DREAM DIARY
If I remember the dream, it will live on here for everyone to remember.
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I haven't remembered many dreams since I got out of the hospital in early-2003 when I was recovering from brain surgery I had performed in early-October 2002. These are among the first dreams (actually, just the eighth - the second was in February 2005) I had that I remembered fully enough to post in this online Dream Diary.

MARCH 14, 2006:
 I was in a bar. The guy next to me to my immediate left was drawing something - a cartoon of some type perhaps. The woman seated next to him asked him some question about a Commodore 64 computer demo I had written sometime back (in reality, I did actually program a number of demos in the early-1990s in assembly language complete with music and graphics for the C=64 under the names "TDM" (The Douched Moose) and "TDC" (The Douche Crew)), and she asked why her name wasn't in it. I said something - a rational explanation though I can no longer remember the words I used - as to why her name was not in that particular demo. I think the demo filename was "PUSSWHIP'D/TDM" and the demo's name was "Pussywhipped" (see the photograph of the disk directory directly under this dream entry).
The bartender asked if I wanted a Pepsi, and I told her that I was broke (I had at least several dollars in my wallet, but I needed the money for something else), but she said she'd serve me one anyway. Shortly thereafter, she produced the Pepsi; about 2oz. of the beverage with no ice in a 9oz. paper cup.
Somehow, I knew these people in my dream. The guy sitting next to me, the woman seated next to him, and the bartender.
The bar surface was wood, with a medium brown coloration to it; and the bar itself was illuminated with incandescent lighting on a dimmer, at perhaps 75% intensity.

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MARCH 15, 2006:
 I had forgotten most of this dream by the time I got to my dream diary. But I do remember boarding a jet aircraft, looking for and sitting in Seat 14 B (out of three seats in each row, a center seat), and fastening my seat belt. I wondered if I'd be able to use the lavatory (airplane toliet) during the flight, and then I woke up. I believe the jet aircraft was a Boeing 737; it had two engines, one mounted under each wing.



MARCH 19, 2006:
 In this dream, I had met members of the heavy metal band Anthrax. I remember asking them when their next album was coming out. I also remember playing their album "Fistful of Metal" on a JVC RC-M70 ghetto blaster - very large and powerful machine from the early-1980s. I gathered curious looks from people as I walked down the street blasting that music; and I wasn't playing it all that loudly either. Something was wrong with the cassette though; the reels turned but the sound suddenly became very faint - as if the tape had become erased during the song "Soldiers of Metal".

I also remember having one of my Anthrax T-shirts on - the one with the cover art of "Fistful of Metal" on it.



Here's what the graphic on it looks like.



MARCH 25, 2006:
 I don't remember that much of this dream, except for these two snippets: I was listening to the song "Misadventures of Shitman" by the band Green Jell˙, and awhile later, my sister was "tickling" me with a short length of flexible material colored blond and approximately 4x to 6x the diameter of a human hair, except that instead of tickling, it was very painful; as though it were a razor blade doused with salt & jellied alcohol, and my screams for her to stop apparently went unheard.



MARCH 27, 2006:
 In this dream, I had an appointment with a Dr. Beaubein in Seattle. I remember wandering about parts of Capitol Hill that I was not at all familiar with, and finally arriving there 45 minutes late.

After a short wait in the waiting room, she said I needed an MRI and herded me out to a car - she said there was an MRI available at Wallgreens Drugs (which I thought was queer; but I accepted this fact anyway), and then we took off. I remember having to go #1 (pee) rather badly at this point and wondering if they had a bathroom there; and when I woke up a few minutes ago, I really did have to go to the bathroom.



MARCH 28, 2006:
 In this dream there were two distinct segments: a bus segment and a nursing home segment.

In one part of this dream, I was somwhow "stuck" in a long-term care facility or nursing home. It wasn't unpleasant or anything; I just couldn't find my way out. I remember going into one room to look for a toliet; the "door" to both the room and its bathroom were floor-length light tan curtains hung on rods thst were moveable. There was nobody in the room I entered. When I sat down on the toliet bowl, I looked to the right and out, and saw another very small room with a curtain in front, containing a sink and a *VERY SMALL* wall-mounted porcelain urinator. The urinator was about the dimensions of a large, shallow coffee cup. There was a small amount of pissed-on (yellow & wet) toliet paper in the bottom of the urinator, but not nearly enough to stuff it up. Later, when I tried to leave again, a nurse stopped me and said I had to fill plastic candy dishes for the residents first: some types of blue and pink hard candy (both hot and cold), a small milky-white plastic candy dish, a larger dish with ice, and red-colored liquid was involved. The candies were poured alternately into the smaller dish, and the red liquid was poured over both the ice and the candy.

In another segment of this dream, I was on a bus somewhere near Switzer Creek in Juneau AK (approximately halfway in between downtown Juneau and the airport in the Mendenhall Valley). I remember having a medium-sized ghetto blaster (something akin to a Sharp GF-4545 stereo AM/FM radio cassette recorder that operates from six C cells) that I played very loudly when I was not on the bus; I had it propped up in the steering arm of my Rascal #255 electric wheelchair. I know I was playing metal music, but I cannot remember what band it was - possibly Anthrax. I played it very loudly; and turned the "tone" control to maximum to bring the treble frequncies out even more. When I went to turn the cassette over, I found that the tape was broken and had wound around a screw insdide the tape transport. So I removed it and decided to play another. I remember having a passing thought of visiting my stepmother Karen, who was in a rest home somewhere nearby (in reality, she is a resident of the Wildflower Court rest home in Juneau).



MARCH 30, 2006:
 O {vulgar term for feces}!!! I forgot this dream by the time I got off the {vulgar term for toliet} and opened this page in my Dream Diary. :-(

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