DREAM DIARY
If I remember the dream, it will live on here for everyone to remember.
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AUGUST 04, 2006:
 I had forgotten most of this dream by the time I was able to "finish my drink, down my smoke" - er - uh "finish my smoke, down my drink" (from the Anthrax song "Born Again Idiot"), but I do remember part where I was on a bus (front left seat, just behind the driver), and saw something that said that "devices designed to record or play acid" ("acid" as in music, not as in LSD) "were prohibited on the bus", and it showed pictures of several large ghetto blasters, among them, a JVC RC-M70 which is a very large & powerful machine I had as a teenager, and have now after purchasing one on Ebay several years ago.


Here's what a JVC RC-M70 ghetto blaster looks like.
Those woofers are 6.5", and the horn tweeters are 2.0".



AUGUST 07, 2006:
 This dream was pretty bizarre, I was in an old house with a number of other people. There was an "insect", about the size and dimensions of a very small crane fly, that was designed to show where electrical wires behind the wall were, and to effect repairs on that wiring. It was controlled by a large handheld remote. I captured it with my hand at least several times, and let it go in a different location each time. At one point, I set it free near a square hole in the wall to repair some type of audio system, and remarked to a man standing nearby that the "insect" acted like an exocomp from the Star Trek: TNG episode "The Quality of Life"; then almost immediately recognised the man as Commander William Riker from the same program.

Another part of this dream placed me in a bathroom at the same house. I noticed that the towel rack to the right of and in front of the toliet was broken, and I was wondering where I was going to hang my cane while using the toliet.

Another part of this dream placed me in the kitchen; I was supposed to get some kind of coffee made using a toothbrush. This coffee had a name, but I no longer remember what it was called.

Finally, I was back in the large room this dream started in. Some woman asked me to spell the word "balcony". I asked her to repeat her query, then I said "Balcony. B-A-L-C-O-N-Y. Balcony". Then I woke up.



AUGUST 11, 2006:
 I don't remember much of these two dreams. In the first one, the throttle handle of my Celebrity X3 motorised three-wheel scooter was malfunctioning; the center-return was somehow misaligned, and the drive wheels would spin in reverse when the throttle was at the center "stop" position; and when the handle was squeezed as though going at full forward speed, the drive wheels just barely turned forward.

And in another dream, I was told by somebody to apply pink fingernail polish to the fingernail of my right hand pinkie finger. The polish went on in a very thick coat, and a few moments later, I noticed the polishing job was defective - there was a large area of missing polish in one area, and some discoloration in another. I repeated the process, and soon saw the same defects.



AUGUST 13, 2006:
 I didn't remember much of this dream, except that it had a toliet (tank and all) in it.



AUGUST 15, 2006:
 In this dream, I had a motorised paraglider and took a number of flights in it. I had some trouble putting it on two or three times, but was actually able to put it on each time. All of the trips I took in it were from somewhere in southwest Washington state toward Seattle. And I could select a gasoline motor or an electric motor at will; and could even switch them mid-flight. Conditions outside were generally pleasant: cloudy with temperatures ranging from 67°F to 73°F; except in one instance when it was raining *VERY* heavily. In most instances, I could fly by taking a running start off a gentle slope; in only a couple of instances did I actually end up jumping off a rooftop or a cliff. And in all but one instance did I experience the sensation of flight; the one instance I did not it felt as though I were watching a large television set with first-person images of a parasailing experience on it.



AUGUST 18, 2006:
 I dreamt that for some reason, I had to move even though I had nowhere to move to and nowhere to store my stuff. Some time later, my Celebrity X3 motorised three-wheel scooter just magically appeared under me, I drove it around briefly, and a paratransit van showed up to haul the scooter & myself away. While I was nearing the top of my brief trip up the lift, the van driver said something about I should have dismounted the scooter and let it be carried to the van interior unattended, followed by me remarking "I'm always in it on the lift" or some such horse puckey.

In another part of the dream, I was standing near the edge of a short cliff (perhaps 10-15 feet), and Hank Hill (from the TV program "King of the Hill") was up there as well, pointing to the bottom of a three story house, and he said something like "I brought that white part all the way with me" - the white part he was referring to was the basement. He then said something about the basement being an "unfinished office". At this point, I somehow nocked a can of pop off the night table and woke up (5:28am PDT).



AUGUST 20, 2006:
 I dreamt that I was at a place called the Morrison Hotel, which I believe was in Seattle. I think I had a job there, as I never left the lobby. There were several teenaged boys (perhaps five or six) up to no good in what I believe was a large window display. I told them I'd get the deputy, and I soon did. The deputy soon arrived, and I tried to discreetly let him know which one was the largest troublemaker; somehow fearing that if they knew I knarked on the most troublesome member of the group, they'd retaliate.

Sometime during this dream, I saw a window to an antique store with two glass insulators in it; both had leaning tops, and one of them had a top composed of two shiny pyramids, instead of a rounded dome.

Back to the troublesome boys, one of them threw a small object such as a toliet wad, and then I believe I woke up shortly thereafter.



AUGUST 21, 2006:
 I remembered almost none of this dream, except that a guy was talking about pee. Talking about HIS pee, to be specific.



AUGUST 23, 2006:
 I was filling out a job application for Jack-In-The-Box, yet there was no Jack-In-The-Box anywhere nearby. I was applying to be a fry cook, yet the only thing on the application that was even close was something called a "progressive fry cook". I have no idea what that means in the waking world, and I had no idea what it meant in this dream either.

A short time later, I saw a large, gold colored espresso machine; it was spewing globs of light brown foam everywhere from its top. It was in the kitchen of a Jack-In-The-Box of all places.



AUGUST 26, 2006:
 I don't remember much of this dream, but I remembered part where I had a mohawk haircut and had one for the past several months. I remember my stepsister (whom I share this apartment home with) didn't care for it too much, but put up with it.



AUGUST 27, 2006:
 In part of this dream, I was hitchhiking from west Juneau to Bartlett Memorial Hospital at mile ~3.5 on the Egan Expressway in Juneau AK. to get to a doctor's appointment. My appointment was at 4:00pm, and I remember it was sometime between 3:45pm and 3:50pm. I was carrying my JVC RC-M70 ghetto blaster for some reason, but I was not playing it. Many cars just went on by. It was getting dark out, and most if not all these vehicles had their headlamps on.

Somehow (as in many dreams, things just "somehow" happen), I was getting into the back seat of a Humvee-type vehicle; the driver said that he was a doctor and could get my appointment rescheduled no problem even if I were more than fifteen minutes late. There was one other passenger; I believe his wife. Music came from the car audio system, interspersed at regular intervals with a Mexican-sounding voice that said something like "caca piss" and several other words I can no longer remember.



AUGUST 29, 2006:
 I dreamt that I moved again; this time to a large apartment with my stepsister in Seattle's "U District" (University District). I mused out loud where I might find the nearest post office, grocery store, bank, etc., and then mentioned to my stepmother that I had to change the address on over 1,000 web pages again, and said that this was my second move in just a few months. Then I said that I had not yet filled out one of those "Change of Address" things at the post office.
I looked out a window and saw several business; one of which was a Salvation Army thrift store.

Sometime later, my stepmother was in the kitchen; she took a sip of orange juice out of a glass and promptly spit it out onto the floor. A moment later, she accidentally nocked over the entire pitcher of it onto the counter. There were already some paper towels laid onto most of the counter's surface, so the spill was not nearly as bad as it could have been.

The area was very hilly; I wondered if my electric scooter could cope with it. I then noticed that there was a wheelchair ramp leading right up to our front door.

Weather conditions appeared to be pleasant: partly cloudy at worst with temperatures in the low- to mid-70s.

This was one of the most vivid & realistic dreams I've had in a long time. When I woke up, I was not entirely certain if I was still in Sacramento or back in Seattle.



AUGUST 30, 2006:
 I had forgotten most of this dream before I got to my Dream Diary, but one part I do remember was that a volcano just a few miles away blew up. It wasn't the usual "volcano" or cone shape that we usually associate with them, but was somewhat cylindrical in shape, not unlike the Devil's Tower in Wyoming. Smoke and ash were pouring from its top, and a pyroclastic flow was beginning. Myself and a number of other people attempted to escape by jumping into the sea and swimming away from it; then I realised it was salt water and that I would most certainly die. I tasted the water several times just to be certain; it was saline alright. Mercifully, I woke up at this point.


Here's what the volcano in my dream looked like.
Smoke and ash were emenating from that flat area at the top.



AUGUST 31, 2006:
 I had forgotten most of this dream before I even turned on the light, but I do remember the tail end. My big brother Gordie was in there; this is the first time I ever remember having a dream with him in it. I remember asking him to get me six bottles (20 oz. size) of Vault Zero pop; then said get diet Mountain Dew if he could not find the Vault Zero. I showed him bottles of both. Then I woke up.




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