I was in a mansion or palace that was under siege & somebody inside was killing cats. About this time I was awakened by my cat as she jumped on the bed & crawled across me, claws digging in as usual. She snuggled up by my head which was kinda unusual. As I pet her I realized I couldn't remember the last time I had fed her. I wondered if it was even a cat. I picked her up & pulled her into view & it indeed was my cat who had been dead over 20 years. She snuggled up to my head again. I pet her & she purred.
It was a nice visit.

Trying to get somewhere..... McMicken avenue was a cliffside rail line & the hill from the Mill Creek to Clifton was a mountain. The train was having a problem with pumpkins in the road. Finally made it to a concert but I could not figure out how to read my ticket & relate it to the numbered seating at the facility.

I was in my parents old kitchen when I heard cat fight noises that were a bit scary. I went to the basement door & found my cat with a strange grey cat locked in battle except their heads were floating at about my shoulder height. They were attached to their bodies by something that looked like black string. My cat was looking pretty terrified. I didn't know what to do but push their heads down & onto their bodies. The cats broke up & the grey one said something. I quickly ascertained that the cat was a demon or possessed and I remembered a spell from something. I basically said, "Begone, begone blah blah (something that probably rhymed with begone)". The grey cat skulked away.

Powerful winds had kicked up. As I left my doctor's office - a large old industrial facility remodeled with expensive 20s era furniture into office & professional space - I wasn't aware of how bad the situation was. I crossed the country highway & was walking down a rural road between fallow fields when I noticed people & things flying through the air. The people were helpless & pleading. It was all I could do to hold myself down as I clung to whatever. I looked back at the building I had left & couldn't figure out how to get back inside.

The sun had gone down but the night sky was bright as beyond the highway & over the hill, twin rocket blasts shot up into the air hundreds of feet high. It looked like maybe a giant rocket ship had crashed into the ground. It made no noise. Suddenly, a white gaseous flash appeared above the ends of the flames. It quickly dissipated but then another, larger, brighter one appeared & the light from this one seemed to engulf us - everything.

I sold my house & went on vacation. Before I left, however, I got a small apartment in a building in my old neighborhood. I knew the landlady from when I lived there before. On the trip I visited Pete. He had taken to inventing appliance/toys. He had a bright red lawnmower that ws about the size of a scrub brush. It zipped along pretty quick but it only cut about 4-5" Anyway, while visiting there I bought a Delorean. It was cool & fun til it broke & I couldn't get it fixed. I cut the vacation short & went home. Somehow I met up with Joy & we were walking through OTR to my house. She scrambled up a hillside covered with debris. Probably a demolished house. I yelled up at her that I couldn't climb the debris because I had no shoes. (why am I constantly shoeless in my dreams?) Then I remembered the place we were going to wasn't where I lived anymore. I yelled up to Joy, "HEY, I forgot where I lived. I'll just walk from here" I guess she agreed. I was really amazed at hr swiftness & gility. A regular Lara Croft. So I got to my apartment, talked to the landlady & went back to my bedroom to lie down. I noticed that a door was a little askew & when I opened it, realized it opened to the outside. But the latch was broken & now that I had opened it - I couldn't close it. I went and talked to the landlady about it & she said it was ok. I told her it was not. She said she would do something about it & I realized I needed a new apartment & wished I hadn't sold my house & squandered the money on an old sports car. BAH

I was living on a house on a corner, very near the street but a good ways up, maybe 20 feet, from the road. There were people working on the road & they mocked me as I entered my house. on a brighter note, however, I also found myself sitting on a couch in some kind of cafe/bar with a drunk, naked Jennifer Lopez falling into my lap laughing. Mock me all you want road crew.....

I was out on a farm run by (a young) Gregory Peck. There was a search going on for a young girl who was visiting and, eventually, we found her in a clump of trees on a pile of dirt. There were all these partially skinned, partially butchered hogs wandering around. They weren't bleeding & gross - they were almost cartoony. They didn't seem to be in any distress.

I was sitting outside on a hill on the east side of Central Parkway at a computer terminal. It was around where Cincinnati State is but it wasn't there in my dream. In fact I lived on the other side of the trees further up the hill. It was blazing hot in the sun & I wasn't wearing a shirt. I decided to leave after a car wreck occurred & the participants got out of their cars & started fighting. I went down the hill and entered the street southbound on the west side of the street. Dunno how I crossed the road. I rode down the street on my bike. There were metal plates everywhere in the road. Finally I got to Mohawk & McMicken which was totally under construction. All the buildings were being rehabbed, the street was tore up to dirt. There were people everywhere.

Somehow got involved in a kill or be killed game with teams I didn't choose. Weapons were all designed to look like toys. I fought somebody with a toy garden rake. The handle was black, the rake part was bright orange & I think it shot red rays..... The leader of the enemy crew was the guy who played Skinner on the X-Files & a skinhead gang leader in Sons of Anarchy.

I was being plagued by a demon, a handsome woman, who rearranged my furniture, destroyed my furniture & dug up my garden. She tried to seduce me but I kept trying to just ignore her - hoping she would tire of the game & just go away.

Someone had hooked me up with some guys she thought I would like. no They were a bunch of self mutilating freaks who performed at sideshows and music festivals. They were constantly trying to out do each other with damaging/hurting themselves. I showed their home to my friend & she was pretty freaked out.

I had acquired a new home/apartment in Central Parkway around the 14-1500 block. It was on the first floor & extended out a bit like a front porch that had been finished. There was a door on the southern part of the extrusion and the upper half of the long western front and the northern extrusion was open. That is - no glass. Fortunately, the weather was nice on the night of my dream. There were shutters along the windows with blinds that could be tilted back either in full or in half segments. That is the approx. 1" blinds were broken up into 1" wide segments along a 2' wide frame. Kept 'em pretty closed since the front was right on the sidewalk. I guess it should have been obvious the place had been a restaurant or bar but not to me. Anyway, at the doorway there was a small entranceway. You could walk in and enter my place or go upstairs via elevator or stairway to the advertising agency upstairs or other businesses or condos. This was kinda disconcerting since there was no door o my place, people just kinda passed through the end of my living space. This got kinda hectic at one point as a drunken guy came in and got into a scuffle with some folks who worked upstairs. He wanted to use the bathroom in the hallway. I freaked out that my bathroom was a public bathroom but my friends pointed out I had a private bathroom, too. My friends & I decided to go out for dinner. As we walked south we ran into Randy W who had just bought a luxury apartment in the cool old goth building a few doors down from me. He had made it rich but was, apparently divorced. We left him & hailed a horse drawn cab to take us to some dinner spot.

Was on the bus when a really really hellacious storm blew in. The sealing on the windows wasn't very good because the heavy rain was splattering through a little.

Pastor S was over at my house with a bunch of people. House had a basement with a maze of rooms. Pastor S was young, wiry, unshaven & hyper. He wanted me to go to a cornhole league baseball game with him. People warned me the games were orgies of redneckism. It sounded intriguing.

Went with Steve R back to his place one evening. Somehow we got to the roof of the semi abandoned old tenement building. He then rappelled down to a window, went through and opened a door on the roof so I could enter in amore civilized manner. I wasn't sure if he was living in the renovated section or if he wa squatting in the unrenovated section.

Rode my bicycle to the Clifton neighborhood in Cincinnati. It kinda vaguely looked like the place but it ws a riot of hills and a hdge podge of architecture with buildings at & frequently below street level. I locked my bike in front of an old Victorian mansion in a ravine with only it's 3rd/4th floor towers poking above street level. I set out on foot. There was a parade about to happen & people were all over the streets. It ws hard getting around so I started (dream theme #527) climbing walls & fire escapes that became dead ends & then I had a hard time going back to find a new way. I finally started entering buildings & at one point found myself trapped in the dark. I eventually found a basement window & after kicking out the barbed wire, ws able to crawl out. I had to get back to my bike but my wandering had disoriented me.
FWIW, the previous day there had been a big sports parade in Cincinnati & today's plans had me going to Clifton.

I was walking S on McMicken around sunset. A group of teenage girls passed me - mocking & insulting me as they walked on ahead.
I came across a man in an open garage who was trying to start a gas powered lawn mower with no success. I offered him the use of my extension cord. He plugged in the mower & pulled the starter cord and the mower coughed & chugged to life. I noted the other end of the cord was connected to nothing - didn't matter. As we were dealing with this some more teens walked by insulting us.
I headed on, crossing down to the Parkway. The man with the mower passed me from behind carrying his mower in a box.
2 older young women came walking up behind me & were sociable. I told them I had to use a bathroom - they said to come with them, their destination was near & I could use the facilities there.
We went into an industrial type building built around the 1930s. After entering, the women abandoned me. I went about looking for a bathroom. Everything was painted a dark drab industrial green. Doors had frosted glass panels. I entered a room on a metal landing & heard voices. I walked down the stairs and around a corner found quite a few naked teens toiling at something. It seemed odd so I went out the way I came in but was confronted by a 40ish woman who bade me to stay & work. I declined her invitation & went to leave. She pursued me but I gave her the slip. As I went through a doorway to the hallway to the outside, I was confronted by a woman of Asian descent who claimed to be a detective. She wanted to arrest me. She was with a young bald handcuffed black guy who claimed to know me & he apologized profusely for narcing on me. I had no idea who he was & told the detective so. She didn't believe me & wanted to take me to police HQ. I told her I really had need of a toilet.

I was on a bus & we needed to transfer. I was starting to wake up & I was getting nervous because I didn't want to wake up & miss my transfer stop.
In some dream world dimension, I'm stuck on the #33.

Took a train to one of those campground / recreation areas where people live in cabins & trailers for the summer. Once there, problems arose between campers who didn't get along & such. But it got deadly - Ray T was out to kill me. Fortunately, he wasn't very competent. There was a security force there & they were a bunch of wanna be militia guys strutting around in fatigues, riding in Jeeps & toting shotguns. All necessary when dealing with summer campers.....
Well, maybe so because some camper developed a murderous clone and, while the campers destroyed it, he made another & another...
Management called out the security force on their frivolous behavior & campers tried to evacuate but we couldn't get the train going. Trying to cooperate, the campers were constantly squabbling like characters in a cheap zombie movie.
I remember finally getting out on the train & rolling past the offices where the security force was sitting around on lawn chairs looking real dejected.
Only problem - Ray T was on the train & still out or blood.

There was brain surgery involved - I was watching but I think I was the patient, too. The brain was dry & pink. I don't think we were in a hospital either and the patient was sitting up.

I forget what was going on but Phil L. had died his hair a kinda orangey blonde & had gotten a curly perm, too. With his dark 5 o'clock shadow it was quite a sight.

holy crap, I was hosting a call in radio show!

Giant tsunamis took out half the east coast. Later the mall plexs patched up ok but the outside world was still pretty devastated. People contracted a weird necrotizing thing Bill M. was all messed up. The flying swarms of Pac Men were the real PITA, tho.

Bad night's sleep - never completely out. Saw all sorts of shapes, people talking in the background like catching snippets of conversations in a crowd.

VegasAnt had returned and he was a real hotshot promoter type with a plan for a reunion supergroup. He was driving around in a rented red Poesche with his mom a chronically complaining black lady.
He had recruited Patty Go to play harmonica & GeeBee to play guitar. After Patty played some weird song on her harmonica, GeeBee stood atop something that looked like a carnival dunking booth, shirt open, hair waving in the breeze & played some crappy pop song & played his red Tele.
He was really, really buff.
But still pasty.

I was in India, I think, with a group of people doing some kind of research. We arrived at the building we would be staying and working in in the afternoon. After we got settled in & dinner was cooking, the sun started to set & I went east down a hill to a bluff overlooking a wooded valley & I saw rainbow looking things that looked kinda like Mewton's Rings but were more flower shaped kinda like a church window. They were kinda orangey, peachy against a grey-blue evening sky.
Maybe they were mandalas.
Newton's Rings explained

Arriving home, and it did look like my home sitting atop an embankment was semi destroyed. Water was gushing like from a river from the 2nd floor. The air was thick with the smell of wet burnt wood. Firefighters & repairmen were everywhere. People were in the midst of stopping damage, cleaning up and actually making repairs. I tried to tell them to stop and they refused. I asked what had happened & what had happened to my belongings. I was told not to worry. Nobody would pay me any attention as they remodeled my house that was still flooding.

Phil Donahue, with his long manicured fingernails, was driving around and around in the parking lot looking for a good spot.

Weird post-apocalypse crap with GeeBee. Malls, parking lots, trendy shopping, automatic gunfire, ravaged streets, desolation in the distance and a feeling of desperation in the air…..
I had a camera. It had a back about the size of a small iPad with a screen. The lens was large & interchangeable.

I was in my parent's garage when my sister rode up on a white horse. She was carrying a large classical painting. She was attended by a servant on a dark horse with a white marking on it's chest. Later, another servant appeared on foot.

Really bad leaks in the ceiling. I didn't have enough buckets to catch them all. I went outside & found I lived in a mountainous desert area and the house was built along a cliff. Kinda wondered where the water coming through the roof came from. I climbed the corner of my brick house to see if I could see anything on the roof. The bricks had horizontal holes in them & there were nests in some of the holes. A group of hispanic kids gathered around on the ground below me nd laughed at me, calling me an old man. They laughed and told me to watch out for snake nests.
I started to freak out.
I couldn't see any problems on the roof but I had a hard time climbing down.

I used a sickle to murder a man who worked at a cemetery. To cover up my tracks, I dragged his body into an old brick barn that had been painted white & I set it on fire.
It must have been Christmas Eve because the next day I went for a Christmas walk in the cemetery with my girlfriend (no idea who she was). A cemetery worker who was driving a truck while standing up in the bed (I have driven trucks like this in dreams myself) spotted us and chased us, releasing dogs to join in the pursuit. He was carrying a rifle. At one point he threw a net over my girlfriend, ensnaring her. He then proceeded to drag her around.
He handed us over to the police and, after awhile, they let us leave. We cleaned up and went to some kind of formal dinner & a parade. My girlfriend & I told a few of the partygoers about the incident. I did not tell anybody about the murder.