DREAM DIARY
If I remember the dream, it will live on here for everyone to remember.
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August 02, 2002
I dreamt I was at a baseball game in an open-air stadium. The stadium was small and sparsely populated, and seemed to be more like a multi-level theatre with the roof taken off, rather than a ballpark. The weather was mostly sunny with temperatures in the lower to middle 70s. I was in some bleacher seats in far right well in foul territory, and a lot of baseballs were coming into this section. I almost got one; I felt it go off the tip of my glove but it ended up being caught by somebody a few rows back. A few more hits and a little while later, a ball came low and bounced along a concourse near my seat; I trapped it with my glove, and held it up in victory as baseball fans so often do when they catch themselves a souvenir.

When I looked at the ball though, it appeared darker than usual, and seemed to be flattened, as if it were an inflatable with half the air gone. An air valve became noticeable at the top, like the kind you see on blow-up water toys. And when I squeezed it, this tinkly, electronic music started coming out of it.

I started wandering around the "ballpark", looking for a better view of the game. Somewhere along the line, I ended up right near the warning track in left field, and a low foul ball was hit in my direction. It skipped along the grass, then rolled onto the track, and then into my glove. When I examined this one, it was large (about the size of a grapefruit) and had a burnt orange color like a well-used basket ball. (It was a normal looking baseball when I first picked it up). It had several large "wrinkles" as part of its surface, and I could only just barely make out the stitching patten one would normally see on a baseball. It also had a concealed button on the bottom, which made some kind of faint music or sound come out of it when pressed. The sounds were much fainter than the ones that came from the first baseball. A short time later, some kind of black, curtain-like ribbons came down over the field which apparently signalled the end of the ballgame.

After the game ended, I wandered through various parts of the "stadium" as the rather sparse crowd was beginning to file out. I think I was looking around the seats for something, but I can't remember what it was. After doing this for awhile, I woke up, putting an end to this fairly strange dream.



August 12, 2002
I was at home, doing nothing in particular. Maybe watering plants or something. Then I noticed ropes hanging outside the window; it was the window washer, and he was having problems getting his rope swung past the open bedroom window. When I went to close the window, the crank handle was missing, so I turned the little shaft by hand, and slowly got the window shut. A few minutes later, I heard some cursing and more commotion outside. I carefully peeked through the door between the bedroom and living room, and noticed that the window washers had made it to my living room windows; and those windows were also wide open. So I did the same thing: found the cranks were missing, and closed the windows manually by grasping the shaft and turning it a little bit at a time. The window washers washed the windows, and then moved on. I started reopening all the windows, and then I woke up.

The next dream I had after a brief waking period, I was in my bathroom, and my toliet was broken. It would not flush. I called maintenance, and they came right over. A circuit breaker panel magically appeared on the wall next to and above the toliet bowl on the right-hand side (as you face the bowl), and a small opening was noticed in the floor directly in front of the toliet, slightly to the left of center. When the maintenance guy flipped the breaker, the toliet flushed itself and brownish toliet water started spewing from the hole in the floor, and the breaker panel started emitting clouds of greyish black, stinky electrical smoke. I was trying to sop up the mess coming from the hole using towels, old clothes, and a dried-up yellow sponge mop; then I grabbed one of those little contour rugs that's supposed to go in front of the toliet, and threw it over the hole in the floor instead. Then I woke up, ending the dream for good.

As an interesting side note, when I went to use my toliet this morning, it really would not flush. I took the tank lid off, and filled the tank using a beer pitcher and the bathtub faucet. After flushing, I jiggled the guts inside the toliet tank and started them working again, but I'll probably have to replace the flush valve in the very near future. Strange coincidence that I'd dream my tiolet was busted, and then find it broken for real the very same morning?



August 15, 2002
I don't remember much about this one, but it was another bartending dream set in the old 611 Tavern. It was sometime during mid-day, and I was just opening. A dirty old alcoholic with a long, yellowish grey beard and wearing a dirty blue down parka and worn-out brown pants came in, carrying two clear 40-ounce bottles of beer. The bottles had no labels on them. One was unopened, the other was about 3/4 full. He was setting the bottles in the window bay next to the front door where customers normally put coats, bags, and other belongings. I told the man that he had to leave his bottles behind the bar if he wanted to stay and drink here. As he was crossing the room to get to the far end of the bar, somebody (a female helper, I think) remarked "That guy smells like piss". She said that the smell was about a 5 on a scale of 1 to 10. Once the man reached the far end of the bar, I took his bottles, laid them on their sides in a pull-out tray (on rollers or a track of some kind) in the bottom of a glass front reach-in cooler, and slid the door shut. At no time did I detect the odor of urine around the old man, despite what my helper said when he first came in. Several more older gentlemen (all of which also appeared to be street alcoholics, somewhat dishievelled looking and dressed in the same kind of dirty clothes as the first man) came in a moment later, and that's where my memory of this part of the dream ends. I had not yet served any liquor or taken any money.

In another part of the same dream, I was looking for styrofoam cups behind the bar. I found a couple of dirty ones at the end of the bar, took them to the other end and threw them in the garbage. I think I woke up before finding a good cup. There was no sense of urgency; I wasn't looking for a cup to serve a drink in - I was just looking for a cup for the hell of it I guess.



August 18, 2002
Only some fragments this time. In one, I was entering an elevator in a good-sized building. I had my burgundy Rascal scooter, but I wasn't riding it. Instead, I pushed it in and stood up next to it. My neighbor Mavis was in the elevator, sitting in her candy-apple red scooter. Her puppy dog was in the scooter's front basket, sitting on a black fabric like a blanket or a shirt covering the bottom half of the basket. After a minute, the elevator stopped, and Mavis slowly backed out. I remarked to her that the front tire on her scooter was almost flat and that she needed to get some air in it pretty soon.

The next thing I remember was being on a high floor of a building (the same one perhaps) housing a psychiatry office. I drove my scooter around the area I thought I was supposed to be, but it was pretty much deserted. The large space was carpeted in a dark blue, low pile carpeting. There were a couple of work desks and chairs and a wastepaperbasket or two, plus a few of those carpeted freestanding walls; not unlike what you'd find in a regular office building. The illumination came primarly from the windows; though there may have been a fluorescent ceiling light or two.

Then a woman came through a nearby door and summoned me into her office. This room was small, and looked more or less like any psychiatrist's office; with framed diplomas on the wall, lots of manuals and books, a computer, and bulky, dark wood furnishings. A male doctor or psychiatrist was seated at the desk. In front of him were some large medication bottles. He dumped one on the desk, and several huge pills and a huge capsule tumbled out. Then he started picking through them, and telling me I needed to take one of each pill every week, starting with the capsule. The capsule was about the diameter of a Leggs hoisery egg, but was elongated like a medication capsule usually is. It was made of thick, transparent acrylic and filled with some pink things. I asked why it was so large and thick, and the doctor said it was time release, and was designed to stay inside for a whole week. The doctor said I needed to take these because I had a combination of diabetes and something like Chron's disease. (I can no longer remember the actual word, but it was similar). Taking one of each pill every week would "cure" it. The other pills on the table were about as large as Sweet Tarts candy (around 1.5" to 2.0" in diameter), and colored a dark magenta; bordering on purple.
The dream ended about when the medication was being replaced in its bottle.


Later in the day, I took a nap and dreamt I was at some kind of concert. The band was well known, like REM or something. One of the musicians grabbed what looked like a small mixing board, aimed it at the audience, and started crossing the stage from left to right. The board had several oversized sliders and a pair of tiny speakers on it. When he came toward my section, electric guitar sounds could be heard coming from it, and they had this wide stereo seperation sound as he passed by. Then he set the device down. The silver, keyboard-sized box had a worn, brown label on which I could remember the word "amp" being on it.

A bit later, I started hearing this rapid, stacatto percussion sound coming from my immediate left. The guy from the band who had the mixer board was slapping the back of the seat of the guy next to me with a pair of old dirty white sneakers, alternately hitting left and right. I thought it was annoying, because it was drowning out the song. This went on for around a minute, and then he moved on.

Shortly after that ended, an older-middle aged man sat immediately to my right. He was "trolling" for younger men, and I somehow knew him, and somehow remember that he had recently given me a cheap, pink plastic wristwatch. When he looked at my wrist, I told him I had forgotten to put the watch on after getting out of the shower, and that I didn't think it was waterproof at all. Then I described how I would have tested the watch: I'd immerse it face-down so that water wouldn't fall directly on the movement, and so on. Then he pulled the front of my shirt apart, leaned toward my armpit, and smelled; saying something like "Did you forget something else when you showered?". Mercifully, I woke up at this moment. :-p



August 19, 2002
I dreamt I was in a bar, but this time I was a customer, not the bartender. I was drinking pint glasses of beer and playing video games & pinball. I don't remember what all the games were, except for a Defender cocktail that somebody was playing. There were also two large jukeboxes; one was a Rowe, and I think the other was a Rock-Ola. A friend of mine was also there, but I can't remember who he was. In addition, several other people were up at the front of the bar getting all liquored up.

Some little kid tried to play the pinball machine, and drained all the balls without getting any score. I looked at the game a minute later, and saw one of the balls stuck between the end of the flipper and the drain gate, and the current game was still active. So I stood at the machine and told my friend that I had about a one in a million chance of saving the ball. Guess who got lucky? After playing the last ball for a very brief time, it drained, but a few more came down out of some locked-ball escrows on the playfield, and I played those. Although they all drained quickly and I know my score was very low, the backboard of the pinball flashed "WINNER" in giant lettering; colored primarily blue and yellow.

I went up to the bar to order another beer. Affixed to the underside of the waiter's station and crossing above the lap of the customer in the space immediately to the left of the station was what appeared to be a driveshaft. I toyed with it for a minute, curious as to why it was there. The end under the waiter's station was attached by a flat, wide hook of some kind, so I almost dislodged it after lifting it slightly. The customer who's lap it passed over seemed more or less oblivious to it. After replacing the "driveshaft" in its original position, the bartender came, I ordered my beer & paid for it, and I went back to the back of the room with it.

Sometime later, I decided to play the game. It was a dual game setup, with Defender on one side, and some other game on the other. I put my quarter in the Defender side, and started to play. But it wasn't Defener; it played more like Galaga or Moon Cresta, and the little spaceships you're supposed to shoot at were Donkey Kong characters. And they moved in a group like they do in Galaxian, and shot a lot. My ship had a good arsenal, and was equipped with a shield that could be activated with a button. So I shot a whole bunch of the baddies, and then one locked onto one of my spare ships with a tractor beam and started climbing the screen with it. Before it got to the top, the ship I was using was destroyed, along with the one that the aliens took. While playing my last ship, the characters changed again, a kind of broken barrier in various shades of blue & cyan appeared between my ship and the rest of the screen, my Fire and Shield buttons quit working, and finally, the game locked up.

After another beer, I turned the screwed-up cocktail game upside-down (those things are really heavy in real life, but apparently not in dreams), and started pointing out things to my friend. Under the game cabinet, there were switches that didn't belong there, for things like audio settings, com port settings, and so on. It was made of a creamy colored plastic with deep ridges and fins on it. I said out loud, "This thing has Channel 3 and Channel 4 select" and then "This isn't a video game, it's an Apple II C computer", and my friend agreed and said something like "An Apple II C, yeah, what a piece of sh*t!".
Sometime shortly thereafter, I woke up.



August 19, 2002
Another late afternoon nap (that's why there are two august 19ths), and some more nice fragments for you.

This time, I was in some kind of large building with people I knew. Well, I knew some in real life, but some others, including some kids, I only seemed to know them in the dream world. I was able to fly, just by standing upright and concentrating. When I did this, I would slowly lift straight up & hover, then I could fly off in any direction I chose. When in this flight mode, I had the feeling that I was wearing a superhero suit of some kind, like superman or other similar character. One or two of the kids took off and were heading to the other end of the building by going outside and around. I flew inside the building to the other end, and ended up in a bedroom or a bathroom. I tried to open the window and go through it, but it was too small to squeeze through. The framing around the window was white painted metal, and the window closure was a simple clip of some kind. So I picked another, larger window, opened it, and barely squeezed through it. Once through, I purposefully dived to the ground, and started to concentrate again just before I would have hit; so I curved, leveled out, and then gained altitude. I can't remember if the kids were there or not. I flew around briefly, and then the dream shifted.

Next fragment places me back in the building, and there was some hint of a disaster of some kind on the way. Something weather-related, possibly; but I just don't know for sure. I know it wasn't an earthquake or volcano warning, nor was there any hint of terrorism. I flew around inside the building again. I remember something about a door, and I think I blew it off its hinges with some kind of weapon, and flew through the opening & back outside. I found that if I concentrated even harder, I could gain tremendous speed and altitude, the kind of flying that would give the Blue Angels a serious run for their money. I flew around like this for awhile, apparently for no particular reason, and then the dream changed again.

The next thing I remember was flying around like this, and it was fairly dark, like twilight. I remember seeing a number of large red fire engines, they were also flying, and they were on their way to a fire. So I joined them. Flew right alongside them. When the fire trucks were landing, I jetted ahead to watch them land from the front. They seemed to sprout stubby white bird's wings from their midsections, which disappeared after they landed and came to a stop. At no other point were wings of any kind a feature in this dream. I also don't remember actually seeing a fire.

The last fragment places me at what was apparently the fire scene: a large structure at a place I recognised as Volunteer Park in Seattle. It was almost completely burnt out and gutted; and a beat-up light tan van was danging from the end of a crane at the far side. The van still had water gushing out of it. It also had some gang grafitti on it. I also spotted a large tapered brick pillar on the near side of the gutted structure; it was intact, and it also had some grafitti on it. I remember hearing somebody saying something about how a "clear coat finish" protected the pillar. At this time, I became aware that I was with a friend. After viewing the fire scene for awhile, both of us decided to get our bicycles and head home. We stopped at a clearing where the sky was visible over a valley: a large dark cloud was lowering over the valley, but then it dissipated when I remarked that it might be a thunderhead and that we might need to seek cover. We continued on. It started to rain. I couldn't remember exactly what my bike looked like, but I saw one that looked like mine locked in a bike rack. It had a yellow and gray frame with a rainbow sticker or two on it, and it was secured to the rack with a slightly rusty combination lock. I dialed a "5" on the lock, and then dialed the two remaining numbers by feel by putting pressure on the hasp in a certain way while dialing, and feeling for the clicks. The lock popped open when I hit the last number, so I knew for sure it was my bike then.

The bicycle had a flat rear tire, and the flat was greatly exaggerated, as things in dreams can be. I examined the tire closely, pulling back the fabric and rubber of the tire and innertube, and mentioned to my friend "A long time ago I would have just sewed this up" or something like that. My friend cooked up an idea, and I think his intent was to steal a tire from another bike somewhere nearby. It was really pouring then, and I said that it looks like I've got a 50 mile walk home in this crap, but my friend said don't worry. He spotted a possible tire-donor bike parked up ahead, and we walked toward it. I looked back and saw 4 or 5 people on the trail moving our way, so I warned my friend that we'd better let them pass before doing the dirty deed. As they passed, one of them (a middle-aged man, tall and wearing a blue windbreaker) had a small dog on a leash, and the dog was running me into a wall on the left because its owner wasn't controlling it properly. After walking directly alongside (virtually pushed up against) the wall for 10 feet or so with the dog literally nipping at my heels, the wall became an iron or steel gate with a forest garden type of setting on the other side, and then a few feet further, the gate ended and the wall became shurubbery. Just after the dog and its owner passed, I woke up. I haven't had a good old fashioned "flying" dream in quite a long time; it was good to finally have one again.

I keep having these tiny flashes of some other, very significant fragment of the dream (something in the "flying" segment), but I just can't seem to pull them out of my memory. Seemed to involve my father & stepmother, and the flying around bit. I don't think it was bad at all, just bizarre.



August 20, 2002
From my usual afternoon nap: not much remembered this time, except that I was home (and "home" in a dream isn't always "home" in real life), and there was a moderate earthquake. There was some rockin' and rollin' that was very readily apparent for about half a minute, but it never became strong enough to knock things over and break stuff. After it stopped, it started up again, but only lasted a few seconds, then it stopped again. The room I was in was larger than my apt., and was substantially less cluttered. Yet in my dream, it was my actual home.

About a year and a half ago, we really did have an earthquake, and I lost everything except the TV, two wheelchairs, and some large furniture. It was strong enough (near magnitude 7.0) that I seriously thought the reinforced building I live in, finished in 1983, was going to pancake and kill me where I stood. Everything flew to the side and then came down, all the water flew out of my toliet, and some pipes broke elsewhere in the building. Thankfully, I don't have too many really serious nightmares about it.



August 21, 2002
Again from an afternoon nap comes this snippet. It was the 4th of July, the the city (Seattle) was getting ready to light off the "4th of Jul-Ivars" fireworks display over Elliot Bay. I was at home in my apartment, and through my window, I could see the fireworks barge being towed out. It was bigger and had a predomininately white surface, as if coverd in white parachute material. So I grabbed my Nikon camera & tripod and set it up in the window. I knew the battery might not last, so I went back for the AC adapter & cords and connected them to the camera. The barge was larger and closer to shore than usual. Where the barge stopped was more or less geographically correct, but in real life a building would have obstructed my view. But not here. Normally, the barge goes about a mile offshore to do its thing, but in the dream, if it were any closer to shore it would have hit rocks. I hit the zoom button, and my camera zoomed in on it, much better even than it would in real life. I could hear music, along with the sound of an occasional whistling bottle rocket. There was a countdown like you might hear on New Year's Eve, and then the barge started shooting off fireworks. White smoke begin to fill the area around the launchers, and individual fireworks could be seen going up. These first few glowed white and pale yellow on the way up, as they would in real life. I had to pull back on the zoom to get the entire thing in the frame. But no sooner did I get 1 or maye 2 pictures taken, it stopped, and I could see why: a large, black and white orca whale with half its body out of the water appeared directly next to the barge. You could hear public officals clammering about what to do next. Then the dream changed, and this is the only part I remember.



August 25, 2002
In one part, I was in some kind of cafeteria, and they were closing. Whatever food was left was free to grab and take home. So I started picking things up. I remember there were some kind of elongated pastries (like maple bars) that I took, plus several other similar food items. It seems there were also several pieces of clothing that were free for the taking, but these were wet.

In another dream, I was outside in a city with somebody. It was nighttime, and it was beginning to look like an electrical storm was rolling in, so we took refuge in the doorway of a building. About a block away, there was a tall (around 30 story) masonry building with a large sign made up of steel framing and hundreds of light bulbs (from my vantage point, I was viewing the sign from behind and could only see a part of its right edge), and a statue of a horse or some other animal on the roof. The sign was affixed to the face of the building near the roof; it wasn't mounted on the roof like the statue was. Small flashes of lightning began to trace the dark sky. An occasional rumble of thunder could be heard, and the rain started to come down. A short time later, a weak looking, slow-moving (by reality's standards) bolt of lightning struck the side of that tall building about 5 to 7 floors down from the roof; it then arced around the top, hitting the big sign and loosening it, then striking the statue and blowing it clean off the rooftop in a shower of sparks. The statue fell, and landed with a quieter than expected crash. The sign loosened and shifted some more, and threw off some sparks. By this time, there was frequent lightning and thunder. Most of the lightning appeared to be cloud-to-cloud strikes; I didn't see very many actual bolts coming down beyond the one that struck the side of that building.

The next thing I remember was being indoors, and looking out at the scene through a large picture window. The food and clothes items from the last part of the dream were back. I had a large pile of pastries or pastry-like food, and two shirts I had gotten earlier. One of the shirts was wet; the other was damp. I hung them off the back of a chair to dry. Then I sat down in a couch or an upholstered chair. At this time I noticed I was much closer to the building that had just been struck by lighting. I could see what was left of the statue, pretty much smashed to bits in the street. The large metal-frame sign made of light bulbs finally broke off and fell, landing on the street face-down not far from the statue. It hit with surprisingly little fanfare; and almost all of the light bulbs were still lit. Very few of them appears to become broken. Nearby, a utility pole was seen with the top broken, so that the crossarm hung almost upside-down just by a splinter on the pole and by its wires. Faint orange and yellow sparks were issuing from a "pole pig" (a garbage can-shaped, pole-mounted transformer) just below the break, and more faint orange sparks were coming out of an insulator on the broken crosssarm that still had the line wire affixed to it.



August 29, 2002
This one came from the late part of my afternoon nap.
I was at home, cleaning and picking up papers and stuff in the bedroom & bathroom. I thought I felt a quick, mild earthquake, but when I looked up at my "earthquake detector" (a fishing lure light suspended from the ceiling by fishing line) it wasn't moving. (Yes, I have a fishing lure light hanging by fishing line off my bedroom ceiling light in reality). The next door neighbor was playing some slow rap music, and his subwoofer was transmitting subsonic thumps through the wall. I figured that must have been it. I picked up a few more things and then sat down on the bed to take a break. The KIRO-7 evening news was playing on my bedside TV; Steve Raible was the anchor. He was mentioning an earthquake in some other part of the world. Although they said it was a 4.0, the footage they ran showed the inside of an office with all the furniture sliding & hopping around. A secretary with a wireless telephone earpiece on her head stayed seated at her desk while it slid and bounced across the whole room and eventually out of the picture, then the window blew out and there were papers and garbage being sucked out. Several men in business suits were near the window at this time; when it blew out, the men scattered like roaches in the tub when you flick on the bathroom light at 3am. Then the news reporters did a couple of other short local stories and went to commercial. By this time, the neighbor's music had been turned off.

Just after I got up and walked into the bathroom to do some more cleaning, the earthquake came. It was a big up and down bounce, followed by some rolling movements. Then there was no movement at all for several seconds, and then the rolling movements came back for a few more seconds. The fishing lure was swinging back and forth, so I knew it was a real quake this time. I went back to the bedside TV to see what the news had to say. They were just returning from the commercial break, and Raible said "Yes folks, that was an earthquake you just felt", and then went on to say it had a preliminary magnitude somewhere around 4.8.

I went out to the living room and had a look around. I pushed my Rascal scooter (the old blue Model 205 I keep as a spare) backward down the short hall and parked it just in front of the door to give me some room to work with. By the window, there were some stuffed animals and knick-knacks on the floor in front of my big TV; these had fallen from a small shelf above the set. And a tall, narrow table was tilted toward the back because one of the legs had developed a crook in it. A skinny metal table lamp on the table was still standing upright, and some old VCRs on its lower shelf were still in place. I don't remember finding any other real damage.



August 31, 2002
I dreamt it was "judgement day". I was outside in an open area with some small, rolling hills and valleys all around. Some mountains or cliffs were way off in the distance. No buildings or other man-made structures were apparent. The sky and clouds were glowing orange, and I thought I heard some kind of distant, disconnected voice mentioning some Bible sayings. I think that voice represented God in this dream. A huge white object appeared out of the clouds off to my right. It was shaped like an upside-down "U" with squared edges, a bit like that giant flying claw thing in the Tron movie. It had a glowing, irridescent, almost ghostly appearance to it. Somehow I knew it was connected with the apocalypse as the Bible described it. The huge machine(?) descended from the clouds, then leveled off a bit as it flew slowly past going from right to left. It looked to be a mile or two away, and it was very large; perhaps half a mile high and 1/4 of a mile wide. Its flight characteristics were similar to the flying claw thing in Tron. After it flew past and was over a valley looking down and to my left, it slowed down and stopped. And it just hovered there. It did not make any traditional "engine" sounds; though I think it produced a very low frequency, almost subsonic rumbling. I heard some more fragments of Bible quotes coming from that disembodied voice, but I cannot recall anything in specific. There was fire somewhere, but again I cannot recall exactly where or in what context. However, I knew the end was very, *very* near at this point; but thankfully I woke up at that very moment.

After waking up, I went straight to the window and damn near pulled the curtains off the rod trying to get them open as quickly as possible. The sky over Seattle was still blue, the clouds were still white, and there was no big upside-down flying "U" cruising past my window. And the only sounds I heard were cars going by and the annunciator chime on the cruise ship Amsterdam moored nearby. This is one dream I'm glad was only a dream. :o




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