DREAM DIARY
If I remember the dream, it will live on here for everyone to remember.
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DECEMBER 02, 2006:
 I dreamt that I was at my old scool, Marie Drake Jr. High, in Juneau AK. USA, and that I was racing down the halls sitting on a low, wheeled contraption; like a 4-wheel furniture dolly, but almost touching the floor. At times, I could "will" myself to go faster; while at other times I had to "paddle" with my hands. There were other people racing these things too. That's all I could remember before I could "finish my drink, down my smoke" - er - uh "finish my smoke, down my drink" (from the Anthrax song "Born Again Idiot") and get my Dream Diary open.



DECEMBER 09, 2006:
 I dreamt that I was on a bus, on my way to a "fishing exposition". So it had to take place in or near Seattle WA. USA. Temperature was warm; the upper-70s to lower-80s. There was a guy outside with no shirt on, and he was sweating profusely from his armpits - it was running down the sides of his body. The sun was low and coming from our rear, which is why I could see the farking yukky sweat shining on the guy's sides. :-/
Then I woke up.



DECEMBER 12, 2006:
 I dreamt that I was in a large tavern; but I don't know how I got there. Somebody told me that I had been shot in the chest the previous night and had subsequently passed out - I then remembered who did it and where the handgun was. But when I went into the men's room and checked for a bandage, I did not find one; nor did I find a gunshot wound.

Later, I was sitting at the bar having a beer (large "pounder" glasses), and my dad and one of his friends was there. When I told dad what had happened the previous night, he suggested that I call the police.



DECEMBER 15, 2006:
 I dreamt about a volcano again. :/
This time, the aperture (the opening where magma erupted) was at ground level, and I could see orange-hot magma in it; the volcano then erupted slightly - spewing the orange-hot magma ten or so feet into the air. I was moving away from it, but without the urgency I might have if I encountered the same phenomenon in the waking world.

There was another part of this dream, but I forgot what it was before I could "finish my drink, down my smoke" - er - uh "finish my smoke, down my drink" (from the Anthrax song "Born Again Idiot").



DECEMBER 25, 2006:
 I dreamt that I had a stereo microcassette recorder; it had an inpressive speaker system that folded out from the front (no less than two woofers, one midrange, and two tweeters for each channel), but a label on it read that it had a power output of just 0.5 watt. I don't know if this was "per channel" or "total". But I do remember that it had remarkably good tone for such a small machine.
The color of the stereo was predominantly black.




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