DREAM DIARY
If I remember the dream, it will live on here for everyone to remember.
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02-03-12
I once again dreamt that I was moving back to the Morrison Apts., my first apartment -- located in downtown Seattle WA. USA. I also had the same apt. number as I had in the waking world, # 531. I was in my Pride® Celebrity X3 Scooter for the entire duration of this dream.

First thing I did was check my mail; there were several envelopes in there but none that I remembered specifically. I then went into the elevator and pushed the button for the fifth floor. Entering right behind me was a black man of perhaps 25 or thereabouts; he had short, tightly-curled (nappy?) hair, and he asked me if I wanted to join his glee club. He showed me a flier; I briefly skimmed over it and answered, "I'll definitely give it some thought. May I please keep this flier?" He said he'd have to go make a copy (it had some handwriting in black ballpoint pen on the back; possibly including several telephone numbers) and he immediately asked me where he could make copies. So I steered him toward an office of some sort in the same structure -- he quickly made a copy and handed it to me (I don't know what happened with the elevator; clearly we were not occupying it at the time!).

Next thing you know, I was checking my mailbox again. This time, there were four pennies in it (their distinctive copper color clued me in at once as to exactly what the coins were).

Next, I was in my apartment. It was larger and laid out quite a bit differently than it was in reality. I decided to change my clothes; but for some reason I "put on" my entire clothes basket (a mesh cylindrical affair that normally hangs on a closet rod) -- this basket was full of clothes, yet I thought that nothing was queer about this.

In the next part of this dream, I was leaving the Morrison, headed north in my scooter. Apparently I wanted to see if Bartells and such were still there after sixteen years. I drove the scooter along 3rd Ave. but none of the area looked familiar at all. The scooter was moving more quicky than it does in real life; probably hitting 15MPH (24.140KPH) in some areas. To my right, there was a steep, tree-covered hillside that definitely does not exist in the waking world. Not too far into my trip, I began to encounter small patches of snow on the ground; this soon became solid snow but never more than one inch (2.540cm) deep. I then noticed that my forwaard velocity had decreased very significantly (to perhaps 2.50MPH {4.02KPH}) which caused me to check my battery meter. The first meter I saw was a speedometer (which does not actually exist on the scooter); then I saw the battery meter. The needle was down into the red, indicating that the scooter's batteries were quite close to pooping out. So I turned around and looked for hills to go down, as this would result in some regenerative charging of the batteries. I had no trouble whatsoever finding the hills, but none of the area I was travelling in was familiar at all. After doing this for quite some time, I woke up.


This is the Morrison, located at 509 3rd Ave. in downtown Seattle.


And this was my apt. as seen from the outside. Note the plants & rainbow flag outside the window.

Note that the buildings appear curved; this is a digital photograph of a paper one; if I owned or had access to a scanner, that would result in a picture where the structures do not curve.



02-19-12
For the entire duration of this dream, I was looking for the Super Bear supermarket in Juneau AK. USA. I was riding a skateboard equipped with flashing LEDs, a Light Cannon 100 HID (used as a headlight), and at some points in this dream (especially the segment that puts me on Glacier Highway), a Wicked Lasers S3 Arctic G2 445nm Blue Laser (also directed forward). Most of the time, I was riding on a slightly downhill path; but several segments of this dream did have me riding a level street or even a very slight uphill angle where I had to "kick" in order to keep moving forward.

The dream started near the Juneau Receiving Home (where I actually lived from the late-1970s through the early-1980s). Although the Super Bear was very close in reality (less than two blocks away), in this dream I was not able to find it. I skated through various neighbourhoods; each one becoming more unfamiliar as I went. I asked several people along the way, "Excuse me, but do you know where the Super Bear is?"

Finally, I ended up in some industrial building, and after skateboarding in it for a short time, once again asked some woman, "Excuse me, but do you know where the Super Bear is?", and she said "yes; it's {as my grandma used to say, about two blocks} that way", and pointed her finger toward it. So I thanked her, and started skating "that way". But as I was probably just a couple of hundred feet into my trip, a large steel door came down directly in front of me, and I woke up just before I would have been crushed (and subsequently would have become worm food).

Not once did I douche out (crash) on my skateboard; though I did have a couple of close calls.

The weather was extremely variable; one minute it would be dark ("dark" as in "after sunset") and rainy; the next it would be blue skies and sunshine. Temperatures appeared to stay in the upper 50s farenheit (mid-teens celsius) even though there was a small amount of slush & spotty wet snow on the ground during several segments of this dream.



02-26-12
In this dream, I had just that morning received my new electric wheelchair from The SCOOTER Store® (in reality, several days ago I filled out an online form and shortly thereafter, received a telephone call from The SCOOTER Store® about this; we scheduled an appointment with my doctor on 03-05-12 so she can write a prescription for it), and I was trying to find my home in downtown Seattle WA. USA in it. The first part I remember (which actually comprises of a significant percentage of this dream) is being in a large structure with wooden floors (the kind of floor you might have found at the Merchant's Wharf in Juneau AK. USA in the early-1980s; it's the long light blue building in the photograph below today's entry).

I was able to ascend and decend stairs if the step height wasn't too great, and one thing I found out right away is that the chair tipped over quite readily. I went down a fairly shallow drop, and the chair tipped on its side -- forcing me to extricate myself from the "wreckage" and right the chair. At some point in the "indoors" sequence, I used an elevator two times: once to go up and once to go back down. I believe I was attempting to find the street-level exit, which took me an awfully long time. Toward the end of this sequence, I heard somebody say, "Aren't you going to say hello?", so I turned around, and saw an old friend -- he was an old friend in this dream though I do not recognise him in the waking world. He was in his 40s, had long black hair, and was rather "snaggletoothed"; yet that didn't stop me from hugging him rather tightly and exchanging greetings (he was a fag, as am I in the waking world, so no surprises that I'd dream about hugging another dude like that every now and again).

The "outdoors" sequence placed me on a street; I believe I was attempting to find my home in downtown Seattle, yet as I progressed farther and farther, my surroundings became more and more bizarre. I saw a sign that read "BUS ROUTE 31 UNIVERSITY DISTRICT FINAL STOP AHEAD" or something to that effect. The terrain I was navigating also began to become more challenging: shallow concrete stairs, ledges, and other obstacles presented themselves, yet I was able to maneuver through them with only minimal difficulty. As I travelled farther, I came across a traffic sign that read something to the effect of, "DENNY REGRADE NEXT EXIT" and another phrase that I no longer remember. For some reason, I realised that I was headed toward the University District somewhat north of Seattle, instead of toward downtown Seattle where I was attempting to go. After a bit of travel on roads & sidewalks, I went down another fairly mild incline (tilted downward and to the left) and my chair tipped over again. This time, it fell on its left side in an intersection so I hurried to right the chair, climb back in, and motor off to safety; yet no cars were coming and I was in no real danger. I also began to notice that when I released the joystick on the chair's right armrest, the chair decellerated very slowly (often necessitating having to slam it in reverse in order to stop); this most frequently occurred at intersections where there were "WALK" and "DON'T WALK" signals. I also faced increasing challenges to safely navigate. At this point, I thought to myself, "if this is a dream, I had better call my mother". After a short period, I realised that it was indeed a dream, and started to reach for my cellular telephone...and I woke up just before dialing.

At several points during this dream, I checked the battery gauge, and it read full on all but one occasion -- the one time it didn't it indicated approx. 60% power but made a rapid climb to full some several seconds later.


This is the Merchant's Wharf in Juneau AK. USA.



02-29-12
My memory of this dream is spotty at best, but I do remember a couple of fragments from it.
I was living with my stepmother and deceased father in an apt. in Sacramento CA. USA. I noted something odd in one room: where the fire alarm in the ceiling was, there was an electrical box with a small flame coming from it! The flame was approx. the same size as that produced by a burning candle, but was significantly dimmer. Most notable about it however, was that it was upside-down! Where it should have curled back up into the electrical box, it was aimed downward instead; like a photograph of a burning candle turned upside-down. So I ran to the living room and shouted, "FIRE! FIRE!" and my stepmother followed me back to the room that had the fire on the ceiling. On the floor directly under the fire laid the burnt remnants of a fire alarm, and up in the electrical box, one of the wires had a coppery sheen to its insulation right near the stripped end -- as though one of the wire ends touched another. My stepmother rather handily extinguished the little fire which I could not quite reach. As she was doing so, I noticed a cigarrette stub wedged between the ceiling and the electrical box. She then shouted to my dad, "The fire alarm exploded." Dad said, "I couldn't hear you, what was that again?", so she repeated the phrase.

Next thing I remember is being in the garage with my father, preparing to move the upright freezer and upright refrigerator upstairs because the AC wall receptacles in the garage no longer had power because of the fire. So he put one of them on a furniture dolly, and upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, had me move in front of the dolly so I could help lift it up each stair (the dolly was positioned exactly the opposite of how it should have been positioned to ascend stairs). We got it upstairs with only very minimal difficulty, and I attempted to point out AC receptacles that were "hot" and could therefore be used to power the freezer.

Next thing I remember is following dad into what looked like a rather fancy hotel lobby. The desk clerk was none other than Heady (or is it "Heddie" or even "Hetty"?) from the TV program, "NCIS: LA". She asked , "How may I help you?" or something to that effect, and dad said that the fire alarm had just exploded. After that, we were in a (the) room, and dad was scolding me for something (which I no longer remember), and then I was following him again through hallways and throught the maze-like lobby. Somewhere along the line, I lost him, so I hit the exit intent upon going back home. Outdoors, the first intersection I had come to strongly resembled the intersection of 5th and Denny in downtown Seattle WA. USA. However, I thought to myself, "We're in Sacramento"; at which point I woke up.




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