We gathered at Julie's to go out to lunch. Rob showed up and so did a gaggle of Julie's family including cousins, aunts, uncles & nieces & nephews. Her basement looked just like mine but it was neat & clean & painted bright blue.
When we went out to the car, the street & houses all looked real small. Rob noticed it, too. The street was brick which looked kind of out of place for the mid 20th century cottage houses on the street.
There was a kid sleeping in the car which presented a dilemma since there wasn't room for 5 in the car.

Somehow I wound up at a service station in, like, Iowa or Minneota or something. I was on vacation & was having car problems. The tall thin, geekily cute vlonde manager was helpful but the staff was kind of surly & jerkish. They worked on my car & I went off riding around sight-seeing on my bicycle while the work was being done. I found & rode around a large abandoned factory grounds and through a modest to nice neighborhood probably constructed in the 20s or 40s. It was fall.
I got back to the service station & work was semi done but there was some problem with the bike & car. Bike rack? Again, the manager (Tina?) was very nice and apologized for the ill mannered staff.

The place I used to work at had been taken over by a clothing retailer. Dunno why I was there but the owners were talking to contractors about remodeling the place. It was going to be more expensive that the owners expected.

In my dream, Romans used stone from Italy for construction in Egypt. This required large heavy slabs to be transported down the Nile. Problem was, the Nile would get real low every year. I was on a boat transporting stone & it got stuck in a shallow part & as we waited for waters to rise, they just went down & the bed actually dried up where we were. I watched the bed dry up in a kind of time lapse photography. The water, even as it was ponding, was bright blue.

Was playing with a cat out on the street I lived on as a kid. Everybody had large gates out in front of their houses.
LATER
Was at my job in a large old building with very high ceilings. It kinda looked like my old junior high school.

There were a lot of people there & a lot of us didn't know what to do. I didn't. I did not know who my boss was, either. At one point I met a tall kinda statuesque black girl who, as it turned out, practiced Vodou. She had made a little snow globe thingie with a little Haitian hut inside. Anyway, I got some work but I had no idea where to do it. Then an older woman showed me a room off a room off a room that had the stuff I needed to photograph large tapestry type stuff. It looked like somebody's large 1 room apartment.

Joy & her new boyfriend had moved into the house up the street around the corner. A previous owner had added a large sunroom onto the side of the house & her boyfriend decided to turn it into an illegal bar.
The problem (besides no licensing) was, he didn't have any money so he was relying on everybody helping him & doing the work for him. Joy certainly didn't want to be a waitress & cook & when she protested, he knocked her around.
I wouldn't give him any money but agreed to do an errand. As I was walking up the street I ran into a group of guys. We talked & I wound up going off with them and abandoning the errand.

In the future, maybe on another world, riots and chaos had broken out. Volcanoes, earthquakes & floods were rampant. I was in a group of people who were trying to pull it back together. We sought out some guy who had something going for him, dunno what. We found his apartment tower. It was fortified but we got in. Power wasn't steady. Tremors shook the building & cracked the walls. Some of the residents had left and some were staying put. Our guy was on one of the top floors. We struggled to get up there. We found him and his wife. We explained our mission (which I don't remember) and gathered some supplies & started down to escape the building. The mobs had breached security, tho & we had to elude them to get out. When we got out of the building & hit the grounds, it was night. The grounds around the building were flat & grassy surrounded by woods. We took off into the night.

ok, I don't know what I was dreaming dreaming but I was lying on my side having a kinda waking dream when I felt pressure on me from above and behind. I tried to roll over but I could not. I was being held down. My face was being pushed into the pillow. I tried to break free but I could not. Then I burst forth, woke up and about flew out of bed. Thinking you have awakened while you're still dreaming is sooooo strange.

We were celebrating Mike V's retirement and ribbing him about taking all his savings and going into drug ealing and maybe pimping later on once his territory was established.
later
I was riding my bicycle out what looked like Colerain Avenue around sunset on a cold wet snowiy evening. Cars were having a hard time on the slick streets s was I, all bundled up & wet & cold. A friend in a car stopped to ask me if I wanted a ride home & I said no, I had o get to the mall. She tried to dissuade me but I pointed out the cars were faring worse than the bikes.

Was with a group of friends (a tour?) visiting the backstage, prop & set area for a porno star's production studio. She was dead but the business kept on.
There were backdrops with props and costumes attached on plywood about 8x8 feet hanging on racks - kind of like a closet.

Didn't really sleep last night. In a semi-concious state, tho, I was seeing stuff that I could kinda control. I was kinda flying through scenes at ground level, going through industrial type buildings and out looking at beautiful vistas - everything morphing constantly.
fun
Later, the clock radio fired up & I heard a show on NPR where some Australian psychologists were discussing how memories fade. They used an example of telling an American Indian story to a European and then asking her to retell the story. He explained that the American Indian style of story telling was odd for a European & over time, the European kind of rationalized the story. This made me think of remembering dreams since our dreams tend to not follow laws of logic or linear storytelling. They are easily forgotten, I think, because they are not rational & logical. The longer you go without writing it down, the more you rationalize and "correct" the story.

NPR story here.

Was with the family & waiting for lunch. Finally made it myself & when I went into the living room to sit down to eat, my sister's dogs would not leave me alone. I yelled at them & called them stupid. This is when the weird mechanical looking one started talking and arguing with me.

I proposed I perform oral sex to Alyssa Milano. She declined and turned to walk away. Then she paused, turned around and told me she would be interested if I did it like a biker. "How the hell does a biker do it", I thought. Then I figured she may not know either so what the hell, I agreed.
I guess I was doing it right.....

I was at a cool old library. For some reason, I thought it was in Columbus, OH, but it was in the mountains overlooking a shoreline. Parts of the library were old & in disrepair, like the cramped poorly lit elevator, and other parts were modernized. In one reading room they had holographic clouds along the ceiling. Talked to a cute middle aged docent in a red dress. I decided to pick her up. She beat a hasty retreat. Criminy, even in my own dreams…..
There were manicured gardens outside.

I was at work. Nothing much was going on. An office girl came in and mounted a picture on the wall of my cubicle. As I looked around I noticed that, while I had a lot of "art" hanging on my walls, none of it was mine. I started to go upstairs but there was a commotion on the stairway. Greg B came down the stairs struggling with a bobcat (or something about that size). He guided it out the door & breathed a sigh of relief. I looked out the door & there was a large scraggly bear sitting out there, too.
I went back to my cubicle and Ellen C was there reading a magazine & eating a single serving apple sauce.

I was in a small neighborhood bar with lots of wood paneling. There were more waitresses than customers. They were really chatty. I had to pee over and over. I opted to pee into a vending machine instead of using the bathroom for some reason. It was starting to drip. Finally my ride came & I left.

It looked like it might rain so we went down to the 4 unit apartment building downhill & down the street to close windows. I was with someone but I don't recall who it was. The reason we went, I guess, is that nobody lived in 3 of the units. They looked like a war had hit them. My companion went into the 4th unit occupied by Connie M. It was beautiful. It was done up in lavish 20's wallpaper, mural & tile. I expressed my unease at being in someone else' apartment. We closed he windows & went back to the other first floor apartment. A large black family wandered in. The mother & father thanked us for closing their windows. They lived in one of the upper units. I was embarrassed to ask which because both looked completely unloved in. I didn't know if they were really poor or really bad housekeepers.
As it turned out, the building was owned by my father who pulled up in a blue and white Chrysler New Yorker. He had me drive us to one of his warehouses so I could help with something. I told him I should not drive. He said it was fine. While an automatic, the car had a clutch pedal. The pedals were small & close together. I couldn't really get the brake pedal. Anyway we got around ok. The town was tight, dense with narrow hilly streets. At the warehouse I helped inventory supplies for war refugees. It was some weird shit but I forget what it was.

My sister & I were traveling around camping. We were somewhere out west & she had had it. She was planning on going home & I was going to continue on. We arrived at a house out in the mountains. A super smart kid with no parents lived there. His crusty fat old neighbor came by with his little daughter came by to collect the boy for dinner. They also had a HUGE barking snarling dog with giant teeth and oryx like horns. The old guy thought it was hilarious his monster pet pinned me against a fence. He also had serious eyes for my sister. Since there was company, we went into town for dinner at an Italian / Pizza place.

I was visiting Joy & hr husband Mike. Joy wanted to go to the park. I was trying to get ready to go but kept getting sidetracked & couldn't find one thing after another. She was getting mad. When I was finally ready to go she wanted to ride a bicycle and have me stand on little foot extension things sticking out from the back axle. I didn't want to do that. She finally got mad & left without me.
Later we went to one of her husband's favorite places. It was an amateur theater sorta thing in an old pale industrial blue gymnasium with a stage & folding chairs for the audience. The players were various groups of people doing sketches/vignettes. The common thread was causing pain. The audience locoed it. People were hooting and hollering and shooting guns towards the ceiling. Mike gave me a silver revolver & I fired it into the air while we were in he back.
We went into the audience & found seats towards the center on the left. I was a little leery of shooting there. The performers kept "accidentally" hurting each other, tempers flared & fights broke out onstage much to the delight of the crowd of misfits & rednecks.
A group of drunken college kids came in & sat down. They laughed and made fun of the audience. A group of rednecks came in and sat down behind them looking at each other. They had something in mind for the kids….

Busy night.
I could drive so drive I did. I was driving all over town. I was about to go home but decided I'd drive some more. At one point I got out in a fairly urban area. I might have been going to a public restroom. In a modern well lit hallway 2 guys blocked me and tried to mug me. the taller one had a small cheap gun. The 2 guys were arguing with themselves as much as challenging me. The big guy dropped the gun, I picked it up & shot him in the head with it. It was a tiny bullet and barely went into his head. The gun refused to fire again so I dropped it and ran back to the car & took off.
Later in the evening I went to a party at a nice country club in Kentucky. It was some sort of organization's party. Police? At one point someone informed the police chief that they were out of bullets. Bill Bixby was there. He was clowning around pretending to have chest pains. He wasn't clowning tho. Later he had a heart attack.
I was having trouble standing & walking. I was about to leave when guests noticed a couple of bald dwarves dead in what appeared to have been an embrace on a blanket in the grass. One looked like a Hare Krishna. Their clothes were disarranged. they were attracting flies.

Went to visit some friends. There were 2 brothers & one of them was married. Their house was built of concrete block and they were remodeling with a sledgehammer, bashing holes into interior & exterior walls seemingly randomly. The wife tried o explain the methodology & wound up saying it was her husband's plan.

Was dreaming that I was doing laundry. I was in my parent's old house.
Seriously. I don't know what's worse - these boring dreams or recounting them here.

I was discussing what cel phone to get with my wife in the dining room.
Seriously, with dreams like this, why even bother sleeping?

I was at a church built on a mountainside. The main chapel was just off the road & ancillary buildings and gardens were terraced below on the slope. I have dreamt of this place before The church was semi famous. I think it was in Europe. They offered tours and I went on one, I think, so I could use the phone.

Tony H & I enrolled in a martial arts class at a YMCA. The class was mainly kids and was taught by an overweight blonde girl. She started class with an overly dramatic prayer to Aires.

I was living at an old apartment and saw 2 girls walking down the street (out in the street). One was taller with collar length thin brown hair. The other was shorter with shoulder length blonde hair. They stopped in front of my house & talked for a minute. Then the taller one proceeded down the street doing cartwheels.

Dinosaurs had returned to the earth. A large group of us rented cabins in the mountains to go see them. Early in the morning I went outside before anyone else was up and saw huge flocks of cardinals flying through the trees. The morning sun in the fog gave it all a fuzzy golden glow. It had a very Maxfield Parrish kind of look. Later, after breakfast, we all climbed to the top of a grassy hill where we could watch, at a safe distance, tyrannosaurus rex walking across a neighboring hillside. They seemed to be migrating.

I was staying with a group of people living in the basement of a church. We just sat around watched TV & got wasted. I left on a clear bright winter morning.
LATER
Went out to eat with Steve S. He had applied for a liquor sales permit to sell imported beers via a party plan. At the restaurant we met up with Stephanie S. who freaked out & crawled under the table. There were a couple kids with us. The little girl started kicking Stephanie. I scolded her & coaxed Stephanie up from under the table.

Steve R & I were trying to operate a radio station. While it was not a school station, we appeared to be in high school. I opted to "wing it", since I had already been to high school, I figured, how hard could it be? I got all confused. The art department taught video classes, tho, which was kinda cool. Julie R was attending the school, too.

In what appears to be a recurring theme…..
I was at a party at work. The place was all blue ceramic tile on the walls and the floor. It was hard to see where you were going. Anyway, I could tell I wasn't welcome so I decided to go home. It was night and it had rained earlier. The streets were wet and shiny.. First I walked across a college campus. There was a cop walking around chastising the kids & giving them crap for being poor spoiled rich kids. I took a shortcut behind some buildings. As dawn broke, I found myself at the top of a hill sloping eastward. It was covered with ruins. Some rehabbing had been done along the way with nice estates/condos nestled into crumbling ancient walls. As I climbed through I met a woman who asked me if I wanted to take a dip in a modern pool that had been carved out of the ruins. I told her no & asked if I would be able to get to the ground further up ahead. She didn't answer. I continued to climb down through the ruined walls & buildings.

I had just received an award, a huge trophy, for something involving aero-space crap. I was attending yet another memorial function. I knew the girl who had brought mock ups of the billboards she had designed. Don Ameche & some other old actor pulled me aside. They were fooling around and making jokes and drinking. In the swank hotel bathroom, Ameche showed me some of his vampire porn.
~AND~
Some young guys who probably didn't know what they were doing were starting a "controlled burn" of a portion of a wooded area. We took the cats out to an adjacent field to watch. The cats found a moss with catnip-like effects.

The water was about halfway up the window so I started thinking the flood outside might be getting dangerous. My mom told me to go down to the cemetery and ask them to open up the floodgates to let the water disperse. It was warm & sunny out & there was no water in sight when I went outside & down to the cemetery. They were cooperative, tho & really nice. I ran into Susan & found out she worked there part time. We went over to the house she was rehabbing with her husband/boyfriend/significant other. We sat in a bright sunny yellow room and caught up.
Both Susan & my mom are deceased.

I drove out East Main St to go to a city council meeting. The place looked like a roadside motel with pop/candy machines out front. Problem was, it was the county commissioners hq - not city council's. I decided to take the shortcut walking through the woods to get to the right place. It was night time but there was some kind of illumination. It didn't take long till I was completely lost.

Went to a birthday / reunion party for some guy I didn't really know. He was a customer & his company was right out back. The guy knew a lot about the history of the area. He said the area used to be some kind of park.
There was light food & a lot of redneck kids. I wandered around in his company's building. Ran into Sting who was working as a security guard. I monkeyed around with some of the equipment but couldn't figure it out. I put my attendance on my time sheet as customer service.

I was working in a big old hotel / apartment building. Not for the hotel, but in an office located there. In my spare time I wandered about & would peek behind unlocked doors. I found a room that was furnished as a living room with a bunch of antique furniture stacked up at one end. I saw a book case I really liked. I tried to find out who used the apartment so I might offer to buy the piece. I began to wonder if the place were abandoned or if the owner was dead.

Went with old friends to see old relatives far away. There were mountain highways involved. Somehow I kept getting blood everywhere. A lot of the relatives were dead and very weakly re-animated. My grandmother collapsed like a deflated balloon & her teeth scattered across the floor. One uncle appeared to be a garden troll who moved around without using arms or legs and when he spoke - his whole head tilted up and down like on a Pez dispenser. We had an argument in a park. It was autumn / winter, the grass was brown & trees were barren. My shoes were filled with blood.
My friends and I had to leave. Relatives were frustrated.

Ninja assassin strippers who can freeze in the air like in The Matrix.
No idea what was going on. Rivalry with another club?
The secretary, Becky, was charged with murder.

My parents had converted the dining room into an office and hired a hot secretary. I was chatting with her about piercings when my dad came home and plunked a big old computer down on the desk. He thought he had made a good deal on a "fixer upper". He promptly began to open the case up to start working on the thing. I doubted his bargain was going to come to much but I was excited to see the guts of this antique.

There was the annual marathon runs coming up. Various marathons were run all over the city for a weekend. This year, however, there was a serial killer sniper on the loose. There was a lot of tension along the routes & caution was the main topic of conversation.

I was attending a conference, discussion. It was at Joy's old house. We sat around the dining room table. Dan Hurley was there. There was supposed to be some world renowned person there. More people came and the dining room table soon got pretty crowded. I questioned if the world renowned guest might be a no show. I was informed he would be there. I mentioned that he better be worth it. I was scoffed.
As it got later, the host's kids returned home from the babysitter's.

A good sized group of us, 6-7, were cruising around in the country in a big old brown LTD station wagon. Louise was driving. It was around sunrise/sunset. We passed a car parked along the road. People thought something was wrong so we stopped and investigated. I thought it was just a parked car. Nothing proved me wrong. There was a bunch of junk in it. A little farther up the road was a small blue one story house. There was a pickup truck in the driveway. My companions again thought something was wrong and decided to investigate. As they entered the unlocked front door, calling out "hello" to the empty house, Greg doubled back & got a sawed off shotgun out of the LTD. I was glad we had the leverage but hoped he wouldn't get trigger happy.
Once inside some of the entourage went up the stairway to the second story. Yes, I know it was a one story - it was a dream, ok? The place seemed to be the residence of a single man who was a reasonable house keeper. A small boxer appeared at my feet in the kitchen. He seemed confused but friendly enough.

Went to a whore house/brothel/bordello.
It was just a bar in the front. Bar on one side tables on the other. Down a short hall was a back room with a pool table and a couch flanked by end tables with lamps. The walls were a dark orange & there were pictures hanging crookedly. Went with friends the first night. It was fairly busy. Second night I went alone. Hooked up with a girl with 80s hair. hey - I like 80s hair. Third night it was empty. I went up into the bar room & the lights were turned off.

Busy night.
Went to a music festival, hung out with some vampires....
Went to a creepy tavern. It had been in the neighborhood for years but we had never been inside. It was a windy autumn night. There was a large dining room in the basement. There was a young Maitre'D working there. There were no other patrons. We explored a bit & found passageways & stairways that went all over the place.

I arrived home to find the door disturbed and stickers and notices plastered on it. Inside I found stickers about the house, theoretically in pertinent locations, that said "THIEF" in large white block letters on a blue field. I seemed to know what they referred to and knew they were erroneous - a misunderstanding.
I gathered up some stuff in a laundry bag in the bedroom (which was a mess).
In the kitchen, on the breakfast bar thing was a letter that told me where to report.
I don't remember the trip but I arrived at what was, I guess, a government building. It looked like a large hotel. There was some sort of police / military group practicing parade drills in the lobby. I took my papers & laundry bag to the desk where the clerk was rather short with me. I guess my "thief" designation didn't help. I was told to wait so I went to the restroom.

I was at a relative's house. I think it was a kid's birthday. It was a kid's party. The place was a mess with screaming kids & gossiping mothers.
I did not want to be there. I tried to excuse myself politely but was thwarted every time. I finally decided to just leave. I could not find my shoes and somehow all the coats had been soaked.
Frustrated, I just walked out into a raw windy autumn night. The pavement hurt my bare feet. I walked up on the top of a concrete wall about 10 - 20 feet high and about a foot thick.

I was sitting in an auditorium waiting to hear a discussion on some kind of civic/social/political topic. I was in the front row on the aisle on the left side of the right hand section. I looked around and saw the auditorium was full with people crowding into the back. Across the aisle from me was a guy I knew by reputation. He was animatedly talking with an event organizer sitting at the foot of the stage. The fella I recognized made a statement rather loudly and the auditorium erupted into applause. He looked around, startled at the packed auditorium and, I think, a little surprised at their appreciation of his thought.
The organizer seized the moment to call the discussion panel to the stage.

A sister & I visited our hometown & stopped by our old house. The big old Carter house next door was vacant. We poked around & found an open door. Inside was lots of left behind furniture, books & stuff. As we looked around, we lost track of time. We spent the night there. We made a point to keep lights off so as to not arouse the suspicions of the police. One problem was that her sky blue Buick station wagon was too long to fit in the garage. We had to leave the door open.
The next day, as we were fixing to leave, people started coming by to greet us as new neighbors. We explained ourselves & as we tried to leave, the people started coming in & discussing their memories of the house & the people who used to live there. More people came. People brought food. They started barbecuing in the yard. It had the feel of a very happy wake. The police finally came but they just walked through. Then some skinny blond guy with a beard showed up. He was driving a UC van & blocked in the Buick station wagon. He gave us a list of everything we had stolen & damaged. The list was one of those old matrix printer things with the punch holes on the sides. People quickly came to our defense and marked up the form with items that were brought in by visitors and not stolen and comments about damage already existing. I berated the UC rep for wanting to use the house for student housing in an upper middle class suburban neighborhood. That the guy was from the University of Cincinnati when we were not in Cincinnati didn't seem to phase me.....

So, I guess there had been some kind of revolution & I was, as usual, on the losing side. It appeared that the assholes had won. They were capturing & enslaving all who had opposed them & I had been rounded up, too.
We were being forced into some kind of parade & the onlookers were pelting us losers with rocks, & garbage. I got fed up & started picking up the missiles & hurling them back. I was whisked away with some old guy. We were stripped & taken to a quarry to break rocks. An old commandant offered us gloves. The old guy was pissed & refused them. I urged him to take them. The commandant made the old guy wail & kick on rocks with his bare feet and hands.
Later, the assholes tried to frame another commandant, I believe it was Robert Conrad, for immoral behavior. Homosexuality. They spread incriminating pictures of him about. My old commandant & I noticed something in the images that indicated they were faked.
My old commandant got me a more professional job, as a slave, but everyone there was one of the assholes and gave me shit for every little thing. I became argumentative and started confronting people about everything they did.