DREAM DIARY
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SEPTEMBER 04, 2009
I dreamt that I was inside the television program "Viva Piņata" again. This time, I remember Fergy Fudgehog attempting to purchase an umbrella from one of the other piņatas for "$30 to $40"; apparently the umbrella would protect Fergy from getting shot out of the cannoņata to a fabulous party - Fergy just dreads that thing.

We were near a semicircular doorway to a fairly large structure; possibly Piņata Central (aka. Party Central) itself -- however I did not see Langston Lickatoad nor did I hear him shout "We need a fudgehog!" or "Get over here, you miserable fudgehog!"- - phrases he would often shout when chasing Fergy to try to get him to go to a party.



SEPTEMBER 08, 2009
I don't remember a whole lot of this dream, but I was in a gay bar, and I was looking for the restrooms. I found the men's room, but it did not have a toliet behind a door (or in a stall); instead, a shower was present. The shower was colored predominately in shades of blue. The toliet bowl visile in the room had no lid or seat and there was no TP, and was out there in the open; there were no wall-mounted porcelain uranators visible. So I went back out and started looking for the ladies room. I found it, but my stepmother was in there. Then I woke up.



SEPTEMBER 09, 2009
Another dream of which very little was remembered here.
In this dream, our "across-the-street" neighbour's son named Josh, came over. He helped unset the table and clean the kitchen (both jobs that I am solely responsible for in the waking world).




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