Apartment Store

I was out in a downtown area with Em (wife) and her parents, and it was either cloudy or starting to get dark. There were no open stores in along the street we were on. It all seemed very run down and deserted.

We came to the front of this one store that we could see inside of. It looked like there was either a renovation going on, or things had been pretty torn to shreds inside. There was a bunch of old furniture. Some of it was covered with sheets or plastic, and some wasn't. The front door was unlocked, so we went inside.

We went looking around, and the more we looked around, the more we realized that someone actually lived there, but they didn't seem to be home at the moment. There wasn't just the mess of renovation or destruction, but there was also a lot of clutter. There seemed to be a lot of trash or small broken items and maybe even old food just laying around on the floor and other various surfaces of the house.

The first room we were in was huge. It was at least a 30'x30' room, and there was a light on in the middle of the room. The light was something like what is used by painters and contractors to shine light on the walls and ceilings as their working on them. We walked around looking at everything and trying not to break anything else.

At the far side of the room, on the right hand wall, there was a big arched door. Through that door was the dining room and kitchen, and maybe even a breakfast nook area. Em and I went through there and looked around. There was a window seat in there that had another one of those spotlights focused on it, and there was a lot of stuff up on the counter space and on the floor.

While we were looking around, we started to think that the woman that lived here might come home and see us poking around and get all upset at us. I think we went back out into the living room, and about that time the woman showed up wondering what we were doing. I think we told her that we were looking around because we thought it was a store that was being renovated and not someone's house, and she believed us, but we left anyway.

Cleaning Aquariums

I started out at Stewart Middle School, and I was back in my eighth grade science class, but it was either before school or between classes. Mr. Kendall, my science teacher, was telling me about how I needed to clean out the aquariums that were in his classroom. I didn't feel much like it, but I figured I might as well.

Phil, a supervisor from Mercedes, was there, too. I was supposed to be working with him in order to get the aquariums cleaned out. We started out at this pretty large aquarium (three feet deep, two feet wide, and four feet long), and we had a metal blade window scraper with a long handle that we were supposed to use.

Phil started out scraping the left end of the aquarium glass from the inside, scraping off all the green algae. I was talking with him, and we were joking around a bit. Even though the scraper had a long handle, it was JUST long enough to reach the bottom and leave about three inches of handle above the water. It was just enough to hold on to, but whenever Phil or I tried to use it, we managed to get our hands a little wet. We traded off a couple of times before we finally got the aquarium scraped down.

Then we went to another classroom, which was still Mr. Kendall's room, and Leon (stoner guy from Mercedes) was there and trying to get a couple of smaller aquariums cleaned out, but he was having a lot of trouble doing it. The main problem was that because the handle of the scraper was short enough that your hand had to touch the water, Leon kept getting stabbed by these little black fish that had half inch needles sticking out from the tops of their heads. When he got too close, they'd swim up quickly and attack him, trying to stab his hand.

Phil, Leon and I stood around talking about it for a moment. Then Leon somehow equated it to ducks. He said that when a duck dies in the swamps, other ducks will eat it to stay alive. I thought that was really strange because I hadn't ever heard that before, but after he said it, I was watching it happen in my head. I saw a dead white duck that looked like it had been there for a while just laying in a bit of green marsh land. It was almost as if I were watching it on TV. Then another duck, which was mostly brown, came up to it and nibbled on a couple of the dead duck's feathers. It pulled them out and let go of them, letting blow off to the left in the breeze.

Then I was back in the first room with Phil. We were cleaning out the first aquarium again. Since we had just cleaned it out, it wasn't very dirty again yet, but it had already started to go all green within just a couple of minutes that we'd been gone. Phil, mostly, was working on scraping it down again. Then a bell rang or something, and it was time for class.

I was sitting in Mr. Kendall's class. Rather than desks, we were sitting at black topped tables. The were situated end to end for the most part, but they formed a "U" shaped layout. I was at the end, and the tables went off to my right, and then turned and went forward, and then turned again and the rest of the tables were in front of me.

Mr. Kendall came into class and told us all to get into our seats. I was already sitting, but there were a number of jocks that were up and running around on the far side of the class room, and they didn't have their shirts on. Mr. Kendall told them to get their shirts back on. The goofed around for a bit and then finally did what they were supposed to. Something about them having to put their shirts back on caused me to have to change my shirts with one of them. So I was there for a moment without my shirt while I was trading with someone.

Mr. Kendall came over from my right, which was where the door to the classroom was, and smacked me on the back of the head. Not hard, but just in a way that was kind of joking around, but also meaning to hurry up and get my shirt on. I did so, and as he turned his back, I picked my open book up from my desk and acted like I threw it over my shoulder at him. Other people in the class giggled a bit as I sat my book back down. I was laughing a little, too.

Then I noticed it was really quiet, and people were looking at me with a grin on their faces. I wondered what was going on, and then all of a sudden it occurred to me that Mr. Kendall had turned around in time to see me act like I was throwing my book over my shoulder at him, and he was standing right behind me as long as it took for me to notice him there. As I started to turn around, I think he had a hand out to the side of my head or something so that when I turned left, his finger jabbed my cheek. Everyone, including us, laughed about it.

Christmas Blizzard Ornaments

Em (wife) and I were at a place that was like a cross between home and a store. It was Christmas time, and we had a radio playing Christmas music. We were going to decorate our tree, but I think there was an issue with the ornaments. Either we didn't have any, or ours were lost.

I wound up going outside in my pajamas, and even though it was a blizzard out, and the snow was five to seven feet deep in spots, I wasn't cold. I was digging through the snow and finding ornaments for us to use for our tree. Also, even though I was outside, at times it also felt like I was inside with all this snow. I could still hear the radio playing the music, and I was still talking to Em.

There were some other people there with us, but I only recall hearing them, not seeing them. It was like having family over for the holidays, but they weren't family that I knew. It seems that an older man may have been giving me instructions on finding the ornaments in the snow that we wanted.

I finally found a bunch and went back inside. I was feeling a bit chilled now, but I was nice and dry, so I got into bed, which was right there in the middle of everything, and crawled up under our duvet to warm up. It was so nice and cozy.

She Had The Power

[There is a very bizarre portion at the beginning of this dream that I am trying to remember, and it really sets the stage for what happens later. There was something about being at a beach, I think, and we knew what the object was that we had gotten from the man.]

I was with Em (wife), and I had just been involved in something where I had found an object of some sort that belonged to a man. I'm not exactly sure in what way it belonged to him, though. By that, I mean it may have been something that he found or possessed, or it may have been something that was part of his body before he died, but it was something that shouldn't have been there in the first place.

Anyway, Em and I were outside in our neighborhood, and we came across this woman. She was short and had dark curly hair that was cut even with her jaw line. She was in her mid forties, and possibly Hispanic. She said that she had something to show us or tell us, and it involved this thing that had belonged to the man I mentioned above. She told us that he was her husband, and she had caused this thing that we now possessed of his to appear in or from his body.

We didn't believe her at first, and she asked that we follow her into a house. I'm not sure if it was her house or our house, but I know that my car and Em's car were parked in the HUGE garage. The garage was big enough to have held at least six cars, but it didn't look like it from the outside. We followed her in and she shut the door. The garage was lit by a single bulb in the middle of the ceiling, and so it was a bit dark in there.

She had Em to follow her over to my car. She told Em to stand at the front of my car, and she went around to the back end of it. After she was in place, she said that they were going to lift the car, so they both bent down, grabbed hold under each bumper, and lifted. Sure enough, the car came about three or four feet off the ground. Em was looking thrilled at this, and she was talking about how light the car felt.

They set the car back down, and they went through a couple of other exercises. The woman picked up the car from the back end, as if it were as light as a broomstick, and swung it around a bit. She then had Em to do the same from the front end of the car. Em managed to almost hit me with the car, and although she apologized, she was giggling quite a bit because of all the fun she was having.

I realized that this woman had strange powers that was was able to transfer to us in close quarters like this if she wanted to. At about the time I realized this, she stopped, put down the car, and had me follow her to a door on the far side of the garage. She opened the door, and it opened to the outside. There was nothing there but flat land that stretched as far as we could see. There were no features on this land. No trees. Not bumps. No buildings. Nothing. It was just completely flat and colorless.

She told us again that she had caused this thing from the man to appear. She was going to show us how she had done it. She seemed very sad, but she wasn't crying or anything. We knew that whatever it was had caused the husband to die, or he was dying anyway, and so she did something that made this object appear or come out of him.

She took a couple of steps outside, and Em and I waited in the garage while we watched her. She had her back to us, and she stopped, pulled off her shirt so that we could see her bare back. I don't think I actually saw it happen except in my mind's eye, but she slowly fell forward, like in a controlled fall, with her arms straight out to either side. As she touched the ground, I'm not exactly sure what happened. It's like parts of the ground heated up, as if it were snow melting, but other parts were moving around, as if it were being dug up. The digging wasn't like it was being done with a shovel. It was more like when you push your hand into a pile of loose damp sand. It just moves out of the way easily, and the surface bulges where your hand is under it.

Another object that was similar to the first one appeared, so we believed her about conjuring the first one from her husband. Another thing also appeared. It was a raw chicken breast. It came out of the ground clean, but it had a rougher texture to it than normal, almost as if it had a bunch of pores on the surface of it.

Even though the woman was still doing her melting/digging thing and didn't move in any way to do this, the chicken breast was tossed over to where we were just inside the garage. Our cat, Nellie Belle, was there, and she came over to the chicken and started sniffing it and nibbling at it. The woman continued what she was doing for a moment, and then the dream was over.

Remodeling For The Mob

I was at Grandmamma's house, but it had been sold to Al Capone, who actually looked like Robert Deniro. There was a team of people there working on remodeling. I was walking around and watching everything and interacting with a lot of the people. This is what the floor plan looked like for the part of the house I was in:













At one point I was in a room that looked like our guest room, (at the X) and I was near a closet, or maybe a small room where the air conditioner/heat unit was sitting, and I was looking around in this little cut out in the wall. I had picked up a bit of the dry wall compound and was playing with it. It had hardened up a little bit so it stayed intact when I picked it up, but it was soft enough that you could form it. I looked closely at it, and I noticed that it had fibers in it, kind of like fiberglass or nylon. The main person leading the renovation was there, and I asked him about it, and he said that I was correct. I rolled it into a hot dog shape and put it back into the hole in the wall that it came from. I laid it on it's side, and then squished it flat over the seam I had pulled it off of in the first place.

We then left that room and turned right up the hallway. At the end of the hallway was a very large room. It was the master suite. That room was mostly finished, and the guy leading me around (who seemed to remind me a bit of Tony Danza now) was talking about this room. I went off to the left, and I noticed that this room was painted a cream color, and there was light blue carpeting in place. There was a brick area in the middle of this part of the room, and though it took me a little bit, I recognized it as a fire place. In front of it was a bed. I thought it was really odd that the fireplace was in the middle of the room like this, and so I bent down and got on my hands and knees between it and the bed to look up into the opening and see the flu. For some reason I didn't really want to look into the darkness above, so as I bent down and started to look in, I asked Tony whether or not this was a fire place. He said that it was, and he seemed very happy about it.

At this point there was a woman there with him, too, but I don't know who it was. While I was down on the floor, I noticed that one of the bricks on the face of the fireplace seemed to be aligned wrong. It should have stuck out about a half an inch, lining up with the others to the right of it, creating a kind of lip or hood that stuck out a little from the face of the fireplace. I reached up to touch it, and the brick moved. I realized that it wasn't secured in place, and that it was only being held up because of being wedged in there. The mortar had come lose from the sides of the brick.

I mentioned this to Tony, and he didn't seem to think it was a big deal. I thought to myself how if I were putting this together for the mob, I would think it was a big deal to get everything right because I might be killed if I didn't. I wound up pulling the brick out and laying it on the carpet. I then noticed that the two bricks that were to the left that that one were also loose. I pulled those out and sat them all on the carpet. I told Tony that I'd leave them there so that they could see them and fix them. He thought that was a good idea, and then we moved on.

We went to the front area of this room, which reminded me of my old room that was downstairs in Grandmamma's house. Tony stopped me in front of the closet. There was a dresser there in front of the closet door that was at least four feet tall, and there was already a bunch of decorations on it. They were things like candles and bricks.

Tony said something like, "Hey, check this out!" and he grabbed a remote. It had been fairly dark in here up to this point, but when he clicked the remote, a 42 inch plasma TV that was hanging right above the dresser came on. He had told me about his plans to do this somewhere earlier in the dream. When he showed me, I thought it was pretty cool, but then as I continued to look at it, I realized that the picture was all funny. It was like the screen was too light, but there was a problem with the "darkness threshold", and places where it should gradually go into black, like dark shadows and whatnot, had harsh lines around them. I remember noticing that they were using DirecTV when he first clicked it on. I don't remember what was on TV, but it was something that was outside, and it seemed to be maybe a western, or just something taking place outside in a desert like area. The movie seemed kind of old, and I wondered if that was the reason why the TV seemed to not be able to handle the color gradation.

When he was done, he turned off the TV. I noticed that there had been bricks placed in front of it to hide the TV when it wasn't in use. I was trying to situate the bricks back into place, but they didn't seem to cover the TV very well. There were only five bricks, and they were supposed to be standing on end. The TV had shrunk way down. The brick that was supposed to stand in the middle was longer than the others by 50%. I finally realized that this brick had some hooks on it, and there was a hook or hinge on the wall that it was supposed to sit on while the hook on the side of the brick latched around the right side of the TV. I was worried about scraping up the screen while I was putting the bricks back, but there was something there was was preventing me from doing it, and I was glad about that. The last thing that I needed was for Al Capone to be mad at me for scratching up his TV.

Tysabri At The Dentist

Em (wife) and I had gone to a dentist office, and she was there for her first Tysabri (MS Drug) infusion. This office was one that I've seen in another dream, and it also seemed a little like one of the doctor's offices that we went to off of 121 to see Dr. Bartolomae when they were first diagnosing Em with MS.

It was raining out, and we had gotten there very early in the morning. In fact, we had gotten there before the office had even opened. Somehow we were allowed to go inside and sit in the waiting area even though the doors and windows to the main office area were closed.

We sat there to the left of most of the seating area, and there were other people around waiting, too. Most of them were there to see the actual dentist, which it turned out was in an office that was on the other side of the waiting room. So the building had a layout similar to this:









We were sitting where the red dot is. To the left, the booth type area sticking out of the wall is where the receptionist area for the Tysabri office was. The area with the gray carpet is where the receptionist area was for the dentist, and the area to the far right where the door is the actual waiting area for the dentist.

While we were waiting, they were announcing for various people over the intercom to come to their appointment. At one point there was a bit of confusion, and when someone was called, they didn't know which office to go to. The receptionist to the Tysabri office was kind of there (but kind of not, too ???) and I said something about how they needed to specify which office to go to or to have a separate waiting room for the dentist. She agreed and mentioned something about the dentist office already having their own waiting area on the other side of the dentist reception office.

We waited around for a short bit longer, and the office finally opened and we were able to go in, but the dream ended before we actually got into the office.

Bill Clinton's Deadly Jelly Farm

I started out down in bottom half of the dairy barn that used to belong to grandmamma. Em (wife) and I were there, and we went to the far side and started to go up the steep stairs to the top half of the barn where the basketball hoop is. After we got upstairs, it seemed to be much bigger than it is in waking life.

As I turned around to talk to Em, the scenery changed, and I was in a barn that was much like the Big Barn that was across the street from Grandmamma's house. We were on some sort of tour. When we first started the tour, we were in a lower level of the barn, and there were lots of cows around. It was very dark in there, and it was either very cloudy out or it was heading into night time.

As we walked through the bottom part of the barn, we saw a lot of cows off to either side. Many of them looked at us as we went by, but they all looked very sick or something. Barns are dirty anyway, but this barn and the cows in it seemed especially dirty. The cows were covered with mud and manure, and they all looked very sad.

Former president Bill Clinton was there, and it turned out that he was the one that owned the place. He was showing us something about how things would get pushed down the main part of the hallway. The things that were getting pushed was stuff like hay, cattle, and jars of grape jelly, which somehow was produced by the cows. The items were starting at the far end of the dark hallway at an open door, and being pushed along by a mechanism in the floor that was pulled by a chain on a set of pulleys. It was just a metal plate about one foot tall and as wide as the ten foot wide hallway that moved things.

Somewhere along the way something happened, and the grape jelly jars, which were the size of the #10 cans of fruit you see at Sam's Club, had to go down a foot or so step that was in the middle of the hallway. I didn't want to get caught in the falling jelly, so I turned and started to go the other way.

I guess the jelly was moving faster than I thought, and I just just gotten down the step when suddenly the step seemed much bigger, like maybe three feet high at least. The jelly started falling off the step (but landing correctly!) to continue their journey down the hallway, and because I didn't move fast enough, it started catching me on the back of my right heel.

It caused me to stumble, and the jelly kept falling. It feel on my legs, then my back and arms, and then my head. It wound up crushing me to death.

After this happened, I was able to watch this happen all over again from outside the perspective of my body. I was standing/hovering off to what had been the right of the hallway (when I was facing up stream initially), looking down and back. I watched the huge jelly jars fall and crash on me, and some of them broke, and some of them didn't.

It seems that I wound up seeing it happen yet again, but this time Bill Clinton was the one that got caught under the jelly as it came crashing down.

Mowing Yard And Ordering Pizza

I started out approaching Mike's (former step-father) house. I went in the door by the driveway and went back into the old kitchen. It seems that the old kitchen and the new kitchen were both functioning, and mom was using the old kitchen for cooking.

I forget what she was cooking, but at one point she was boiling something and it kept boiling over. She finally gave up on whatever it was and resigned to going and sitting in the old dining room and being upset about trying to figure out what we were going to eat. I wound up suggesting to her that we could order from Domino's. She said no, that it would be too expensive because Nicole (cousin) was coming over, as well as Uncle Rollin and a couple of other family members. I told her about the deal where if you order at least three medium pizzas, then they're just $5 each. She hadn't realized that, and she agreed that it was a good idea. So she went to the phone to order the pizza.

While she did that, I went back out the front door to the driveway. Nicole had shown up, but she was a younger version of herself, probably about 19 or so. (she's actually probably close to 33 or so in waking life) She came in and we chatted for a moment and then she went off to find mom.

I wound up going outside, past the end of the house where the kitchen was, and to the area between the "garden" and the chicken house and garage. I noticed that the grass was really tall, about two or three feet, and so I decided to mow it.

My brother Eric was outside, and we were talking while I was mowing. I think I was trying to help him out with some problem he was having, or maybe I was just trying to talk more confidence into him for some reason. After I finished mowing the yard (which only took a few minutes despite the fact that the yard is over an acre big) we wound up going around to the other end of the house near where the little maple tree used to be.

We were still talking, but I was starting to realize that I had done a really poor job of mowing the yard. I had missed whole strips of grass, or just spots here and there. So there were these areas, some small and some big, where the grass was still two or three feet tall. I didn't want to go back and mow those spots, but I think Eric was telling me that I needed to. I basically told him that I didn't want to, and that was the end of it. We talked for a short bit more before the dream ended.

Watching Over Them

I started out at Weyers Cave Elementary School, and I was out in the parking lot where the buses used to pick up the kids. Mike (former step-father) had parked his car near the end of the lot facing towards the street. I'm not sure who it was, but someone had brought me here so that I could pick up Mike's car. We dawdled around for a bit, talking and such, and I finally got around to getting into his car and driving it home (grandmamma's house).

After getting there, Sandy (mother of Ronnie, a friend from school and church) was dropping off Harold and Mary for my mom to watch. Harold is three years younger than me in waking life, but in this dream he was still in his early teens, Mary was two years older, and I was the age that I currently am (29). This was some sort of special occasion for mom to watch them. There was something going, like a funeral or something, but no one was dressed up for it.

While Harold and Mary were there, there were some other kids there, too, but I don't remember who it was. They were younger than Harold and Mary, probably in the range of four to eight years old. All these kids seemed to be here for the same reason. Their parents had gone to this funeral, or something else that was sad and heavy and difficult to make it through. I was helping mom to watch all these kids, about six or so in all.

During their stay, I was mostly in the living room and dining room, and in the kitchen just a little bit. At first Harold and Mary started out annoying me by doing things that I can't remember now. I didn't feel like watching them at all, but I did anyway.

Then at some point some event happened that caused the mood of things to change. I think that whatever the parents were doing, the kids, specifically Harold and Mary, had realized exactly what was going on, and they became more somber and quiet and very sad. I felt bad for them, and I realized that they were only acting out to get attention in the first place. I wound up talking to each of them for a bit, feeling more and more compassion for them as time went on.

Eventually their mom came to pick them up, and I was was seeing them off through the back door in the kitchen. I was trying to tell them that things were going to be okay, and I wound up giving each of them, including their mom, a big hug, which it seemed that they all needed.
I had a feeling that all of us were going to be better friends from this point forward.

Grilled Chicken Insulation

I forget where I was starting out from, but I was in a car and on my way to a big house that was up in the woods, which may have been somewhere in the Charlottesville, Virginia area. After I arrived up there, there were a number of people there that were very familiar to me, but I don't seem to know most of them in waking life. John Locke (from the TV show "Lost" may have been there) Also, a woman that my wife and I refer to as "Sabine" (neighbor across the street married to Chad) was there.

I eventually wound up in the kitchen, which was a very wide open place. As I walked in, to my right was the main portion of the kitchen with the cabinets, stove, fridge, sink and all that. There was an island in the middle that actually had the sink in it, and a ledge that acted as a back splash. In front of me was the dining area, which had big windows that faced outside to the wooded area. Off to the right was a door that went out to a large patio and stairs that went down into an overgrown yard.

Here's a 3D rendering I made of the layout. The thing just inside the kitchen from the hallway entrance is the fridge. It's a bit of a funny angle and difficult to see here.










There were a couple of people in the kitchen, and Sabine was standing near me. Somehow we got to talking on the subject that we heard that grilled chicken made great insulation for a house. We had a wooden breadbox that didn't have a back to it, and we opened the front door of it. We decided that this was going to be the start of my house, and so we had a big pile of grilled chicken that we started to fit inside the breadbox just behind where the door closes.

She started out by putting one piece in on the right hand side, and then trying to put another piece in 3 inches behind it. I told her that wouldn't work because the air would get through there too easily. We proceeded to use a lot of chicken and build a "wall of chicken" in the front of the breadbox. After a little bit, all that was left was a space near the top, and so we had to start cutting pieces of chicken to fit.

We were having trouble getting the last piece to fit, and we started having doubts about this working. So we took the box and went outside to the deck area, and there were a number of people milling around out there kind of like they were looking for something or trying to map something out. We asked the one that looked like John Locke about the "Grilled Chicken As Home Insulation" theory, and he said that it should work. So we went back inside and tried some more.

As we kept trying to get pieces to fit, I started thinking about the chicken rotting or attracting bugs, and I was starting to doubt how well this would really work. I was considering stopping, but at the same time I didn't see any reason why we should.

My Geo Metro

I believe I started out where I was driving a white Geo Metro convertible on an interstate highway on a mountain. It was foggy and a bit misty out, so I was trying to be careful. The area I was in had the feel of Afton Mountain along interstate 64 in Virginia, but I'm not sure if that's where it was actually supposed to be.

I was coming across the highest point and started down the other side, and it got to be sunny and warm out. I came to a very wide bridge that was at least five or six lanes across, and there was a lot of construction that had taken place there. There currently wasn't anyone working, but all the machinery was around, and there were huge piles of dirt and not much in the way of grass on the land areas I could see that were around and under the bridge. The bridge itself wasn't very high. Maybe about only 30 feet or so. It was just over a dip in the terrain, and that dip seemed to have been worked on to be "fixed", although from what I could tell it was just being smoothed out.

I got out of my car and was walking around since it mostly deserted, and I saw Doug (from Mercedes) there. He was looking around at all the construction and trying to decide which way would be the best for a detour through it.

Then I was at a house on a wooded suburb street. It was night time, and I was there with a number of friends. I decided that I wanted to figure out how the convertible top worked on the Metro, so I got into the car to leave. One of the girls decided that she wanted to come along, too. So we were driving down the street, and I was trying to lift the top while I was going, thinking that the force of the wind would blow it back if I got it pushed up high enough, even though I wasn't going very fast. It didn't seem to want to move very well, and I was afraid of breaking it.

As we continued down the road, I noticed that we were sitting in the back seat of the car, even though I was still driving. So I was driving from the back seat somehow. Anyway, I decided to hit a button on the convertible top, and as smooth as can be it lifted itself up and folded itself back. I hadn't realized the thing was motorized, and I was happy when I found out it was. There was something about this that reminded me of a Toyota Celica that I had looked at (in waking life) over eleven years ago. Perhaps it was because when I actually test drove the Celica, it had a Batmobile quality to it with all the electronics that surrounded the driver, and the technology of the button to open the top on the Metro reminded me of that.

We got to the end of the street and turned right. Shortly after we were at a skating rink. All of the other friends had shown up there to meet us, and we went in. I looked around at the arcade briefly, and I wound up leaving again.

I found Brian (a guy from church and school that went into the army), and I was telling him about the skating rink. He wanted to go there, so we went back. When we went to go into the front doors, they had a bunch of bleachers (like from local outside sports events) that were in the way, almost as if they were a type of rotating door. They didn't rotate, but it was an obstacle that you had to get through in order to get into the place.

Brian crawled through just fine, with hardly any more effort than walking through a door. I, on the other hand, had a difficult time. I think it was because of my weight. There were these glass or plastic rods that ran horizontal that were far enough apart for Brian to make it through, but I couldn't fit. After I got stuck and was just kind of hanging in there, I turned around and looked at the one that was stuck at the top of my stomach. I noticed that it had a name on it, along with a number. I also noticed that it was yellow, and this time around it looked more like opaque glass than plastic. I'm not sure what I used, but I found something to cut it carefully at the ends, which were about a foot apart. I cut a couple of others and I finally got through and into the skating rink.

Somehow I realized that the names were names of children. Their first and last names were on there, although I'm not sure what the numbers were. It had something to do with contacting them, I think, and I started to worry about the kids. I realized that this was some sort of privacy and safety issue because now anyone could find them with this information. I went in and showed them to Brian and a couple of women he was talking to, who happened to work there. No one really took notice of them even though I was pretty upset that someone was going to be able to find and kidnap or harass or molest the kids.

Burning the Poison

I believe I started out with Em (wife), and her parents were there, and there was a big hubbub about the Tysabri (MS treatment). I don't remember the specifics, but there was a point where Em and I were in a kitchen of some house that I don't recognize, but it was supposed to either be our house or her parents'. Her mom was going around and hounding us about something related to the Tysabri. Whatever it was, we basically just kept trying to shrug it off and ignore her.

We got tired of her mom behaving this way, so we wound up leaving. I found myself at a different house, and Em was no longer there. The house was in the same city as the other house I had just been in, but it was in more of a downtown area that were like a bunch of townhouses. I was just inside the front door of this one townhouse, and I was with a black family. There was a girl that was about my age, a mom (who I know was there, but I don't actually remember seeing her) and a dad who had a bit of grey hair and was a doctor.

I noticed that I had a huge scab the size of a 50 cent piece on the shin of my right leg, and I remembered that it was from a bad case of poison ivy I had had a few months previous. The dad was telling me that there was still poison in a little pocket under the scab, and I had to open up the wound and burn out the poison.

For some reason, burning out the poison didn't sound terrible to me, so I proceeded to pull my knee way up close to my face and hold my shin horizontal while I picked off the scab. After having the scab off, the wound was oozing a clear liquid that I knew was the poison. The wound was actually deep enough to act as a little "cup" to hold the oozing poison as long as I kept my shin horizontal and facing straight up.

I believe I was trying to move around while holding my shin up in the air, and I wound up outside. While moving around, the poison started sloshing around in the hollow of the wound. I was trying to be careful, but it kept sloshing over the rim of the wound and washing down across my leg. I knew that allowing this to happen was going to cause the poison ivy to spread. At one point I made a sudden movement and the poison shot up towards my knee. Since my knee was still by my face while I was keeping the shin horizontal, I felt that in order to keep the poison from spreading, I had to slurp it into my mouth and hold it there.

It was shortly after this, while I was out in front of the house, that the father/doctor finally came over and said he would burn away the poison now. I worried about it burning me, too, and he must have seen it on my face because he told me not to worry because it would actually feel very cool. I nodded and he brought out what looked like a small Zippo lighter. He clicked it and there was a tiny flame on the top that was less than a quarter of an inch long. He reached over and touched it to one of the wet spots on my leg where the poison had run over. Immediately every place the poison was lit and burned for a brief moment as a faint blue flame, almost like a propane fire. It disappeared after just a moment, and then he repeated the process.

I noticed during this time that the fire actually did have a cool feel to it. In the dream, it seemed to have something to do with fire pulling the heat out of the poison, making the poison colder, and therefore cooling my leg. This happened both times he set the poison on fire.

After he was done, even though I still had a mouth full of poison, I asked him what to do with the poison in my mouth. Should I spit it out onto my leg and let him flame that, too? Should I just spit it on the ground? He just said, "No," but after almost making his way back into the house while I was asking him, he turned around, I spit it out onto my leg, and he lit the fire for the third time. This time didn't seem to burn as cleanly, having a lot of yellow tongues of flame show up because of the spit that was mixed in with the poison.

Gift Shopping For Em

I was at a house much like the house I grew up in, but it was before there had been any additions done to it. I was in the "old kitchen" with Em, my wife, and it was dark outside. We were cooking something, and I think it may have been donuts, and we were trying to fry them in grease in our medium sized sauce pan.

Shortly after this, we got together with Em's mom, who I guess was staying with us, and we got into Em's car and left. It was now lighter outside, but it had the feeling of being midday while it was dreary and raining heavily on a cold autumn or winter day. Em's mom was driving, and we went to a local mall. I think Em and her mom went off shopping elsewhere because I had to get a gift for Em's birthday. I went into smallish bookstore, and somewhere along the way my youngest brother Matthew showed up and was shopping with me.

We were looking at this long table that had a bunch of puzzles on top of it and underneath it. I knew Em would like a really cool puzzle, and so I looked for a while to find the perfect one. I picked up and looked at a couple to see what they were, but put them back because they didn't seem quite right. One of them that I picked up was by the same people that did a poor and fuzzy puzzle of St. Peter's Cathedral that Em, her mom and I put together during one of her visits in waking life. I was disgusted at seeing this one in the selection, so I put it back.

After looking around for a bit more, I found a couple of really cool ones. I knew right away that Em would get a good kick out of them. I took them to the counter and told them to hold them because I'd like to pay for them when I'm done looking around. As I went back to browsing, Matthew and I found a bunch of tables that had all sorts of different types of teddy bears on them. There was one type that looked like a well-worn Paddington Bear, there was one dressed up as Santa Claus, and a bunch of generic ones all dressed up in different ways and in different sizes.

I was wondering if there were people waiting on me in order to be able to pay for their selections, too, and I think I either decided they were, or I was told by the cashier that they were. After paying for them, Matthew and I left.

We got onto a bus with a bunch of other people that were going to Em's birthday party, too. Em was sitting up close to the driver, and I was about halfway back in the bus because I didn't want her to see the gifts that I had bought for her. A number of people around me were asking me about the puzzles.

Finally we arrived at Em's birthday party. We were in a huge castle like building that had a ball room that was several hundred feet wide and long, and about 30 feet high. Everyone was all dressed up in formal attire and standing around the entrance to the ballroom. There was a side door on the left that Em's mom came out of. She looked more like Julie Andrews, and she came out with a spotlight on her, and she started singing something for Em's birthday. She was dancing around while the spotlight followed her.

Then Em came out of the side door, dressed up in a dress like Shirley Temple would have worn. She had something in her hand that was like a glittery fairy dust, and she was tossing it around while she danced, and throwing it into the path of her mom. As they danced over the dust, it caused the floor around their steps to appear to ripple like gold glittery water, although it was still quite solid. My viewpoint of this whole thing was one of following them around while they danced, but it was nothing more than a "camera view" as I knew I was still standing with the crowd and watching from afar.

After the song and dance were done, everyone applauded and gathered around Em to present her with their gifts.

After the gifts, we left to go home. Well, at least that's how it started. We were in Em's Lancer, and her mom was driving again. We were all in our normal daily clothes, and the feeling of formality and fun were completely gone, as if we had never had the party for Em. As we came up outside our house, which was a house I've never actually seen in waking life, I saw that the road went across in front of it and then turned and went up past the right side. We were coming from the left. The driveway, rather than running straight into the garage, curved around, entering the yard at the front and leaving the yard on the right side, connecting the two portions of road that went around the house.

Across the road that ran past the side of the house, there was as chain link fence, a huge cement parking lot, and then something that looked like a huge factory that may have been about a half a mile away, although it was VERY tall. It was the airport, and it turned out that we were on our way there to drop off Em's mom, even though she was the one driving.

For some reason she had gotten the idea that she needed to drive through our driveway in order to get to the other portion of road that went up to the chain link fence and gate. It wasn't until a lot of arguing happened and we had almost turned into our driveway that she relented and went around the yard instead of through it to get to the airport. We went up to the gate and drove slowly in.

Helicopter Stunt Man Is An Idiot

I had been inside of Mike's (former step-father) house, and I kept hearing a helicopter flying by somewhere close. I eventually made my way outside and saw it in action. It came flying, very quickly, from the direction of Weyers Cave. It was an overcast day out, and the cloud cover made it easy to watch the helicopter wherever it went.

It zoomed by me, leaned forward quite a bit, and it was picking up speed. After it got past our house, it suddenly straightened out and shot upward. As I watched it, it started to do a backwards loop way up in the sky. I thought to myself, "In a helicopter?" because I know that helicopters aren't meant to be able to do stuff like this. I watched as it looped around back in the direction of Weyers Cave and start coming down again. For a moment it looked like he would manage to pull it off and do the complete loop. But that moment was brief, and he slammed right into the ground across the road from me about 1000 feet away.

So soon after the crash that the wreckage hadn't even stopped moving yet, the pilot jumped out, along with several other people. The pilot was an older man, about 60 or so, and had white hair. I quickly realized that the other people jumping out were his family. Even though the old guy was a white guy, his family was all Mexican. There were two women in their early 20s, and about five or six kids that were between the ages of a couple of months and six years old.

I felt very angry, and I thought to myself about how much of an idiot this man was for pulling a stupid stunt like that, especially when he had his whole family in the helicopter with him. No one was hurt despite the fact that no one was buckled in or had on safety gear, but the idea of it just appalled me.

New Nissan and the Key Room House

This whole dreams takes place in some city/town I've never been in. It was evening time, and I decided to go out car shopping. I went to the Nissan place and found a truck that I liked. It was purple, and even though it was new, it was one of the older model boxy looking Frontiers. I got that, plus a couple of replacement tires while I was there.

I drove it to some neighborhood and got out and Em (wife) and I talked to a couple of people from work (Mercedes). It was now night time, and we were on a street that had a lot of cars parked along the side of it. With the direction I was facing, the street and cars were on my right side, and the houses were on the left. The houses were single story brick homes that had the feel of having been there from the 70s or 80s. The cars on the street were parked so tightly together that it looked like it would be impossible for any of them to get out if they needed to.

I think that the people that we were talking to may have actually been telling me to move my new truck because the street was already too crowded. Em and I wound up getting into the truck and leaving. We couldn't get the truck turned around where we were, so we went to the cul de sac at the end of the street to turn around. While we were there turning around, we started talking the grandfather of one of the people that we had just been speaking with. It turned out that he had died, and we were talking about his burial. I realized, as we were coming up to the cul de sac, that he had been buried on the far side of the cul de sac, right beside the road.

The headlights shown upon his grave for a moment, and I pointed it out to Em. It was a very fresh burial, and the pile of dirt was very rocky and course, and about 3 feet high. At first Em had been saying that he wasn't buried there, but after seeing the fresh burial plot, she realized he was. We got the truck turned around and left from the other end of the street.

We decided to go home, which was up on top of this big hill that had trees around the back side of it. After getting out of the truck, we decided to take the tree that was standing in the back of the truck and plant it. We dug a big hole right next to the driveway to put it in, but then we decided it was too late to continue planting the tree, so we stopped and went inside and went to sleep.

The next morning I got up and was walking through the house looking for the bathroom. There was a long hallway in the middle of the house that had 3 levels to it. It wasn't quite as much difference as multiple stories, but it was 3 to 4 feet difference between each level. From the direction I was heading in, the hallway was heading up. I got up to the second level, and the bathroom was up there on the left.

After leaving the bathroom, I looked up at the next level of the hallway, which was about 30 to 50 feet away, and there were three girls there that were between the ages of 10 and 13. Somehow I knew that they controlled that far end of the house even though they were just here for a visit.

I turned and left the hallway and wound up outside. I passed a number of people from work who were now up and milling around. There were a couple of people from the receiving department, such as John the temp (with the rough voice). There were also a lot of people from the key room. They were all standing around and admiring the new truck from a distance. They saw me and started asking who's it was, and I told them it was mine. They were surprised, but happy for me.

I went around to the other side of the truck and looked where I had dug the hole for the tree that was still sitting in the back of the truck. It was almost as if the hole were dug in the side of a hill that was about 3 feet high and 4 feet around, and it faced out towards the front of the hill, rather than straight up like it should for a tree.

While I was looking at the hole and the tree, Russ (from the key room) came up and started talking to me about the truck. He saw the extra tires and asked about them. I told him why I had them, and he looked at them for a moment and then at the truck. He said that all the tires were too big, and that's why they were all slipping on the rim a quarter of an inch. I looked at the front driver's side tire to see what he was talking about, and sure enough where the edge of the tire sits on the rim, it had slipped inwards on the rim about a quarter of an inch. It was like the rim stuck out because of it. This made it so the tire didn't have much grip on the rim, and the rim would just spin inside the tire if the gas were hit fast enough.

Russ started telling me that I should take the truck back and have them to "fix it" and give me the correct tires. As he said this, I was looking inside the cab of the truck, which seemed very old and shabby like it was an old farm truck or something. It was also very roomy, like maybe it was a big commercial truck inside or something. I saw someone in the passenger floor board having a look around, but I don't know who it was. Somehow, from inside the truck I also got a good look at the front tires of the truck, and I realized that those were the only ones that were "154", like the extras were labeled. All the others were higher numbers. When I say all the others, I mean the other six wheels. I noticed that the truck had four axles distributed evenly under the truck, so there were eight wheels total.

At this point I went back inside and decided to take a shower. I went to go back up to the bathroom, but the girls from earlier had blocked off the way using venetian blinds. They wouldn't move up or down or forward or back, but I tried to climb up through them, but I couldn't get through without destroying the blinds.

I turned around and went back towards the beginning of the hallway, and I wound up in grandmamma's kitchen. Mom was there, and I think she was dressed kind of like she was getting ready to go to a rave or something. He had on fairy wings and glitter on her cheeks and around her eyes.

Also in the kitchen are quite a few of the key and lock people from work again. Don (the one that looks like a gorilla), Cynthia (like a fat Whoopie Goldberg), and Pete (Teresa) were there for sure, as well as a couple of others. Grandmamma may have even been there, but I'm not sure. Anyway, Don had a model of the house that he was able to hold up and show everyone. When he did so, though, it was almost as if it pulled you in and you were standing inside the model itself.

He was talking about selling most of the house, even though it wasn't his to begin with, and keeping the master suite for himself and remodeling it to be like a small apartment. The master suite was upstairs in the attic area above the kitchen, which was supposed to have been at the far end of that blocked off hallway. You would enter through a normal sized door, and there was a 8 foot wide walkway, and on either side of it there was nothing. No floor, and nothing below it except a kind of a pit or something. At the far end of the walkway, which was about 20 feet long or so, was a loft/platform area where the master bedroom suite was actually supposed to be. The ceiling overhead was a very steep pitched roof, almost one like you'd expect to find far up north so the snow can all easily slide off.

Don was talking about covering over the left side of the pit, but leaving the right, and adding a bathroom and living space there, and keeping the far platform area for the bedroom. As he was talking about all of this, Cynthia was laughing at him because she thought that it was ridiculous and she was sure that he'd never follow through with it because he's too lazy and unmotivated to do anything except talk and brag about it.

After that, I left again and went back out to the truck.

Walking The Neighborhood

I was walking around through my neighborhood, and there was something about seeing the new people that had moved in recently (in waking life) and all their junk outside of their house. I saw all six of their cars sitting there, including the little broken down yellow sporty car.

There was a brief moment of being inside their house and looking around at their stuff, and then I was outside again. The day was gray and cold, but I liked it. Em (wife) and I walked back up our street to our house talking about the new neighbors.

Fifth Anniversary Of 9/11

I was in a city, possibly Harrisonburg, and John (PDC manager for Mercedes in Texas) was with me. He was showing a black Maybach to a potential customer. He opened the back door on the driver's s side, and I wound up getting into the back. I was thinking about how much room there should be in the back seat because of the stuff I've see in real life about the reclining seats in the back. He closed the door on me, got into the driver's seat, waited for the customer to get into the passenger front seat, and then we left and went to head towards Mike's (former step-father) house.

On our way to Mike's house, we passed by Lower Manhattan. It was the fifth anniversary of the World Trade Center attacks, and they were supposed to be dedicating a new building that was going to stand in place of the original twin towers. I'm not sure if I thought it, or if someone around me said it, but I realized that this was going to be an opportunity for a new group of attackers to try the whole thing over again to take out the new building.

As we passed by Lower Manhattan, I saw that the top floor of the building was indeed on fire, and thick black smoke was billowing everywhere. We assumed that there had been another attack, and we left the area quickly and arrived at Mike's house.

After arriving there, I got out of the car, and I was in the front yard area just out from the end of the house. There were some other people there, but I'm not sure who they were. There were a number of them outside and watching the smoke and fire live over in the direction of the Blue Ridge Mountains, as if Lower Manhattan was no farther than a couple of miles from central Virginia where we were standing.

I went inside, and there were even more people there watching the whole event on TV. Mom was there, as was Eric and Matthew (brothers), Mike, Carol (his wife) and a couple of other adults that I didn't really recognize. I watched the TV for a little while with them, and people kept running around trying to figure out what to do, as if they could do anything to stop what was going on or protect themselves because they thought they were going to be the next target. As I was watching the TV, it was less like watching it on a screen, and more like being in a helicopter and flying around the top of the whole scene and seeing it first hand. I could see that the fire had spread to the top floors of a lot of other buildings in the surrounding area. It was a very odd scene because the main building was taller than the other buildings, but all the other buildings, while shorter, were exactly the same. They all looked like 15 story versions of the WTC buildings. They were all rectangular, flat on top, spaced evenly, and just generally nondescript.

While looking at these fires, someone was there next to me, and they were giving me a report of what I was seeing. They were telling me that the fire was spreading around all the top floors, but that was okay because the fires would be put out soon and there would be no serious damage. To me, though, the scene looked horrible. I couldn't see how these buildings were going to survive. It looked like nothing but fire and smoke everywhere with nothing but little glimpses the buildings in between and the new building standing there taller than the others, all on fire.

I then left the house again and went outside into back eastern corner of the yard. It was from there, on the opposite side of the yard from where everyone else had been standing outside, that I could see things the best. As I got over into the area, Madonna showed up. She kind of walked in front of me in a stooped down manner, and I noticed that her butt crack was sticking up over the top of her brown jeans.

The next part is pretty fuzzy, but I think what happened was that she turned around and faced me after a moment, and she had a wooden stand or case or something that held katana swords, and she was offering for me to take my pick of one to use. She looked more like an older Asian woman with a scarf or something tied around the top of her head holding back her long hair. I took one, I think, and we may have dueled or something. I think that afterwards I went back over to the front of the yard and was slashing at the ground just to see it open up in huge slices. I think I may have also talked with someone briefly while slashing, and then I think I went inside to my room, which was there at the same end of the house I had just been outside of.

Pact Of The Assassins and Afton Mountain

I was part of a group of assassins, and there was something about either we were all enemies already, or we were pitted against one another by some higher person or group. There were a couple of men and a couple of women there, about five or six total. The whole thing had the feel of the part in "Kill Bill" where the assassins are at the church killing Beatrix's soon-to-be family. The fights also had that feel of style to them, and the attitudes were pretty cool and collected, yet cruel and vengeful.

I don't remember most of what happened, but I know at first we were sneaking around the inside of a big house and fighting against one another with swords and various projectile weapons like darts or knives. A couple of the other assassins got killed off pretty quickly, and pretty soon I think it was down to me, one guy, and two women. One of the women was dark haired, and maybe even asian, and the other was blond. I don't really what the guy looked like. I do know that the dark haired woman especially had it out for me.

Towards the end it seemed like maybe we were in a school rather than a house, and off of the side of one of the main rooms we had been fighting in there was a big bathroom that looked like a large public bathroom. I think it was supposed to be a men's bathroom, and that's why I was surprised when the women showed up in there looking for me while I was in one of the stalls. There was a brief fight that ensued, and then we stopped for a bit.

I believe that I had done something to kill or seriously hurt the blond woman, and it was at this point that we all really realized that out of all of us, only one was going to survive this. We made a pact to figure out how to get out of the house together without being detected by the person or group that had put us there in the first place, and once we were out, we'd go our seperate ways, never looking for one another again.

The dark haired woman was pretty beaten up. She had lots of cuts on her face and seemed pretty bruised up, and her clothes were torn and dirty. I think all of us were pretty much the same way. She decided to go and clean up in the bathroom before we tried to leave. The other guy and I were supposed to watch the door and make sure that no one came in to attack us.

While she was cleaning up, one or more of us had a sudden distrust of all the others that we were going to really try to see this through in a civil manner, and I think there was a brief drawing of swords again before we agreed to put them away, finish cleaning up, and get going.

Soon after we wound up leaving together, and we drove through Weyers Cave. I think that somewhere at the beginning of the dream we had been to the gas station that was at the end of 256 on the other side of Rt. 11, and we had planted bombs or missiles, or we had left something next to the pumps at the back corner of the parking lot with an intent to hide it and then the winner was going to pick it up later.

We were in an older Jeep Cherokee, and the guy was driving pretty fast through the parking lot. He just wanted to get whatever it was and get out of there. We drove around, and the guy from the gas station came out and was yelling at us and shaking his fists for leaving something there earlier and driving so fast now.

As we went around the right side of the parking lot, past the pumps in the front, we turned left and headed towards the back and headed straight for the pump in the back corner where we'd left whatever it was. It wasn't there, and so we did a sharp left again and came flying up the side of the building, looping around and going over to the far side of the building again past the first pumps. There were two cars parked there getting gas, and the guy said that we had put it there instead of by the back one, but because there were people there now, we had to abandon it because we couldn't get it while people were around.

We left and dropped off the guy pretty quickly down at the end of a dirt road that ran out from 256 heading north, just before the broken down gas station/resturant that's been there for years. Then the woman was driving, and we took interstate 64 up into the Blue Ridge Mountains.

Then the interstate took a sharp turn to the left and it was no longer an interstate, but just a 2 lane blacktop that wound around the top of Afton Mountain. Up on the peak was a building of very modern looking architecture. It was a lot of glass and steel, and it was shaped strangely, pointed in places on top and fairly round. I had been here before in another dream, but I was on the other side of it. Since I recognized it, she dropped me off there, and I took NellyBelle (my cat) and went up and to the other side where the main door was and went inside.

I went in the front doors and down some steps. I realized that the building on the outside was basically just a marker to show where this place was, but most of it was tunnels that were buried underground.

I was in a wide hallway that kept going slightly down and straight off into the distance It felt like a school or museum or something. The walls were a cream color, as was the floor. The lighting was all hidden so that it was all done somewhat in an ambient manner.

I only went about 30 feet or so and there was a hallway that came off to the right, going at a sharp angle back, so there was an information office there in the corner on the opposite side, and it had a window that faced out into the hallway to help the new people coming in. Kind of like this:










I saw a sign at the corner that pointed up the hallway, and it said something about following it way to the end and it had something to do with Buddhism. This sounded interesting, to I turned right and started following it. I knew somehow in the back of my mind that the tunnel/hallway eventually turned left and then left again and headed back in the direction of the main hallway, but bypassed it by going under it or something.

I passed several doorways and windows facing out into the hallway, and came to a set of heavy wooden double doors. I knew that there was an art studio behind this, and so I opened the door and went in.

It was off hours, and there was a tall old guy in there with white hair that was cleaning the room. He was moving about getting the trash, and when I came in still holding my cat, he looked a little disgruntled and left through the door I had just come in.

There were large tables all over, and each one had a drying clay sculpture on it that was left from the previous class. They were mostly sculptures of people or animals, and I knew that they were on display for the tourists, such as myself. On my left there was another set of doors, and that was where the hallway I had just been in looped around like I knew it did. On the right, up in the far front corner of the room on the right wall was another door, and that went out into a dark hallway, at the end of which I knew was an auditorium.

I started over toward the far door when it opened, and in came a really tall and thin guy with dark short hair and a shorter girl with curly blond hair. I knew them from school, but I don't remember who it was. (maybe the tall guy I had chemsitry class with my junior year?) I was happy to see them and I reached out my hand to shake his. He looked at me like I was really strange, but he had a smile on his face the whole time, trying to be nice. He finally shook my hand and basically said, "See you around!" and left quickly through the doors that I had used to come into this room.

Then I turned around and went towards those doors, too. Then I decided to head off to the right (since I was now facing the opposite direction) and head through the doors that continued the hallway I had been in before this art room. As I did, I passed through a small bathroom first and then I went into the hallway on the other side. I went about 10 feet and realized that this opened up into a library.

There was another disgruntled looking old man (a different one) sitting behind the counter to my left and his partner over on the other side of the counter area that they were enclosed in. He took one look at me carrying the cat, and though he didn't say anything, I knew he really didn't want me in there. So I turned around and left again.

I went back into the art studio, turned right, and went back out the original doors that I came in through. When I did, it was no longer the hallway I had come in through, but it opened into another section of the library. It was here that I noticed how tall and huge this library actually was. The counter that the old man's partner was at was on my right, and there were the usual rows of shelves of books that stretche off in hundreds of feet in every direction.

I headed towards the far side of the library down a wide aisle way, and I eventually came to a cross-aisle. On the other side of this was the wall and glass doors that led outside. In the right hand corner was a multiple story glass office.

Ron (the Key Room supervisor at Mercedes) was coming from the left and heading towards the office. He was frustrated because Bill (the receiving supervisor) wasn't there like he was supposed to be, and now he had to use his own password and username to log into the computer and get things started for the day. He already had a lot to do, and this was just adding to it.

He sat behind the mahogony desk and logged into the computer to get the tickets rolling for the day. He said something about how much time this takes up for him to watch after, and I said that I would do it if my username and password were allowed the access. He said that it wasn't, and I mentioned to him that maybe I could use his to do it since he had given me his password once before. He didn't say much of anything, but got up and walked out of the office again back into the direction of his own in the key room, and the dream ended there.

Dreaming Sheep?

I have strange dreams. Really strange dreams. Ask anyone that I've told my dreams to, and they'll confirm it. I have some of the strangest dreams of most of them. I love my dreams. I even love the scary ones, although I may not love them when I first wake up.

I like to write my dreams down. I go through periods, of course, where I don't write them down, but when I get that way, I usually have a couple of really good ones that jolt me back into writing them again. I'm an amateur programmer with experience in a couple of programming languages, and I've had plans bouncing around in my head for a couple of years now about writing up a dream journal program.

I like being able to share my dreams with people, but I don't always have the time to relay a whole dream to them. When I really get into writing my dreams down, my recall on them improves greatly in a very short amount of time. I remember more dreams, and I remember them more clearly. So I thought if I posted them, then if they so desired, they could come here and read them all they like.

I've been told many of them would make awesome movies or stories in general, but I'm not sure if I could sort them in such a way as to create something able to be consumed en masse like that. Besides, to change them would be to water them down in some way. I feel like it would be an injustice to do that to them.

So... why the name "Dreaming Sheep" for this blog? Well, I've liked the name "Dreamscape" for some time, and that's what I plan on calling my dream journaling program when/if it gets done. Unfortunately, Dreamscape was not available for the address of this blog. I also have a fondness of "Counting Sheep", even to the point of almost having registered the countingsheep.org domain name a couple of years ago. That was unavailable for the blog address, too. So I figured I'd try a merger of the two, and Dreaming Sheep was born.

Just to note, I won't be posting everything up here. Just the "greats" that are really bizarre. I'm just not willing to post ones that are explicit or just plain uncomfortable for me to share.

Also, the dates that these were "posted" are the dates the dreams correspond to. I haven't had this blog since 1997, but there are dreams from that year that are here.