I found myself laying on some kind of raft, floating on a river of boiling lava. It was pretty clear this was Hell, and that river was pretty clearly the famous Styx. I had to be careful moving around on the 'raft' (the raft felt soft, more like a mattress, blanket or mat instead of a wooden raft) as every compression allowed lava onto its surface, touching my hands/ I actually touched the lava a few times, but it didn't do any damage and it didn't hurt. There was a giant three-headed monster on the shore, eating fleeing people left and right. The people were all dressed very modern and casual, and they looked as confused as I was. No one knew how they'd gotten there, only that this place was awful. The monster is of course based on Cerberus, the monster from Greek mythology that guards the Styx in Dante's Inferno. But this version of Cerberus didn't look like a dog. Its neck was long and serpentine, and its heads looked like the head of a Velociraptor or Tyrannosaurus rex. It was the size of a large house. There were also smaller monsters, I can only call them 'demons'. Vicious critters the size of a man. About the environment... It felt very 'alien'. Not at all like a volcanic environment, as people often think of Hell. This felt more like a lava river on Mars or something. Nothing felt familiar. There was a man with a large camera down there, filming the horrible scenes. I was seeing the scene though his lens, now. Then he got caught by Cerberus. The camera fell to the ground, as the beast gobbled him down in one vicious bite. The camera was on the ground, me still seeing the scene though it. Like in the ending of Paranormal Activity, a ghost-like entity attacked the camera as if it knew I was watching. I was scared half to death. The next scene appeared to be a continuation of the Hell dream. I awoke in a large room, where others were also waking up. My grandmother (on father's side) was there too. She spoke about getting ready for the "next film", or something? We were doing some weird kind of ritual. A satanic ritual? This dream was far less pleasant than the last one. I was in what I think was a bar? A certain celebrity I've been obsessed with was there. While I was working up the courage to talk to her, tongue tied and not even sure what to say, I noticed another guy I used to know from work (Nick P.) was already confidently chatting her up. Now, in real life, Nick is someone who's going places. He started his own company. He's smart, driven, stylish, sociable, and therefore all the things I am not. Being confronted with "not being good enough" was humiliating. Can I go back to Hell, please?
In the first dream, I was outside on a parking lot somewhere. I was with a group of others at first, but I lagged behind and I got left behind and couldn't find them anymore. I remember finding a bicycle? Not sre if it was mine. I forgot most of this dream. In the second, I was playing what looked like "Duke Nukem 3D". However, the graphics looked different and reminded me a lot of the leaked "Duke Nukem: Forever" screenshots that leaked in 2001. I remember fighting the final boss, the Cycloid Emperor, but he was in some kind of massive armored vehicle instead of on foot. I shot at him and he died rather quickly when his vehicle exploded. I was surprised the game was so easy. In another scene I was going through a level, and encountered two Cyberdemons (from the classic "Doom" games). Then a secret wall opened, revealing alien green goo, explosive barrels and a Battlelord Sentry from Duke 3D. I blew up the floor and fell through. At some point I discovered my save games were compatible with my older save games from when I played the "Megaton Edition" in real life. At some point, it turned out I was playing the game while actress Hayden Panettiere was with me in the room (sitting on the couch opposite of me). She talked about the game and I was amazed she was into video games. Needless to say his made me like her even more. The conversation changed subject a few times and in the end (right before I woke up) we were talking about my motorcycle accident 6 years ago.
01-27-2013 -- [Three dreams, two of them short enough I'll post all three in the same post. No great amounts of detail, but small bits of suggestive stuff. Probably rated R, but certainly not X.] For the first dream, I am walking down Hickory toward Crescent, then down Crescent toward Magnolia. Each time I come to an intersection, even though there is little to no traffic, instead of just crossing the street regularly, I am jumping into the air about 12 feet, and then kind of floating over the intersection and dropping to the ground on the other side. About the time I am getting pretty near Magnolia, some other kids have joined me, and are asking me about it, so I explain. I'm trying to be safe, just in case some cars come rushing through at high speed and might hit me. So I jump, and then I just kind of hold it and stretch it, and don't let the jump end. So I get some height, first, then just continue the jump until I am to the other side of the street, before finally allowing it to end. As they start to try it, we somehow end up discussing ideas for other things that we can try to do, and somehow we end up with a challenge to try and grow large pairs of boobs. (No idea why, but that's what we decided on.) We enter a building (I think at first it is one of the three story office buildings at Brookhurst and Cresecent, but it eventually turns in to a hotel.) We try and find a bathroom to use, for a little privacy, but it is very crowded, many of the stall doors are broken, and everything is very messy. Eventually we find somewhere out of the way, and start trying to do this. We are finding movements to kind of flex the chest muscles, while concentrating on them and what we want, and soon our normal size man breasts are starting to swell up. We even end up doing some aerobic-like partner exercises, kind of shifting toward each other, but then the guy I am working with gets called away, and I'm sitting here with one breast maybe something like a C, while the other has reached about DD, and I'm grumping a little about having to work the smaller size up to match by myself. We start to get carried away on this whole idea of just concentrating on these things while we do slight flexes, and within like five minutes we look like musclebound body builders with impressive physiques, plus DD or larger chests, and even absurdly over-huge ... erm ... yeah. At least this time it wasn't dragging on the floor like in another dream, though. Why? I have no idea. Freaky dream! So we're starting to parade around this hotel nude, showing off what we can do with this weird mental skill, when we see our friend who had to run off. He is with his Japanese family, where his little old grandma is sick, and he is leaving with the rest of his family, including George Takei, to take her to the hospital. Once they leave, I start back into the hotel. Things totally shift, and all the weird modifications are gone. I am now visiting in the hotel with Dale and his family. Fred, Betty and Kevin are all also here, and we're all just sitting around, talking about what we might go out and do. But while I and some of the others seem to be eating some white chocolate fudge-type stuff (seems like some sort of foreign dessert) Dale is feeling really tired and decides to take a nap or something. So eventually I decide to go. This time, when I get to the lobby area, there is some young teenager who seems to have made some sort of fuzzy looking rope (that is red, oddly enough) that doesn't look too sturdy, but he is urging me to come over and climb it. It looks to be about a third of an inch thick, and has that slightly fuzzy look that may indicate it is slightly fraying, but only slightly. By this time, I am my current age and size, not a little kid, and I am very hesitant of trying to climb it, but he says it is a lot stronger than it looks, he included his skate board in making it, and he made it with very good hemp! At this point, things are changing to have a sort of Hook vibe to them. I am being asked to return to a sort of childhood fantasy world (of sorts) and do something that I did as a little kid. This teen is trying to help me get in the mood to go back, provide a little aide on the way. And I have to protect him slightly from the authority figures that are around, because they work for whatever the enemy is, even if that enemy is never specified. (This isn't Hook, it just has that sort of feeling.) So soon I find myself in a kitchen somewhere midway up the hotel, and I am looking at a tight, narrow crawlspace that I can just barely see the entrance to at the back of the top shelf of one of the kitchen cabinets ... a weird secret passage that leads partly into the bowels of the hotel, partly into another world, like many of the secret passages I traveled through in many of my younger dreams. But the entrance is very narrow, the climb (especially after making it into the fantasy world) very steep and difficult, and I am in no kind of shape for it. I think about it for a while, and then start to say I think I might no longer be fit for this, and perhaps we ought to let the Pest do it, instead. (The Pest is Alvin's little sister in the Alvin Fernald books.) --- 01-27-2013 -- I'm in Sears at the Buena Park Mall, and am just kind of wandering the aisles for a while, when I decide I might want to play an old video game for a bit. I know they have a video game section here, and they will frequently let you try some of the games, especially since I can remember having done so a few days ago. [I did have a dream where I was doing that a few weeks ago, though then the video games were downstairs, and in this dream they were upstairs. In real life, at different times, Sears had them both downstairs and upstairs.] I make my way over to the games area, and find somebody else is already playing. But the guy wants to try a specific title in a series of very similar games (something like a weird version of guitar hero, but he wanted to play a particular type of music) and they didn't have a demo cartridge of the particular music style he wanted to play, and since overall the play experience was the same, they were very resistant to opening up a new one for him. As they are arguing, I'm just wandering around, looking up stuff, waiting for my turn to play something, when I notice the salesman's desk has a picture of Hayden Panettiere (the cheerleader on Heroes) hanging on it. As I glance at it, he is talking to one of his fellow workers, explaining that he is friends with their family, and visits with them quite often. I figure he is full of it. Until Hayden, her mother, and Maggie Smith (McGonagall from the Harry Potter movies) walk into the department, and start talking to the sales guy. Well, I guess he really does know her. They are all chatting quietly, and Hayden suddenly says something like "But you're still my favorite teacher," to Maggie, and I'm thinking to myself "She wasn't in those movies, was she?" So I'm thinking she isn't referring to in the film, but just being taught a bit about acting on the set. [But why would she be on that set, if she wasn't in the films? Dream, you're weird!] Hayden excuses herself, and says she'll be back in a few minutes, but she needs to run an errand, and I'm thinking I might wait until she comes back and tell her how much I enjoyed her in Heroes, but quite a bit of time passes, and she still doesn't come back, so I might have ended up missing her. Meanwhile, my feet are starting to hurt, and it still isn't my turn on the games, so I decide to walk a few yards to the computer furniture area and sit down. As I take a seat, I wave off the salesman. I'm not looking to buy, just to rest. But as I am trying to rest, a black family with a couple of screaming kids starts to sit down in the chairs all around me. The screaming is really hurting my ears, so I move to a chair a little bit further away. And a couple that is in the middle of a big argument sits down right next to me. So I get up and move again, just to take a seat, and almost immediately hear a very loud noise. This time I have had enough, and start in on this loud rant about why do all these people have to sit right next to me while making all this noise? I find myself looking into the somewhat annoyed face of a tough looking biker, then I look around. I am in the parking lot, right next to Stanton Avenue, sitting on a motorcycle that isn't mine, right next to this guy and his girl on their motorcycles. I think for a moment, and then start to say "... and this time you were here first, weren't you? Um ... sorry, I'm having kind of a bad day." They drive off. Meanwhile, I want to get back inside the store, still hoping to meet Hayden. (And how did I get out here at the edge of the parking lot, anyway?) But as I try to make my way back to Sears, I instead find myself right in the middle of all the construction they did to build the new wing with JC Penney, except as I try to walk through it and around it, it just keeps getting bigger and bigger, and soon has turned into the construction site I can remember from other dreams, where they built a huge New York-style sky scraper right in the middle of the Buena Park Mall area. --- 01-27-2013 -- Somehow I have been challenged to find Hayden's measurements on the internet, and I am doing a search, but all the sites that keep being pulled up are unsearchable, and all the actresses measurements are sorted by chest measurement, which means I am going to have to look through thousands of actresses with the chest measurement of 36 to find Hayden and be able to get the rest of her measurements, which might really take a while. [Especially since I doubt she is a 36 ... but she was in this dream.] As I start to page through everything, it changes to where I am driving around a number of strip malls, looking for the store that has the information on all the actresses with size 36 chests, as they all have big signs on the front of the stores saying things like 'Now carrying size 34' like they only carry one size of actress information. (What can I say ... weird dreams tonight.) I'm getting kind of hungry, so I stop in at a sort of fast food bbq place to get some food, and I find myself somehow standing in line with Hayden ... at least for a few seconds. But very quickly she turns in to someone else. And as I am getting my food, and hoping my french fries will be crispy enough, the manager walks up and asks if I want a job. He quickly adds I might be in management within a couple of months. Or at least, maybe he does. He might have been talking to the girl. I'm not completely sure. Anyway, I tell him that I put in an application within the last three or four days, and he seems startled, but leads me into the back of the store to look through his paperwork. He is going through the paperwork, but at first can't seem to find me. Meanwhile, I am gathering up some of my clothes which are all over the floor, for some reason. He finally manages to find my application, at which point he instantly loses all interest in me. What?! Feeling depressed, I head home to the Hickory house, and start wandering around the house. In this dream, dad is alive, mom is dead [in real life, it was the other way around, dad died first]. Oddly enough, as I wander around the house, I glance into mom and dad's room and find dad in bed with Hayden. WTH? She's sitting there with about old-style silver dollar sized areolas, and I head back to my second bedroom thinking if she is living in the house now, I am going to have to get to know her. When I get to my room, I find that my stand fan almost seems to be moving around on its own, and has taken to kind of leaning over my bed in a very sinister fashion. It is making me nervous, so I pick it up and move it so it is in the corner by the window, a bit further away, but still providing a nice bit of air movement throughout the room. Odd. --- [Just want to note, while I enjoyed her in Heroes, and if she were throwing herself at me, I wouldn't kick her to the curb because she is fairly attractive, Hayden Panettiere isn't really what I would most consider my type, and I have no idea why she has been in three of my dreams, recently.]
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