Mortal Mist

[Baby Birds]

Severely disrupted sleep last night. Couldn't stay asleep to save my life. But hopped back in bed about 10am and snagged a couple hours sleep.

Fragments
- Wilfred rambling on about some plan being messed up
- Star Wars, ship in a landing dock, chaos
- Bilbo Baggins (Martin Freeman verson) frantic about something
 (too much geeking out this morning, methinks)

Baby Birds
I'm at my Gram's (failed to rc) on the back porch. It's night. The back light is on. A huge pine tree is growing beside the porch. I see a bird fly into a low branch and then hear the soft peepings of baby birds. I try to show F, who is suddenly with me, where the nest is. I use the shadow of my hand on the tree to try point out the nest. He still can't see is. One of the baby birds falls out. I leap over the railing and scramble under the tree. The baby bird is dead. But there is another one that is barely moving. It is covered in ants. I ask F if I should kill the baby to put it out of its misery. He doesn't answer. I know even if I brush the ants off and try to save it the bird will still die. I start flicking the ants off of it and try to figure out the quickest way to kill the poor thing.



Damn lousy internet it out at home again. Same thing happened last weekend. Limited posting from moi if it out again all weekend.

[Music Classes]

Music Classes

It is time for Music class.  I walk to that end of the campus and find two large old music studios being used for classrooms.  I'm a bit early, and hear some interesting sounding stuff coming from the other studio, so I quietly walk in.

The instructor/performer stops what he is doing and welcomes me in.  He asks what I play and invites me to grab a bass and join in.  I explain I'm just there to listen for a couple minutes before going to class, so he resumes his piano recital.  There are about a half dozen obviously handicapped and challenged adults gathered around him.  He plays well, just improvising and having fun.

I walk across to the other studio.  There are concert style seats installed on the main floor of this one, facing the old control room.  I take a seat and then spot S.H. nearby, so I go sit by her.  It has been a long time since I've seen her, so we chat and catch up until the instructor shows up.


Flea Market Chaos

My wife is setting up at an inner city flea market, and I'm supposed to meet her.  The roads are narrow and traffic isn't moving, so I ditch my car and run the couple miles remaining, hoping my car will still be where I left it.  Running is effortless - I'm glad I try to stay in shape.

When I arrive, I find our spot almost completely set up.  A slab of stone is in the way of taking out our remaining stuff, so I pull that out and ask a neighboring vendor if I can lean it up out of the way on their spot.  He agrees, and I do.

After the day is over, we begin cleaning up.  At the end, I try to find that slab of stone, but it is gone.  The neighbor doesn't remember anything about it.  I begin walking about the market and find several things that look like it, but none of them are my stone slab.  I finally give it up as lost.

While walking back, I come across some large logs with smouldering embers blocking the path.  A strong wind gust whips the embers up to flame.  I take a running start and jump over an area of the logs that doesn't seem to be burning so hot.  I feel the heat sear me, but come through unscathed.


Kwame I. Kilpatrick

(Fragment)  A guy I know has changed his name to Kwame I. Kilpatrick.  He is in legal trouble in Detroit, which makes sense for somebody who has named himself almost the same as our ignoble and infamous criminal mayor.

[Alternate Wives]

Alternate Wives

My friend D. has arranged for a selection of several lovely Chinese women who all want to be my wife.  They are all very nice people and I know D's intentions were good, but he apparently forgot I am already married and don't want that to change.

I try to be gracious with the ladies, but the language barrier makes it very difficult for me to explain that I'm not interested in any of them.  Instead, they think they are competing with one another for my attention and favor.  I feel really badly for them as I try finding a way to extract myself from this mess.

[Baseball]

Sadly the atmosphere of the dream was not as fun as that song (fun fact: I'm blue was my VERY FIRST favorite song as a kid)!!!
I like to live life... on the edge 


Baseball

I am walking up to an unfamiliar house. It's surrounded by a lot of green, grass, trees, bushes. I see a friend out front and run up to say hello.
I notice she is attempting to get someones attention that is inside the house. She is too short to be seen in the window though so I
suggest lifting her up which we try. She waves her arms around but still she is too short. I make my way around the house and notice a park.
There is a shallow hill in the center and I see a circle of kids from m high school playing some sort of game. I make my way over and watch as a
baseball is being thrown around, before I even understand the game someone shouts my name and throws it my way. I just kind of flinch but
see the ball coming and reach out my hand. I look away but feel the ball land in my hand and my fingers close around it. Regardless of that
I see the white ball fly past me onto the ground. I am confused because I still feel the ball in my hand and the kids are making fun of me for
dropping the ball. They come over and that's when we look in my hand. There is a smaller black ball in my hand cut into even black vertical slices
and someone brings over the white 'skin' of the ball. We talk about how that happened and the dream fades.

That whole bar/hockey dream was one big reality check missed. I hate bars. I don't drink. I barely talk to my mother and I most certainly wouldn't lose a game of air hockey to her. I didn't think to RC once. 


Stolen Car Stash
I am living with my cousin's gf again. I walk out back of her place to the open field. It is full of stolen cars in various stages of strippedness. I wonder how the police never seem to see this field.

Strange Park
I take some kids to a park. It is mostly normal looking from where I sit in the distance. I decide to sit on a swing and as I walk through the park I realize it is massive, like it was built for people twice as tall as me. I look up at the huge teetertotter and wonder if I would be afraid up so high. The swings are so high I can grab the bottom of one and swing from it like a trapeze. The slide is the tallest and strangest bit of playground equipment of all. As the kids climb the ladder it sinks into the ground. When the kids are atop the ladder they are still pretty much level with the ground, the slide is straightened along the ground and the kids still try to side down it. They don't seem to mind so I let them play.

Frag: Sitting on the couch with someone who looks suspiciously hobbity. He is small with light curly hair and when I try to look at his feet to assess their furriness he tucks them up under his butt so I can't see. He seems afraid of me. I am about to ask who he is but wake before I can.

[K's Party, with Aeronaut]

K's Party, with Aeronaut

My cousin K is having a big, elaborate part.  It is really kind of dull, with people milling about a huge warehouse type area filled with tables of food and drinks.  There are a lot of people, but the place is so big there is the feel that there really aren't many people about.

I grow tired of all this and walk out onto a balcony.  It is a starry night, and the moment I walk out I spot a bolide streak across the sky far in the distance.  I continue watching and spot another meteor streak.  My attention is then drawn to somebody down in the fenced yard with a strange sort of flying machine.  I shout down and ask if he is going to fly with it, and he responds that he is. 

I watch as he prepares.  The machine is some kind of tiny jet, fueled from a very small silver fuel bottle.  He fills the bottle with the unknown substance, screws the bottle in place on the device, and then carries the device across the yard and hangs it on the end of a long crane-like arm attached to a truck.  The middle of this arm is hollow.  A big blower at the opposite end is started, which blasts a large volume of air at a high velocity through this hollow arm and into the intake of the little aircraft.  After about 15 seconds, the whine of the aircraft's turbine stabilizes.  He then strikes a common kitchen match and lets it get sucked into the intake.  This lights the jet.

He grabs hold of the aircraft and blasts off into the sky.


Picking A Gym Lock

I am in the locker room of an old inner city gym.  I want to change and go do some working out, but you have to arrange to use a locker and the person to make the arrangements with is not around.  I don't want to have to carry my wallet and valuables with me.  I select an end locker I will remember easily and begin playing with the padlock.  It is one of those common Master Lock combination padlocks that has catches to make it hard to crack.  I know if I had a small metal shim I could open this lock in a heartbeat, but I continue fiddling around and trying to feel where the wheel stops catch.  I give up, but give the lock a yank as I turn away - and the lock opens.  I carefully note the number on the dial, knowing this is 1/3 of the combination to re-open it, in case the attendant hasn't yet returned by the time I am finished.  I change, stow my stuff, and head out into the gym.

In order to access the gym, I need to pass through a sort of shower stall and then use a slide to get down to the gym floor.


Community Camp

I am in the wilderness, apparently traveling a great distance on foot.  There is a hostel-type camp I reach just after dark.  I head in and find an empty bunk.

The place has about a dozen people in it, both male and female.  I notice with some discomfort that most of the men are walking about nude.  The women seem neither troubled nor interested - they go about their business as if it is the most natural thing in the world.  I don't expect I will attain this level of immodesty, though it doesn't really bother me.  I begin looking about for the bathroom so I can change and prepare for sleep.

went to bed half drunk.  I don't know if its the REM rebound effect or just my synapses firing in desperate dehydrated confusion

       My mother is driving us home from somewhere. Home to the house we moved out of in 1990, She cuts through this nearby Christian school. We stop to get a snack at some outside cafeteria. She sits with some unsuspecting teenager and starts talking to him incessantly. I forget what about.  At first, she just seems a bit quarky and talkative like she can be, but she gets more and more intense, talking about what this kid has done even though she doesn't know him, getting more and more nervous until she is very distressed and talking faster.  I start to worry that she's having a stroke or some medical issue that can cause sudden personality change. I ask if she's OK but she just keeps talking.  By the end, she seems genuinely mentally ill and tortured. I can't help her.  Its terrible. I become lucid, as a way out I think. 
       "Mom, this is just a dream. I love you.  I'm going to wake up now."
       (then in and out of an FA)
 
           Walking along the wood on a dark road.  I become lucid. Something is pulling at me and just I give in and go limp.  I'm swept away into the air floating kind of sideways on my back.  I look at the tree line and sky. Its very clear and beautiful. The stars move and pool together and slowly form an enormous human image, taking up the whole sky, his chest rising from the horizon.  It was some kind of Hindu god. Shiva I believe.

Loop - walking along a similar road.  This time I get a little help with the lucid part.  A branch from a tree falls.  Its full of those helicopter like seed pods which keep the branch floating while somehow still staying attached. it bounces off the ground, then up again. It brushes my leg then floats into the woods.  Yep, dreaming. Again same thing. I feel a force and give in. I float in the same way.  This time I go through the woods a before halting to a hover in some backyard, looking at a plain white house.  The upstairs part is illuminated from the inside with moving fields of colored light, presumably emanating from whomever is living their lives in that particular house.  The different colors are different emotions.  I can feel them too. They are all positive, life affirming emotions. Excitement, joy, others I can't name but feel wonderful.
       I start thinking. I remember the empty and painful experience of the previous dream with my mother, and I am genuinely astounded at the range of all we can experience in life.  I start to wonder how the feelings of this house can be so overwhelmingly positive.  "must be something to do with the foundation" I think.

        FA - in some room with brother at some camp or seminar type place. Sleeping on the floor. Still lucid.  I start floating and walking and sitting on the walls. FA - My brother has been watching me and apparently I was actually walking on the walls while sleeping. - interesting - (then, at some point, my brother has become a clear and intelligent African tribesman with tribal tattoos on his eyes, but its definitely still my brother.)

      FA - still lucid. This time I'm in a hallway with many bedrooms. It looks like the wing of the hospital where I work and work people are there, but here, they're not work people, but lucid dreamers at some kind of gathering (they're probably from MM).  Its ironic though because for the most part they're not lucid.  I see Lynn from work (maybe the wisest person at work) I look at her. She's lucid.  I explain how I think its weird with all these dreamers and only the two of us know its a dream.  She's more even keeled. It doesn't strike her as odd. Then there's some piece where I realize I'm not myself.  Someone has left food and clothes and notes for me but they are labeled "MB".  I slowly piece together that in this situation, I actually am this MB.   
       Lucidity fades.  We all go to this big cafeteria. Its still the people from work but we are now joined by a whole bunch of patients. 100 or so. The dream has shifted from a dream gathering to an autism gathering, more like an autism celebration.  The food and tables are very classy and there are uniformed waiters.  I'm sitting next to Peter, who is worried that he will clear the table and destroy all the food and plates.  I try to talk him through it, and he seems to manage.  After the meal, its apparently time for a group song.  A few of the autistic kids start singing some kind of hymn - mostly the word "alelluyia".  People slowly join in.  I notice some Down's syndrome kids there too, also getting into it.  One table stands up and starts cheering on this little down's girl who is rapturously singing.  The sound builds into this state of special needs extacy, until the sound is literally vibrating everyone and everything in the room. Its unbelievable.

[Old Batman & Superman]

Old Batman & Superman
Watching an interestingly written and drawn cartoon where Batman and Superman are still fighting. Many strange twists and turns, more a psychological battle than physical

Waterfall Park
Me and cuz AG are playing in one of the many waterfalls along a long cliff. In retrospect it was extremely Rivendell-like, the waterfalls anyway. The rest of the scenery was like an amusement park. I decide I want to move to this place.

Bomb Outbreak
I am at a movie theater and feel incredibly uneasy so I tell the others I'm going for a walk. The movie is boring anyway. As I am out I hear a massive explosion. The movie theater I just left was demolished by a suicide bomber. I watch as they pull bodies out of the rubble. No one seems to have survived. I am sad that my friends have died but I have the feeling they are not really dead, somehow. The bombings continue, one at a mall, another at a hospital where the bomber is caught before she can set her bomb off.

Stupid Movie Dream
I can't remember the name of the movie right now, but it's the one with Donnie Walberg & the Rock in it where they abduct a guy and try to make him sign over money. This dream is mostly like that movie except I am the third genius behind the abduction. We get an expensive ass car and try to make a getaway. I know we'll be caught sooner or later so my story is I'm going to say they abducted me too to use as a hostage in the event they get caught by the cops.

Bar w/ Mother
I'm at a bar with my mom. She's trying to get me to drink. I refuse. We play airhockey and she cheats by saying all the items on the table are used in the game. It's covered with cig packs, beer bottles, other assorted bar crap. I keep losing. We switch ends but still keep loosing. I mutter at some point, "Now I know what the Leafs feel like." and I laugh. This pisses off the patrons and my mom makes me leave.

Holographic Earth
I am working in a company that has a huge holographic earth at its centre. This is possible because of the numerous satellites orbiting the planet. They beam images back to the company and we can zoom in on any part of the planet that we want. 

[$900 Internet Bill]

lol. Thank you iadr for unborifying my bathroom dreams. And I'd love to see read the results of your tree toilet experience.


$900 Internet Bill
Title says it all. We try to figure out how it got so high as our internet is allegedly supposed to be unlimited downloading and uploading.

DG's Baby
DG is playing with her baby girl, bouncing it off of her massive boobs like they are a trampoline. She gives the baby to me and I am shocked to see it is bundled up and wearing what looks like a pink leather zipper mask. I try to remove it but it won't come off.

Tripping
We, can't remember who now, drive to Niagara Falls. There we take the horse and carriage ride. That eventually turns into us being on the Maid of the Mist, which turns into us being on the ocean surrounded by icebergs. Someone falls off and gets stranded on an iceberg. I whip out my camera and take photos of the attempted rescue.

[Shoplifting]

Shoplifting

I'm with a couple of women my age.  (We are all pretty young - maybe mid to late teens.)  We are in a big department store and trying to quietly break into a showcase to steal some expensive stuff.  We know we are being observed, which adds to the intrigue for us.  The girls make sure the view is blocked while I work on getting through the security measures.

A security guard finally intervenes.  We haven't really done anything yet, though I was close to getting through the lock.  He spots a large wrist watch on my arm and points at it.  That's mine - an expensive Tag Hauer.  He demands to know why I am wearing it upside down, if I haven't stolen it and put it on hastily.  I demonstrate that this way I can just show people my watch easily rather than tell them the time when asked, which saves me time and effort.  He isn't satisfied, but a gnome-like creature dressed in green nearby shows the guard that it wears its watch the same way for the same reason.  We leave.


Safe Cracking

I am with a friend who is showing me a big old safe he picked up cheaply.  He is going to transfer a lot of his valuables into it from a smaller but more modern safe he has in another room.  I spend about five minutes on the lock and easily open the old safe.  When he comes back, he's really unhappy about my having opened the safe.  I explain that his modern safe might be less convenient, but it is much more difficult to open.


Scooting

I am traveling through the inner city on a low chair with wheels.  It isn't a wheel chair - more of a caster chair that has me sitting just inches from the ground.  I get around quite easily.  I have a camera and am taking photos from this perspective in hopes of publishing them.

I try traveling through a park, but my wheels get mired in the dirt and I have to stand up to carry my stuff through to the next street.  Then I find myself at a dead end with a laundry at the end of the cul-de-sac.  I scoot into the laundry and find another exit to the streets through the back, so I can continue my journey.

[Extra Blueness]

Last night was host to a slew of crazy dreams so hopefully I can remember them.

Extra Blueness

I am on an airplane. It's a small one, one of the puddle jumpers. It is pitch black. I can't see anything at all. I can however hear the pilot talking.
She is a female. She is telling me that she is going to land the plane and then she has to run. I am not sure why she needs to run but she tells
me that all I need to do is turn down the acceleration to stop. She says that cops are probably going to rush the plane when it lands. I am so
confused and I can see the lights of the plane controls and readings.

Next thing I know I am talking to one of my childhood friends and we are talking about Las Vegas. Just talking about what we're going to do there
and I tell her I will be drinking for sure. She seems surprised but I don't really care.

The whole dream had a strange feel to it but this was by far the strangest part and one of the strangest dreams I've had. We were in some restaurant
at a table. I was with my friend from earlier and a couple older men and women. It was almost like a movie, how everyone was interacting. Anyways
that is when I notice that everyone is blue. A deep solid blue. Their clothes are blue, everything in the restaurant is blue. The only thing that isn't
blue is people's faces. The waitress sets down a tray of beers on our table and the men cheer. One man, who looks a lot like Quintin Tarintino pulls
out a very small vial. I watch as he quickly empties it into his beer and asks who else wants to REALLY party? Well I like to party so I let him know I am
because there are enough beers to go around and he is handing around the vials to the table. The dream ends.

Airport Home

I am with a few people. I feel like I don't really know them. We are in a building that is about fifteen feet wide and 500-750 feet long. Like an airport
terminal almost but disconnected from anything and smaller. Windows line the entirety of the building, large ones with metal frames. There is only
one room at the end of the building. It is carpeted with a very thin carpet found in airports. I am telling these people that this is the new house
my mom bought and that we are going to live here. The room will be hers and then we'll convert the rest into a cool home.

Just about that time one of the kids looks out the window and states that someone is coming and the kids start running. I follow them out of the building
and we are all running but I don't know what from. I turn around and can only see a shadow of a person following us. The dream fades.

There were a few more dreams but they slipped from my mind.

[Match Making An Old Blues Man]

(Ok - break is over and I'm back to journaling!)

Match Making An Old Blues Man

I am watching a documentary about how a matchmaking agency found the perfect mate for an old blues man.  He is black, with a salt and pepper beard.  The documentary shows scenes from his life and covers failed relationships.  They end up finding him an older lady blues singer. . . who also has a salt-and-pepper beard.  The last scene shows them dancing ecstatically in circles, hand in hand, heads back and belting out the blues.


Icing Construction

Elaborate, long dream about building an ornate structure the size of a garden shed, all made of cake frosting.


D and Empties

I return to work and find my desk covered with empty Coke bottles.  I gather them all up and dump them on D's desk, as I know he's the Coke drinker.  He shows up to work while I'm doing this, and I ask why he is so lax about cleaning up after himself.  He just laughs.

[TV Show]

I did the gm, alpha-gpc, rhodiola, and nicotine at bedtime, followed by guarana and ginseng at WBTB.  Again that resulted in long complex dreams before WBTB, and great vibes and lucids afterwards.

TV Show (not well recalled, but was very long and detailed at the time, and again inspired by Vex's dreams lol)

I am watching a TV show starring Johnny Depp.  It's about these aliens who live in the same time and place as humans, but neither is aware of each other.  They are like in different dimensions or something.  The aliens have colonized the Earth, so it's on Earth, in Earth peoples' homes.  Every so often, an alien or a human becomes aware of the other.  The aliens look like normal people when it shows them in their own dimension, but when the humans rarely sense or see the aliens, they are like the little big-headed, big-eyed typical alien, except they are very dark-colored, not silver, almost like a negative of a typical alien.  It's the same when the aliens see the humans; they look weird like that to them too.  It's as if neither sees the other as they really are, or as they see themselves, because of the dimension thing.  Johnny Depp is a person who gets a glimpse of the aliens, and the show is about him trying to figure out what's going on.

HI

I'm lying there awake, feeling not yet sleepy enough to try to WILD, just incubating what I want to do.  (Find pj, give him a phrase; I forgot about the rock at that point.)  I "hear myself" telling Tom how Danger Kitten scratched me when I walked by her, and I feel my dream-arm reach out and demonstrate.  I am surprised because I didn't even think I was close to sleep.  I go on just thinking about what I was thinking, but realize I would WILD probably.


Eating Clouds (This was a monthly goal at DV a loooong time ago.  I can't remember if I managed to do it or not, but maybe my SC was "showing" me that it doesn't ignore my goals.  It's just very, very slow at delivering them, lol.)

(I can't remember the very beginning; I think I fell asleep when I was trying to WILD.)*  I'm in a city.  It's dark, and I'm in an industrial part of town; not much activity at night time here.  I think I'll fly, and immediately I shoot up into the air.  Whee, that was fast!  I go higher and higher.  I see the city spread out before me.  It's like Los Angeles, just enormous, stretching as far as the eye can see.  The stars get brighter.  Cool, I'll go to space, it's been a while!  

I come to the first misty clouds.  They grow thicker as I go up, til that's all I can see around me.  I reach out to see what they feel like.  I break some off.  I can't describe the texture; it's not like anything IRL.  It's like foam rubber, but much more easily torn and squished.  I put some in my mouth to see what it tastes like.  Kind of bland.  The texture is the most interesting thing about it.

I go higher, and the clouds thin out.  But before I get to space, I'm plummet back down again.  Bummer!  Oh well, maybe next time.  I feel like I still have the cloud-stuff on my face.  I wipe it off, and look down at my sleeve--I did, there is white stuff smeared on it.  

I'm in the same boring industrial area, so I start walking.  I come to a residential area.  The first place I see is an old folks' home.  Boring; don't want to go in there.  I come to a place where the houses are big and nice.  I see one that is the most beautiful blue I have ever seen.  Cerulean, the color I just like to stare at when I see it.  I realize some people would think it is gaudy, so big and blue, but I love it.  It's all lit up, inside and out, which makes it stand out in the darkness.

I think, that's the one, and I walk towards it.  However when I get closer I see "For Sale" sign in the yard.  Darn, it's empty.  (I wish I would have gone in anyway, and checked it out.)  I turn away, then think, I should read what the sign says.  It has a picture of a woman's face, the realtor, and the phone number is written as a word, the way they do phone numbers sometimes to help you remember.  It's 1-800-SCAMMER.  I laugh because I think it's appropriate for a real estate agency phone number.  (I didn't realize til I woke up that it has the right amount of digits for a phone number.  I should call it lol.)

I walk around in the dark.  The grass is wet.  I see a toad jumping around.  Then more toads.  It's kind of yukky, walking in the wet grass, trying to avoid stepping on all the toads.  So I walk to the next house; also big, lights on inside, obviously occupied this time.  I squeeze in via the little glass windows on the side of the door.  I almost lose the dream.  Things are going dark, so I reach down and touch the floor.  Cold marble, good.  I don't instantly come back, so I continue to feel around.  I find a piece of paper and crumple it.  The feel and the sound of that bring me back to the dream.

I walk across the foyer and look into the house.  There is a big family here; older people and grown kids.   They look up in surprise at me.  I say, "Oh, excuse me, I didn't mean for you to see me."  The people in the older generation react badly to my presence, yelling at me and threatening me and telling me to go away.  But a couple of the younger ones tell me that it's OK.  They realize I am an entity from somewhere else. I tell them it's cold and dark and wet out there, and there are a lot of yukky toads; that's why I came in.  A man in the younger generation tell me that I am welcome.  A young woman sees my hesitation, and comes to me and hugs me and tells me it's OK, and says it must be awful out there, alone, in the dark.  I say, oh, it is, I don't want to go back out there!  I'm playing it up for them, a poor lost wandering soul, so they will want me to stay, lol.  I can tell the younger people are curious, and would like to communicate with a ghost, or whatever it is that they think I am.  

?  (Gap in recall, probably wake up with DEILD). I am wandering around the house.  It's dark now, and they family has gone to bed.  I think thoughts that I don't want to think.  I think about the dream I had before, and wonder if it really were possible for different entities from different dimensions to occupy the same space without being aware of it.  I begin to see shadowy figures, also moving around the house.  I look down a flight of stairs, and as I see one of them, it sees me as well.  It scares me.  The figure approaches.  I tell myself, OK, this is stupid, just don't think stupid things like that, just ignore them.  Even if they are here, and I think there is a possibility that they are, they can't hurt me.  I can just wake myself up if they try to do something to me.  But what if they have some kind of power, and can keep me here?  STOP IT!!  That's not possible!  I block all the thoughts, and ignore the entities.

I hear somebody talking in one of the bedrooms.  I find it and go in.  It's the girls' room.  A man is there, trying to wake up one of the girls.  I wonder why he is here.  It doesn't seem right.  He has a gun.  What should I do?!  I go to the other bed, where the woman  who welcomed me earlier is sleeping.  I think I'll wake her up so she can call for help.  Then I hear the man saying it's time for the girl to get up to go to training, they have to be there soon, and they are going to be late if she doesn't get moving.  I realize they are in the army reserves together, and he is picking her up for that.  He doesn't want to wake the rest of the people, but he doesn't want her to over sleep.  I am relieved that it's nothing bad.

OK, whose bed to get in...the cute guy who invited me in, or the equally cute girl who hugged me....?  Maybe some of both?  I feel like Frankenfurter, but less perverted, and without the costume, lol.


WILD

I wake from the last dream, and try to WILD back in.  I feel too awake.  I begin to visualize body movements, since I had got my arm out earlier.  I end up moving all dream-arms and legs as I lie there, twisting them all around, like I'm dancing in bed.  This is stupid!  Just get out.  I relax, and go back into a dream.

I'm in the city again, this time a shopping district, with some apartments.  A girl is walking two big rottweilers, and having trouble with them.  I approach her and say hi.  She is friendly, but her dogs keep biting me.  It's painful, but I realize it's shouldn't be, so I try to ignore it.

We walk and talk.  She has evidently been shopping, and she pulls a black cloth belt out of a bag.  She holds it up and asks me, "What do you think?"  I say I guess it's nice, and she realizes I don't understand, so she takes out the white outfit it goes with. Oh, she just made black-belt in karate!  Cool!  I congratulate her.

We sit down to talk.  I say, check out my martial art moves.  I begin to do kicks in which I jump way up high in the air, with a lot of hang-time.  I do the most impressive karate-type moves I can think of.  She is open-mouthed with amazement.  Then, to top it off, I tread-air (like treading water but in the air) in front of her.  She is beyond stunned now.  She says, "You're so beautiful!"  I laugh, both flattered and thinking how silly it is to be flattered by my own mind.  But what the heck, if that's what SC wants, it's fine with me.  I swim thru the air to her.

*Delayed Recall:  This came back to me later, then I forgot to write it down.  When I first got there, before I flew, I saw the moon, huge, on the horizon.  I just knew I was going to get there.  But I lost it, then got trapped in the clouds.  I really thought I was going to get there this time.  :(

[Bathroom Problems]

Slept in trying to LD to the Runestone, hence the crazy dream recall.

Bathroom Problems
I have a hard time finding a bathroom. When I do it is very dark and has no running water. As I’m trying to go, two people roll into the room, having sex. I leave and find a room full of buckets. I use one of these for a toilet. I stare out a window and see 2 Flickers atop a hollow, dead pine tree. Scene sifts to me sitting at the top of this hollow tree using it for a toilet. I start nodding off atop the tree.

The End
A few of us flock to a church of my childhood to shelter in the thick stone basement, safe from whatever apocalyptic doom is coming. We survive it and I want to go out looking for other survivors. Everyone else is opposed because we can’t possibly take care of any more people. I set out on my own to look for survivors and to get away from the whiny, selfish people in the church basement.

The Carnival Plot
I am one of 4 kids plotting to go to a freak show kind of carnival. Our parents don’t want us to go. We meet in the base of a huge, hollow tree to put our money together and see if we have enough to get to the carnival and back. We do, but suddenly the tree is unstable and this ruins our plans. The other kids are upset and I buy us all chili, which makes us happy again. We start plotting a new way to get to the carnival.

New Apt
I am in a new upper apartment that has no screens on the windows. I watch the landlord, a pretty good looking guy, cutting screen and inserting it into frames for all the windows of the very large apt complex. Somehow, the screens seem sinister and I don’t want one on my window.

Hair Cut
K’s hair is really messy. I tell her she should get it cut. She doesn’t want to but I force her into it by telling her that if she doesn’t get it cut professionally I’ll hack all her hair off in her sleep the first chance I get. She goes and gets her hair cut super short, like a guy’s cut short, and is upset. I feel horrible for having made her do this.

A New Pet
Strolling by MPark I hear argument. I peer through a rail and see two guys arguing over a dog, they each claim the dog his. One guy is offer the dog money to go home with him. The other guy is trying to guilt trip the dog. I recognize this dog. I excitedly call, “WILFRED! COME HERE...HERE BOY!” He comes and we frolic about on the lawn, quite happily.
The 2 guys come and physically grab Wilfred and try to take him. Wilfred gets upset and like a little kid whines, “Just stop fighting! I can’t take it anymore!” He runs off. As he does his fur begins falling out. This makes me laugh because it is like the question I asked of WilfredTV. “Look! It’s  just like Elijah Wood said! Wilfred isn’t a naked man under the suit!” I turn to the two guys and realize one of them is Ryan aka Elijah Wood’s char... but he doesn’t look like EW. The other guy looks suspiciously like Norman from Bates Motel. I begin to wonder if I’m dreaming...
A scream interrupts the thought. Wilfred has snatched a wig off of an old lady and has put it on his head in a pathetic attempt to have hair again. He rounds a corner and is gone. Me and the two guys rush after him. We round the corner into a blizzard. Piles of snow are everywhere. Wilfred is not to be seen. The two guys just give up and turn to leave. Not me. I climb up onto a raised flower bed for a better view and find Wilfred there, still naked and mostly covered in snow. He looks dead, frozen solid. I dig him out of the snow and start rubbing his limbs and torso to warm him again. The guys stand there watching.
 I manage to revive Wilfred. I give him my red sweater to warm up in. The guys start arguing over him again but Wilfred tells them, “Screw the both of ya. You woulda left me there to die! I’m going home with her.” He hugs me tight and takes my hand and together we start for home.

Rubber Bands & Rings
I am at a place full of kids. I see one, my cousin CG, who is only about 5. I instantly hate him and want him out of the room. I think I’ll slap him up but then decide that’s too mean. I instead tickle him until he gets tired of me and leaves. I stand there breaking bits off of things in my pocket and eating them.
A baby JG is handed off to me. I feel awkward holding her and can’t get comfortable with her. She is about 6 months old, and I can make sense of her baby talk. People ask her questions and she answers. I translate.
I notice there is plastic hanging from her mouth. I pull it out and it just keeps on coming out. It is many rubber bands all tied together. They are all geometrical shapes. When I finally pull all of the bands out of her people yell at me and tell me to put them back. I can’t. I won’t.
It is then that I realize that I have been eating odd things too. I pull a bunch of cheap, gold covered tin rings out of my pocket. These are what I have been eating all a long, like peanuts or something. I throw all the rings away. I throw the geometric rubber bands away. Me and Baby JG will be better now despite everyone telling me that throwing those things away will make me and the baby sick.

[Organizing Art]

Organizing Art
I am sorting child like art and writing into folders. Some of the pieces are mine and I think, OMG, I really could draw when I was little. It had just seemed so normal to me that it wasn't anything outstanding at the time. I become a little bitter and depressed that no one encouraged me more when I was so young.

Split School
I am in one of my UP classes. I am waiting for my grades, everyone else got theirs and are bragging about their marks. This discourages me because I really thought I had a shot at the highest average award. I walk down the hall and now am in my older school where I took the business classes. I try to insert myself back into this environment but can't. Not after everything I learned in UP. It all feels very shallow. I try to find my way back to the UP classes and can't.

Weird Way Down
Me & F are high up on a ledge. I am not afraid of the heights (or splatting onto the ground far below). We are looking at birch trees for chaga. After much searching we can't find any so we have to find a way down from the ledge. We have to take a series of nets and ropes, pathways and strange, narrow stone bridges to get to the bottom. I ask, "Why must we always take the weird way down?" F laughs at this and replies, "Because you're a weirdo. If we took the elevator you'd complain the whole way down about how boring it is." This makes sense so I stop talking and enjoy the weirdness.

Health Food Place (may be connected to above)
Me and F are in a health food place in line. I see free samples for energy drinks and take one of each. There are also little green apples that have some kind of health food junk injected into them to make them 10x as nutritious. I hate apples but will try one of these. I shove one in my pocket but to my surprise, these are not free and am accused of shoplifting. An argument ensues. F pays for the apple and we leave. I am pissed off at him now because I feel as if I owe him for paying for something I didn't really want to begin with. I hate owing people anything and we argue as we walk down the street.

Portal Lesson
It feels like end times. It's dark and the city is very desolate. I think I am a man, one of my fellow soldiers? is wounded and we hide out in a house as I try to dress his wounds. He seems to have been near something that exploded. I have the unshakable feeling he is going to die. If he dies I will be alone.
Another guy comes in and tries to shoot us. I manage to wrestle him outside where I nail him to the ground. Once I'm sure he can't move I go back to my friend, who is now in the basement. I beg for him to teach me how to make a portal now. We have to get out of this place. The guy won't create one in a house. It's too dangerous.
Outside, the nailed to the ground guy starts screaming. I go check on him. He is breaking free because it is raining and the ground has grown soft. I tell him to stop. He won't. I sit on him and start punching him in the face trying to make him shut up. When he finally stops it is because I have killed him. I have smashed his face into mush. Shit! I climb off the guy and flop into the mud beside him. I lay on my stomach just looking at the guy's smashed face. While still laying there I wave my hand over the guy's face a few times and suddenly it is fixed. He is alive again. I tell him to be quiet. I will free him soon.
Back to the basement, my dying friend shows me a series of hand movements he uses to create a  portal. The palm of his hand glows. A small orb of light appears in the center of the room. As it grows it begins sucking small household items into it. I am about to attempt to heal my friend as I'd healed the other guy but am attacked suddenly. It is the nailed down guy. He's free and trying to choke me from behind. I manage to escape. I quickly do the portal hand jive thing and create a portal on the guy's chest. He suddenly implodes and is gone. I reverse the hand motion and my portal disappears.
I turn back to my friend to heal him. He is gone. His portal is now huge, nearly taking up half the room. It looks a lot like the circular, blinking, aura I see just before I get a migraine. This makes me wary of entering it. I close this portal and try to make a new one. I can't. I remember then that we can only create one portal a day. Now I'm stuck here alone for 24 hours. I begin foraging for food to try survive till tomorrow.