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    1. Knott's Golden Horseshoe, Simpsons Computers, and the FCM Convention

      by , 01-17-2013 at 05:51 PM
      01-16-2013 -- [Two dreams, one night, at least slightly connected, so I am going to list them both in one post.] For some reason I am in Melody's room in the Hickory house, and trying to go to sleep, but really having some problems with insomnia. My body just doesn't want to sleep, though it is the middle of the night, and I am afraid mom is going to come in and give me problems.

      There is some very strange evil-Harry fan fiction that seems to be hanging on the walls, and near the ceiling, there is all kinds of stuff lining the walls like my room at the Moran house. Mom walks by and asks how I am doing, and I try and indicate I am all right. There are huge yearbooks from Melody's time in school that are about the size of the bound volumes of the Hornet, so the yearbooks are full-sheet newspaper size, which seems quite large for yearbooks.

      Suddenly I find myself in Knott's Berry Farm, walking from the wild west section into the Roaring Twenties section over by the Knott's Berry Tales area, and walking back along toward the Good Time Theatre. The area is completely deserted, and there is nobody around, but that doesn't seem to stop them from doing a scheduled show.

      I am outside, and though it is in the Roaring 20s section, the buildings seem to be very Wild West area, with balconies and such. I hear a voice call "Hello!" in a very familiar way, and a can-can girl opens a door, steps out onto a balcony, and hangs a leg over the railing. "Hello!" and there is another one doing the same thing. "Hello!" and again. This is seeming very familiar. Especially since as I look, the can-can girls look like Lana, Arlene, and Jill. Band members start to play, and I recognize Vince and Chris. The main performers come out and it is Jay Meyer and Betty Taylor.

      It is suddenly looking like when Disneyland closed the Golden Horseshoe Revue, the entire cast just picked up and moved over to Knott's Berry Farm. They even seem to be singing Hello Everybody, though they fall silent or whisper every time they have to say the name Golden Horseshoe, and I am thinking it is probably because Disney owns the copyright to the name of the place ... but I am getting to listen to the show I love, performed by the people I love, even if it is at Knott's, and I am suddenly very, very happy.

      I have a soda, which kind of gets knocked over, and I am running to grab the cup before it manages to roll on stage, and I manage to succeed, so I'm doubly happy.

      Suddenly I find myself waking up again, back in Melody's bedroom. The lights are off, and I can barely move. Feels kind of like what I would guess sleep paralysis might feel like. It is dark, the lights are off, and my eyes are closed, but I can see almost a sort of after-image like the light was just turned off the second before I started to wake up. I'm struggling to my feet, and find myself standing between two beds. There is stuff dangling from the ceiling, like Christmas tree ornaments or something.

      The shirt that the Harry Potter fan fiction was written on is now a weirdly folded envelope that I am starting to write down the Horseshoe dream on, and time is starting to go all over the place. I went to bed at two, and it is now five, or maybe three, or one (yes, before I even went to bed) and it is all very strange. And then I really wake up.

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      01-16-2013 -- Starts with hints of the last dream, sleeping in Melody's room, then starts to turn in to a sort of a roommates in the house dream (even though it is still taking place in the Hickory House), and then shifts even further to a dream where we are still in the Hickory House, but we are the Simpsons, who live here, but film the Simpsons TV show on the set for Evergreen Terrace.

      So I'm in the Hickory living room, kind of watching the last episode, and Russi Taylor (voice of Minnie Mouse) was a recent guest star, but has never gotten to see the episode she helped us film, and since it is just about to come on the TV, we call her to come out from Melody's room, and come watch it.

      Oddly, it seems to episode she helped us with, Frick was building large old fashioned computers (the kinds with the huge tape drives) and somehow putting them on human legs so they could run around. Russi's character was a female computer with really sexy legs, but they stuck out at an odd angle, which made her a freak, and nobody wanted anything to do with her, even though both her legs and voice were really, really sexy. Very strange!

      Meanwhile, things shift, and I suddenly find I am with a roommate in the dining hall at Indiana Wesleyan University, attending an FCM convention. The roommate is not actually anybody I know, though it kind of looks like Meeks from Dead Poets Society. They are telling us that we have been invited to attend a couple of normal college classes while staying here, as part of the convention (which makes no sense, but hey ... dreams.)

      The physical campus looks very much like Brookhurst Junior High, though a slightly larger version. We're standing near room 66, and the class we get to sit in on is in room 33B or something like that. We're walking down corridors, and it seems the room we are looking for is past the office area and further south (we'd actually be in the middle of Brookhurst, the street, except in the dreams there are more classrooms).

      We find the right area, and I walk into what I am hoping might be the right room, to find myself facing what looks like a younger version of Ducky (from NCIS ... but looking more like his Man From UNCLE days). The room is along the lines of a huge lecture hall, and the professor looks quite nice, but he turns out to be a rude, insulting nightmare. I walk into the next classroom over, hoping I might have the wrong room, but the next room over seems to be a business class, and every single student is dressed in the exact same business suit, and we sure wouldn't fit in, in that room.

      So I come back to the room with Young Ducky, and he is insulting one student on his appearance, telling me to use soap next time, and insisting that a third needs to mess up his dorm room a lot more, just insulting everybody in the room, being miserable, and not teaching us anything. Finally, I just stalk out of the room, deciding I am not going to bother with this 'benefit', trying to make my way back to the cafeteria, and thinking this convention is really going to the dogs.
    2. Showering in Bed and Harry Potter Mysteries

      by , 01-06-2013 at 08:18 AM
      01-04-2013 -- [Fragmented, bits of stuff all over the place. Last dream of the night, after other short fragmented ones, and one long, detailed one.] Watching a new episode of Doctor Who which features yet another return of Amy Pond. Moment by moment it seems to be less and less a show, and more and more, real life.

      There are hints of some kind of sex, but no memories, so I have no idea of who with. Eventually I find I am sleeping on mom and dad's bed in the Hickory house. My friend Cheyanne K comes bustling into the room, telling me to wake up, and asking if I plan to sleep all day, then she walks out. I do wake up, and start to get out of bed, but she walks in again to urge me to hurry, and I have to suddenly start covering up my nudity.

      I turn on the water, and start showering in bed! Water, sweat, and bits of gunk are rinsing off my body, and soon I am trying to direct little bits of gunk in the bed to rinse into a place where my mom's weight has torn the mattress, and the springs are sticking out. Seems to serve as a sort of drain for the shower in the bed.

      Soon I am dressed and wandering about the house. There is something about a documentary on a Mormon who had ten wives, and I'm thinking to myself that even if I am not a Mormon, and don't believe in their religion, the documentary is really biased and unfair.

      Soon I find I am sitting in my bed, in my bedroom, writing books. I have just finished the second book in a series which focus around the character of Harry Potter, wizard, but are mysteries. I've decided to title it And Then There Were Two and none of my friends like the name. They tell me it has already been used, and is a bad name anyway, and I really ought to worry about writing the books, and let the publisher bother with the titles! I try and explain it is a parody (probably on Agatha Christie's And Then There Were None), but nobody wants to listen.

      And then things switch to where I am living it instead of writing it, running around chasing suspects, being chased by crooks, and having a good time, but most of the details not vivid enough to remember. Soon a bunch of us are standing around talking, when some girl lifts her shirt, and we all start to feel her up, except she doesn't have all that good of breasts, and we're all kind of 'meh' about it. Fragmentary and weird.
    3. Malfoys on a Killing Spree, Runescape Hunting, Superheroes and Deliveries (Fragments)

      by , 01-04-2013 at 06:41 PM
      01-03-2012 -- [Bladder infection, only a nap on the third, and constantly waking on the 4th. Mostly very odd fragments, and stuff that is all over the place.]

      I think this was a long, involved dream that I mostly can't remember. It felt like a cross between Harry Potter (for the characters), Game of Thrones (for the type and feel of the human evil and sense of betrayal throughout) and perhaps a hint of Wheel of Time for a Dark One-like sense of all-pervading evil in the background.

      Almost all of the Malfoys and their relatives have gone on a complete killing spree, viciously murdering all over the place, except Narcissa, who has decided it is all a bit much, and she can't do this anymore. She decides to approach me (Harry Potter) and team with me to try and stop her relatives, while hiding that she has changed sides, so she doesn't get killed, herself.

      There's a lot here, but I can't remember most of it. Eventually, we're bringing a battle to fruition in an area with a small hill between us an the enemy. We're sending some sort of combination of robot and golem to attack the enemy on the other side of the hill, and it lands on him, crushing him, as we move on to a major confrontation.

      Soon Narcissa is standing next to her sister on a tennis court, along with me and what looks like Wolverine. She is pointing to many of her servants who are playing tennis, and commenting on how they all are in such good shape, and have the bodies of gods and goddesses, before telling her sister we are all going down, but she is going to start with the others that Narcissa has fallen for. She suddenly produces Wolverine-style claws from her own hands, and dices Wolverine up, blood, bits of body, and limbs splattering everywhere, very vividly, before turning to me, as Narcissa screams in horror. [Being that it is Wolverine, he might manage to heal, but in the dream I didn't think of that. We were both convinced we'd lost a partner and were probably going down.]

      ---

      01-04-2013 -- First dream of night, really short, limited and fragmented: Playing Runescape, and everything is blending together. I am hunting lots of little blue implings, moving marmasaw plants, perhaps penguins, and all kinds of other stuff, all at the same time. just wandering around, grabbing things at the same time.

      ---

      01-04-2013 -- More hunting bits as noted above, except I am now making grabs for tiny red, green and blue implings which seem to add to the stats of my red, green, and blue crewmen on the player owned ports minigame. I'm really trying to advance these characters, even while also getting involved in some of of dating situation (being set up on dates or something) which Melody has started.

      Somehow I end up going out to some kind of church event (Church of the Nazarene setting, Pine Castle Methodist people?) that leads into a bit of super hero stuff. We're urging everybody to show up for some sort of meeting or revelation of something, where Superman will provide the answer we need. (Answer to what, I don't know.) I am Clark / Superman, dressed up as Clark right now, and we're gathering people around the Euclid overpass.

      There turn out to be a ton more people than we expect, so many that they can't be counted, and they fill up all space as far as we can see. Far more than we expected. There is nowhere for me to duck into to change into Superman without being seen, so I more or less accept that I am going to have to reveal myself in front of everybody. I'm just beginning to undo my shirt to reveal the costume underneath, when something happens and everybody starts to disperse again, satisfied with what has occurred, so I start to button my shirt again.

      Soon I am Spider-Man (not in costume) and Superman is traveling with me, as I am arriving back home at the Hickory house. The oldest kid from Home Improvement is there (Zachery Ty Bryan), and he's a bit of a punk, and is threatening us and saying he killed my sister. He is also making some very odd comment that goes nowhere, that the command staff of the Starship Enterprise has been replaced with doubles.

      Superman, flying in with his x-ray vision, identifies a recently buried body in the ground at either Vinnie's house or Robby's, so it seems the kid was serious. Kind of ticks us off. We head inside the house, and it turns out we are kind of babysitting the kid, watching over him and trying to keep him out of trouble. This is difficult because he has somehow gained some of our powers. (We have them, too, he hasn't taken them from us, he has just gained them, as well.) Thankfully he seems more interested in pranking his younger brothers than using his powers for more major evil.

      He is 'writing' on his brothers' shirt with water, then putting flour on it to write mean slogans in white. He is doing the same for his own shirt, but using it to add a number like a sports jersey. But of course, being in flour, it's making a bit of a mess. There is an attractive young lady who wants to take over his care, but we tell her we really think we're better suited to handle him, though we can't tell her why. ("Yeah, he's developed super powers, so we need to use our super powers to keep him under control." That'll go over well.) Just weird.

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      01-04-2013 -- Making a delivery somewhere down toward Fort Lauderdale, and have already dropped off the package. I'm thinking to myself 'wouldn't it be neat to run into Amy F. while I was down here?' and sure enough, as I glance into the open door of an apartment, there she is. It seems they are still moving stuff in to the new place. I try to say hello and make conversation, but she just glances at me, then ignores me.

      I don't really know what is up, but I wonder if maybe she just doesn't recognize me, even though my picture is on my Facebook account, which is where I now know her from. [An acquaintance from high school who recently moved to Florida, and who I do now know from Facebook.] But anyway, she doesn't seem to want to acknowledge me, so I just turn around to leave.

      I try to walk back to my car, but oddly enough, I just can't find it. I am walking up and down rows of apartments, looking at the cars out front, but I just can't seem to find mine. Suddenly I stop and ask myself what car am I looking for? Was I driving the purple car? No. Red? I come up with a sort of off-white not-quite-beige four door sedan that doesn't really match any car I have ever driven, and start looking again, at least now knowing what it is I am looking for.

      Somehow mom is there for a minute or two, and I visit with her. Then I pass back by Amy's apartment again. This time her guy is there, and decides to talk to me for a few minutes. He seems friendly, and we have no problems or anything. Oddly enough, Keffer and Tucker are there (my past landlord's Bijons) and he has opened the pet gate to bring stuff through, and is surprised when the dogs go running off through it. But he says he'll get them, and goes running after them.

      I can hear him calling for them, and getting more and more frantic, so I follow him out. The dogs are running all over the place, and paying him no mind whatsoever, but when I start calling to them a couple of times they come running up to me, and I get them back inside the dog gate again. Never do see any sign of my car, though.
    4. The Key in the Toilet, Copied Music, and Another Stolen Car

      by , 12-22-2012 at 04:41 PM
      12-22-2012 -- I am at the old Hickory house, though oddly enough, with a lot of new people around the place. I can vaguely remember bits of walking around the house and finding places that I have dropped bits of money (mostly the occasional $5 bill?), and I am happy to find them again, so I am not completely broke.

      Meanwhile, though this is the Hickory house, Lorenzo still changed all the locks [something that happened a few days ago where I currently live, some 25 years after the last time I was in the Hickory house], and for some reason I feel I need to have a spare key to hide somewhere, in case I lose or forget mine. Oddly I find he is keeping the spare keys in the toilet water tanks. It feels disgusting looking for the keys there, even though these aren't the parts of the toilet that get disgusting.

      Soon I find myself relaxing in my second bedroom, though as usual, people and animals keep popping into the room through both doors. I start mumbling to myself about getting locks for my own doors, and everybody is shocked and surprised at this for some reason. Seems perfectly reasonable to me, though.

      There is somebody walking up the path toward the front door, and I can see them through my window, but then suddenly they kind of phase directly through the wall and are standing in my room without going through the front door. We're both kind of shocked by this, and neither of us know what's going on or how it happened, we just know it is very unusual.

      Anyway, I ask the guy what he wants, and he tells me he heard my music blaring (Oh! So that's what that noise was. I wondered ... it was giving me a headache! [Yes, in my dream I didn't realize my stereo was blaring and I was hearing it until somebody else pointed it out to me.]) and wanted to know if I might be willing to make copies of some of my old CDs for him.

      The stuff that I have been playing (without knowing it) was old Christian rock music from perhaps the 70s and 80s, stuff like Petra and the like, and he wants a copy of the stuff. I don't feel comfortable with the idea, and I am worried that he is trying to trap me and get me in trouble for piracy or something, but I don't seem to be able to stop myself, and am trying to gather stuff together for him.

      Meanwhile, one of Rosemary's grandkids is coming in, saying the Christmas party is starting, and I have to come in and join them. I don't feel like it at all, but I know there will be a fuss if I don't come out, but I explain it will be a few minutes, and go back to looking for the CDs so I can make copies of them. I can't find them, and suddenly I remember they were in my backpack, out in my car. I walk out the front door to the parking lot (never mind we didn't have a parking lot at the Hickory house) and though I look up and down both rows of parking spaces, my car isn't there! Dang thing has been stolen again!

      I stalk back in the house, ranting and raving that my car has been stolen again. That makes something like the third time this month! Why?!? Why do they keep stealing my car? It's old, beat up, not very good, why do they bother? Everybody else wonders why I am ranting so much, and says I ought to be used to it by now. We'll call the police, and in a couple of days, they'll have it back to me as usual. I point out that my backpack was in the car, which means I've lost it as well, and all my school books, and I can't afford more, so now I am going to fail all my classes, as well.

      [Yes, if anyone is new to my dreams, for some reason my car is always being stolen in my dreams. Never once in real life.]
    5. Visiting Brookhurst Junior High and Fighting a Wolf

      by , 12-18-2012 at 06:08 PM
      12-10-2012 --I'm at Brookhurst Junior High, somehow wandering around the campus, trying to remember where I had classes and things, back when I attended. I'm kind of comparing the actual school to what I remembered of it during a recent dream, and I can never get the numbers to line up correctly.

      I'm thinking the first row of classrooms were numbered 1 - 10, with the metal shop and wood shop as 9 and 10, then the second row was 11-20 and so on, but the numbers just aren't adding up correctly, since there was an extra classroom on the first row that would throw things off. I'm also trying to remember if the library was located in the third row of class rooms or the fourth row, and what it's number was. But again, I couldn't quite remember.

      [In truth I can't remember in real life, either, and there is no map online anywhere to remind myself. Oh well.]

      Soon I am sitting at a computer (right next to the school) looking at a text map I made of the school to post with one of my dreams in here, but I realize I really ought to make the wood shop and metal shop larger, since they were larger than the other classrooms. I'm trying to enlarge them without ruining everything else on the map.

      Soon I find myself talking with a teacher named Mr. Morgan, who is not a real teacher I had, but in the dream, he is a teacher that taught a reading class back in the 7th or 8th grade, and he failed me because I missed his class so much by running late, since he was first period. I am telling him about the class I had at Savanna with Ms Wood, reading for enjoyment, or some such, and explaining I got a B in that class, but it would have been an A, if I hadn't been late all the time. [In actuality, I had Ms Wood's reading class in eighth grade, in the room next to the drafting shop, which was also used for theater classes, but for some reason the dream moved it to Savanna.]

      He reminds me how he made me an offer to save my grade if I wrote up a report for him on some sort of profitable gambling system that my dad was involved with, in a mafia sort of organization. I tell him I can't remember anything about it after so much time, and ask how I did on the project, and he reminds me I never turned it in, which is why I didn't get the extra credit and failed.

      I start to leave, and walking out toward Crescent, in the area between the first row of classes and the wood and metal shops, the area starts to turn into a car wash, and suddenly my car is appearing around me, and I am hurrying to roll up the window, so I don't get soaked. The car wash finishes, and I half-drive, half-walk to the little parking loop in front of the first row of classes. Oddly, I am instantly looking to climb down a very short cliff to get in my car at the parking loop, but there is a bully and a wolf trying to give me problems.

      The bully isn't too big of a difficulty, but the wolf, who is supposed to be somewhat friendly, seems to be rabid or something, and keeps trying to bite me. I try to hold him off and not hurt him at first, but soon he is really doing a number on my hands, drawing blood even though I am wearing thick leather gloves, and I finally have to start fighting him in earnest. Once I manage to throw him 10 or 15 feet against a wall, but he comes right back at me, so finally I have to break his neck and kill him.

      End up talking to the teacher again, he has given me a note on an entire note pad, the notepad is somehow advertising the golfer Jack Nicklaus, and I explain how we have a hospital in Orlando built in his honor. [Actually hospital is named after Arnold Palmer.]

      As I start to climb into my car, I am suddenly walking out the door of the Hickory house, and have heard something about how some friends have done some work on one of my cars, and have taken the other one for scrap. Somebody is asking me if this bothers me, and I say it doesn't. I don't know what the car they took was, but the one they left me was the blue Jimmy that I now drive, except they also washed it, and the blue seems to have been dirt, so it is now a white Jimmy.
    6. The Balloon Convention, Lucid Sex, and Trying to Ride the Corkscrew (Lucid)

      by , 11-13-2012 at 06:50 PM
      11-13-2012 -- More to this in the beginning that I can't remember, as usual. I'm pretty sure I am in the Hickory House, except it doesn't have the right layout, and areas are much bigger. As I am wandering the house, I am watching something on TV, and it seems to involve what seems to be a balloon sculpture, except I grab it and it seems to be something else made to look like a balloon sculpture, a sort of prop.

      It is three 260s braided together into a straight stick, but the braiding somehow makes it more aerodynamic, so it should be able to be tossed around a room and fly really well. [Though I haven't looked into it in real life for years, I think this is actually true.] The prop has some kind of balloon creature riding it, but I am more interested in the braided part. I can't try it out because it isn't really made of balloons, but I decide I want to make the same thing, and try it.

      Problem is, as I start looking for my balloons, my mom tells me to use hers, instead, and points me at a huge 'bag' of balloons on the couch. She explains that Pioneer Balloons gave it to her for a give-away at a lecture she is giving at the clown section of a convention. This thing is massive, probably about two feet by two feet, and contains probably 15 times the amount of balloons my apron carries (and my apron carries around 2,000 balloons), and I am amazed and jealous that they have given this to her to use, then give away.

      How can she have this and be giving a class at a balloon convention as a clown, when she has only been doing this for a couple of years, while I have been doing this much longer, and have never been asked to do so? But neither here nor there. I go to grab some blue balloons (a sort of royal blue color, a shade lighter than the basic dark blue) and they stretch more than they ought to. I decide not to try and mouth inflate, with my air and vocal chords as they are, and go looking for a pump, but the first one I find has a huge tip, and I know I could never stretch the balloon over it. The second one is a regular balloon pump, and works fine for me.

      Problem is, as I start to blow up the balloon, perhaps a 10" section of balloon fills up, then starts bulging horribly before it pops. I start to stretch the other balloons slightly, and they are like pulling warm taffy. I try to grab more from mom's balloon bag, but they are all in the same condition, either badly made, or very old, with no strength and stability left, so I don't get to blow any up and try the designs. I am explaining all this to mom, while asking where the balloon prop came from.

      She explains that some guy named 'Charlie' comes by every couple of days and drops off some balloons he has made for the local kids. I have no idea who Charlie is, but it is nobody I know. Suddenly we are at the convention (it is either an FCM convention or a balloon convention that has made a point to invite non-ballooning clowns to try and teach them) and I am wandering around, visiting with balloon artists I know, while having to admit I don't know where my balloons have vanished to.

      I visit with Don Caldwell for a few minutes, and he is working on some great new designs he plans to use in a combination lecture and show tomorrow, then I find myself visiting with Joe White. Meanwhile, it is just a day or two before Halloween, and mom is talking about how she isn't taking her gig at the weird mall-like fun center that I've dreamed about making balloons at several times before, because she doesn't expect many people there on Halloween. Several others are trying to explain that this is one of their busiest days of the year, but she just won't listen.

      It is quite late in the evening, and several of the balloon artists are talking about going out to a bar or nightclub for a little drinking and partying, and I'd really like to come along, but I start to realize that while I know these people, like them, and they sometimes teach me some designs, none of them are actually friends, and none want me along for the party. Bummer. I'm regretting Dale just went home from a Disney visit, because it means he's not going to have the time off to go to the convention, and I'm going to be all alone. Double bummer. [True ... my best friend Dale was just here in Florida for two weeks, and just went home ... part of why almost none of my dreams have been posted for the last couple of weeks.]

      As the balloon artists head off to the bar, I just wander the streets. I am singing some sort of old classic song (perhaps Putting on the Ritz, but really, I think the song changed several times even as I was singing it.) As I sing the first line, I find myself walking next to several punk-looking teens, and I am embarrassed, so I switch to whistling. When I am whistling the last line, one of the teens sings it out (though by this point the last line may have been 'So happy together') and when the other punks glare at him, he says something like "What? It was a great song, and he sang that first line of it very well!"

      One of the other punks pulls a small tray of Stouffer's mac and cheese out of the microwave, and spits on it to show what he thinks of this. I make some sort of smart-alec comment about how he has no musical taste, and I, for one, don't want any of the mac and cheese either, thank you very much! The others laugh and agree, and he gets mad and throws it at me, getting mac and cheese all over my shoes. I walk off down the street, trying to wipe the shoes clean.

      Spoiler for Becoming lucid and sex:


      I don't know exactly how the idea comes into my head, but I somehow decide it would be fun to ride the Corkscrew, a roller coaster that used to be at Knott's Berry Farm, but was removed something like 20 years ago. I just start staring down the road, and a little in the distance, a mountain starts to come into being, and slowly the Timber Mountain Log Ride begins to appear, logs plunging down the long drop and splashing into the water. I can just barely see hints of the highest part of the Corkscrew's lift hill behind it.

      I walk around the mountain and into the Roaring 20s section, but it takes some work. I have been kind of pulling this out of my mind and forcing it into the world, so things are sort of super-imposed on each other. As I try and walk into the Roaring 20s section of the park, I am walking under the freeway overpasses that were already here when I started to pull the rides into existence. Kind of neat, kind of weird, seeing freeway lanes filled with cars just disappearing into the sides of the log ride and the mine train areas.

      As I move further in, I can now see almost the entire ride in front of me. But it isn't quite right. The cars should be red white and blue, but they seem to be green and yellow, and instead of riding on top of the track, they are hanging underneath, a suspended coaster. But the track itself seems right, and I am more than willing to try the Corkscrew as a suspended coaster.

      A few problems, though. At first I can't find the entrance area, and when I finally do, the lines are very, very long. At one point, where the track dips to near the ground, after the lift hill and just before going into the corkscrews (the real layout of the ride), the ride almost seems to merge with the line, and people are just kind of being sucked into it. But when I get there, nothing is happening.

      I decide to just bypass the line, and half-jump, half-fly up to the loading station, but as I do, the ride seems to have just shut down for the day, and there are no more cars on the track, so no matter what I do, I just can't seem to get a ride. Very frustrating!

      [Oddly, while there was a lot of lucid stuff in the dream, a lot of cool dream powers and impossible things, still nothing actually worked out, and there was a lot of frustration throughout, as well. Doesn't change the fact that it was a very long, detailed, and interesting dream for me.]

      ---

      There was another very long and detailed dream earlier in the night, but unlike this one, I couldn't remember much of it. I know there were some Harry Potter bits, and lots of repetition and boring bits. I also eventually found myself in a sort of higher-class version of the Adventurers Club, sitting on a large, ornate staircase leading into the main salon wearing either a bathrobe or towel. Either way, I am probably going to be half-nude as I stand up. A couple of anonymous female performers here, and some annoying interactions with BC for some reason. Might be interesting if I could remember it in full, but as it is, not worth much.
    7. Possible New Entrance to Mammoth Cave and Other Bits

      by , 10-17-2012 at 07:16 PM
      10-17-2012 -- [AAUUGGHH!! Bought some apple juice but forgot to drink before bed. Woke this morning with an interesting seeming dream, but couldn't remember more than half of it. Finally drank apple juice, then spent four hours trying to get back to sleep only to manage about one more hour, and a rather lousy dream during it! ]

      I'm pretty sure this started with a bit where I was at home at the Hickory house with my family, everything decorated for Christmas. Especially remember lots of silver wrapping and/or decorations. But that's all I can remember.

      Led somehow to something about the Hornet Newspaper and perhaps the college, but no details available. Soon I found myself traveling with Dale to Disney World or something. I think we were in the park, but there's nothing there. No details. Soon we are outside, and are going to drive somewhere. Dale has this weird rig set up which is something like a pick-up pulling a camper, pulling a boat, and the camper is sort of flipping down to seal Kevin inside for the drive.

      I think there is something that kind of resembles Knott's Jungle Island, except it quickly turns to some sort of Polynesian themed resort that happens to be in the middle of Mammoth National Park. Some guy is walking next to the tennis court, planning to get something from his cellar (which is oddly under a palm tree by the court) but when he goes down the ladder to the cellar, he doesn't come up again.

      His wife or girl friend is starting to worry, and glances into the cellar, but a recent earthquake or such has cracked the foundation and leads into a new cave entrance. He's gone in and gotten lost, and his wife is freaking out about how he could have gotten lost in what must obviously be a very small cave if it has never been found before.

      I am trying to explain to her that they've discovered that almost all the caves in the world are almost certainly connected if you get deep enough into them, and if you could find ways through flooded and collapsed passages, and she doesn't believe me. "How unlikely is that?!?" [In truth I take it too far. There is a very good chance that almost all caves in the part of Kentucky where Mammoth is located, the entire area under the Central Kentucky Karst, could be connected through passageways that people haven't yet found, but very unlikely that they go beyond that karst region.]

      I'm trying to explain how Mammoth became the largest mapped cave in the world because of all the connections found between Mammoth, Morrison, Salt Cave, Crystal Cave and so on, but she just doesn't believe me. Thankfully there is an information desk at the hotel, and I am asking them to help me explain. Among other things they have a very thick guidebook that is actually the three Roger Brucker books bound into one larger volume, and I am trying to get the info desk person to read about some of the connections listed in the second book, Beyond Mammoth Cave.

      Soon I find myself at an airport with B & C and some others. B & C are heading somewhere, and lots of us have come to see them off. Almost everybody else has already said goodbye and wandered off, but I figure I might as well stay with them to the gate. But B seemed opposed to this idea, so I wander off on my own and start out of the airport, only to find I still need to go through security.

      I make it through the security check point to find myself on a deck area that doesn't start out as one, but seems to turn into an aircraft carrier or something. I see what first seems to be low-flying odd planes shooting by, but soon turns into almost a sort of centrifuge test thing to check on pilot stresses, g-forces and the rest. This thing seems to have four capsules on four arms swinging in a circle with only one above the water at any one time.

      Soon there are two of them, one on each side of the ship, and as one is loading up soldiers to train and test, the other is letting them out. The ones being loaded up are all young, fit and the picture of health. The ones being released are in bad shape. Old, out of shape, either fat or skin and bones. Parts of one seem to be an actual skeleton, while others are missing limbs. Whatever they are training for, the training seems incredibly rough!

      ---

      Bonus, since it is not worth posting on it's own. I am sitting in a bedroom at a table, playing with my computer. I am playing some sort of game that involves collecting small blue gems that kind of look like the shatter pattern of a bullet through glass, or maybe making them. As time goes on, it is certainly making them, except it turns to making them out of a play doh-like or gum-like substance in real life, while sitting in front of the computer.

      Whatever this stuff I am making is now in purple as well as blue, and it is something that I am taking to help me remember dreams. But a few of the bits have fallen off the back of the desk onto the floor, and I decide I should collect them. To try and climb under the space under the table, I have to move a box fan, but there still isn't room, so I have to try and shift my bed and a large (but low) bookcase as well. A lot of work. When I get under the table, I find several bits of the 'stuff' that has fallen, including a couple that have been down here for months and are covered in dust. I decide I'm not going to try and swallow those, and throw them away.

      As I come back out from under the desk, Rosemary is bugging me to clean my room ... I just did, woman! I need to go to the bathroom, but as I am walking up to it, there is a handyman walking out. He has a sign on the door showing he is working on the toilet, so it is not available. I figure I will use the other restroom, but when I walk to the door of it, is is nothing but a huge hole in the floor. For some reason they seem to have removed the entire bathroom.

      Walking back to ask Rosemary about this, I find the dogs have been stuck inside, and in the last two minutes they have virtually covered the floor in dog poop. Yuck! Nothing but problems and fails in this dream!
    8. Farmville 2 and the Amazing Duplicating Man

      by , 10-06-2012 at 08:01 AM
      10-05-2012 -- I'm in my first bedroom in the Hickory House, laying in bed watching TV. The room is messy, and I can see at least a couple of plates on the floor and two or three of those huge metal trays we used for pizza dough at the parlor, stacked up for some reason.

      There are hints of my playing several different computer games, though only hints, then I decide I'll break down and give the new Farmville 2 a try. [I don't know if they really have come out with a Farmville 2, or if it is just a scam that people are still falling for, but in the dream, it was real.] I'm thinking to myself that, while I will give it a try, this time I am not going to clutter up Facebook with a couple hundred people I don't know, just to have neighbors. I don't expect to play the game more than once.

      I start the thing up, and I find myself standing in a real life field, and a fairly big one. I think I plant a small crop of corn (only about three squares by four) with seeds I already have on me (probably from Runescape), but if I am only going to play once, I think I want to plant the entire field. I am wondering how to get some money for more seeds.

      Turns out that to get the tutorial started, I have to go speak to Farmer Fred [a Runescape character]. I find him parked just outside my farm in his old red pickup truck, and as I start to speak to him, he drives on to my farm. I accidentally double click on the truck, and it seems I've caught a glitch, because two Lego figure farmers climb out of the truck and start speaking to me in stereo.

      They give me a rather boring spiel about how to play the game which is far too detailed for somebody who played the original version, and then explain how a loan of either $500 or $500,000 will be on a credit card in my wallet. I pull my wallet out of my pocket and open it up, and sure enough, there is a Farmville credit card in there, and I'm wondering how on Earth they managed that.

      As I approach the farmhouse on my land, I find an odd paper wallet with a Farmville logo on it, and realize this is where the credit card should have appeared. Instead there is a $1,000 bill which quickly changes into a check for payment for a crop that I haven't even grown, yet. Still some glitches that need to be worked out in this game, obviously.

      As we reach the farmhouse, Farmer Fred's wife continues the tutorial, explaining to us that if we feel we need more continuous space for crops, we can pick up the farmhouse and move it right to the border of the property, more out of the way. Meanwhile I find myself staring at this huge, empty field, and remembering the fact that I don't yet have any tractors or anything. Just thinking about having to click on all those little farm plots one by one is already getting me bored with the game before I even start, and I quickly decide I'm really not that interested.

      Oddly the next thing I know, I am in Long's Drug Store, walking down one of the aisles looking for a large plastic spoon for stirring stuff in pots, and I'm not finding any because the entire aisle is filled with toys.

      There seems to be a big wrestler here who seems to be a little upset with me for some reason, and he is starting to threaten me and the other people around me. I'm not really afraid of him. Soon I find myself in some sort of hideout with two mafia-types who are connected to the wrestler, and they are trying to threaten a friend of mine who they have tied up in a chair, when he walks in the door and stands next to me, angrily glaring at them and himself, sitting there, tied up.

      They are freaking out a little, and he asks them if they really think he's enough of a fool as to let himself be caught by them. He split himself up into about 20 of himself and all of him are running around, so they'll never find the real one. I decide it is about time to leave and I lead my friend to my car, but now the thugs are telling us we aren't allowed to drive out their driveway, and we'll have to find another way to the road. We just laugh them off and drive out the driveway, anyway.
    9. Mindwarp, Politics, and Prison

      by , 09-27-2012 at 04:25 PM
      09-21-2012 -- VERY strange dream. I'm having some political discussions with some liberal friends right before bed, who I strongly disagree with, then I go to sleep. I suddenly find myself waking to a very Mindwarp* situation. There is a loud, commanding voice giving me orders in my dark, empty room (in the Hickory house). I look around the room carefully, and eventually find some sort of squak box / monitoring device has been installed on the blinds in my room, while I slept.

      This voice is promoting a very socialist agenda, and threatening me with what will be done to me if I don't follow it's orders. It gives lots of orders, but most I can't remember. The one I can remember is that I was to hold myself back because my sister is not as talented as I am, and I am not allowed to do better than her. [Has nothing to do with my real life sister.]

      As this this is going on, there is a really weird game show on the TV in my room. It is a game that involves people trying to solve charades by other people that they can neither see nor hear, which makes it really tough. At the moment, Wink Martindale is the contestant, who is trying to solve charades being performed by ... Wink Martindale?!? Somehow they have moved him in time so he is playing against himself!

      I approach the box, rip it off the blinds, and start to break it apart, and it threatens me ever more fiercely, ordering me not to separate the broken pieces, though I am obviously going to do so. Finally, it produces a line of tiny glowing hieroglyphics that look like human figures. I have to figure out the meaning, but they are too tiny, there is no way to decode them.

      Somehow throughout this entire thing I have not been myself, but KB. They have come and taken me away to prison because I didn't obey the voice, and they have thrown me into a very large bathroom with four or five big nude criminals, then turned the lights out. Obviously a scary situation. I rush to the door, still nude, and open it so there is some light to see by.

      I find myself in a locker room, and start opening lockers until I find one with my clothes in it, and start dressing as quickly as possible, hoping to get out of here before anything more happens to me. Semi-short, but intense dream.


      *[Five or six years ago I had a very strange real-life situation happen. Kind of scared me for an evening. Had no idea what was going on. Had been renting a room from some people for just a couple of months. This room was lined with shelves near the ceiling that had tons of kid toys on them. One night I went to bed, and was fast asleep when I woke to hear this loud, deep voice seeming to come from nowhere, saying something along the lines of "Prepare for Mind Warp!"

      I was suddenly wide awake in my room, quite scared by this mystery voice, not sure if I was awake, asleep, or insane. I'd turned the light on, there was nobody in the room. The TV was off. I had no radio. Nothing!

      I sat there hyperventilating for a minute or two, turned the light off, and tried to go back to sleep, when the same voice returned again, saying something about mindwarp over or something. (It's been several years, I no longer remember the closing phrase nearly as well.)

      Terribly frightening. Got up the next morning and searched the room carefully, and found a battery-powered game called Mind Warp that spoke when activated. Whatever it was, exactly, it was a toy I'd never heard of, and therefore very frightening to suddenly hear in the middle of the night. That toy was quickly relocated out of my room.

      Anyway, that was the Mind Warp story referenced in the dream.]
    10. The Newspaper Layout and Melody's Hotel

      by , 09-27-2012 at 03:40 PM
      [Been around a week or more since I last posted. Have had very little dream recall for some reason, and the last couple of dreams I had before this morning were over a week ago and haven't been posted yet. I will try and get that corrected. Also remember a fragment from earlier this morning that I will post below this whole dream.]

      09-27-2012 -- I'm working late in the Hickory House on something for some sort of 4 page newspaper supplement, I think, but it is something like 3 or 4 am, and I finally drift off to sleep. I eventually wake up again to find mom sleeping at her desk. I am glancing around at the stuff I have been working on, and I spot a newspaper clipping that mom had clipped for me, and start to read it. Glancing at it, it was some kind of report about a major football game, and yet there was a picture of 'Hulk' Hogan watching it. Somehow, reading the clipping allows me to hear the broadcast of it, and as people start cheering a big touchdown or something, it wakes mom up. She soon heads out the door, going somewhere.

      As I glance around the living room, I see a small red scooter like the one I used to ride before I got my first car, and I find myself thinking I might be able to use it to start up the Circle K mystery shops again, though it wouldn't do for the APEC ones because of the tiny gas tank. [Real life jumping in for a second. When my car broke down and a friend gave me another one, I still had to quit all my driving work because of how poor of gas mileage and no A/C, including the mystery shops.]

      I wander to the kitchen, looking for something to eat. Oddly, there are several platters of ribs and things sitting half on the stove, half in the refrigerator. The dream just can't seem to make up its mind. I grab a bit of meat, and wander outside. As I grabbed it, it was just a small slice of meat, off the bone. By the time I reached Jeff's house, I find myself laying on the ground underneath the tree in their front yard eating several ribs right off the bone.

      His parents come wandering by, and either don't see me, or don't speak to me at first. They are discussing getting a letter from him, and he is mentioning something about how if the Sorting Hat is getting too lonely, it is friendly with me, and they may want to have me visit with it for a bit. This gets me to the point of gently getting their attention and asking if I can ask them something. They agree, and I ask if they always knew they were magical, as I only learned after I grew up. They tell me, yes, they've always been a part of the magical world.

      All this has taken place on the front lawn, but as I turn to leave, I am suddenly inside the house exiting an odd front door that points the wrong way compared to real life. I open the front door and almost fall down the large set of front steps, but don't manage to shut the door behind me properly, and an alarm starts to go off. I am trying to climb the steps to finish closing the door when Barbara closes it for me. I start to walk back toward my house, using a sort of accio charm to summon all the rib bones so I don't leave any on their lawn to make them mad at me.

      As I am approaching the Hickory House, there are some people in costumes and floats as Ringling Bros is running a parade through town today. They don't usually parade on Hickory because it is such a small street, but they do sometimes stage there. In trying to turn around the animals and floats, they somehow end up circling around up onto the sidewalk and even the yards, where they are weaving through all the cars parked there. [More reminiscent of my current address than Hickory.]

      There are lots of people starting to line up, and some local clowns who are entertaining the crowds. I don't know what is being celebrated, but it is something big. There is also stuff here related to the space program, even though this is CA and not FL. [May tie in to the shuttle being shown off in CA within the last week, and Posner posting about it on Facebook.] I see somebody who I am almost sure is Kluts, but I ignore her, and just head for the front door. To get there, I have to excuse my way through some others, and overhear a black clown (but not one I knew from the alley) asking if there was any way to get rid of all the American flag decorations. Not likely, I'm thinking.

      I make it in the front door, and find that in the short time I have been gone, mom has decorated the house for Halloween, and I somehow stumble into a balloon decoration, and end up with a balloon hat on my head. I'm just tired, and head straight for my first bedroom, wanting to lay down and sleep. I open the door to find the room is even tinier than I remember, and mom has completely rearranged it, without asking me. I am annoyed at the invasion of privacy, and am considering moving out because of it. Meanwhile, in the process of rearranging, she somehow opened the partition between my room and Melody's, so there is even less privacy. On the other hand, Melody and one of her girlfriends are asleep in her bed.

      [This is really starting to muddle a lot of things together. This is obviously the Hickory House, but the curtain-ish partition between two bedrooms was in the Moran house, and it is Rosemary in my current house who has threatened to come in and rearrange the furniture in my room.]

      I sit down on my bed and start to get undressed, which seems to make enough noise to start waking people in Melody's room. I find that I can see right into the shower in Melody's room, and two of her girlfriends are taking a shower. At first they seem to be showering in their clothes, but soon it may just be very noticeable tan lines. The shower sections just keep growing, because soon there are at least two showers on the left, the bedroom section of her room, and then three bathtubs on the right. All of this in a small bedroom that really has no baths or showers, those are in the restrooms.

      More and more people who have been staying with Melody overnight are starting to shower and bathe, including entire families with parents and kids. It is very weird. Half-dressed women start wandering into my room because for some reason all the shoes are in here. Meanwhile, I'm still trying to undress to take a nap. Soon there is a big, threatening-looking black tough in my room, though he is friendly enough. He explains that they stay here overnight once a year, and have for ages. This surprises me because I have never seen this before. He explains they are visiting for one day from Springfield, CA, and I explain we're originally from CA as well, and start commenting on how much I want to move back there. Nevermind that until this moment, this house was in CA.

      ---

      A fragment from an earlier dream that I can't much remember. I was working on a really small notebook computer (but it folded and had a keyboard, so it wasn't a pad) in some sort of print shop trying to print something important out when suddenly the computer lost everything. The data I was working on, all search links, all clues to everything I was interested in ... it became impossible to get the computer to pull up anything I was interested in. Somehow there were also chases with people firing guns at me or something.
    11. The Trees Through the Forest

      by , 09-15-2012 at 06:19 PM
      09-15-2012 -- I'm at the Hickory house, where mom has me preparing some weird thing to help save a dying magic tree in the forest in the back yard. Seems to involve taking a furnace filter, placing a leaf from the tree when it was healthy on it, then pouring some kind of magical liquid over it. I wait for the liquid to soak in, then head into the backyard.

      Making my way through the narrow forest paths, trying to find this dying magical tree, but at one point I bump into something, and drop the filter. The leaf falls off and into the bits of leaves, branches and so on, and I can't find it again. I just have to hope that it was absorbed enough into the filter to work. Eventually I manage to find the dying tree, and I use the filter on it. It comes back to life, and begins to produce a brilliant red fruit that actually gives off light, it is so bright.

      Just wandering around, I walk around a bend in the trail, and find another dying magical tree, this one with a white fruit that is very, very dim. I grab a healthy leaf just under the tree and start running back to mom, hoping she has another filter and some more of the magic liquid. Mom does have the stuff needed, and doesn't mind me saving other trees, but she has some other errands she needs me to do first, so it takes some time to get back out to the tree.

      The forest paths are beginning to look more and more video gamish, and I'm starting to have the knowledge in my head that there are either five or seven of these magical trees, each with a different color of fruit, and that I need to find as many as I can, but unfortunately by the time I get back to the white fruit tree, somebody has already claimed it. I start wandering down different forest paths trying to find some of the other ones.

      As I continue along, things are shifting. Instead of a forest I seem to be wandering through some sort of industrial complex, and instead of trees I seem to be looking for some sort of weird mechanical eye-like light generator. Still have been the first to find one or two of them, and still looking for a couple that haven't been found yet. And when found and activated, each spills out a very bright, very colorful beam of light into the sky. The things are big, and not easily moved around, but every week they are in a different location, so sometimes there are traces of where they have been in past weeks, but they aren't there now.

      I start out in a large warehouse-like building, but soon am checking in smaller and smaller buildings, large tool sheds, service bays, just smaller buildings, still looking for these things. I soon find myself in a large building that seems to be a cross between a flea market building and a large garage with multiple service bays. But I can't find any in here.

      I move into another building, and think I finally find another one. There is a guy that is supposed to pay me a small amount, but he doesn't want to pay cash, and wants an easy way to get it taken care off. He wants an account number, but instead I pull out my payment card from Courier Express since I am no longer working for them, and tell him to use it, instead. He takes the card and agrees, asks me to give the information to a lady over there on the computer.

      She has a laptop on a small table, and I sit down next to her. She is short, slim, has short brown hair, probably a small chest, but she is quite cute, kind of pixie-ish, and wearing a short mini skirt. As I am sitting next to her I am admiring her legs, and suddenly she is nude. I start with a little caressing, pull her on top of me, and move on to more fun. Soon we're both exhausted and laying on a sofa. I am considering resting a couple of minutes and doing everything again, when I wake up.
    12. Only Fragments 8-(

      by , 08-29-2012 at 03:24 PM
      08-29-2012 -- Fragments, nothing but fragments. I don't know what is going on with my dreams. A bunch of nights of incredible dreams of length and clarity and great storylines, and then nothing but fragments. And I can't see anything different about what I have been doing to prepare for sleep on the different nights. Oh well. I don't usually bother noting fragments, but a few of these struck me as interesting, so ...

      Something in a hotel, may or may not have been working security. Big, fancy hotel. Lots of time between floors in elevator or on escalators. Stop by fancy restaurant inside. All I can remember.

      ---

      In my 2nd bedroom in the Hickory house, staring at a phone wire running about five feet between two spots on the wall. Somehow that phone wire is a train route in Railroad Tycoon (guess what I've been playing a lot over the last few days) and since the phone wire is a double line wrapped together, but only a single wire of it is being used, I am pulling the ends of the second wire free, and then attaching them to the same screws as the first wire. This gives me two train lines between the same cities, doubling the load capability, and therefore increasing the inheritance somebody is going to get from this train route. (Am also afraid I am going to electrocute myself.)

      ---

      I'm in a classroom somewhere, sitting at desks and somehow working on some sort of science project. One of the people here is Buffy the Vampire Slayer. And there are a couple of nerds presenting ideas they've come up with. Their ideas do some great theorizing about a wide range of scientific theories, but get nowhere and accomplish nothing in the real world.

      Somehow I am a super genius, and take each of these ideas, and string them all together to make things that will change the world. Amazing stuff. We're building working models of things, and one of them somehow ejects something at high speed and force, and suddenly one of the nerds has a hole in his chest. I manage to convince him it is not important, and that his body will heal it without any trouble, and to just keep working.

      By this time it is a big, fancy business, and not a school room, and we are just getting ready to leave for the day when we're attacked by crooks who want to steal our ideas. We're fighting for our lives, and me, Buffy, and another tough guy (probably a vampire) are easily fighting them off, but they decide to pick on one of the nerds. They shoot at him, and I try to throw myself in front of the bullet, since it won't do me much harm, but I'm too late. He's dying. I think we have to turn him to save him.

      ---

      Somehow I am at the beach, out swimming in the ocean (Atlantic, not Pacific) and I've been swimming for some time. I'm coming up on a lifeguard tower about a half a mile out, where there are some buoys stretched out to mark the limits of how far people are allowed to go, and a life guard stationed there to enforce, and rescue those who need it.

      I'm not quite there, and I am getting tired, so I swim over to one of the ropes stretching out from the shore to the buoy, and just start pulling myself along it. About this time, I notice my feet touching the ground, and I'm thinking to myself, I'm a half mile out, here. No way I should be able to touch the ground. And I start thinking about the hurricanes, and suddenly realize there must be a tidal wave coming. I start hurrying for shore as quickly as I can.

      ---

      I'm in a bedroom, no idea where this one is. I am naked, and crouched by an unblocked window that is very low in the wall, so I am barely covered. The window opens out onto the street, and it is broad daylight, so this is probably not a good thing. Doesn't bother me too much, though. There's an attractive girl here who is also wearing nothing, and I am enjoying the view. A guy walks in, and he is wearing only a shirt, and an I glance down, he seems to have the lower body of a woman. That isn't right! So I take a firm look, and good, the dangly bits that should be there, are there. He takes this to mean I am coming on to him, and he seems to like it and is approaching me, so I have to quickly explain.

      Somehow I seem to be watching a cartoon, except it is happening here in the room, instead of on a screen. There is a green and yellow polka-dotted blob-like creature that is trying to rob a filing cabinet in the middle of a building late at night. To see where he is going, he opens his mouth and a beam of light comes out of it. On the wall, you can see shadow outlines of a creature in his stomach (squirrel, weasel, maybe ferret) holding the flashlight. He opens one of the filing cabinets and a mermaid pops out and lands on the ground. She can't speak, and she is using her hands to cover her breasts, so she can't really do anything except glare at the strange creature. For some reason, I think it is J.K. Rowling.

      Meanwhile the guy in only a shirt is trying to read my dream journal, and I am trying to stop him. I suddenly realize this is very odd, since I am usually annoyed because there aren't enough people reading my dreams on the computer, yet I don't want him reading them here in real life. He is commenting on how he doesn't want to read the dreams about the Vatican (don't think I have ever dreamed about the Vatican, not being Catholic), and is trying to find a piece of blank paper. I don't have any in my dream journal, so I think I may have to grab some from the printer.
    13. Spider-Man at the End of the World

      by , 08-11-2012 at 01:11 AM
      07-23-2012 -- I'm just hanging around the Hickory house when I realize it is the end of the world. People are running around, freaking out, yelling, screaming, and trying to connect with people for the last few days of existence, kind of making me think of Seeking a Friend for the End of the World, which I have never seen, but only heard of. That's just the kind of vibe this had.

      Soon I find myself at a shopping mall somewhere, probably in Santa Ana or Westminster, or somewhere fairly far from Buena Park. The world is still ending, and everybody is freaking, and I can't leave the place until I can catch the 42 bus. (Really a route I used to ride in the area.) Unfortunately, while dozens of buses come by, none are the 42.

      I'm getting more and more annoyed, and there is a cop that is starting to hassle me for some reason. Meanwhile, Wolverine is running down the street jumping from car roof to car roof and damaging them in the process, and I can't help but wonder why the cop doesn't go hassle him, or maybe the Incredible Hulk, who is also rampaging through the area. But no, the guy keeps hassling me. Reminds me of Captain Stacy from the new Spider-Man movie, which makes sense, considering.

      Stacy has decided to arrest me and take me in (no idea what for), and he is opening some strange, round vault-like equipment locker that seems to be in a tree or something, and as he is looking for equipment, I spot my web shooters inside it, and grab them. I quickly start to strap them to my wrists, and realize now that I have my web shooters, I no longer need to wait for the 42 route.

      Captain Stacy is trying to grab me, and for some reason my web shooters are kind of mis-timing their firing, so I can't web sling nearly as smoothly as I would like. Seems like half the time I try to shoot off a line and nothing happens, so I try again, and both lines fire at the same time, tangling with each other. From the same kind of mishap, I can barely get more than a few feet off the ground for a bit, which makes it a really rather poor escape ... but it works. Kind of.

      Soon I have things straightened out a bit more, and am actually swinging around the buildings downtown. (No idea downtown where.) Soon there is a flying saucer chasing me, big enough to be a threat, small enough to be maneuverable, and looking like a classic flying saucer, perhaps like from My Favorite Martian. I'm dodging this way and that, but can't lose them at first. Then I sling myself through a gap in a very large skyscraper, and the aliens decide they will just pick me up on the other side of the building.

      But I don't fly through. Instead, I swing toward the full-sized baseball stadium located inside this huge building, and decide to take in the game. I spot a nice, cool pool located right behind home plate with some attractive ladies sunbathing in it, and I launch myself in the air above it. While in freefall I strip off my costume, except for my mask, and plunge into the water. I get a slight bit of a feel of a blonde in a really tiny bikini, then pick up the blonde in the nice charcoal business suit sitting in the pool next to me (yes, full business suit in the pool) and pull her into my lap. If it's the end of the world, forget fighting idiot aliens, I seem to have decided to have some fun!
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