DREAM DIARY
If I remember the dream, it will live on here for everyone to remember.
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JUNE 03, 2008
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 the part of this dream that I remember, my stepmother was taking my blood pressure with an old fashioned sphygmomanometer - "old fashioned" in that it used a rubber bulb and analogue meter. My blood pressure was 160 over 80. She said something about my hypertension (high blood pressure) meds (yes, I take several of these meds in the waking world); though I can no longer remember just what she said.



JUNE 07, 2008
In this dream, I was moving to what could be best described as a communal living house. I shared a bed with two other people - an older male (a fa99ot too) and a younger female (possibly bisexual). I remember at one point that my side of the bed was just inches away from an electric stove and a large sink. I also remember visiting the bathroom on at least three occasions to use the toliet (on one such trip, there was a spot of fresh, *VERY* yellow urine on the toliet seat, which I promptly wiped up with some TP before sitting down); I wondered how it (living there) would work out because I had to share the bathroom with so many others. At some point (I was still in bed but far from asleep) some guy asked about my parents coming to help move me in - he asked if they used drugs or drank alcohol - both were rather severed no-nos - but cigerettes were ok if they were used outside. At another point, I had asked the guy in bed with me where the "manager" (or other person in charge) was - he soon showed up, and I had asked him if there was any place to set up a computer - and he said something about waiting in line to do that. We both walked through a long area of some type...somebody was watching TV, some other people were playing a home video game console, then I woke up.



JUNE 09, 2008
This dream had me in what I believe was a *VERY* old industrial warehouse. I can no longer remember what I was doing there. I heard a telephone ring, and heard a female voice shout "IS CRAIG JOHNSON HERE?!?" to which I answered "yes, right here". I honestly thought that I'd be led to an old fashioned crank telephone; but when we got to where the phone was, it was a not-quite-as-old rotary dial telephone. The man on the other end asked for me by name, and I said "speaking". He then proceeded to tell me how he was able to track me down by the lights on my scooter (a device for the disabled, not a motorcycle-like device) (yes, that website is of modifications I have actually performed to my own scooters!). He wanted to see me; I thought he was just going to give me an intracity address, but he was calling from Juneau AK. USA - the airport there I believe.

Some person in this dream had rather bad breath; though I no longer remember who it was or what they were talking to me about.


JUNE 14, 2008
In this dream, I was sitting at the computer of one of my best friends, Phillip B. in Seattle WA. USA, typing up post in his BBS (Bulletin Board System). I had just started a BBS myself, and I was writing "ATTENTION F4660TS AND LESBOS: THE...", {yes, typed exactly as shown!} then I turned to Phillip and asked him what the name of my BBS was. He said "The Experience Project". So I finished typing..." EXPERIENCE PROJECT BBS..." and then I woke up before inputting the BBS's telephone number or other data.

While I was typing, the font was very large (approximately 72x48), and various unwanted colored lines (I remember green, cyan, and magenta) were appearing in the typed characters - I had thought (in the dream) that the ANSI driver had become corrupt or something.

In the waking world, I was actually the sysop (system operator) of a BBS for ten full years from 07-21-89 to 07-21-99.
When I started my BBS, I named it "Phone Sys: The Douched Moose", then renamed it "The Pink Triangle BBS", and finally (a year or so later) renamed it "The Toylet Bowl BBS" with the tagline "The Only FAG Board with Flush Power".
Phillip (the man in this dream) was my co-sysop for the last five or so years of its operation.



JUNE 22, 2008
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. But in the segment I do remember, somebody was saying that the television program "Sesame Street" was going to Pay For View only status in the very near future. And when I turned to look at the TV set, Sesame Street was on, but SpongeBob SquarePants was one of the characters in the scene I saw.




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