DREAM DIARY
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December 01, 2010
Another bar dream -- yes, a Six Eleven Tavern dream. I used to tend bar here, so it's no wonder that I dream about every now and again.

In this one, I was behind the bar, doing the usual bartender stuff...you know, serving drinks, douching out glasses, dumping buttholders (ashtrays), that kind of horse puckey. I served a few drinks, before a person I recognised in the waking world as "Alaska Pete" sat at the end of the bar and ordered a glass of "bridge". I wasn't exactly certain what "bridge" was, but I went looking for it anyway. I looked for the bottle in all of the undercounter reach-in coolers and in the large glass-front reach-in and the bottle still failed to turn up. I went back and told "Alaska Pete" that I was unable to find it and that it may be a hard liquor drink that a beer bar like the Six Eleven simply did not serve -- then asked him to wait a moment because I saw the bar's owner, Jim Feigley, out of the corner of my eye. So I asked Jim where the "bridge" was...he proceeded to walk back to his little cubbyhole at the back of the room. I followed him in until another doorway became evident; which I waited outside of. A moment later, he emerged from his little hidy-hole with a medium sized glass of a dark amber liquid, which he handed to me. It felt quite warm, but I really thought little of it while I carried the drink behind and to the end of the bar and set it in front of Pete. I then said to Pete "I don't know how much I'm suppose to charge for this, so I'll just charge you what I would for a glass of wine: $1.25".
Pete then produced a $1 and a $5 and then handed both bills to me. I told him that it was only $1.25, and then his boyfriend (yes, the Six Eleven was a F46 bar) handed me two more bills, which I took to the cash register. I saw four very large rectangular buttons (in addition to the large array of small buttons that one might expect to see on an electromechanical cash register); so I chose the third one, pushed it, and the register bell dinged and the drawer opened. At this time, I noticed that the two bills that Pete's boyfriend handed me were a $1 and a $20. Right about this time, my alarm clock discharged and snuffed out this dream.

At some unknown point in the dream, my now-deceased friend and fellow bartender Dale Hilmer made an appearance -- he was getting some ice water behind the bar. I too went to get ice water, but the ice compartment was nearly empty and had some green vegetative material in it; however, I was able to find sufficient ice to put in my glass.


This is "Alaska Pete" (the one with the red blanket on), marching in the Gay Pride Parade (also called "The F*g March" by some) just east of downtown Seattle WA. USA on 06-24-01.



December 03, 2010
In this dream, I was using my rollator (a wheeled walker) to go get the mail (I own and use a rollator in this fashion in the waking world). It was very cold (est. 14°F {-10.0°C}) and there was a fair quantity of dry, powdery snow in the street; some of it compacted by vehicles running over it. It was dark, and the mailboxes in this dream were down the street to the east; they're down the street to the west in the waking world. I soon felt this queer sensation in my groin, and thought that the wheels of my rollator were throwing snow at my balls -- but shortly thereafter, I woke up, and Patches (one of our kitty cats) was curled up between my legs, and was trying to ralf up a hairball. That somewhat regular "wiggling" of her body while she was attempting to dislodge the hairball was what I had felt in the dream.


This is Patches using my leg as a pillow. I offer this as proof that she really does sleep here and that I'm not just yanking your chain. :-)



December 20, 2010
In this dream, I was in my electric scooter indoors in a mall not that unlike the Merchant's Wharf in Juneau AK. USA. I remember having the scooter totally piled high with all kinds of "stuff" (type not known, but very probably purchases I'd made at various stores in the mall), which included a very small wheeled shopping cart. I remember trying unsuccessfully to get another, similar shopping cart onto the already overloaded scooter.

My next memory was of waiting to drive down the hall inside the mall and waiting for all kinds of other shoppers with wheeled things other than shopping carts -- this included somebody riding on some type of motorised skateboard; its occupant was either sitting or lying face-up on it as it whizzed by. Once the coast was clear, I drove off, looked in a few store windows as I went past them, then I woke up.



December 20, 2010
In the first two (of three) segments of this brief dream, I was once again living at the Juneau Receiving Home -- I spent a number of years living there in my early-teens, so it's no wonder I dream about it every now and again.

In the first of two segments, I walked downstairs (the real Receiving Home was just one story) and hung a right. A teenage transsexual appeared, sat at the dining room table, and appeared bewildered that he (she) was there. He (she) then proceeded to get up, move toward the living room, and dance in a rather sexual manner. There were these white rings under his (her) arms from what I believe was the deodouriser he (she) used along with his (her) armpit perspiration itself.

In the second segment, I went out back for a smoke -- the layout was correct this time around. When I attempted to fire up a smoke, my lighter broke, shooting a large metal rod and some springs out. I picked up the metal rod, but was not able to find one of the springs (to which the flint was attached).

In another segment of this dream (not in the Receiving Home this time) I was in my room, and had just moved the bed from its position in the waking world to a new location along the opposite wall. There were a few objects on the floor where the head of the bed once covered. As I was leaving the room, I was adjusting the branches of a small but dense Christmas tree near the door so that the door would not close on them. Then I woke up.



December 21, 2010
In this dream, I was on a bicycle and riding toward an unknown destination. I've had a very similar dream one time in the past, where I had to reach a certain destination but a number of significant (but not totally insurmountable) obstacles appeared in my path.

I was riding a bicycle in this dream; the location (as best I can place it) would be headed north on Alaskan Way just west of downtown Seattle WA. USA. The skies were mainly clear, and temperatures were very comfortable -- mid-70s F. anyway. I looked at my watch, and noted that I had 45 minutes to make the round trip and be at work -- the now-defunct 611 Tavern I believe. A couple of the obstacles from this dream that I recognise from a previous dream were:


1: The inside of a small shopping mall with wooden slat flooring not unlike the Merchant's Wharf in Juneau AK. USA. I believe I had to climb a steep area, and somehow make it down to the other side without falling off and then navigate through a kitchen-like area (stoves, refrigerators, toasters, can openers, blenders, and numerous other small kitchen electrics populated this area).

2: An outdoor area that had very narrow passages which had to be successfully navigated before I could continue. A body of water was pesent in some context; perhaps a bay that had to be avoided so that I would not fall off the bicycle or something.

At one point, I noticed that the front tire & innertube had come off the front wheel and the wheel itself was also damaged -- I was able to successfully ride on the rim however. I rode the bike with the busted tire down hills and rather rapidly along paved areas without falling or even slipping a little.

Just before my alarm clock discharged and snuffed out this dream, I passed through a door and noticed a small quantity of what I believe was snow on the ground, yet it was not cold outside.



December 29, 2010
In this dream, I was riding my scooter along both paved and unpaved areas of a fairly heavily-wooded area. Once again, I had to pedal the scooter part of the time -- but only along long stretches of straight, relatively flat terrain. There was a button near the "throttle" lever that I held down; doing so gave me many times the speed and range than usual while only consuming twice the battery power. I believe the upper limit was 35 or even 40MPH -- blazing fast for one of these critters!!! :-O

During parts of my ride, there were sections of the "trail" that seemed impassable by scooter, but they were in fact navigable. Such sections included very sharp turns on a narrow trail with a steep dropoff to one side, roundish rocks the size of bowling balls on the trail floor, and the like.

After travelling for quite some time, I realised that my ultimate destination was not to be found, so I turned around and headed back. Somewhere along the way, I stopped and asked some guy "where the road was", and he pointed out a spiraling, descending trail that "emptied" into a nice wide road. So I successfully drove the scooter down this seemingly impassable route and soon wound up on the roadway.

After travelling a fairly long distance, I awoke.




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