DREAM DIARY
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JAN 09, 2012
In the brief segment of this dream that I remember, I was playing music from my pee-cee. There was somebody else with me, who said, "Turn it up", to which I replied, "The other people in this house wouldn't like it; that's why I have these earphones" {as I pointed to them in their normal position at my computer}. I then proceeded to tell him that I was listening to music from the Sega arcade video game, "Afterburner II" from 1987 -- yet the music was clearly from the computer demo, "Panic" by Future Crew from late-1992. The video on my monitor showed a blurry moving screen from Afterburner II though.
Then I woke up.



JAN 26, 2012
I dreamt that I was competing in an electric wheelchair race. It was outdoors, and the track was hard-packed dirt not all that unlike what you might see in a baseball park infield. I was in my old Rascal #255 scooter (this is the #245 in a 4-wheel electric wheelchair format), and for some reason, I had to leave the racetrack, drive the chair for approx. 0.1 mile, and fill it up with gasoline (!?!)

At the gas station, I had the attendant (a female in her mid-20s) fill up the tank, but when I was just starting to drive off, I took note that the gas guage was registering approx ¾ tank, so I quickly returned and gave her another $10 or so to fill it all the way up.

While I was driving back, I thought to myself, "I'm sitting on a bomb" (referring to the automotive-sized gas tank positioned directly below my seat), yet the motor was nearly silent and clearly electric, not piston-driven.

I then returned to the racetrack to find both it and the grandstands nearly vacant. I asked a guy (who, while dressed in "civvies", I knew worked there) if the race was over, and he said yeah it was.

Next thing I remember I was driving my chair toward what appeared to be a mini-mall near the racetrack. Something just felt "wonky" about the chair, so I stopped it, tipped it onto its back end, and immediately noted that both rear tires (or "tyres" if you prefer) were flat. Nothing queer about that...but then I took note that the axle had two flat tires on each side: pneumatic (air-filled) ones and foam-filled "flat free" tires. While in reality, the foam-filled ones have no valve stem (to add air), in the dream, these tires had valve stems on the inside (facing the transaxle). So I filled both foam-filled tires up with a can of Fix-A-Flat that just somehow appeared, put the chair back down, and started driving it again. Shortly thereafter, I noticed that the engager lever ("throttle") occasionally malfunctioned, so that the chair would not adjust its speed or start. I climbed some stairs in it, and ended up inside the shopping area. The tiller ass'y had now begun to "stick", so I went into one of the stores to look for some WD-40. After seeing a large display of WD-40 being bundled with some other products (there were multiple types of products with the cans), I had asked the clerk if there was any WD-40 for sale by itself because I told him that I was short on money. He rather quickly retrieved one and rang it up -- it was approx. $7 and change. I thought that I might come up just a hair short, but I opened my wallet and there was a $20, a $10, some $5 and some $1 bills -- so I paid for the WD-40, went out of the store to spray the defective (sticking) tiller, and then woke up.





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