DREAM DIARY
If I remember the dream, it will live on here for everyone to remember.
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AUGUST 01, 2001:
 I had another dream about working in a bar. This time, it was the old 611, but unlike any of the others in this particular location, the layout of the bar was totally different this time, and the illumination level was much higher.
This time the theme seemed to be "find the booze". There were bottles of it everywhere, but not the right kind. A couple of the bottles were very large, like double or even triple magnum in size. I remember turning them around by their necks to look at the label, then moving on to other bottles.
The cash register was also back, and this time I had run out of ones, having only a pile of larger bills but nothing to make change with.

The next fragment of this dream placed me in the men's room, standing in front of a toliet bowl. When I went to the bathroom, I noticed blood, which at first I thought was in the urine, which frightened me, but it turned out to be a cut on the end of my ding dong; which I found reassuring.
Then I woke up.



AUGUST 03, 2001:
 In this dream, I was involved in some kind of a gunfight. I had a large, snubby-nose revolver made of a bright metal and with a sandblasted or brushed aluminum type of finish. Some guy in an orange shirt was running around the back of a strip mall shooting people apparently at random. For some reason, I fired a shot straight up in the air, ran around the corner, and then started shooting toward the gunman as soon as I saw him again. He shot back numerous times, but kept missing. With my last bullet, I put the guy down at last (from about 100' away), and then I woke up.


In another dream later in the night, I was partnered up with Wormmon, a digimon (artificial life form) from a TV cartoon. I clearly remember both of us walking around someplace, the he started to digivolve into a more powerful form. I don't remember much else because the dream "changed" abruptly at this point, as they so often do.



AUGUST 17, 2001:
 This dream happened while sleeping on a couch at 7 o'clock at night. The whole thing was spacey, but I only remember the very tail end.
I was in some kind of hotel or motel in north central Canada. For some reason I was removing & replacing items from my pockets, or maybe looking for something. I had various things in my pockets like a flashlight, keys, and an electronic sodium monitor that I turned on and stuck my finger with (it registered fairly low, only two dim yellow lights blinked on it). This was eventually replaced in my pocket along with the other items.

Some strange guy with a shopping basket was milling around, looking all weird. A muffled sounding radio or TV in the background was giving a weather report, and the announcer was saying something like "and today is the last day our average temperature will be at 76° before it begins its quick cooling plunge toward winter". Then I got to thinking I wanted to take a shower. So I stuffed everything in my pockets, and started looking for quarters. I pulled half a dozen or so bent quarters out of my carry kit (probably the lunchpail I use in real life), then looked around for my cane. Finding the cane, I went into the large bathroom past the front desk and locked the door.

While emptying my pockets out, I saw, out of the corner of my eye, someone standing in front of a wall urinator taking a whiz, and then I saw the guy with the shopping cart again. He was stealing an athletic jersey off a funny looking display dummy, and he gave me this odd look while he was yanking & tugging on it. He was wearing a white t-shirt at this time. I looked away, pretending to have not seen him.

A moment later, he came up next to me, and stood there for a moment. He had put on a yellow shirt over his white one. It wasn't the jersey he had stolen, but was from some other source. Then, he reached over and picked up a sterling silver lighter and some other silver accessory of similar size that I had set on a small shelf in front of me, and put them in his right pocket. I said, "Those things are mine" and he said "no they aren't, they're mine now". So I reached toward his right pocket, and he blocked, so I went for it with more "gusto". At that instant he pulled a pistol out of his left pocket and shot me in the head with it. I felt the bullet hit my right temple, then my sight quickly blurred, turned to grey, then to black. I felt myself fall backward and somewhat to my left. All within maybe a second after the bullet hit.
Then I woke up.
Scary shit... :(




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