DREAM DIARY
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03-01-12
I don't remember a lot of this dream, but it had to do with my "motoring" around inside of a large grocery store in an electric wheelchair. I remember that the joystick control could be moved pretty much anywhere on the right armrest, the chair had an electric tilt that allowed the seat to recline far back (until I was almost in a lying-down position; though when tilted back this far, my view was obstructed probably by my knees or part of the wheelchair's structural components), and it was considerably faster than a powerchair normally is -- I believe it had a maximum speed of approx. 9mph (14.48kph) -- which I indeed took it to fairly frequently. I also checked the battery gauge on at least several occasions; it always indicated near-full power remaining.

The flooring in the store was mainly wood, much like that 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'm not certain just what it was I was looking for, but at one point, I wanted a box of Nabisco brand Chicken in a Biskit crackers, and at some other point, I saw decorations and confections on sale from last Halloween -- in that particular case, I was looking for something lighted with LEDs.


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



03-14-12
I don't remember a lot of this dream, but the part I do was...cummon, take a whack it anyway...




If you said, "a dream about skateboarding", ¡¡¡NINGUNA MANERA HOZAY!!!
It was a bar dream set at the now-defunct Six Eleven Tavern in Seattle WA. USA of course!!!

In this segment, I was behind the bar, using my cane to hobble around (as I do in the waking world). I was looking for something in a small metal compartment behind the near-end of the bar (the end closest to the front doors). I noticed a customer walking up to the "order here" area; he was a tall black man in his mid-30s. He asked for a can of Coors beer, so I started looking for one...first in the glass-front reefer behind the far end of the bar, then in the refrigerated cabinets under the cash register (which were uncharateristically empty -- not even a Budweiser or Bud Light were seen), and then finally back to the customer, whom I was about to say, "Sorry sir, we do not have any type of Coors". At that instant, Roger (another bartender at the 611) appeared. We exchanged greetings, and he went back to the customer who wanted the Coors. He asked Roger for (I believe) a six-pack to go, and Roger replied, "Sir, you'll have to go to a package liquor store for that." or something to that effect. I went back to the near-end of the bar and once again started looking in that metal compartment for something {which I have no idea of what it might have been}. I stepped back and turned approx. 90° to the left, and saw a shaggy-haired man -- who then somehow transformed into my (now-deceased) friend and fellow bartender Dale Hilmer aka. Dale DeLarente (pronounced, "dell uh RENT' ay"). I immediately told him, "It's been an awfully long time since I've been behind the bar!!!", we exchanged more greetings, then I woke up while we were hugging one another. Actually, he did something that I found erotic while we exchanged hugs, but this is an online dream journal, not a "pron" website.




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