DREAM DIARY
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Well, not many remembered dreams this month either, except this one:

NOVEMBER 09, 2001:
 This one was kind of strange... I was someplace, possibly at or near a cruise ship terminal giving directions to some guy. And he started putting money on the counter in front of me. A $1 bill. And another, and another. Someone else near me seemed to be silently urging me to pick up the money before the tourist (?) changed his mind. So I did. And more money kept appearing; at least $25 more in ones, then a twenty showed up, and another twenty, and then some more ones.

I mentioned somewhere in all of this that I once gave directions to a couple heading to Juneau on a cruise, that Juneau was my old hometown (and in reality it was), that I told them which sights to see, where to buy stuff, where to eat, and even where to crash for the night. And the money kept being put on the table. Then the guy wrote some kind of a weird, orange colored foreign-looking traveller's check for $58, and I signed it and put it with the rest of the money in my hand, and we kept talking. At this point it seems I was no longer giving directions, but just engaged in general chit-chat while the money kept pouring in.

Somewhere along the line, I seemed to figure out the guy had come from Japan, even though he was not Japanese. I said something about the yen really going a long ways in the US or something, and then he wrote another check of some sort for $70 (this one was bluish or greenish, not orange like the first one), and pushed that in front of me. So I had a check for $58, another for $70, and at least a couple hundred bucks in loose bills.

Just before I woke up from this dream, we ended up in a small public restroom with one toliet and a sink. He sat on the toliet while I waited to use it myself. We thanked one another, and I left the restroom. Someone else was entering at that moment, so the door was stuck for a second. After letting the other person in, I walked out and then woke up.

This is the first dream I can remember where I got a bunch of money and actually had it for the whole duration.



NOVEMBER 11, 2001:
 This was another one of those "bar" dreams, but it was different.
In this one, I had apparently been looking for a job. I asked for, and got a job at a place called the Manray. The lounge was laid out entirely differently from the real thing (there really is a Manray lounge here in Seattle).

Much of the job seemed to be just running around and picking stuff up, like dishes and stacks of trays. A couple of women in a small office area and in a hall seemed surprised to see me working there as I opened a half-door kind of thing and put a pile of trays away in what seemed to be the dishwashing area. The halls were carpeted and the whole area was dimly lit.

The whole time I was shirtless, but nobody seemed to notice my beer gut or even care, despite everyone else being much better looking than myself. I was doing fine without a cane or a wheelchair - both of which I use in the waking world.

At the end of my first day, I ended up back in a small bar, which seemed to double as employee gathering area, and I remember what a good first day I'd had, and asking someone what the "shift rotation" was so I would know what time to come back. I wanted to come back. There was low pile carpeting and some stairs, so the inside part of the bar where myself and others worked was recessed somehow.

When I went down into this bar area, I saw the bar sink was larger than usual, and it had two miniature toliets in it, each one about 12" long and about 6" high including the tank; and they flushed loudly when the flusher was depressed.
I asked someone if that was the garbage disposal, and they said no, it was for surprising bar customers. He then flushed it. A couple of apparently off-shift employees were sleeping on small, couch-like beds under the bar counter. Things become rather vague at this point, and I woke up sometime later.

This was one of the most pleasant dreams I've had in years.



NOVEMBER 15, 2001:
 What little I remember of this dream happened while I was taking an afternoon snooze on the couch.

During one part of this nightmare, I was in an airport or some other large, mainly empty place that I recognised as an airport in my dream. There were what appeared to be ticket booths by each gate (nobody was at any of them), and I think some rows of chairs or benches around the center of the area. One side of the room was composed mainly of windows looking out on a grey, concrete landscape like you'd see at a real airport. I don't remember if I actually saw any airplanes outside or not.

Someone was chasing me, but I can't remember who it was or why. I would duck in and out of doorways, eluding my tormentor sometimes just by a few steps. I was trying to get to a certain door, possibly that leading to an airplane, and this other person was definitely trying to prevent that.

The next thing I remember was going through that door, and finding myself in a low-ceilinged room that seemed to have been painted a very dark green color. It seemed that I was now on the jet, but the interior of the low, wide room was empty, with no people or seats anywhere in sight. It was not at all like a real airplane interior.

At this point I realised that I had to go to the bathroom, so I started looking for one. I opened one of several doors I saw on the plane and inside the small grey room there was an oddly shaped airplane toliet with a wide, rectangular seat; but someone had pissed all over it. I grabbed a big handful of toliet paper and started wiping, but the paper wasn't absorbent and just smeared the piss all over the seat. Finally, the paper started picking it up. I then sat down on the toliet and tried to go, but I couldn't.

The wide, rectangular toliet and some toliet paper were the only objects in the lavatory; there was no sink, mirror, tampon disposal box, towels, buttons, lights, or anything else you'd find in a real airplane lavatory.

At this time, I started hearing a loud roaring whining sound, like a jet engine gone bad. When I got up off the toliet and opened the door, I was once again standing in the low-ceilinged room. The engine noise became louder and more distressed sounding; its pitch rising as if it were being throttled to full and then to overload.

The end of the room or hall seemed to now be open, and I saw a large metal canteliever bridge coming up fast. I thought to myself "we're going to crash". The bridge got closer and closer. It was made entirely of thick metal framework with big rivets, and was painted forest green. Just as I thought that's it, we flew UNDER the bridge. Several people (apparently, other passengers on the flight) appeared seemingly out of nowhere and ran past me toward the back of the room.

Then another structure loomed up fast, and it was Yankee Stadium. I thought then we were certainly going to crash and we're all gonna die this time. And then we slammed right into the side of Yankee Stadium! I remember very briefly seeing a flash of flame and some dark gray smoke.

At this point I was apparently all of a sudden no longer on the plane, but saw the crash from some distance away, and then saw a small thermonuclear blast (atomic bomb) that almost immediately followed the crash. As I started walking toward the scene, two crash survivors, dirty and wearing tattered & singed clothing, walked past me going the other way. Then I woke up.




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