DREAM DIARY
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APRIL 30, 2008:
 In this dream, I was in Juneau AK. USA.
I forgot much 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. In this segment, I was cruising around downtown Juneau in an electric wheelchair, and looking for a place to cash a $25.00 or $50.00 Visa gift card. The first place I entered took the card, looked at it, and immediately handed it back, saying "This card can only be cashed in {country other than the US}" (I forgot the country name). I went into another place, and they cashed it immediately.

Next thing you know, I'm in a manual (push) wheelchair, and the streets were rather hilly. I was going to the bar at the Hilton across from the Merchant's Wharf to go get hammered, and I was travelling rather fast most of the time (it was an all-downhill run to that bar) - steering the chair not with the handrims (or "hand rims" if you prefer), but with the brake levers.
A lady (fairly young; I'd estimate in her early- to mid-20s) bummed a cigerette, so I gave her one. I noticed that the smoke was a nonfilter, not a filter as I use in the waking world.

I then continued on my trip to the bar; only this time, I was aware of music blasting from a JVC RC-550 ghetto blaster that was in my lap but oriented forward. Somewhere shortly thereafter, I woke up.


This is what a JVC RC-550JW ghetto blaster looks like.




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