DREAM DIARY
If I remember the dream, it will live on here for everyone to remember.
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MARCH 02, 2011
I dreamt that I was in the title sequences for Digimon; I very distinctly remember hearing the theme songs for Digimon season 3 and season 4 {these are music files in Windows WAVE [.wav] format, and are stored on my own server}, while being surrounded by graphics like you might see in the title sequences for those seasons. These sequences were in full color and appeared 3-D; but they still had a "cartoony" appearance to them.



MARCH 08, 2011
In this dream, I was riding a bicycle in Juneau AK. USA.
I was headed south on Douglas Highway, approaching the Juneau-Douglas Bridge. It was at this point that I noticed that my legs appeared to either have bionetic implants or were possibly just flat bionic; I remember seeing them in transparent plastic with yellow and blue components inside. I also noted that I could travel as fast as vehicular traffic, so I joined the other vehicles on the roadway. I pedaled across the Juneau-Douglas bridge; hung a right on Egan Highway, then I woke up as I was just passing the site of the former Taku Twin Theatres.



MARCH 09, 2011
This dream had two distinct parts.
In part 1, I dreamt that I was driving my Tyco Gyromax R/C Vehicle on our street; it went *MUCH* faster than it could in the waking world; it was more powerful as well, as when it got stuck in some grass, it spun its front wheels fast enough to kick up a spray of bluish water. At some point, I charged the battery in it by opening the battery door on the remote control, disengaging the 9 volt transistor radio battery, and connecting some red & white wires. Where the wires came from and what they were connected to I no longer remember.

In the second part of this dream, I was with at least two younger men (early 20s?), and we were talking about our skateboarding exploits -- yes, I used to be a half decent skateboarder in the waking world. I remember stepping on the tail of my board in a certain way, causing the board to flip upright where I then caught the nose of it -- just like one might do in reality.
One of the other guys' boards had pneumatic tires on wheels with short spokes; not at all like you'd see on a real board.



MARCH 20, 2011
This rather unusual dream also had two distinct parts.
In part #1, I was at my aunt's house here in Federal Way, only she wasn't my actual aunt, and the house was larger and laid out differently than her home in the waking world. I went to get something, and noticed that there were large expanses of bare flooring, not like the real thing. Then I went out the back door and into the carport (this part was somewhat realistic), noticed that my bicycle was gone (stolen, apparently); shortly thereafter, I went back inside via the same door. My aunt then lightly scolded me for coming in the wrong door, and pointed to the west of that door (where none exist in the waking world), whispering something along the lines of her wanting me to enter the house through that door. She repeated several times.
The next thing I know, I'm leaving by the side door (the one that got me in trouble moments earlier) and heading for our minivan outside. It was raining especially heavily. Instead of stepping down the stairs like one would usually do, I kind of "floated" down them as the minivan backed out so as to directly expose its passenger door to me. I climbed in, and we drove off.

In part #2, I became aware that I was no longer in the minivan, and I was suddenly walking in this mainly abandoned industrial neighbourhood. The sun was out, and the temperature was approx. 74°F (23.3°C). I was carrying several items; one of which was a black plastic flowerpot, square, and approx. 5" on each side. It had soil in it, and several species of plants were just sprouting in it. I carried it (plus the other articles -- none of which I remember what they were now) for quite a long way.
The next thing I remember, the flowerpot was gone, and I was on a bicycle, trying to get home. All kinds of narrow roads and paths presented themselves; while most of my journey was on flat ground or downhill, there were a number of sections of "uphill" roads & paths plus several obstacles that required me to dismount the bicycle and walk it up the path a short distance (or over/around the obstacle) before I remounted and pedaled it again. I was clearly lost at this point.
The neighbourhood was in rather rough shape, and consisted of factories and other industrial facilities that had long ago since been abandoned and were in a serious state of disrepair. Most of the structures had their windows broken out, and at least one had a significant amount of grafitti on it; most of it appeared to have been applied with black and grey spray paint in aerosol bombs (spray cans).
A number of times, I saw high voltage electrical transmission towers with long strings of brown porcelain insulators on them; I also saw strings of insulators and individual insulators (all in brown porcelain) in disuse on the ground and hung low in rotted wooden poles.
I travelled quite a long way, and finally encountered a few people. I asked this one guy, "Do you know where Military Road is?", and he answered something I was not able to understand, while pointing toward it. I then asked him approximately how long it would take me to get there, and he replied, "About twenty minutes". I thanked him, pedaled off in that direction, and woke up a short time later.

As a footnote, I woke up during this dream, looked at the clock, and went back to sleep -- and the dream resumed right where it left off!



MARCH 21, 2011
I don't remember a whole lot about this dream, but do remember enough of it to put in my Dream Diary.
In this dream, my long-lost but recently found best friend John Robbins from Arizona and I were in high school together -- but our roles were somewhat reversed: he was using a wheelchair and I was the one walking. Both of us were teenagers as well -- I remember him looking as he looked in the very early-1980s, and I did not at all feel odd about being a student in high school.

We were in a school office of some type, and I remember telling an employee there (a guidance counselor perhaps?) that the first week of school was always the most difficult because you had to remember which locker was yours; though I told him that it would be fairly easy for me because my locker had a single digit number (I had locker #7, though I did not say that to anybody).

The next thing I remember was John and I making our way out of the building. There were three or four stairs, but John negotiated them in his wheelchair with no problems whatsoever. Very soon thereafter, we came across this small elevator with glass walls made especially for "wheelies" (wheelchair users); I pushed the "down" button (which, oddly enough, had a green light in it instead of a red light like I might have otherwise seen), expecting the doors to immediately open, but they did not. I pushed the button several more times over the next ten seconds or so, and the doors finally opened, revealing that another "wheelie" was in the car and had just completed a trip in the elevator.

Shortly thereafter, I woke up.



MARCH 23, 2011
I didn't remember much of this dream before I could finish my drink, down my smoke...er...uh...FINISH MY SMOKE, DOWN MY DRINK (from the Anthrax song "Born Again Idiot"), but I do remember part where I was standing in front of an open refrigerator and "flicking" the naked light bulb (Naked?!? Doth it hath no shame?!?) inside in an attempt to get it to brighten, but it was not brightening. I then surmised that its filament had numerous supports, which would indeed help prevent the filament from becoming deformed or coiling in on itself and subsequently brightening. I then presumed that it must have been a GE "Roughhouse" light bulb, which is specifically designed to be a glutton for punishment.

At that time I woke up.



MARCH 27, 2011
I dreamt that I had brief custody of a beat-up old bicycle. A cabulance-type vehicle appeared, and opened its back doors. For some reason, I dismounted the bicycle and entered by foot (the cabulance operator even operated the lift to bring me up to the van's back door level), and saw what I first figured to be a scooter (a wheelchair-like device for the disabled) of some type, but soon figured that it was way too large. It had three wheels, a "gas tank" like a motorcycle, and a number of boxes on the back that were full of switches and wires.

For some reason, I took it for a spin. Although it had petals like a bicycle, most of the "excitement" as it were came from a somewhat noisy electric propulsion unit, controlled with a surprisingly small thumb lever on the right-side handlebar. I drove it down the street, and down a fairly steep hill (also with a paved road on it). It was fast (approx. 25mph {40.23kph}), but going down that hill didn't really speed it up that much...conversely, going back up the steep street didn't bog it down a whole lot either. I drove it around several streets and (albiet quite slowly) through a crowded pedestrian concourse of some type. Eventually, I drove it back into the cabulance-type vehicle, and tried to explain to its owner some improvements to the electrical system. Some of those electronics boxes on the back were quite warm -- dare I say -- even hot to the touch at this time.
Then I woke up.



MARCH 27, 2011
No, you aren't seeing things.
Yes, a same-day update.
I had this dream while I was taking what my now-deceased housemate called an "afternoon delight" -- a nap.
All I really remember was being at home, and going downstairs to have my sister take me to school (some college classes). The clock read 3:07, and I knew that the classes started at 3:15. My father was in this dream as well, but he spent it all at the kitchen table reading a newspaper.



MARCH 28, 2011
I only remember a short segment of this dream.
In this segment, it was Thanksgiving, and I was getting dinner at a "soup kitchen" {they're called "SOUP" kitchens but they rarely serve just soup these days}. I reached the counter, and was getting four pieces of bread to make two turkey sandwiches. I recognised the man behind the counter as Dale Gowen, a person whom I knew in my very early teens (he was also approx. the same age as I was) from Cedar Park in west Juneau AK. USA. I had accidentally grabbed five pieces of bread, so I handed one back to him (a heel, if I remember correctly), then headed over to where the turkey and condiments were. I remember seeing several types of green stuff, and a rather sizeable, rectangular jar of mayonnaise that read "CHOLESTEROL FREE" in large yellow lettering on its label.
Then the alarm clock discharged, snuffing out this dream before I could eat anything. :-O




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