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12-28-2016 -- Am out doing gas station mystery shops in an area down near Miami that doesn't correspond to any real locations, but that I have dreamt about several other times, in the last few years. This is a sort of blend of the four stations behind each other, and a more spread out area of shops that I have dreamed about. Anyway, I have reached the station (the first of this trip), and am considering what order to do the shop in. For some reason, I am considering doing some of the picture taking before doing the actual mystery shop portion, but I have to remind myself that would be bad.

So I am in the outside portion where they always have tons of signs around, and I am amazed to see that this time they don't have a lot of signs, and I am thinking maybe they will get a good score, this time. But then I notice all the litter on the ground, and am thinking, maybe not. The manager comes around, sweeping things up and glaring at me, and I move inside. The counter is very long, and has an L-bend to it, so that it takes up half the store, and the employee makes a suggestion of a possible purchase, and I say no thanks, which causes the manager to start yelling at me that if the CSR suggests a purchase, I am supposed to accept it, when there is no such requirement.

I move back outside, and am trying to line up my pictures, showing the limited signage and the lots of litter, when I see someone walking out of a tube station, and I glance at them unbelievingly for a minute, then realize I recognize them. The actual image that I am looking at is David Tennant, but who it is supposed to be is Brandon Sanderson. I'm talking to him for a few seconds, and try to let him know how much I continue to enjoy his books, and he is asking what I am doing, so I briefly explain the mystery shopping thing, then he wanders off to whatever it is he is here to do.

I go back to trying to take pictures, but the manager is making an ever larger fuss, and there are a couple of punks hanging around who seem to be trying to steal my equipment. I've had enough of this shop, and am trying to pack my stuff (seemingly several still and video cameras) into my backpack, but in the process I leave my printer sitting there for a few extra seconds, and they try to run off with it, so I have to argue and wrestle a little bit to get it back.

I am just zipping it into my backpack, and planning how to avoid having anything more to do with the punks, when I spot Tennant/Sanderson walking away, and chase after him, down into a bit of a subway station, just to try and talk a little more. I am asking if I am correct in thinking this is a regular area for him, and mentioning that I thought I'd seen him here three months ago when doing the shop, but couldn't believe it. I also mention having read the three books kind of offered on his web site, but not (at the time) published.

these too are also not very clear (one of them because i didn't want to think about it too much) and i forgot one entirely. was really bad at keeping track of the times in which these happened.

?am: my boyfriend and i go to some bar (i can't stand bars in real life). its small, quiet and dimly-lit, and not busy. one of the rooms here is special, it has a large couch, and there is a camera mounted to the ceiling to give a good view of the room. this is a room where people can go to have sleazy sex on camera because i suppose that kind of thing is thrilling. my boyfriend and i are in the main area talking to some people, and are seated next to a small b&w TV displaying the camera feed. two people we know go in, and as they begin to do it, we get kind of disgusted (they aren't very attractive and we don't really like them that much), so i turn a dial on the TV until the scene dissolves into indecipherable static, and we do something else for a while.

the girl, who is the sister of a friend of mine, comes out alone to join us. she is acting strangely, and my boyfriend asks her if everything is ok. she says that it isn't, and starts crying, and tells us that the guy she was with somehow threatened her and scared her into handing over a song that she had written, so that his band could play it and take credit for it. Phoenix was angry and went into the room to confront the guy and his band, which consisted of two other girls. but, due to Dream Logic, there wasn't anything he could do.

i realize that this isn't very nightmarish, but at the time when i woke up i was feeling very uncomfortable. looking back on it now though, it sounds silly.

?am: i'm walking along a heavily wooded path at night. its well-lit, but i can't tell from what. its fairly uneventful, until i hit a patch of complete blackness. for some reason this doesn't unnerve me and i keep going like its nothing. eventually i come into a lit clearing, the edges of which are pixelated. i realize now that i'm looking at a session of Furcadia when i see the dream portals uploaded by other users.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was watching some kind of documentary or TV show about a man who had some kind of really bad disease. But I was also, somehow, in the scene, helping the man. The man's disease may have been terminal.

The man was really overweight. He had dark olive colored skin. He wore a running cap and a white, long-sleeved shirt. The man and I may have hugged or something like that. The man seemed to be really grateful that I had been helping him.

There was another scene that I'm pretty sure I wasn't in. It was more like watching a TV show. The man was standing outside, embracing a girl with his right arm. The girl was probably the man's daughter. The man and daughter were surrounded by news reporters.

The man mentioned something about his appearance. It looked awkward somehow. This was, the man explained, because he was going through sex-change therapy. The chemicals he was taking were giving him a more "feminine" appearance.

I wondered why the hell this guy was taking chemical sex-change therapy at this time. He was apparently dying from a disease. Plus, he had to take all kinds of chemicals in hopes of getting rid of this disease. Now he was taking chemicals for a sex change? It seemed like too much for his body.

Dream #2

I was in a living room with my brother. We were probably watching TV. I was laying on the floor. My brother sat on the couch.

My brother told me, "Sit up and give me the device."

As if I had no will of my own, I sat up, as if to get my brother the device he'd mentioned. My brother seemed to gloat about this. He knew he had the power to control people's minds and actions.

I told myself my brother wasn't really controlling me, and that I would get him the device, just to show that I liked my brother and I wanted to help him.

The device was up on the top of the entertainment center in which the TV sat. It may have been just to the right of a VCR or a DVD player.

The device was some sort of rocket shaped like a stick. But its propulsion mechanism wasn't an explosive. It was like a clear lens that used some kind of electronic process.

My brother had attached a camcorder to the rocket. He was going to film what the rocket did. The rocket and the camera together looked like a bottle rocket.

The rocket was made only for destructive purposes. I knew that my brother's first use of this rocket was going to be to crash it into the face of some woman on a TV news program.

In my mind's eye I saw the rocket crash into the newswoman's face. The rocket may have lodged itself pretty deeply into the newswoman's head. It had to be pulled out. When the rocket was pulled out, I may have seen a view of the newswoman's mutilated face.

I had a dream in the early hours of December 3rd, 2010 and woke up briefly to scribble out the following on a peice of paper before immediately returning to sleep. I could not remember any of the dream when I woke up later and have only this fragment of writing (written while half asleep before dawn) to go by:


In afganistan? with tall apartment building surrounded by water, sometimes on land because tide comes and goes, each building at often warrinf with another building, fishing as the tide comes in and out, seeing the fish and my brother moving the fire pit, Samir? and two people open a free dental clinic in a tent (with a second floor) in the middle of the apartment complex, pay what you can or make donation to Muslim child feed fund, soldiers and insurgents want control of it, after some time Samir has idea to improve area with damn and better buildings, I am there walking dam area when I come acreoss canadian base and am taken in for questioning, many canadiands being held, i see two women being stripped searched my two naked male soldiers and video tape it, soldiers on base hunt me down after i steal a gun and tie up some soldiers/officals, i am captured and similarily strip searched after sending copy of video to CNN but a sympatetic male offical obtains my camera and tapes my strip search and also sends that tape to news program

I'm watching the recording of two tourists in Japan visiting. It was night. I thought about how all the shops on this street were getting advertising from the video.

I was there suddenly. Normal people were walking around. Then out of nowhere there were these weird people wearing blue gliding through the air 15m above us and bouncing on the ground. They kept going up and down bouncing everywhere. People got scared.

I was suddenly holding the video camera and I aimed it around everywhere. When they touched someone they turned half into rockets then came back together and infected other people.

The Simpsons where there too. I started running down the street past everyone. People were arguing about cereal.

I went to the side and saw a huge drop off with a beach below. We were on a cliff.

Somehow the story in my dream changed for a few seconds and we were scouting a location for Channel 7 filming something. I had just come from a camp in my dream.
"Yes! See that beach?"
Just before this scene there was something about a cinema, but I forget There was also something about an ocean.
Just before the huge cliff drop there was a little square dug out of the edge so I climbed down into it. It was full of logs so I kind of slipped and grabbed onto the edge. I was hanging down with the beach below me about 30m away. I tried desperately to get back up.

Someone from a tv show on Channel 7 was there, but he wasn't real. I did have anything to grab onto to pull myself up so I grabbed onto this guy's shirt. It kind of ripped off and I heard a VoiceOver saying "You can see (blah blah) without his shirt on at 8:30 Tuesday on Channel 7" like an ad.

Suddenly there were two girls above me as I was still on the edge. They were arguing about cereal. I wanted them to help me but they said "Wow, carrots? They're for wimpy fat people" the other said "Yeh, and same with Special K!" (a kind of cereal which I don't eat)

I had a bag of Special K so I threw it up at them but they made me go further down the cliff. I tried to see where I could land, but there was just rocks underneath me. I also had the legs of Bart from the Simpsons.

They kept lowering me down and I could see Maggie hanging next to me. Then I dropped onto the beach finally, which was now only 3 metres down. Homer and Marge were suddenly there. I was facing the cliff, but not standing near it. Homer and Marge were in front of me and then 'infected' Maggie who suddenly flew/rocketed away into the distance. "Homer said something like "Ahh, she really flies fast doesn't she?"

The end.