Thread: The Celestial Toyroom

4/27/2007

#27: “High School Wrestling Show”

I am holding a study session for Civil Procedure. I originally planned to have it in my basement (of my parents’ house), but had to move it at the last minute to the gym at my old high school. The gym looks nothing like the RL gym.

I was trying to force myself to wake up earlier, but not having a lot of success. I asked a friend of mine to stop by my house in the morning to wake me. This still wasn’t effective, as I would tell him that I’m awake, and then fall back asleep as soon as he left.
I’m really worried that this will happen for the review session, and it does. I rush to get to the gym for the review session, and make it about an hour late. AE is there, and I felt bad because she had to drive all the way from her home town and wasn’t even in law school and I had kept her waiting. Other people are at the gym, including JR, JA, MA, Deadbeat J, and others I don’t recognize. My mom and my sister were there, also. We’re sitting on the bleachers trying to study, and I notice that in the center of the gym there is a wrestling ring set up, with the classic blue-bar cage on it. I remember that my high school is holding some kind of end of the year event, like Field Day, but it’s for the law school.

AE is sitting higher up on the bleachers with my mom and sis, going over baby pictures or something. I am sitting with the guys, and we eventually go out and stand on the far side of the ring. A match is going on, and we’re all getting into it. I feel bad, because AE had driven all this way to study, but I couldn’t ignore the show right in front of me. I walked over and apologized, and she said it was ok.
We’re all standing around the ring, and I’m standing near F and T. I’m trying to find JA, because I wanted to ask his opinion on the match, but I couldn’t.

All of a sudden, JL slides in the ring, not with a chair, but with a big empty cereal box, and hits one of the wrestlers. He runs out again, and the crowd cheers. The wrestlers pretend that it is part of the show, and continue the match.

“Hey JL,” I say to him. “Best. Run-in. Ever.”

The next match is Undertaker vs. 911, and I’m really excited now. I still feel guilty about not studying, however. But I rationalize it because it’s ‘Taker and I have to watch the match, especially since it’s in my high school’s gym. I again look for JA, but can’t find him.
JL does another run-in with his cereal box, and then goes over and sits in this hole in the wall on the other side of the ring. I talk to T a little, telling him that there’s a guy in law school who looks just like him (not true in RL).

“Must be the best school in the world, if my look-alike’s there.” He says as a joke, and I agree.

As we’re watching the match, the dream transitions, so I’m now watching it on TV instead of live. I remember that this is a recap show. Undertaker gets clotheslined out of the ring, and 911 follows but lands directly on his head, breaking his neck. I realize that I am watching a documentary about this jobber’s career and how it ended. The picture changed to show 911 being stretchered out. Suddenly, Viscera and another huge black wrestler came running out in bright pink ring attire. They started stalling with ‘Taker in the ring. Then the “documentary” shows a clip of Vis’ and the other guy being interviewed, talking about how it was their opportunity and they took it.

4/30/2007

#28: “An Evening With JR”

I am a houseguest at Jim Ross’s house the night before a pay-per-view. It appears that J.R. stores the ring and all the other equipment at his house, because he was working on loading the ring, etc. while I was there.

J.R. seems somewhat annoyed that I’m there, and I keep trying to be helpful, asking if there is anything I can do to help, but to no avail. I’m feeling very self-conscious during most of the dream. Not only can I sense I am in the way somewhat, I also am trying to think of things to talk to J.R. about other than wrestling, since I’m sure he gets tired of that topic after awhile!

My self-consciousness only increases when I realize that I’m not wearing any clothes. I wrap a sheet around myself, but I still feel extremely embarrassed. While talking to J.R., I bring up one of my favorite matches, ‘Taker v. Jeff Hardy for the title. J.R. is pretty dismissive of the match, saying that there wasn’t even a long-term feud associated with it or anything. I am disappointed and angry, thinking he should respect the match more.

5/2/2007

#29: “After-Hours Shoplifting”

I am wandering around a large department store, possibly JC Penney’s at my local mall, except this store has literally everything, including DVDs, CDs, electronics, etc. I am shopping alone, near closing time, and I decide to hide and stay in the store overnight so I would be able to have my pick of all the DVDs.

I hide in the toy aisle, in a back corner of the store. I prepare to wait for the employees to close, and grow worried that I’ll be found and arrested. Finally, after the store has closed and the lights are out, I decide to give up. I walk up to an employee and pretend to be disoriented, asking “Oh, is it time for the store to close?” The employee nods, and leads me to a backroom conference area, with a large table.

I enter the room and am not surprised to see JA sitting at the table. He, like me, is wearing a large, bulky winter coat. The employee leaves, and I sit down across the table from JA, my back to the door. We chat, and I reach into my pocket and discover a large baggie full of marijuana. Curious, I pull it out and show JA, who seems uninterested. We agree that our pothead friend P must have given it to me at some point. Because the baggie is so bulky, I don’t return it to my pocket, but set it on the table in front of me.

JA and I continue to talk for awhile, when I notice that he has stopped talking and is looking behind me. I turn and see a store security guard/official-looking guy standing behind me, staring at me. At first, I’m confused about what he’s staring at, until he reaches over my shoulder and picks up the large bag of marijuana.

“What the hell is this?” he asks angrily. I say I don’t know, and he turns and walks out the door, saying that he is going to call the police. JA is nervous, and I’m slightly nervous. I call out to the guy and try to talk him out of calling the police, first by being nice and polite. He refuses to budge, saying he has no choice.

Next, I try to use lawyer-speak on him, with similar results. He leaves to call the police, and I begin to panic. The man comes back, and I tell him there is no proof it’s mine, etc. He seems unimpressed, and turns to go. I am panicking full out now. I know that the large baggie would probably qualify me for possession with intent to distribute, and I’m sure I’ll get kicked out of law school, and maybe even sent to prison.

5/7/2007

# 30: “God of Camp”

(There was a lot going on in this dream, but I barely remembered any of it when I awoke.)

I’m at my old Boy Scout summer camp. I somehow knew that, at certain times of the day, I would be able to affect the physical world with my thoughts.

5/11/2007 (A)

#31: “The Bodies”

(I had two long, vivid dreams tonight: one a nightmare, one a fairly happy dream. I had the first dream about 6 hours after falling asleep, and woke up on my own, which allowed me to record it. I fell asleep almost immediately after, and had the second dream a few hours later, shortly before I woke up. Like other dreams I’ve had, this one was characterized by a feeling that what I was experiencing was some kind of movie. Although I didn’t feel like I was a part of a movie, I kept thinking of what was happening as if it were a movie I had heard of. I remember remarking to my friend in the canoe that this “movie” we were experiencing had received an “R” rating because of the realistic portrayal of the bodies. This added to my fear of looking at the bodies, and whenever I was in the room with them I would try to avoid looking at them. The “rating” of this movie was on my mind throughout, and added to my unease. This was easily the scariest dream I’ve had in a long time, and the first “nightmare” I’ve recorded. )

I’m at the law school, on a very important day. My dad has just dropped me off, and I join a large crowd of people milling around in the auditorium. I begin searching for a phone, but can’t find one. Turning around, I see my dad towering over the crowd a few yards behind me. The crowd I am a part of is filing out of the double doors. I wade through the crowd to meet up with my dad.

“Yeah, they don’t get cell phone reception in here. That’s pretty dumb, isn’t it?” I ask, and he nods.

We finally make it out of the auditorium, and I lead my dad to another room. When we get there, we’re able to make the phone call I had been trying to make earlier. Once the phone call is finished, my dad and I go out the front door of the law school, which looks nothing like its RL counterpart. In the dream, the school is a nondescript office-type building which seems to be located across the street from my apartment building.

A group of people is standing across the street, in front of my apartment building. I sense something is going to happen to these people, and sure enough, a car careens around the corner and plows into the group of people. My dad, myself, and others run across the street to the scene of the accident. We find three people on the ground: a middle-aged woman, a young girl, and a man. The man is already dead, and the other two are seriously injured and near death. I recognized the injured and dead people, but can no longer remember who they were.

Nearby, my wife (not married in RL) sits on a lawn chair, looking angry about the situation. I decide that I need to help the people who are hurt, and I kneel next to the kid. I see a guy with a crew-cut, kneeling over the woman, calling 911 on his phone. I pull out my phone and try calling also, but I can’t get any reception. The crew-cut guy puts his thumb on my arm, and I look at him.

“I just talked to them man, they’re not coming,” he says, shaking his head. I assume he is talking about the ambulance.

“What the fuck do you mean they’re not coming?” I ask.

“I don’t know, they said they were too busy,” he says, shrugging. Angry, I pull out my phone and try again, this time only getting a busy signal. I am getting worried and slightly panicking, because I knew that the people needed an ambulance, and no ambulance was coming.

My dad runs up, and we begin performing CPR on the injured. He had gone to grab his portable difibulator from the trunk of his car, and he uses it on the injured. I am growing more and more panicking about the lack of an ambulance. A crowd has gathered, and it seems as though half the city is standing around watching, but no one offers any help.

Eventually, all three people die. At that moment, I’m no longer on the street. I’m back in my apartment, but all three dead bodies are also in my apartment with me. This apartment looked nothing like my real apartment. The bodies were in a back bedroom, lined up on a row on the bed. I was thinking that I was just storing them for a few minutes until the police arrived, but they never did. I repeatedly called the police and the hospital, but I could never get through or convince them to come over and pick up the bodies.

At this point, I am seriously frightened. The bodies are slowly decomposing, and they look horrible, all the more so because they look “realistic”. I had just witnessed these people’s deaths, and now they were rotting in my apartment and no one official would come and get them.

After trying unsuccessfully to get rid of the bodies, I decide to leave the apartment, and go across the street to a large, fancy hotel. I’m hoping to find someone there who will help me. When I arrive, I take the elevator up, and get off on a floor. Walking up the hallway towards me, I see the same man with the crew-cut who had helped treat the injured people earlier.

I stop him and explain the situation. I tell him that the three people who died are now in my apartment, and that I can’t get anyone to come and pick them up. I tell the guy how scared I am, and ask if he can help. He walks away, pulls out his phone, and makes a call. He returns after a hushed conversation.

“I just spoke to some friends of mine who are a part of the 3rd Infantry Body Disposal Group,” he says. “I told them what’s going on and they’re on the way. They’ll know what to do.”

I’m elated, and decide to get in my canoe and paddle up and down the nearby river while I’m waiting. Another guy, who is someone I know but can no longer remember, comes with me. We paddle up the river, and as we’re going under a bridge, my companion begins to talk about the bodies in my apartment. I repeatedly ask him not to talk about it, because the subject just freaks me out and scares the hell out of me.

“We have to talk about it,” he says in a surprised tone of voice. “What the hell else are we going to talk about?” He continues to talk about the bodies, no speculating about who they are and what they probably look like now after sitting in my apartment all day.

“Seriously, just shut the fuck up about it, I can’t talk about it!” I say. We turn a corner on the river, and up ahead is a large area of rapids. We’re heading right for the rapids, and I’m pretty scared.

As we hit the whitewater, my friend and I are both tossed overboard. My friend manages to grab the canoe, which is being carried off by the current, but I can’t catch up and am stranded in the water. Just then, a one-man canoe/kayak draws alongside me. The occupant is another person who had been with me throughout the ordeal. I think it was Walter from “The Big Lebowski”.

He pulled his boat alongside ours and jumped into the back seat, where I had been sitting. He and my other friend then rowed over and pulled me out of the water into the middle seat.

5/11/2007 (B)

# 32: “Capture the Flag With Paris Hilton”

The law school is holding a huge game of Capture the Flag, combined with a scavenger hunt. Several people I know, both personally and famous, are participating. As part of the event, all of the participants are supposed to form four-person teams. My team consists of myself, Paris Hilton, my cousin M, and Mick Foley. I am surprised that Paris Hilton is on my team, and I think how strange it is that a celebrity like her would chose to go to the University of Iowa for college.

The four of us are meeting in a super large bathroom, very similar to the men’s bathroom located outside of the main gym at my high school. We are discussing our strategy for the upcoming event, and I am doing my best to flirt with Paris, who is flirting back. I’m excited when she gives me her number. At one point I am sitting against the wall, and she is leaning against me, with my arms around her. I am thinking how cool it is that I might get a chance to date or fuck Paris Hilton, but then my friends (who I am suddenly discussing the situation with) are not as impressed, telling me that she’s probably screwing half the guys on campus anyway. Despite this, I am somewhat excited about the situation.

However, Paris and I do clash a bit on the issue of who will be the captain of our team. I think I am most qualified, and Foley agrees. My cousin, however, sides with Paris, and is beginning to act like a Paris-clone. We eventually work it out, and head outside to begin the game.

The game area appears to be similar to a ski area (without snow). The play area is laid out on a very long, steep hill, which is broken up into wide lanes by stands of trees. Because I am concerned about looking good in front of Paris, I decide to station myself at the top of our hill, and make sure that no one from an opposing team will be able to get up the hill with our flag.

Below me, trying to stay near the trees, I see O, a guy I knew from Boy Scouts years earlier. He is running up the hill with our flag in his hands, and he hasn’t seen me yet. With Paris and my cousin looking on (with identical oversized pairs of sunglasses), I run full-speed down the hill towards O and dive, spearing him right in the chest and carrying him back down the hill several yards. He is really irate, and throws a fit, storming off the field, saying that he quits.

After the game, I am hanging out with Paris in her dorm room. She is sitting in front of me on the floor, while I am above her on the bed, massaging her shoulders. As we’re talking, I notice that I’m not wearing any pants. Trying not to be noticed, I reach over to my gym bag, and pull out my orange shorts. We continue talking, and I’m hoping to get on her, but it doesn’t happen.

Later that night, I return to my dorm (not where I live in RL). It reminds me of Mayflower, but the halls are very narrow and I have the impression of being very high off the ground, like in a high-rise. I get off the elevator on my floor, and am heading to my room. I run into J, who is dressed in gym shorts and a basketball jersey. He is carrying a basketball and an empty gym bag. I ask J where he is going, and he drops the basketball and bag, and “Hulks Up”.

“I’m going to go get interviewed on the radio! Yeah!” he exclaims. I laugh, and remind him that he’s dropped his ball and bag. He picks them up, and I ask what’s in the bag.

“Nothing, I just pulled it out of my laptop bag,” he says. “It’s just for show.” He walks by me and heads towards the elevator, leaving the bag on the ground.

I continue on down the hallways, and run into MA, my roommate in RL and in the dream. MA is just walking out of our room, and he stops me excitedly.

“Hey, guess what? I lasted ten whole minutes in the Royal Rumble tonight!” He exclaims.

“How’d you manage to do that,” I ask, not thinking anything is strange about Asay being in the match, but finding ten minutes to be a very long time for an amateur.

“The floating technique,” he states matter-of-factly, in typical MA fashion.

“Oh yeah,” I ask, amused.

“Yeah, the floating technique, just like Inoki,” he nods. “None of that shadowboxing shit like Steve Blackman.”

MA leaves, and I walk into our apartment. For some reason, I accidentally go into MA’s room instead of my own. When I realize my mistake, I go into my own room, get into bed, and fall asleep…this is about when I woke up in RL.

5/19/2007

# 35: “Family Reunion and a Trip to the Maximum Security Laundromat”

There has been some kind of catastrophe, a natural disaster or something. I am in a minivan-type vehicle, and we are fleeing the disaster. In the mini-van with me are my parents, my grandparents, and three young African-American kids who I don’t recognize.
We leave town, and drive out into the country. I remember that we are heading for a family reunion of some kind. We arrive at a large house out in the country.

After we arrive, we are stopped at the gate, and we sign in on a clip board. The front of the house looks like it is a single story house, but the land drops away behind it, and it is at least two stories high. The basement of this house is a large parking area. We drive towards a downward sloping ramp on the right side of the house, and follow it down into the basement, where we park.

We get out of the van and walk upstairs to the main level. As we walk, my mom and I discuss the unusual garage.

“See, I want to have a garage like this,” I say. “How about you?”

“Yeah, it’s a good idea,” she replies. “Someday we’ll have a garage likes this.”

We emerge on the main floor of the house, and see several people standing around, talking. I wander away from my group, and walk down a long hallway to a back bedroom. In the bedroom is a large king-sized bed, with several people wrestling on it. Apparently, the house is holding a Royal Rumble-type event. However, because it is just a bed, there are no ropes or anything, so the participants have to pretend that there are ropes. Eliminations are judgment calls made by the participants, similar to a tennis match.

I join in the match briefly, but don’t stay long. I slide under the imaginary bottom rope, so as not to be eliminated. I decide that I will return later once the field has thinned out. I walk back out into the main area of the house, and I see that my aunt and her husband have arrived. They are greeting my parents, and I slip out the door because I don’t want to talk to them. I walk around the house a bit, and then go back inside. I walk back down the hall and rejoin the match, which is down to a few people.

The next participant enters, and it is The Mountie, who is managing another wrestler who is dressed just like he is. I slide back out of the “ring”, sneak up to The Mountie, and steal his cattle prod. I then shock him with it repeatedly. Before anyone can attack me, I run out of the room again.

I go back outside of the house, and run into a little kid, about 7 years old. He points to the cattle prod that I am still holding it.

“Can I have that,” he asks, reaching for the cattle prod.

“Well, this doesn’t really belong to me,” I explain. “It belongs to someone else, and I have to return it soon.”

“I know, it’s my older brother’s, he’s The Mountie, and he never lets me hold it. I just want to hold it for a second,” he says.

For some reason, I feel a great deal of pity for the little kid, and I introduce myself. He introduces himself back, and I tell him he can have the cattle prod, but to make sure to give it back to his brother. The kid’s face lights up, and he runs off happily.

I walk beside in the house, and once again go to the back bedroom. Almost everyone has been eliminated, so I decide to re-enter the match. By this point only one guy is left, who I think I recognize as JW, a guy AE dated briefly after we broke up. AE is now standing on the other side of the bed, next to The Undertaker.

JW and I wrestle for awhile. I toss him out of the “ring” several times, and he disputes the height of the toss, claiming that I didn’t get him over the imaginary top rope. He is being very whiny, and I’m getting angry. Finally, I put him into a Boston Crab, and slingshot him off the bed and “over” the rope. He lands on his head, but doesn’t seem too badly hurt. His elimination means I have won the match.

AE tells me she has to run to the Laundromat to pick up her laundry. ‘Taker and I tell her we’ll go with her, and we begin driving, arriving at the “Laundromat” shortly thereafter.

We walk inside, and see a long stone hallway, with a security guard standing in the middle. He greets us and hands AE and I a canvas bag for our laundry. The guard is acting very official, as if we are in a high security area. The guard leads us to a hallway running perpendicular to the main corridor. This hallway is lined with washers and dryers jutting out of the stone walls.

We arrive at AE’s machine, and she begins to fold her clothes. I suddenly remember that security at this Laundromat is very tight, and that you must show your ID to retrieve your clothes. I also remember that AE’s clothes were checked in under her parents’ names.

“Well, I’ll just need to see your ID, as you’re Chris Candido,” the guard says to AE, which is not her parents’ name. AE rummages through her purse, looking for her ID. She can’t find it.

“You were here last week, and I called your parents to confirm that it was OK for you to pick up their laundry,” the guard says. “So as long as you’ve got something that shows that you are their daughter, I’ll let it slide this time.”

AE is getting flustered, and can’t seem to find her ID. Looking over her shoulder, I see several items in her purse that she could use to prove her identity, but for some reason she chooses not to use them.

While all of this is going on, The Undertaker is sitting quietly on a picnic table near us, looking bored. Finally, I reach over AE’s shoulder and point to her Driver’s License.

“AE, just use that,” I say. “That’ll show that your last name is E, that’ll work.”

“No, it won’t!” she snaps, and the guard agrees with her.

Finally, she gives up, and the guard says apologetically “sorry, you’re going to have to load up and leave.”

AE grumpily puts the clothes back in the dryer as the guard stands nearby, looking important.

“Go ahead,” he says. “Call me any name you want, I’ve heard ‘em all before!”

AE stands up and calls the guard either a “bastizder” or a “bastinator”. She then grabs her purse in a huff and walks out of the building, with myself, The Undertaker and the guard following close behind.

5/29/2007 (A)

# 36: “High School Epic”

(Like several other dreams I’ve had, I felt as though I was “experiencing” a movie at several points during this dream. The best way to describe it is that I felt as though I was cycling through various characters in a movie that I was watching, as if a new technology allowed the viewer to experience the movie through the characters’ eyes. However, this perspective was not consistent, and at times I would completely forget that I was only “watching” a movie. The movie I thought I was in was a late 50’s-style horror flick starring Marlon Brando as an escaped mental patient/killer.)

I’m walking to school, which sits on the far side of an incredibly wide river. To get to the school, the students have to cross this river using a long, narrow bridge that only spanned about 3/4 of the river. After that, it was necessary to jump down to a small floating dock and then board a ferry to get the rest of the way across. The bridge was extremely crowded with students.

I am walking with AE when we run into a few hot girls that I recognize from high school. The bridge is backed-up, so we end up waiting together.

“Oh Celestial Toymaker,” one of the hotties says. “Can we walk with you? That way we won’t get trampled and no one will mess with us because we’re with a big guy like you.”

I say sure, but although I’m flattered, I’m also worried that AE might be mad at me or jealous. She doesn’t seem to mind, and we continue walking. As we walk, more girls I know join us.

We arrive at the point where we have to jump across to the dock where the ferry is. I ask the girls if they want help getting across to the dock, and they say sure. As we’re waiting to jump across, I see two old women in front of us, preparing to jump. They are holding hands, and I instantly know that one of them is going to fall in the water and pull the other in with her. Before I can stop them, they jump, and my prediction comes true.

I quickly jump over to the dock to help, but by the time I get there the women have already pulled themselves out of the river. I help the girls in my group jump across until we are all over, and we settle in to wait for the ferry. I look over and see AK, a girl from high school. She sees me and smiles, and I walk over to talk to her.

“I will never laugh harder in my life than I did on that time on our high school trip when you just sat down in the middle of the road,” she says before I can say anything. I have no idea what she is talking about (in RL), but let it pass.

“Yeah, that was a fun trip, I guess I was just fed up with everything that day,” I say, laughing.

“I’m heading over for Appellate Advocacy,” she tells me, pointing over to the school. “My wife has told me it’s a really tough class, but I’m kind of looking forward to it.”

I’m confused when she mentions her wife, but decide that she must have become a lesbian, and that it would be rude to ask.

“So you’re in law school now,” I ask. “Me too.”

“No, I’m just taking Appellate Advocacy.” AK answers. “Just for fun, you know, on the side.”

“Oh yeah, I’m going to be taking that too.” I say.

We eventually make it over the river, and I leave AE and the girls behind and head to class. It’s Criminal Law, but the room is nothing like the RL classroom. In the center of the front of the room, a large arcade game stands, the screen facing the class. The game doubled as an internet computer.

Prof. T tells us to “amuse ourselves”, and leaves the room. I walk up to the arcade game, and log onto the internet. For some reason, I go to a pornographic website, before switching on the arcade game. I play for a little bit, but notice that the sound has been turned on and is very loud. I think this is strange, because the sound has always been turned off. I am self-conscious about the volume, especially after T re-enters the room. Because it looks like he is ready to start class, I turn the game off and return to my seat.

Class resumes, and I am taking notes. After a few minutes, I look up and to my horror discover that I had forgotten to turn off the machine…and that the naughty website I went to is now displayed prominently to the entire class. I can’t tell if anyone has noticed or not, so I decide to try and make myself seem less culpable by pointing it out to T.

“Prof. T,” I said, raising my hand. “There’s a website on the screen that I didn’t go to, it must have popped up. But you should probably turn it off, because I’m really not in the mood to see that today!”

The class laughs, and I think I’ve gotten away with it. However, I spend the rest of the time in class feeling very embarrassed and paranoid.

The dream transitions. I am now observing the action from the outside. It is night, and I am watching a guy driving in a cheap convertible, like a Chevy Cavalier, through a residential area. The guy sees a man standing on the side of the road, and pulls over. It is Marlon Brando, who I know is playing the killer in this “movie”. Brando attacks, and the man tries to fight him off. He breaks away and jumps in the car, but it won’t start. Brando jumps through the open roof and once again struggles with the guy. They fall out of the car and the guy tries to escape, but he is stabbed by Brando.

Suddenly, I am part of the action as a character, and I run to the convertible and get in. I look behind me, and can see Brando running towards the car. The keys aren’t in the ignition and I begin to panic, but then I check again and they are there. I start the car and screech away from the curb. I’m worried, however, because I think that Brando might have been able to jump in the back of the car. I remember that I am in a “movie”, so I’m pretty sure that he is in the car.

It is now morning, and I head for school. Before I get there, I stop at an ice cream parlor, and get a chocolate Reese’s Pieces milkshake. I then drive to the schools, which looks like a typical California high school: huge, sprawling campus, football stadium, etc.

I park the convertible and open the trunk. Inside are two cases of liquor, which I decide to take in the school. I notice a two-wheel cart nearby, and use it to take the liquor into the locker room. I run into the football coach, and he doesn’t seem to mind that I am bringing liquor into the school. I realize that I must be on the football team, and therefore immune to getting into trouble.

“Hey coach, look what I brought for you.” I say, indicating the liquor. He laughs, and steers me towards his office.

“Well, you better put that in my office before anyone sees it,” he says. “And maybe you’d like to join the other coaches and me for lunch, and we’ll sample a little of this.”

I laugh, and agree. We go into the office, which is actually a large main room, with several doors leading to the individual offices. In the center of the room are two large conference-type tables, where two incredibly hot girls are sitting, sorting money. At the other table are less spectacular looking girls also doing work. One of the hotties complains to the other that it sucks that now anyone can get on the Homecoming committee, instead of just the popular people.

I see a fridge in the corner, and put the liquor and my milkshake away in the freezer. In the freezer is an identical shake to mine, and I’m worried that I will mix them up. I put mine on the opposite side of the freezer, but almost immediately forget which is which. I then open the liquor boxes to put the booze away, but the boxes are now filled with leftovers in Tupperware. Shrugging, I start to stack the leftovers in the fridge, but I almost can’t make them all fit, as the fridge is full of the Homecoming cold-cut trays.

5/29/2007 (B)

# 37: “Campaigning for the Deadman”

Mark Callaway (The Undertaker) is running for political office, possibly governor. His campaign has contacted me, because I am a fan and because I have a political background. They want me to host a “meet-and-greet” type event for ‘Taker at my house.

I agree, and invite who I would normally invite to such an event (in RL I have never done this, and did not recognize any of the people I invited in the dream). I am extremely busy with school stuff, and have actually forgotten about the event entirely until the day it was scheduled for. I was therefore fairly apprehensive, since I normally like to “do my homework” prior to hosting such an event. I am worried that I do not know who the opponent is, what the issues are, what his positions are, etc.

Therefore, while we are setting up my parents’ house for the event, I am constantly sneaking into the kitchen, where I have my laptop set up. I am trying to quickly do basic research on the campaign on Wikipedia. I think the opponent’s name is John Bolehn, but can’t seem to get the spelling right when searching for information. All of my searches come back with zero results.
It is almost time for the event to start, and I still haven’t found the information I’m looking for. Then the door rings and it’s Undertaker and his advisors. ‘Taker looks like he did in 1990: reddish mullet, pale skin. He is dressed normally though, and seems to be totally out of character. I don’t have a chance to talk extensively with him, but he seems to be as unprepared as I am. This only makes me more nervous.

The voters arrived, and take their places in the living room, which is slightly larger than in RL. ‘Taker and I are sitting behind a table facing them, our backs to the kitchen. He is very quiet, and I am at a loss for what to say. I stammer through an introduction and try to stall, waiting for ‘Taker to begin talking. Finally, I stand up and mention checking on food. I then leave the room for the kitchen, hoping that he will begin to talk to the people while I’m gone.

While in the kitchen, I try again to search for info on the campaign, but again am unsuccessful. I can faintly hear what is going on in the living room, and I feel guilty. I feel that I should be in there moderating the discussion.

I decide to listen carefully to what is being said. I can hear ‘Taker speaking now, but he is doing a terrible job, mangling his positions and speaking haltingly. I decide that I need to go out and do my best to protect the candidate from himself. I grab a tray of food, and walk out of the kitchen and into the living room.

All of the guests have left, save for one trashy-looking white couple, and ‘Taker. The trashy people are sitting on the couch across from ‘Taker, and they look somewhat upset. ‘Taker also looks angry. I ask where everyone went in a host-type voice.

“They left.” The Undertaker says quietly, and I can tell that he is angry with me for leaving the room.

“Oh, well that’s too bad,” I say brightly. “How about you folks? Are you going to vote for Mr. Callaway here?”

“Well, I gotta say,” the man begins in a hillbilly accent. “I can’t bring myself to vote for a man with his position on guns.”

His fat wife is nodding emphatically as he speaks, and I feel like I need to fix this. I jump into lawyer-speak, trying to sell the people on The Undertaker.

“Let me tell you folks,” I begin. “I’ve known this man for a lot of years, and believe me, he is the man you want for this job.”

I continue with my bullshit, but I can tell that I’m losing them. I feel a need to impress ‘Taker with my vocal skills. Apparently it was ineffective, because the people were getting up to leave as the dream faded. I don’t know if ‘Taker Tombstoned me for my incompetence, but I hope not.

6/5/2007 (A)

# 38: “Double Crossed By Kennedy…Kennedy”

I’m with a group of friends, including Ken Kennedy (I can’t remember who the others were). We decide to stage a robbery at a local business. This business seemed to be a restaurant/sports complex. Part of the interior was Kimberly Pines Skate Center. It was extremely large inside, with two levels, although the roof was much higher than the second level. The inside of this business had astro-turf all over, and I think it may have been the sports dome on Brady Street.

In preparation for the robbery, my friends and I hang out at this place, and even rehearse with toy guns and stuff. It’s obvious what we are doing, and the owner and even the cops know, but we’re not worried. I assumed we were going to do it in a non-violent way.

The plan is to storm into the place and scare everyone into giving up the money. We are at the place the night before we are going to do the robbery, and our leader (not Kennedy) gives us a pep talk. I go home and get ready for the robbery.

I get dressed in black cargo pants and a black shirt before the robbery. I am nervous, but excited. I meet my friends at the business, and we move into position, spreading out around the interior. As before, it is blatantly obvious what we are doing, but the owner doesn’t call the cops or anything. I am stationed in one corner of the large structure, slightly hidden by shadows.

I see a group of guys walk in the front door, armed with rifles. I’m not sure if they are a part of my group or not, but I begin to get seriously worried that the plan is going down the drain. I see the signal, and we begin the robbery. Kennedy was supposed to bring me an M-16 prior to the robbery, but he’s late.

Since I’m so far away from the door, I assume that Kennedy has just forgotten about me. I see him in the group of armed men who had come in the front door, and assume that they are my partners. I wave to Kennedy, and he heads over to where I am standing after conferring with the leader of the group. I can see that he is holding a rifle, and I assume he is bringing it to me as planned. As he get’s closer, however, I see that he has only one gun.

I’m confused, and am trying to decide if he is going to give me his gun, or if I was supposed to bring one of my own. As I’m trying to figure it out, I suddenly get really scared, realizing what is happening. At that moment, Kennedy shoulders his rifle, aims at me, and begins to fire. I know that I’ve been double-crossed, and I start running away.

I see a .22 rifle on the ground in front of me, and I pick it up and fire back at Kennedy, who is fairly close. I hit him in the face with my shots, but they are only pellets from a pellet gun, and it doesn’t stop him.

I manage to escape by running up to the second level of this huge structure. Around me, I hear screams and see that my “friends” are shooting most of the people in the place. The robbery has turned into a bloodbath. Even though I’m practically a victim, I’m worried because the cops knew we were planning this earlier, and they know I was involved. I knew that, legally, I’d be held responsible for the murders.

I am trying desperately to escape the building, and to avoid the robbers and the cops, who are roaming around the structure in teams. A firefight breaks out between the robbers and the cops, who are shooting anyone wearing black, including me.

Shortly thereafter, I realize that all of the robbers have been killed, and that I am the only one left. I begin to plot, thinking that maybe I can steal a dead cop’s uniform or something to sneak out. Then I think that maybe I can bluff my way out by pretending to be an innocent civilian. Really though, I know I am screwed, and a horrible sense of hopelessness and dread washes over me. I know that I will either be shot by the cops or put away for murder.

6/5/2007 (B)

# 39: “JA and the Suicidal Gesture”

I am in the car, riding around with my mom and my sister, who is driving. I’m not sure where we are going, but I know that I have a weekly scheduled meeting with JA coming up. I tell my sister that she can drop me off at Agan’s house, and she drives in that direction.

We arrive at JA house (which is nothing like his house in RL). The house is at the top of a fairly steep, lightly wooded hill, with a gravel road curving up the front of the hill. This road has several sharp switchbacks. The house itself is little more than a two-room shack. We pull up to the house, and I get out and knock on the door. There is no answer, and I get angry, because this meeting (whatever it was for) has been scheduled for awhile. I try the doorknob and it turns, so I walk in. The interior of the house is just as unimpressive as the exterior. I call out, but get no answer. I then hear the sound of a car driving on gravel outside the house, and figure that Agan must be home.

I walk out onto the front porch, and see that my mom and sister are standing near their car. The approaching vehicle is CA, JA’s dad, driving his truck. He gets out of the truck, and I walk over to him.

“Hey Mr. A,” I say. “Do you know where JA is? He and I had that thing scheduled for today, but he’s not here. Will he be home soon?”

“Well, that’s kind of a long story,” CA answers. “Why don’t you all come inside.”

My mom and sister follow us into the house, and they make the typical comments about what a lovely home it is. We move into the kitchen area, and CA is telling us that JA went to the store to get a prop gun for the movie we had been working on. (I think the movie in question is actually the robbery dream above.) JA purchased an air-powered pellet gun, which is still laying out in the driveway. CA says that he caught JA sitting in his car, putting the gun to his head and pulling the trigger.

We’re kind of freaked out by this, and are really surprised that CA doesn’t have any idea where JA is after that sort of behavior. My mom and sister seem concerned that JA might have killed himself, but I’m more upset that he is holding me up.

6/16/2007 (A)

# 40: “Antique DNA Road Show with Jim Ross”

(There was much more to this dream in terms of detail and story, but I lost most of it before I could record. The day before I had this dream, I was looking at a ridiculous website online that was a bad attempt by a Christian group to parody Mad Magazine and “The Simpsons”. I think it was called “GLAD Magazine”. Elements of that definitely crept into this dream…)

I’m looking at a website that has a comic which I interpret as a “parody” of bondage porn, drawn in the style of the magazine mentioned above. As I was looking at this website, I thought to myself “Hey, this is from the past, this is weird.” I was down in my parent’s basement at the time, underneath the stairs. I knew that I had to tell someone about this “artifact” I had found, so I went and wrote down what I had seen in a book.

After that, I went outside and began walking around. My parents’ house was not located where it is in RL; it was now a street over on E Street, right across from my old grade school.

I’m walking through the neighborhood, and I hear a voice call out to me. I keep walking and the voice calls again. I realize that the voice belongs to Jim Ross, and I turn to see him coming towards me, wearing white shorts, a white dress shirt, and sandals.

Ross has somehow read what I wrote down about the website earlier, and seems very interested. “So, you think you got a time thing going on, huh?” he asks, and I nod. “Well, you better show it to me.”

By this time it is night, and I take him back to my house. We go down into the laundry room in the basement, and I show him the website. As he is reading it, I ask him what he thinks. He doesn’t really answer, so I decide to leave him alone to read. I walk back out into the main room, and when I return to the laundry room, Ross has left. I figure that he got bored and went home.

Then Ross reappears with my mom, who is wearing a robe. She seems totally nonplussed that a celebrity is in our basement at night and that she is wearing a robe. She walks over to the alcove where I had been before, and rummages around in the pile of stuff, eventually holding up the base for a blender that is wrapped in bubble-wrap.

“Yeah, see this is really old, and I have no idea where it came from.” She says, holding the blender out towards Ross.

“Yeah, that’s really well-preserved, let me take a look at that,” he says, and reaches for the blender. He examines it briefly, then looks up at my mom and I.

“Well, I’ll tell you this: this could be from the past…I think Celestial Toymaker could be from the past, too.” Ross says, and my mom laughs. “Well CT’s mom, what do you know about DNA? I’ve looked at your granddaughter’s DNA, and I’ve looked at your daughter’s, too.”

“Oh, really?” My mom asks. “Have you seen Celestial Toymaker’s?”

“Well, I like Celestial Toymaker,” Ross answers. “He’s a little reserved for me, but I like him. You call him up, and he’ll be good to go but five minutes later he won’t. I mean, you look at the DNA, and it’s like it’s been this way for millions of years, but Celestial Toymaker, his will change in just five hours. So he could very well be from the past along with this blender.”

My mom answered with something, and Ross continued to talk about me and my “past DNA”, but I can’t remember the details.

6/16/2007 (B)

# 41: “A Visit to the Cemetery on the Hill”

(In this dream I thought I was Tony Soprano for awhile, but I think I was just a member of Tony’s crew.)

I’m taking Tony’s sister, Janice to the cemetery to visit their mother’s grave. Janice, predictably, was being a pain in the ass, and insisted on driving separately. She also did not want to go to the cemetery, but finally agreed to.

Tony wants me to show Janice something specific about the grave, something that she does not want to see. It was my idea to make sure that Janice saw this thing and understood it.

The cemetery is spread out over a large, very tall hill out in the countryside. I somehow become separated from Janice near the top of this hill. I call her phone, and she answers, saying that she is on her way. Finally, I see her approaching from lower down the hill, and I wait for her to catch up. We visit Livia’s grave, located near the top of the hill. I remember that there was something that I was supposed to show her. This something is located through an opening I see in a hedge near the grave.

I lead Janice through this opening into a spooky little clearing. The tress are thick overhead, letting little sunlight through. There are a few old graves scattered about, the headstones dirty and sunken. It doesn’t seem that this clearing is an official part of the rest of the cemetery. In this clearing, off to the side, is a freshly-filled grave, the dirt uneven and lower than edges. I start yelling at Janice that “This is what happened to Aunt _____! This is what happens in this family, do you understand?!”

Janice starts crying dramatically. I look around, and see another freshly-filled grave, and I think to myself that it must be Carmella’s grave. Janice is still going into hysterics, and I walk away to examine Carmella’s grave. When I turn around, Janice is gone, and I start to feel creeped out by this little abandoned area of the cemetery.

I exit the clearing, and look around for Janice, but I can’t see her. The sky is darkening, and I want to leave before night falls or the storm starts. I begin walking down the hill, looking for Janice. I start to think that the grave that I thought was Carmella’s was actually Janice’s, and that she somehow was killed and buried there while I wasn’t looking. I worry that I will be blamed since I was last seen with her in that area. I decide to call Janice on the phone again, and she answers. She says that she is fine, but that she had to get away from the grave. As she is talking I see her a few yards below me on the hill, so I tell her to hold on, and I catch up with her.

We head down the hill together to where are our cars are parked. Janice begins to complain that she doesn’t like where her mother is buried.

“You see? I told her, she should have been buried at Lucifer Park!” Janice says. “It’s just too noisy here.”

“Well, I’m not the one to talk to about that,” I say. “I’m just the messenger; you should talk to your brother. But I can see what you mean about this place; it’s kind of like an amusement park here.”

We get in our cars and drive away as the dream fades.

6/18/2007

# 42: “Money in the Bank”

(Once again, I am going to be wrestling in an upcoming show. I believe the show is a WrestleMania, held at Ford Field in Detroit. As in RL, I am totally unprepared to wrestle in the dream, and am worried about my ability to perform.)

I arrive at Ford Field the day of the event. I’m walking around backstage, very excited but also nervous. I attend a meeting with all of the wrestlers scheduled to work the show. I know that this meeting is where the winners and losers of the matches are determined, and I am hopeful that I will be the winner of my match, despite my inexperience. This meeting is being held in a classroom-like setting, which reminds me of one of the lecture rooms at my school.

A paper is handed out to all of us. This paper has the matches listed on it, and the expected outcomes. I scan the paper, but don’t see my name anywhere on it. I look again, and see that I’m in the MITB match. I’m disappointed to see that I’m not scheduled to win it. I tell myself that it makes sense, seeing as this is my first match.

I look over the sheet again, hoping for instructions on exactly what I’m supposed to do in the match and how I am eliminated. I can’t find any useful info on the paper, and my unease about my lack of experience returns. I ask a few of the guys around me how the match works, and they tell me that I just have to go out and improvise, and that I’ll be fine. The dream ends before the meeting adjourns.

6/20/2007

# 43: “Killing Time Before Sex”

SH is my roommate, along with MA. SH and I have maintained a non-sexual relationship during our time as roommates. As the dream starts, she is in the kitchen of our apartment, getting ready for a date. She is wearing a short orange dress and white pantyhose, which she seems to know is driving me insane. Her flirting is semi-serious, but I think I have a chance to get on her.

“Listen, you’re driving me nuts here, but that’s ok,” I begin. “How about we say this: if your date doesn’t go well tonight, when you get home, we’ll ‘watch a movie’. How’s that sound?”

She agrees, and turns back to the sink to apply her make-up. For some reason, this bothers me, and I ask her to stop in a joking sort of way. She doesn’t reply, but turns towards me and holds up her hand as if to show me something. However, I can’t see what is in her hand because it is so bright that it kind of blinds me. This happens a few more times, and finally I just leave the kitchen.

SH leaves for her date, and I’m bored. I decide to drive to my hometown to relieve the boredom. I figure that if I only stay in my hometown for an hour, I’d have enough time to make it back to my college town in time to (hopefully) get on SH.

When I arrive in my hometown, I go to AC’s house. The house is not his current house, but the house he and his family lived in when we were kids. There is some kind of graduation party going on, and I meet up with a guy who I seem to know very well. He and I stand around, talking to people for awhile.

Eventually, my friend and I remember that we have a baseball game to go to, and leave the house. I remember that he and I are on a baseball/wrestling team, and that he is my tag team partner for wrestling. We arrive at our first game of the season, and I find out that I’m not playing. I sit on the bench and watch. We lose the game, and I decide that I need to do something to boost team morale. I run over to the opposing team’s coach and deliver a Sweet Chin Music, knocking him down. I see an umpire standing near him, and I do the same thing to him. The team is laughing and cheering, and I notice that SH is on the sidelines, also laughing and cheering.

I follow the team into our locker room, which is a very damp, crappy area. It is almost like a maze. Instead of one big shower area, there are dozens of small rooms, each containing two showers. These small rooms are accessible only by low half-doors, which you have to crawl through. I also see that all of the lights and water heaters in the locker room are plugged into regular wall sockets with orange extension cords. These sockets are often located right next to a shower nozzle, and I am surprised at how dangerous that is.

My partner doesn’t seem to mind, and after he and I have entered one of the small shower rooms, he unplugs the cord next to his shower, which causes half of the lights in the place to turn off. The rest of the team is angry, and begin yelling, asking who unplugged the lights. By the time they come to our shower, and see that we unplugged it, I am in the middle of my shower and my partner is all done.

“Let me just finish my shower guys, and then I’ll plug it back in.” I tell them. I finish up showering, and dry off, remembering that I have to be dry to not be electrocuted.

After I finish my shower, I notice that the Steiner Brothers are in our shower room. They start to wrestle with my partner, and I don’t want to wrestle, especially in the shower. To win this match, you apparently have to throw both opponents out of the shower room. After they have thrown my partner out, I just eliminate myself to avoid the match, and walk off.

I’m looking for a towel so that I can go back to plug the cord in. I keep running into guys on the team that I recognize, but I can’t find my partner or a towel. I also remember that I have to avoid a certain member of the team: a super tall guy who wants to beat me up for some reason. At one point I see him, and quickly duck into on of the shower rooms. He doesn’t see me, and walks away.

While I am searching for a towel, I remember that I had hoped to get on Jacqui, and my search becomes more urgent. Finally, I find a towel and dry off. I then get lost while trying to find my cubicle to plug the cord back in. After what seems like a long time, I find the cubicle. As I scoot in through the door I get wet, so I have to go back outside to retrieve my towel, which gets me dirty. Now I am both wet and dirty, and am pretty pissed off. Eventually, I get dried off and plug the light back in.

Because it’s so late and I’m in a hurry, I decide that I will just shower when I get back to my college town. I leave the cubicle and head for the exit. Before I get there I run into MJ, a girl I knew in high school. I remember that MJ is on the team, too, though I am surprised that we have a female member. MJ says “hi”, and walks over to a nearby shower. She undresses and begins to shower right in front of me.

“MJ, aren’t you supposed to be in your own shower room?” I ask, surprised at her actions.

“Well don’t look, pervert!” She replies, and goes back to showering.

“Alright, I’m outta here,” I say, and leave the locker room. The dream ends shortly after I arrive at a bar/restaurant, which is located adjacent to the locker rooms.

6/22/2007

# 44: “Meeting my Dream Girl”

(This was a very long dream that I lost most of before I could record it. I was extremely happy through most of this dream, and felt as though I was truly and deeply in love with the mystery girl in it. There was much more interaction between us than what I remember below, but I never did find her again after the party. I woke up sad that I lost her, but still somewhat happy nonetheless.)

I’m with a group of people I recognize as having gone to my high school. We’re in what I think is my apartment, and they introduce me to the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. She is tall, with short blond hair and an incredible body. We hit it off immediately. I’m very happy and elated about meeting her, and am excited to see what happens next. We leave my college town shortly after with the same group of people, and head for my hometown.

When we get to my hometown, the girl and I leave the others and go to my parents’ house. No one is home and we go down into the basement, where we have sex on the couch. The basement doesn’t look very much like it does in RL, although the couch is an actual couch that we used to have down there years ago. After our first time making love, we lay on the couch together for a few minutes, and soon after start to make out again. After a few minutes of that, I try to have sex with her again, but blow my load almost immediately. I am embarrassed and she is disappointed, but everything seems to be alright soon after.

I remember that there is a party in my college town that I was going to go to, and I ask her if she wants to go. She says yes, and we head back. The party is being held in a two-story house in the middle of my college town. I don’t know who owns the house or who is throwing the party, but I recognize most of the people there, including MA and several of the girls I knew in high school.

The party appears to be a costume party of some kind, as all of the girls are wearing cheerleader uniforms. I was surprised that I didn’t know it was a costume party. I decide to go back in my room (for some reason I had a room in this house) and change into a costume. I leave the girl with a group of my friends, and walk down the hallway to my room, which looks almost identical to my RL room in my apartment.

I try to change into my costume, but people keep knocking on the door, interrupting me. Finally I managed to get changed, and go out to rejoin the party.

I find that everyone who was at the party has disappeared, including my girl. I am extremely upset, and I think that everyone has ditched me. I look around the house for them, but can’t find them anywhere. Finally, I remember that they had said something about going to a football game. I pull out my cell phone, and walk outside to call the girl. As I’m scrolling through my contacts list, the arrow button on my phone gets stuck, and the screen begins to scroll faster and faster. I try to get the button unstuck, but can’t. I try to hit the “SEND” button when her number comes into view, but that doesn’t work either. I am very upset and angry, thinking that I’ve lost my girl. I was still trying to get the phone to work when the dream ended.

6/24/2007 (A)

# 45: “Shamed”

(I remembered a total of three dreams from last night, two with pretty good detail. I woke up after the first dream to record, and recorded the other two when I woke up for good. The first dream is noteworthy because it is probably one of the most powerful emotional dreams I’ve had, in that I felt so incredibly guilty and shamed by the owner’s words.)

I’m working in a neighboring town at a Lowe’s/Home Depot type of place. I’m not taking the job very seriously, and am routinely showing up late for work and other nonsense. My first night on the job, I hurt my neck somehow, and have to wear a neck-brace for the rest of my time there.

The night after I hurt my neck, I am working. After a few hours of work, I decide that I don’t want to be there, and that I shouldn’t have to be there because of my neck. I therefore decide to leave early. MT, a mildly retarded man I know, is also an employee at the store, and I talk him into giving me a ride home. Since MT doesn’t have a car of his own, I convince him to borrow the store hearse (?) and take me home.

The next day (or the same night) I go back into the store, and the owner is there. The owner is a large, white-haired man, very imposing. He looks vaguely like my old boss from my childhood job. The owner is extremely angry at me, and sees me as soon as I walk into the break-room. The break-room is dominated by the owner’s desk, which sits in the middle of the room. He orders me to sit at his desk, and tears into me.

He berates me for being irresponsible, self-centered and immature. He tells me I should be ashamed of myself for going home early without permission, and for taking advantage of MT. As the lecture wears on, I begin to feel terrible, almost to the point of tears. I feel ashamed of my actions, and begin to seriously fear that he will fire me. He continues his assault, saying that I am a slacker and that I come to work late and take no pride in what I’m doing. Everything he is saying is true, and it is killing me.

“That’s your last chance that you just used up,” he says, pointing a finger in my face. “You need to grow up and act like you want to work here!”

I’m humbled, and tell him that I will clean up my act. For the rest of the dream, I do my best to toe the line, obsessing about whether my shirt is tucked and whether I am busy working at all times. My shame at being such an irresponsible worker, coupled with my fear of being fires, motivates me to come to work a half hour early and leave a half hour late.

6/24/2007 (B)

# 46: “Doing a Job for Mr. McMahon”

I’m sitting on the floor in the middle of what looks like a hospital ward. There is a row of beds stretching off into the distance, and the walls and floors are all uniformly white. I am playing a video game on a television in front of me. The game is a kind of underwater strategy game, and I remember reading reviews about it which stated that it was fun but way too hard. The reviews also said that this company had a habit of making overly-difficult underwater games. The game I’m playing is apparently a remake, which the reviews said was faithful but too hard.

I’m busy playing the game when Vince McMahon walks up to me. He stands over me quietly for a moment, watching me play the video game. At first, I confuse him with the store owner from my previous dream, and I’m worried that he will fire me for playing video games instead of working. For some reason, I realize that it is Vince, but still think of him as the store owner.

“God, Vince, you make your games too damn hard!” I say jokingly, and he laughs. “Look, I really, really am sorry for what happened last night; I should not have left work to go home early. I really apologize. I feel terrible about it.”

Vince accepts my apology, and then says “But there’s something you can do for me now,” in a very serious, gruff voice.

“Sure, what is it?” I reply.

“Well, do you remember what happened before WrestleMania?” He asks, and I reply that I do (although nothing like this happened in RL). What Vince is talking about is an elaborate scenario involving Vince, Donald Trump and Stephanie McMahon, who looks more like Ivanka Trump. Basically, the incident ended with Stephanie disappearing.

Vince orders me to go home and watch Donald Trump’s show (?), and then go to a certain hospital to find Stephanie. Vince wants me to be the first one to find Stephanie and interview her, thereby beating Trump’s show to the exclusive interview and revealing the hoax.

I tell Vince I’ll do it, and go to my grandparents’ house to watch the show. In the living room a young boy and girl, bother and sister, are sitting on a love seat off to the side, watching television. I’m sitting on a recliner, facing the TV.

I see the remote controller sitting on a table, and I pick it up and try to change the channel. I can’t remember which channel Trump’s show is on, so I decide to check the TV Guide channel. The remote doesn’t work, however, so I pick up another one, which also fails to work.

Then I remember that the two kids are sitting there, and I feel bad about trying to change the channel while they are watching TV. I ask them if they mind if I watch Trump’s show.

“Oh no, we don’t mind,” said the boy. “That’s cool.”

I try to change the channel again with another remote, but it doesn’t work. I try several other remotes, and finally one works. I flip through the channels, but can’t find Trump’s show anywhere.

6/24/2007 (C)

# 47: “Big Love Plumbing”

(I remember very little about this dream. I had it shortly before waking up, but forgot most of the details while recording the previous dream.)

I’m one of Bill Hendrickson’s kids on the television show “Big Love”. We’re doing some kind of home remodeling, including the kitchen and an adjacent bathroom. Near the end of the dream I go to take a piss in the newly installed toilet, and Bill yells at me for it. I am offended, but before I can respond I wake up.

6/29/2007

# 48: “All the President’s Men”

I am a reporter, working on a story about a government agency of some kind. The agency, possibly the FBI, has been abusing its powers, and I am working to expose them.

I have cultivated a source from within the agency that is willing to expose what is going. I know that my source will be in great danger if the story is released early or if it does not cause a large enough public backlash to protect him. Therefore, I know that it is important that the story be ran in all of the major newspapers and be the top story. I have promised my source that the story will not be broken unless it is in a highly visible, significant way.

I am working with several other reporters on this story. These reporters are from rival newspapers, and we don’t all entirely trust each other. We have a meeting the night before the story is to run, and all of the other papers pull out, saying that they will not run the story. I know this will be disastrous for my source, as no one will pay attention to the story unless it is huge. I begin yelling at one of the reporters, telling him that he’s going to get my source killed. He is apologetic, but does not change his mind. I am frightened for my source, and know that I very well may have caused his death.

These are three of my favorite dreams, mostly because of the excitment of being with my dream girl, and the interesting format of the dreams; seperate narratives, but overlapping settings and characters.

6/30/2007 (A)

(Last night I had what seemed like three separate dreams, although they all share common elements, characters and settings. Perhaps it was all one dream that my memory jumbled before I could record, but this is how I remember them.)

# 49: “My Dream Girl Part 1”

I am on a date of some kind with an extremely attractive girl. She is about my age, with short, dark hair, creamy-white skin and the perfect body. She looks somewhat like Winona Ryder.

We drive out to an isolated cabin in the woods. The cabin sits in a long, low valley, with tall, rolling hills on all sides. The valley floor seems to be an old cornfield. The cabin itself is little more than a two-room shack with spartan furnishings.

I am hoping to have sex with this girl, and she seems more than willing. Although I’m very happy and excited about being with this beautiful girl, I also feel somewhat guilty, because I think I recognize her as an old girlfriend of PL, one of my closest friends, and I worry that he would be mad at me. Although I am torn, I eventually decide that PL would probably not care, and I stop worrying.

We arrive at the cabin, and I pull out my cellphone, which in the dream has a video camera in it. I begin to record our time together, and she laughs. We lie down on a bed in the main room, and begin to make-out. Eventually I take her clothes off, revealing her tight, perfect body. I kiss my way down her stomach, which is amazingly taunt and flat, and start eating her out. We continue having sex for awhile, before we are interrupted in some way, possibly by PL knocking on the door.

6/30/2007 (B)

# 50: “Robbed and Kidnapped”

I am sitting in the driver’s seat of JA’s old Honda Accord. JA is sitting in the rear passenger-side seat, talking to me. We are parked in what appears to be an empty parking lot at night. JR is also with us, though he occasionally leaves the car and returns. I’m turned around, talking to JA in the back seat, when I notice that the front passenger door is wide open. This makes me kind of nervous, because I sense that we’re in a less-than safe neighborhood. I’m about to reach over to close and lock the door, when I see four thuggish-looking African-Americans walking towards the open door. They are within a few feet of the car.

“Hey man!” One of them yells just as I reach for the door. The man who yelled reaches into his pocket and pulls out a gun just as he and his companions reach the car. The man with the gun slides into the front seat, while his friends pile into the back, cramming themselves in with JA and JR.

“Hey, man, what’s up?” the guy with the gun says, pointing it at me. “Give me your wallet.” I am suddenly terrified, to the point of being embarrassed. I tell myself I’m acting like a coward, but I hurriedly fumble for my wallet, which is in my back pocket.

“Please don’t kill us, please don’t kill us,” I repeat as I hold out my wallet to the gunman. I hear the fear in my voice and it bothers me, but I can’t help it.

After he pockets the wallet, the thief tells me to drive, still pointing the pistol at me. I drive out of the parking lot and head out into the country, eventually arriving at the same valley and cabin from dream # 49. I become fearful for the girl, worried that she is still inside. I suddenly remember that she is inside. The gunman forces us out of the car, and the seven of us go into the house.

The interior of the cabin looks completely different. I now recognize it as my parents’ house. Luckily, the girl is nowhere to be found, and I figure she must be hiding.

Moments later, all seven of us end up in the hall bathroom. The other six are crowded into the shower, while I stand with my ear to the door. I realize that my mom is still awake for some reason, even though it is late at night. I don’t want her to get involved, so I convince the robbers to just wait in the bathroom until she goes to bed. I leave the bathroom and walk out to the kitchen to talk to my mom.

Unfortunately, she’s not going to bed right away. I try to casually get her to go to bed early while also keeping her away from the bathroom. We start talking about somebody’s wedding that is coming up, and how it will be fun. My mom disagrees, saying that it will not be fun.

“Well, how come you don’t think it will be fun?” I ask. “’Cause I think it will.” For the moment I forget about the robbers and am more concerned with finding out about her feelings on this wedding.

“Maybe when you’ve had to watch your 2 year-old neice at an event like that, you’ll see,” she responds in a slightly condescending tone. “’Cause it’s not fun having to constantly chase her around like that.”

I agree and tell her that makes sense. Finally, she goes to bed after a few close calls, including once where the guys tried to force their way out of the bathroom and I had to hold the door shut. I let everyone out of the bathroom and lead them towards the front door. I am relieved that they are leaving, and glad that none of us got hurt. I am also glad that they didn’t think to go down in the basement, where I keep my firearms. As soon as I have that thought, I turn around and see the four thugs heading towards the basement, not the front door.

I ask them what they’re doing, and one of them says “Man, you think we leaving? You know how much them guns you got down there are probably worth?” I am incredibly angry, and I turn to look at JR. I somehow know that he told them about the guns while they were in the bathroom.

“What the fuck, why did you say something to them?” I demanded. He shrugs, and I turn away to lead the robbers down into the basement. I try and talk them out of taking them as we go down the stairs, but I can’t dissuade them. I can see that the basement is pitch black, and that my dad’s stuff is still scattered around, creating a maze-like atmosphere.

When we reach the bottom of the stairs, I have somehow become separated from the group, along with the fattest robber. I snap and attack him. He has two revolvers, and I manage to get one away and shoot him in the chest, killing him. I grab his other gun and start to desperately shoot at the other three robbers who are still coming down the stairs in a single row. I shoot one at the bottom of the stairs, and hide behind a stack of debris while the remaining two begin to search for me. I realize that I have no idea how much ammunition I have left for the guns.

I can hear one of the robbers approaching, and I slide out from behind my cover and fire at him, but the gun is empty. I point the second pistol at him and it is also empty. Somehow, however, I still managed to shoot him, and he dropped. Apparently the fourth guy ran away or got shot in the crossfire, because I walk back upstairs to wait for the cops with JA and JR.

6/30/2007 (C)

# 51: “My Dream Girl Part 2”

I am riding in an open-top convertible, probably a newer Mustang. I am driving and the beautiful dark-haired girl from dream # 49 is sitting in the passenger seat. We are driving on the highway out in the country.

I look over and see that she is naked. I am disappointed that we never got to finish what we started earlier, but I also feel guilty because she is PL’s ex-girlfriend (I’m now sure of it). As before, I eventually decide I don’t care.

As I drive, we talk about nothing in particular, and I realize that I’m falling for this girl. She doesn’t seem to notice or care that she is riding naked in a convertible, and lounges on the seat, indifferently.

As we drive, my guilt returns about PL. I am concerned that he might find out or that he already has. But, again, I’m too in love/lust to care. I remember that I have been filming most of this on my cellphone camera, and I look forward to reviewing the footage later.

We continue driving and talking, and I am falling more and more in love with this girl. I take my eyes off the road to lean over and kiss her on the lips.

7/5/2007

# 52: “Meeting the Neighbors”

I’m supposed to meet my family for a 4th of July picnic or pool party in my college town. I’m also getting ready to move home, so I’m trying to get all of my stuff packed. I’m working under a deadline, but still find time to sit on the couch and put in a movie on the living room TV. I’m playing the movie on MA’s X-Box 360 (not in the living room in RL).

Someone knocks on the door, and I open it to reveal two attractive girls who I think I recognize as our neighbors. I let them in and we begin to talk. They ask what I’m doing and I explain that I am getting ready to go to a picnic. We talk for awhile about school. A commercial comes on the TV, and we sit and watch it in silence. One of the girls comments that she actually made the commercial herself for a class. Seeing an opening, I ask if she made it on Final Cut Pro (film editing software).

“Yeah, I did. How’d you know about Final Cut Pro?” she asks. I tell her that I majored in Journalism in undergrad, and learned to use the program a bit.

I’m pretty happy and nervous about the girls being here, because I’m attracted to both and don’t want to look like an idiot. We continue to talk, and I almost forget about packing. I remember, and decide that I will just concentrate on the living room so that I can continue to talk to the girls.

They notice that I’m watching “The DaVinci Code”, and ask if I mind if they lay down and watch it. I tell them to make themselves at home, and they lay down together on the pull-out couch. I ask them if they’d like a pillow, and they say yes. I go to my room to get one, excited that they are going to stay for awhile. I bring the pillow back out and tuck it under the girls’ heads, and they mummer their thanks, and I again feel a small rush of elation. I walk back over and sit on the couch facing the television, and we watch the movie until the dream fades out.