The Celestial Toyroom

[Celestial Toymaker]

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Welcome to my dream journal! I hope you enjoy your reading; please feel free to leave questions, comments or other feedback. It is very appreciated! I'll be starting back in early 2007 and filling in from there. Lucid dreams in bold. Frequent Dream Characters: AE: Ex-girlfriend, now one of my closest friends JA: Best friend JR: Close friend MA: Former roommate

[Celestial Toymaker]

2/10/2007 (A) #1: “Roulette at the Mall” I’m in a shopping mall, similar to a two-story version of the local mall. For the most part, the mall is normal, with two major exceptions: it is mostly empty, especially outside of the stores; and some of the stores are actually mini-casinos. For example, next to the Bath and Body Works, there is a “Black Jack store”, which looks like a regular store on the outside, but inside there are several blackjack tables and dealers. I’m not surprised by any of this, and take it as normal. I walk into a “roulette store”, which is set up like a small theatre, with downward sloping rows of theatre seats and an overhead projector and screen at the front. I take a seat near the back, and see that the dealer manning the projector/roulette wheel is KS, my property professor from law school. I think this is strange, but reason that, because it is the weekend, KS must be “moonlighting” at this mall/casino. As I sit, I notice that I am holding a playing card, and I suddenly know that this form of roulette is played using the cards. On the projection screen at the front of the room, a grid of numbers is projected. As KS reads off the winning numbers, he covers them with a small green disc. As other players react to the winning numbers, I begin to panic, trying to figure out if I’ve won or not. The numbers on the screen don’t seem to bear any resemblance to the card I am holding. I begin to make my way to the front of the room, trying to hurry before KS moves on to the next round. I think I call out for him to stop, because he gives me a dirty look, but stops the game. I am very self-conscious and embarrassed by my lack of knowledge of the game. At that moment, a player behind me begins to run his mouth. I turn around, immediately extremely angry and confrontational. I think the player was the character “Tug” from the movie “Brick”. He is criticizing me for holding up the game and my lack of knowledge. I respond angrily, and moments later, I find myself back out in the mall proper. I begin walking, and up ahead on the left is a blank wall between stores. A utility door opens, and out steps a girl who I am pretty sure was AE. She is wearing only a towel wrapped around her body, as though she had just finished showering. I follow about 10 feet behind her as she walks, and another guy falls into step a few feet behind her. He begins to talk to her in a mocking way, calling her an orca, despite her petiteness. Despite his insulting manner, AE responds to him flirtatiously, and I feel slightly jealous. Moments later we are in a utility stairwell, heading either up or down. The guy continues his insulting chatter, and AE continues to respond coquettishly. As we exit back into the mall, the guy peels off, and I catch up to AE. I tell her that I don’t think the other guy was right, and that she’s far from an orca. For some reason, this angers her, and she hurries away. I see a large glass-fronted arcade ahead. Like the rest of the mall, this arcade has a mixture of regular video games interspersed with slot machines. Sitting at one of the slot machines is AE’s mother. I enter the arcade and approach her. As we talk, something happens to make me think that the mall is closing. I can’t remember exactly what, but it may have been the lights being shut off. “Why the hell would they be closing already? Even if it’s a Sunday, this is too early!” I say to AE’s mom. “Well, it is 3:45 in the afternoon!” She says, as if this explains everything.

[Celestial Toymaker]

2/10/2007 (B) # 2: “Dancing” This dream was very fragmentary and was more a series of emotions than a narrative. It involved a girl from my law school class, who I used to be attracted to, named MB. Mostly I was attracted to her accent in real life. In the dream, we are apparently deeply in love and in sort of relationship. All I remember in terms of specific actions is one kiss, and a moment when we were at a dance of some kind. The dream was mostly a strong feeling of affection and love, coupled with a sense that it was mutual and we were both very happy.

[Celestial Toymaker]

2/11/2007 # 3: “Talking Music With Mick Foley” I’m backstage at a WWE show, talking to Mick Foley right before a match, behind the curtain. Foley is wearing his Mankind costume, and I am trying to convince him to go back to his original, dreary theme music, rather than his later theme. Foley is not receptive to my suggestions, and I got really angry after he headed to the ring.

[Celestial Toymaker]

2/15/2007 (A) # 4: “Royal Rumble 1” I am an entrant for the Royal Rumble and am very excited about it. Unlike in real life, the Rumble is actually a contest, and I am excited to try to win it. The Rumble is being held in what I think is my neighborhood, though almost all of the houses have been removed. The driveways, sidewalks and streets remain, but many of the houses have been removed, in the ring is sitting in the middle of it all. I am dressed in a pair of dress slacks, a dress shirt and tie, and am ready to go. I am thinking about what strategy I will use in the match, and have decided to be sneaky, possibly leave the ring and hide in the audience. I am also wishing I would have thought to bring rope, so I could try my “tie-self-to-ring-ropes” plan that I had discussed with Agan. As I’m preparing to go out, I realize that I probably look too much like Irwin R. Schyster with my shirt and tie, so I decide to go change. An anonymous DC tries to convince me not to bother, and he tells me that no one will remember IRS, anyway. However, I don’t want to steal Irwin’s gimmick, and I walk away to change into a blue sweat suit. When I get back to the staging area, I find out that my number for the Rumble has already been called, and that I can’t compete. I am very disappointed, because I really wanted to try out my strategy.

[Celestial Toymaker]

2/15/2007 (B) # 5: “Whacking Deadbeat JR” This may be a part of the first dream, but I honestly don’t remember. I am walking through a neighborhood and it is dusk. I see my roommate JR’s house up ahead, and remember that I am supposed to kill him. Reaching into my pocket, I discover a pistol. I walk up and knock on the front door, and JR lets me in. The house is laid out much like my grandparents’, and therefore the door opens directly in front of the stairs leading to the basement. I follow JR around the corner into the living room, and when he turns around I shoot him in the chest. He dies, and I leave. Later, I don’t know how long, but it’s daytime, I find myself back at JR’s house. Something is nagging me, and I decide to go back inside to see if I forgot any evidence. I walk in and JR is still dead on the floor. I see the spent casing laying on the floor next to him, and I pick it up. I stick the casing in my pants pocket, and for some reason walk downstairs to the basement. I walk down the basement stairs, and when I get to the bottom and around the corner, I hear a loud banging on the front door. Immediately, I know it’s the police, and a cold feeling of panic envelopes me. I peek around the corner, and I see that I somehow forgot to close the front door, so that all that is between me and the police is the unlocked screen door. As soon as I see them, the cops see me, and I know I am sunk. I decide to go up and try to bluff my way out of this, but I am doomed. I open the door and try to charm the cops, but they barge in and find JR’s body. They search me and find the bullet casing in my pocket. I’m arrested. Later, I know that I have been convicted and given the death penalty. I lose all self control and begin to sob and cry hysterically. My parents won’t talk to me and I lose all hope. For some reason, I am sentenced to spend the time before my execution in JR’s house.