DREAM DIARY
If I remember the dream, it will live on here for everyone to remember.
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JANUARY 15, 2007:
 I dreamt that I was moving into an apartment that had a very heavy infestation of cockroaches and a light infestation of mice & rats. Me and at least one other person (possibly a roommate) were spraying cockroaches with insecticide in aerosol bombs (in at least three sizes), while saying "DIE BASTARDS, DIE!" to the insects as we were spraying them.

The scene then changed to a maintenance worker & myself deploying sticky rat traps. The traps were very large, and had ornate tops - one of which I remember was a miniature ham with crosscut top and cloves - I asked the woman if these things on the sticky traps were bate, and she answered yes. I asked her in some manner or other how sticky the traps were, and she said she did not know. So I touched one on several places on its surface - they were not that sticky at all.

The scene then changed back, and my now-deceased friend Dale Hilmer somehow (isn't it funny that things just "somehow" happen in dreams?) entered through a window, and I pointed out to him the area in the corner and said something like "Look! You can see it from floor to ceiling now."
I then said that that was to be my computer area, and that I could easily sit there for 16 hours a day.

Next thing I remember was once again spraying cockroaches with an aerosol bomb; but the valve was stuck in the "on" position now, so the can just kept spraying. I kept shooting the insects until the can was exhausted.

That's all I remember of this dream 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 for write.



JANUARY 20, 2007:
 In this dream, I was in some type of restaraunt, and was waiting to play the Atari coin-op arcade video game Tempest. The man playing ahead of me was playing poorly, and his game did not last long at all. His shooter was being destroyed by bullets fired from spikers; though I remember seeing a fuseball at the time his last shooter was killed; fuseballs were inappropriate for the level he was at (level 5, I think).


This is what a Tempest upright looks like.
Click on the photograph to go to the Atari Tempest web page on the KLOV website.

I then stepped up to the machine and attempted to put a quarter in; the coin slot was much too small, but somebody opened a little door and the correct-sized coin slot was behind it. I started my game at level 17 (a red circle), but I played just as badly as the man who played just previous to me did. Flippers got me a couple of times, and I believe a pulsar did me in to end the game.
After the game was over, it displayed the fireworks (visuals & audio) to indicate I got a high enough score and would soon be prompted to enter my initials for display on the game's vanity board (high score table), but the attract mode began instead of it prompting me to enter my initials.



JANUARY 25, 2007:
 My memory of this dream is very faint, so I do not have a whole lot to report here.
I was entering Wildflower Court, a nursing home in Juneau AK. USA where my stepmother Karen is living. She was at the far end of the room; we both saw one another and we both said something to one another - this is where my memory of the dream ends.



JANUARY 26, 2007:
 In this dream, I was a "backseat driver", but in its latter stages, I was actually DOING THE DRIVING from the back seat - that is - I was manipulating the steering wheel and actuating the gas & brake. Only the gas & brake weren't pedals; I can't describe what they were but I did operate them with my feet. "One foot on the brake, and one on the gas", as Sammy Hagar said in one of his songs.
We were driving through some part of Sacramento CA. USA; I remember passing a speed limit sign that read "40", but I was doing well over 60 according to the speedometer in the car. Not long after I noticed this, I passed another speed limit sign that I believe read "65".
The neighbourhood was semi-rural; small businesses lined the right hand side of the street - there were houses there too.




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