DREAM DIARY
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JULY 08, 2009
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 it, I was driving my Pride Celebrity X3 scooter (a motorised wheelchair-like device for the disabled) in Capitol Hill just east of downtown Seattle. As I was making my way toward downtown, the scooter stopped functioning. I remember thinking about my father saying that it would eventually poop out (he said that to me in the waking world back in May 2009). Since most of the remainder of my trip was downhill, I "coasted" down sidewalks toward downtown Seattle. I found that by manipulating the "throttle" lever, I could slow the scooter down at intersections. On my way down Union St. near the I-5 overpass, some construction work was taking place on the sidewalk, and a wooden "bridge" was present. I went up one end of the bridge OK, but the other end of the bridge was too steep, so when I went over it, the scooter "endoed" and wound up on top of me. I got out from under it, and noticed an open panel of some type on it. I tugged at one component, and it soon broke free, On the other side of it was an analogue volt meter, with the needle indicating approximately 22 volts. Then my alarm clock went off and awakened me.



JULY 15, 2009
In this dream, I was playing the Exciter song "Victims of Sacrifice" rather loudly, my stepmother came in, and she wasn't one bit phased by it.
In the waking world, she would have just gone ballistic.




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