could be a really cool dream if I didn't wake up right at this point!
11-15-2012 -- Started out with a very long, very repetitive Runescape bit, one of those scenes that seems to go on forever, and makes you wish you were awake? Something about picking a berry off a lergberry bush, and refilling an ectovial, then waiting five minutes for a game tick and doing it again ... and again, and again, and again ... very boring. There is also a tiny hint of a toll booth, though nothing too detailed. Eventually things change, and it somehow feels like I have been doing this as part of a security shift, somewhere up in Maitland in the Lake Destiny area. Somehow I am walking away from the post to try and catch the 42 bus line (from Buena Park) but while I am between bus stops, I miss both the East and Westbound 42s. Darn it. I think about doubling back, but eventually continue west like I was walking. Eventually I find myself in the area around Apopka where Edgewater changes its name and actually goes under Orange Blossom Trail, by where the OPC plant is. I'm getting tired and out of breath, but I eventually reach a small no-name convenience store that is closer to Orange or OBT in my home area (this area isn't very close to reality, but I dream about it a lot.) I want to buy a powerball ticket with powerplay, and am trying to pull out three dollars, but I have these huge rolls of bills in my pocket, and it is hard to get what I want off them. With big wads of bills, you might think I'm rich, but they're all ones with maybe a single five, so they are probably just tips for making balloons. Anyway, I manage to peal off three ones for the guy in the store, and for some reason he gives me a bunch of quarters. Turns out he doesn't sell lotto tickets, but he hopes I'll be just as happy to play his slot machines. But that's not what I want, so I leave the store in disgust. I think I am now in a somewhat run-down area in Apopka, walking around a small warehouse-like building, where I am being annoyed by a couple of teen punks who seem to be kind of redneck. They are badgering me, asking me if I want them to pea in my soda or something. Uh ... no! Somehow I find myself talking to my mom about the security shift I just worked, then I walk around a corner and find myself in front of a house where there is a small black pick-up. I end up talking to a combination of Ron D. (a past roommate), and Randy, one of my current roommates. I'm hungry, he's hungry, and I manage to talk him into going out to eat, but he's also extremely tired, so I have to drive. We climb into his pick-up, and all the time he is talking about all these strange, fancy redneck foods he wants to eat. Stuff like possum roadkill in a balsamic vinaigrette reduction with a nice bowl of free-range cow-pie stew or the likes. [Can't remember any of the exact food items, but it felt very like the Capital Steps bit on Scottish Cooking.] Very insane, very funny. I have some problems driving his truck, and the clutch doesn't seem to want to work all that well, but it isn't too bad. Soon we find ourselves driving up Wymore in Altamonte, getting close to Altamonte Blvd, when we find a redneck bar that he likes. Somehow we are driving the truck inside the restaurant, but there are no parking spots inside. I have to open a small door in the north end of the building and drive out to find a parking spot, though as I exit I am suddenly on the south side of the building. As I walk back in, there's a young redneck kid who is playing some sort of game that involves him trying to slap me without me being able to slap him back. Very weird. I find Ron, and we go from just getting ready to order, to suddenly having just finished our meal, and trying to get our check. I'm heading back to the south to get the truck, and as I dodge around a male and female server, they turn into a doctor and nurse, and I find myself in a hospital somewhere. I need to use a restroom, so I try and enter a restroom / locker room combination, but the door is locked. It is locked, but somehow I can open it, anyway, and I step into the locker room. One of the lockers in the corner is rocking slightly, and moaning, and I realize a couple of the hospital staff are having some improper fun that they don't want to be caught at, which is why they locked the door. How they are both fitting into a locker and finding the room to do what they are doing, I don't have a clue. Anyway, they figure they are alone because of the locked door, and they start to open the locker and come out of it. I just take a seat on a bench and kind of stare at them, waiting to embarrass them when they spot me. But they only have eyes for each other. So they make it out of the locker and just keep going at it until I make some sort of comment (something along the lines of 'very nice' or something), then they turn red with embarrassment. I walk up to my own locker and start trying to remember my combination. I manage to remember 5, and 10, but what was the last number? Oh well ... I just start turning it back the other way and listen for the slight click, and then pull it right open, before I wake up.
I am at work and Kendall S. is there. I get into the golf cart and as I go to my task, a baby lion runs in front of my path. I stop and am frightened at first but soon realize it means no harm. It's mother appears. Later a medium-sized elephant stares me down from behind a madrone tree. (This is in the dream-scape that has one large room for us all to sleep in. Where we move the beds around.) As I go back to the main property I realize I've gone too far and instead of turning around I just go the long way. I cross the fence and come upon the parking lot that surrounds a great hall/convention center. I turn right to continue my loop but I see a busy road I must cross and I don't feel confident doing so in a golf cart. I turn back and meet another busy street, so I head north. Driving north I am a man and there is a woman I know in the passengers seat. She loves speed and thrills. We start to go very fast and I see her suspended body in the rear view mirror as if I am driving a limo. As we hit bumps her body seems to suspend in zero gravity. We are going very fast, now in the golf cart, and we crash. I am not hurt nor did I fear being hurt, but I do fear she has been obliterated. Even in the toss and roll of the crash she is fine. I warn her of the dangers of speed.
08-07-12 -- I'm outside some sort of diner somewhere, no idea where, and I'm just about to climb into my car, but I'm having to deal with a bunch of young punks in the area, trying to stir up trouble. Just as I am about to drive away, the worst of the local punks pulls up in a fancy extended bed pick-up truck. The kid is either the obnoxious Kobra Kai from Karate Kid or the punk from Heavenly Kid, slim blond haired punk. Anyway, he drives into the parking garage outside the diner and starts shooting things up. I pull out my digital camera, and start snapping a few pictures of him and the damage he is doing. Still trying to leave, but now some of the other punks are trying to blame the damage he did on me, and I'm afraid if I just drive off, I'll make myself look guilty. Soon I am in a friend's car, instead, but he is a horrible driver, and quickly runs into something. We pull the car free, and he backs up, but is then driving on the wrong side of the road, and wherever we move to, he is in the wrong place to pick us up. Soon we're kind of being chased by a cop, and we're trying to stay out of his way and out of sight. Instead, we're soon eating lunch with him, and he is the parent of one of my friends. (And actually he's Captain Stacy from the new Spider-Man movie.) He doesn't like me, because he kind of believes what the punks have told him, blaming me for the damage at the diner. After we finish eating, the punk in the truck is back. He is trying to threaten me, but I try to make a deal with him. I show him the photographic proof of him shooting up the diner. He says he'll beat me up and steal the camera, but I tell him he doesn't have the negatives. He tells me he does too have negatives, and pulls some out to show me, but I tell him he doesn't have the negatives of my photos showing his guilt. I tell him I have them hidden away, but if he'll make a deal with me, I won't turn them in to the cops. He asks what the deal is. I tell him he can't pick on us anymore, he has to tell his friends that we're 'all right.' and he has to help us with a few very minor favors in the future. He counters with the first two parts, but only one future favor, and I agree. He drives off and leaves us alone. Now Captain Stacy is mad at me, saying I perverted the course of justice. I pointed out that even when I explained who did do the damage, he was trying to pin it on me, so I don't really care about his opinion. About this time, I find myself standing next to a vending machine and starting to hit the coin return to see if it will give me any change. Somehow instead of change, dollars start coming out, and I'm sticking my hand further and further in the slot pulling out more and more bills until soon I'm pulling hundreds and hundreds of bills out of an ATM machine and sticking huge wads of cash in my pockets. Nice! By this point, it is 20 pound notes I am pulling from the machine, and I am in England. The cop is still chasing me, and there are hints of past dreams I've dreamed, including the NCIS/goblin dream. There is also something about some lady who I somehow changed a bit (like Arthur Stuart in the Alvin Maker books which I've just been listening to), and because of this, they are accusing me of killing her. I'm still running from the cop, and start looking for a bus, hoping I can jump on it and get away. I am looking for signs for the bus going to Cambridge, but I think to myself that might take too long, and start heading for the train station, instead.
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