DREAM DIARY
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JULY 15, 2010
I dreamt that I was at the Imperial Bar in Juneau AK. USA. The bar was laid out quite a bit differently than the real thing, but it was realistically large. I looked for a place to sit at the bar, and soon found an empty space. So I sat on the barstool, and waited.
Within a very short time (a couple of dozen seconds maximum), a female bartender showed up and took my order: a screwdriver (vodka & orange juice, served on the rocks). Moments after that, she brought back my drink, and said "that will be $10.48 please." I thought that that was kind of expensive for a screwdriver served in a Collins glass, but I paid her anyway. I believe I gave her $12.00 and said "keep the change".

Somebody yelled "FAGGOT!" in the distance -- possibly the back part of the bar's interior, then I woke up.



JULY 24, 2010
In this dream, I was once again using a scooter (an electric mobility product for the disabled) that had pedals. I pedaled it quite a ways, and ended up inside of a large structure, on the ground floor. But before entering the building, I noticed that it got harder and harder to pedal, and the brakes functioned only intermittently. I then somehow came across somebody whom I recognised as a scooter repairman, and I told him what was going on. He asked me for permission to ride it, and of course I said "yes", and then preoceeded to show him how to operate the throttle levers on the handlebars (forward & reverse accelleration plus braking). I told him that although the regular brakes were faulty, that the electromagnetic parking brake functioned properly and I demonstrated that.

He got in the scooter and drove off, promptly crashing several times because of the faulty brakes. Then somehow (things occasionally just "somehow" happen in dreams) the scooter changed into a small R/C car, which the guy proceeded to do all kinds of fancy maneuvers with. I asked him "Please, enough 'hot dogging' for the timr being". He told me "But everybody else lets me do this in their scooters". I then told him "I have a long way to get back home, and if the battery poops out before I get there, I'll be stuck!".

The R/C car then transformed back into a scooter, and he went to go get some tools or something. I noticed that the scooter's key was no longer in the "ignition", so I asked him "You have the key in your pocket, right?" and he answered in the affirmative before disappearing.

At that time, I used my cane and walked into the outdoor courtyard. I started shivering a bit because it felt rather cool. Then I saw one of those "time/temperature" boards, and it indicated the temperature as 64°. Then I woke up.




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