DREAM DIARY
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MARCH 10, 2010
I don't remember a whole lot of this dream, but in one segment, I had a cellular telephone that played the music from the first page of the computer demo program "Mag Factor Three" that I wrote for the Commodore 64 computer and released on November 14, 1992.

And in the second part, I had to go to the bathroom (#1); I was with several other people whom I recognised as family members. We were on Capitol Hill just east of downtown Seattle WA. USA. Our destination was a structure of some kind immediately behind what I recognised as the now-defunct Manray Video Bar; I said I'll go in the Manray and use their bathroom. When I went inside, I "somehow" ended up entering the restroom itself. I went up to a toliet stall, gently pulled on the door, and found that it was already occupied. So I moved to the next, which did indeed open. The toliet seat was dirty, so I cleaned it off with some bungwipe, and sat down. The toliet was on a short yellow pedestal of sorts, so I could see above the stall walls & door. The gentleman who was using the next stall exited and went over to the lavatory to wash his hands. He was somewhat elderly; probably in his early 70s, with white hair and a blue shirt.

After trying to "go" for a short time, I could not, and started to rise from the toliet. At that time I woke up.

When I dream about toliets or uranators, I usually have to go #1 in the waking world, and this was no different.

Regarding that music from the cellular telephone: I'm still "hearing" it some 4.50 hours after dreaming about it.



MARCH 15, 2010
I dreamt that I had just moved into the building I lived in from 1988 to mid-1996 (the old Morrison in Seattle WA. USA). I was outside the front door, it was ***WELL AFTER*** sunset, and there was some wet snow on the ground. I realised that I had somehow managed to lock my keys inside my apartment, and I was just milling around outside for no particular reason. Most of the area seemed to be as it was in the late-1980s, with the sole exception of the area at the south end of the structure; there was some kind of drop-off where none existed in reality.

Some guy rode by on a bicycle; the song "Bloodstone" by the metal band Judas Priest could be heard fairly loudly from him -- though the rider did not really look like a metalhead. He appeared to be fairly young (mid- to perhaps late-20s at maximum) with longish hair and he had a green jacket on).

After some time, I decided to wait right by the front door so that I could slip in while somebody else was entering or exiting. I realised at that point that I did not have my wallet or any other form of ID on me; just a couple of coins were all that I had. No cellular telephone either. After a short while, I slipped in while somebody was exiting; I went right to the security booth and told the guard that I had just moved in but had accidentally locked myself out. I thought about which apartment number was correct...I thought "523", then thought "532" -- but knew that neither were correct. The guard said something totally unrelated to my predicament, then I woke up.




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