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Constructed, Bombarded, Commemorated
Clarity: 6/10
Importance:4/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm helping a friend work on his new house. A lot of the guys are there. I end up leaving with Steele, and we drive towards Petawawa. Up ahead on the road, the military is has the road blocked off with tanks. Military people are scurrying about, and I hope it's not a search checkpoint. Not that we have anything to hide, I just don't like that sort of thing.

Somebody begins to shoot, large caliber rounds I can see fly through the air like tracer rounds. The military squares off against this shooter, and we take cover between two tanks. The shots get really close to us at one point, but eventually I see all the army guys cluster together pointing their guns at the ground. I figure they caught the offender.

Sean and I walk towards the school, and see a short asian guy we recognize do the same. It was a guy we ran into on the way to a Tragically Hip concert. One of our friends had spray painted the school to commemorate our trip, and had done a few portraits of them asian man. The guy begins to see paintings of himself on the school and is a little freaked out as to why he would be painted there several times.

Old Friends
Clarity: 8/10
Importance:4/10
Sleep: Nap
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm at Donald's, and we decide to go out into the bush out back. I pick up my jacket, but it's full of candy, which I stuff back into my pockets. Then my leather jacket seems really heavy, so much that I can barely walk with it. Next I spot another leather jacket of mine, and wonder how I'll bet them both home, since they're so heave.

I notice it's warm out, and take of my jacket. Donald is in the back of the lot amongst the trees on a horse. I hope there's a horse for me as well. Before I can go look, I hear some electric guitar and a female voice singing from next door. They're playing AC/DC. Andrew wanders out, and the AC/DC becomes a Jefferson Airplane song. He shows me the chords he's playing, and I see this awesome chord structure with an awesome sound in my mind. different than the song he's playing, but it fits.

Tidal Waves on the Island Shrine
Clarity: 7/10
Importance:4/10
Sleep: OK
Sleep Position: Right Side (Left Brain)

I'm on a small island when I notice it's inhabitants begin to panic. I look to see what's upset them, and see a giant tidal wave headed straight towards us! Oh shit! There's noting I can do but watch as it washes over the island. Luckily the water that covers the land is only knee deep, and I'm able to keep my footing as the water pummels my legs.

But it's not over yet, after the first wave there is another, this one bringing water up to my waist that tumbles me back before the waters recede once again. A third wave washes over us, this time the water is shoulder high, and everyone is forced to swim. Then the fourth and final wave hits us and drowns out the island completely. Everyone is swimming and treading water, and the current carries me and only me away, out to sea. I swim as hard as I can, but am carried away despite my best efforts.

I end up between two more islands, one with hills and one with more people and a school, and end up on the shores of the populated one. This island's inhabitants are fleeing into the school. That strikes me as a bad idea, but then I figure maybe not if we can get to the roof, so I follow them in.

Inside the school, there is a bank of televisions and computer monitors, like a small Imax wall. This bank of terminals becomes some sort of shrine under the care of Klinger from MASH. The center piece of the shrine is an immobilized woman, unmoving and unaging. Her eyes shine with magic, and there is a smoky ball darkness next to her, the evil force that keeps her trapped.

Klinger keeps this shrine clean, and is able to travel OBE style by staring into the woman's mesmerizing eyes.

Fragments: Alien Chase
A large group of people, myself included, are chasing an alien. We chase it across a parking lot, through some back yards, and into the woods.


Fragments: River Rescue
I'm crossing the river with some people, including my mother. The rocks become slippers and the current strong, and someone falls and can't make it across, even though it's really shallow. Next thing I know there is a rescue team getting us to jump from bed to bed to cross the river. I'm last to go, since I wanted to make sure everyone else made it ok.

They want me to jump onto a bed in a panic because it's beginning to float away. I get pissed of over how stupid this is, because I clearly don't need any help in my river, and they are all over reacting.

Meghan
Clarity: 6/10
Importance:6/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm walking along downtown, only instead of using the sidewalk, I'm cutting through apartment buildings and walking through their halls, then into the next building, and so on and so forth. In one building, I come across Meghan knocking on a door. She's just moved to Ottawa, and I ask her if she wants to do something. She says sure, and brings of of her girlfriends accompanied by Jay from Jay and Silent Bob fame. Jay keeps spouting hilarious bits of stoner wisdom.

We're going to watch a movie somewhere, but take Jay's black truck since mine is at home. We drive out and sit in the grass by the river. I see something that looks like a hammer in the water and pull it out. It's a lock for a bicycle, a stolen bicycle that is also in the water. Jay puts the lock in his backpack with the rest of his tools.

Suddenly we're in a house and the movie we just watched has ended. Only I don't recall having seen a movie. I ask the others if they remember the movie, but they don't recall having seen it either. We joke that it must have been a really interesting movie.

Injected Again
Clarity: 7/10
Importance:8/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm in high school, but enter a kindergarden class where they give us all injections to make us smarter. The shots work and then some. I notice the kids are moving things around the classroom with their minds. We all have telekinetic abilities!

I lead the children through various exercises, making them use their telekinesis as a group. But our powers don't stop there. We can view and control things remotely, and do telepathic communication. I tell the kids next we're going to help someone with a test. I tell them to find someone taking a test, and they collectively choose a target. We begin to see the questions our target is facing on the test, and send him the answers. Unfortunately, all the questions are super easy, and I say to the class "Maybe we should have picked a harder test."

A teacher enters, and I begin to explain to him our powers. I tell him it's like remote viewing, only so much better. I then leave with the teacher and we go to his house, where he demonstrates his abilities to his wife. He causes a pile of match sticks to form into shapes, but this freaks her out and she runs out of the house saying she can't handle this. The pile of matchsticks continues to grow and morph, making a recreation of the house we're in. Then I becomes animated, with little characters moving through it and building while the house continues to grow. Finally the house is complete, and the teacher's wife comes back in and loves the little match stick recreation.

Mushroom Forest
Clarity: 7/10
Importance:7/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

Sean, Jay and I enter the woods from the train trestle, coming from the army base side of the river. As soon as we arrive on the other side of the river, I notice huge mushroom trees. They are basicaly giant mushrooms, or trees with caps instead of leaves. Since it's pretty late in the fall, these giant mushrooms are all black and rotted, but they are still pretty impressive for their sheer size.

We come to a crossroads on the path we are following, and there are a bunch of green garbage dumpsters and electrical transformer casings. Inside the the dumpsters are huge crabs that feed of the the rotten vegetables thrown in there, and flourish all year long. I find it odd to have crabs in the middle of the forest in the winter, and wonder if they are good to eat. I get Sean to pull one out so we can look at it. I remember my uncle telling me he used to grow pot here, but there are too many people walking by to do that these days.

Chipped
Clarity: 7/10
Importance:8/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I have some family visiting, and I accompany them to the airport when they leave. I consider just dropping them off, but instead accompany them right through the gates right up unit they board the plane. Thinking there might be a faster way out of here, I go a little ways past the the boarding corridor and see a door that says "Pilots Only". Not wanting to intrude I turn around right away, but an airport employee spots me and tells me to freeze and calls security. He makes me show him my I.D. and tells me to wait until security arrives.

I think he was very full of himself for someone who talked tough then turned and ran. But I don't want to stick around to be treated like a criminal, and get out of there as quickly as possible. I regret having shown my ID, because now they know who I am. I exit the airport, and run across the parking lot into the street.

Somehow I end up in the middle of a large section of undeveloped land owned by the airport. It's all muddy as I make my way across it. Military men surround me and drag me into a little shack of a house where two airport security begin to interrogate me. One of them sticks me with a needle and injects me with something. I scream out that he has no right to do that, and he stammers something about it being a preventative vitamin shot. He doesn't sound like he knows what he's talking about, and I say "You don't sound very convinced of that". He partner tells me it was an RFID chip.

I'm livid about being chipped and storm out of there. Now that I'm tagged, they don't seem to concerned about letting me leave.

Oh that dream makes me mad just thinking about it. If it wasn't for all the army guys with guns around, I would have killed those two airport jerk offs. I do not want to be chipped ever!

Fragment: Church
Joel and I are going for a drive looking for a place to happen. We randomly come to a church and enter. The place is packed and I think it's one of those churches where people pass on the force by touch. As soon as we enter I see Manya and try to point her out to Joel, but he doesn't notice.

We try to find seats, Joel ahead of me, but I have a hard time keeping up. There are random chairs in the aisle, and as I try to pass them my foot gets caught. Joel takes a seat, and the only seat I can find is in the band section, composed of guitars and various wind instruments.


Fragment: Drunk Wedding
Gary and I have been out drinking, where Gary hooked up with this cute Asian girl, and in their drunken state, they got married. The next morning as we're sobering up, Gary's wife seems a little freaked. I give her a hug to comfort her, and not taking their marriage too seriously, begin to feel her up.

Our friends are making a mess of the house. Kate from the Drew Carrey show pours pickle juice into the coffee claiming it's a hangover cure, and spills both all over the floor. I find this disrespectful since we're in someone's grandmother's house.


Fragment: Threesome
Lisa suddenly give me a dirty look, the good kind, indicating she wants to please me. Then she gives the same look to the girl next to me, and I'm like WOW!


Fragment: School/Work
I'm at school, where my bedroom is located in the back, scoring a potential sanding job. At first it was to sand the halls, but then it shifts to sanding these art projects made out of parquet.

Work and school are interchangeable in my dreams.

The Crack Cabin
Clarity: 6/10
Importance:3/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I cut class and end up at a cabin in the woods inhabited by petty criminals. They inhabitants are into everything from stealing drugs to releasing clouds of poison gas in balloons shaped like Japanese cartoon animals. What gets these criminals busted is that they robbed a photo finishing place, took all the photos, and are calling the people who own them up and trying to sell them their own photographs.

The police show up and escort me outside so they can bust the criminals. There are two police officers, and two criminals inside with shotguns. The crooks and cops face off, the cops trying to get back inside and the crooks trying to shoot them, and trying to shoot me.

I try to stay against the outside of the cabin wall, away from any windows, but there are too many windows and small openings where the bad guys are pointing shot guns at me. I'm a little annoyed at the cops for dragging me into this situation, it's 2 vs 2 (I don't have a gun), and the odds of the police winning is only 50%. What's more, the criminals seem to be targeting only me.

No matter where I try to hide, the crooks get an angle on me with their shotguns. I get fed up with this and charge inside the cabin towards one of the criminals. I knock his shotgun aside, punch him in the face and grab his gun. Then I proceed to bash his head in with the butt end of the shotgun. Then I turn and blast the other one away.

Aquatic Uncles
Clarity: 6/10
Importance: 3/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

It's the final days of summer, I'm in a boat with my brother and my uncle Rick, and we pull up to the shore of a cabin. I grab a radio from the back of the boat but the batteries die, and I complain loudly how boring this is. My uncle not wanting us to be bored takes us back in the boat and we look for something more fun to do.

We pass the area where the crack cabin from the previous dream was located, and I begin to tell my brother about it. Then I see a scene where the crooks were supposed to have released the poison gas, only it wasn't them. It a much larger and more sinister organization, and the petty crooks who took the wrap for it are on the ground spasming from the poison gas.

We stop under the bridge spanning between Quebec and Ontario to look for some rapids. Unfortunately, the water levels are too low, and the rapids are pretty tame. So tame there are a bunch of small children playing in them. I inspect the area a little, and it would have been an awesome swimming spot if the water was higher, but now it just sucks.

I get my uncle to take us home, and we leave the boat and get into his truck. At the first stoplight we come to, I see my uncle Dennis waiting to cross the street in one of his many tye dyed tee-shirts. I get out and stand on the other side of the street, also wearing on of the tye dies he made.

Dennis and his friends cross the street, and they hand me something that looks like a shotgun. I stare through the barrel, and notice it's a little thick, and there are additional barrels branching off it at weird angles. It doesn't really seem like a real gun, when they tell me it's for shooting fireworks and ask if I want to try it. Awesome! Now that sound like fun!

I follow them back down to the marina where we pile into a boat. As we get onto some kind of highway for boats, I notice 30 foot waves around the bend of the bay. I try to tell the others, but we've started going really fast in the wrong direction. We're in the wrong lane, going dangerously fast with all the other boats coming straight at us.

Again I try to warn the others of the huge waves, but they don't hear me. Then up ahead I see a huge wall of water. The other boaters in front of the wave try to wave at us to stop, but we crash right into it like a ramp and fly through the air. The boat traffic beneath us is tightly packed and we just narrowly miss landing on another boat as we come down.

Again I see a wall of water ahead of us, and again the other boaters try to wave us off. But we hit the giant wave at incredible speeds and launch ourselves high into the air. This time we do land on another boat, crushing it's passengers, and bounce off into something akin to a gutterball lane.

We try to help the injured and we all walk back to the beginning of the water road at the marina. There is a crowd of people standing outside, and some hippie chick is asking people if they want a cinnamon Q-tip. I try one and it tastes pretty good. I ask her if she made them herself, and she looks embarrassed. Then I see a commercial for cinnamon Q-tips.