I was in the basement of my house in Yorkton.
In this basement was the painted red staircase, a card table, the washing mashine.
The basement was clean and spotless.
Milli Vanilli entered.
"Girl You Know It's True" was playing.
They were walking down the stairs into the basement.
They were dressed in the clothes that they wore in the video.
Their lips were not moving.

Of course, months later the lip synching "scandal" broke.

At this age, I liked the songs and thought they were catchy.
I didn't even think that anything was wrong.
Heck, even after the scandal broke I still thought "Blame It On The Rain" and "Don't Forget My Number" were cool.

It's funny how the mind works.
Subconsciously, I must have sensed that something was fishy.
I couldn't put my finger on what it was.

It started with an internet news cast.

It was for some sort of adult entertainment seminar.
It went from the news cast to the setting, which is outside some sort of theatre venue.
At the front box, there was a woman with smooth long brown hair.
She was the ticket seller.
She wore glasses and a black and white professional outfit.
She started to "advertise" a product.
She took her top off.
She proudly displayed her product...a very professionally designed bra.
It was a faded red colour.
On it was a very intricate design...embroidery or latch (I think)...very delicate.
If you threw it inside a cheap washer and dryer, the design would be ruined.
I was now part of the audience.
Inside, it looked like a worn department store or warehouse.
The audience consisted of people between the ages of 25 and 60. A very mature audience.
Everyone was sitting on silver aluminum chairs with a bit of padding. They weren't comfortable but they weren't uncomfortable, either.
There was no stage.
Everyone was sitting around two actresses.
One was skinny and the other was more heavy.
The skinny woman remained silent. She wore a bathing suit.
She handed the heavier woman a bathing suit.

This bathing suit is designed as thus:
Imagine an extremely large elastic band.
The green bikini bottom was on the bottom of this elastic band.
1/2 of way up there were two clear plastic bikini top covers.
3/4 of way up there were two green bikini top covers.
It was designed so that the plastic covers would go on first and then the green bikini covers.

The heavier woman was dressed in layers upon layers upon layers upon layers of rags and sheets. Was she really heavy? Was this just an act?

The woman was given the bathing suit and tried to put it on over her rags and sheets.
The bathing suit did not agree with her.
She tried again.
The skinny model bought out a stange contraption.
The heavy woman stood in the middle of this contraption.

It looked frightful.
The skinnier woman started spinning this contraption.
It was clear that it was nothing more than a prop.
The heavier woman was standing on her hands and back up again while the contraption merely hid her movements.

The machine stopped. She stood up.
"Well," said the heavy woman wearing the bathing suit that looked so much worse then before "this is a load of shy-no-la"
The audience chuckled.

The machine started again.
Once again, the heavier woman was standing on her hands and back up again while the contraption hid her movements.
The machine stopped.

She stood up wearing a pink towel around her body.
The audience was gasping.
Was she naked? Was she wearing the bathing suit?
She removed the pink towel.
She wasn't fat after all! She had a respectable weight, she was wearing a professional woman's pinstripe suit. She looked very attractive and sexy.
The audience applauded!

In the audience, there was a group of soldiers.
The purpose of the group of soldiers was to remove hecklers from the audience and to send them out the door.
The soldiers were acrobats and carried no weapons at all.

One such heckler heckled the woman who just removed her towel.
The heckler was sitting on the only balcony in the theatre (right behind)
One soldier stood up beside the balcony.
Another soldier stood up on the sholders of the other one.
The third climbed up on top of the second one, bent over and grabbed the heckler.
The third soldier swung the heckler over his shoulder and climbed down.

When the third soldier started to exit, there were two men beside the door.
One was a John F. Kennedy impersonator, who sounded an awful lot like Kevin Costner.

The two men allowed the soldier to leave with the heckler.

This seemed to be part of the act as attention was then drawn towards the JFK impersonator and the other man beside the two exit doors.

Then there was a computer screen. For some reason I was in control. I moved the mouse over "Knock knock -- knock knock" and clicked on it. The dream switched back.

"Hey Bill" said JFK to the other man "Knock knock! Knock knock!"
The other man replied to JFK, "Who's there? Who's there?"
"It's a joke, Bill" said JFK.

This was one of those epic two part dreams that I'm glad I was able to recall.

I was back in Regina.
I was driving around in my black Acura.
Except the Acura was a convertible.
I knew I needed a new car.
I drove down to the library.
The library was actually converted into a car dealership.
I parked behind the library.
When I stepped out of the car, I realized that my Acura convertible was also smaller than in real life.
I walked up the steps into the car dealership.
In the showroom I was looking around.
I saw a similar convertible.
It was red.
I recall it was an American model (don't ask me how).
The dealer came up to me.
He wrote down a figure...$50 a month for payments.
I remember that I started to have second thoughts.
"That doesn't look right", I remember saying to myself. I asked the dealer if there was a catch.
The dealer said there wasn't. I decided not to buy the car.
I told the dealer that I'll think about it, but I'm not ready to buy it today.
I felt convinced that I would buy it anyway, just not today.
I went back into my small black Acura convertible.
I drove away, looking back thinking that I definitely needed a new car.

In some dreams I remember a specific scene, a memory, something visual and moving.

This dream, I remember a song.
"Butterfly McQueen" and "Rodney King (song for Lenny Bruce)" by the Boo Radleys

(Okay, so that's actually two songs)

In this dream I remember I was re-mixing both songs.
It's a shame I can't remember specifically how they sounded, or write the sheet music for it.

I do remember this:
I kept the vocals of the songs.
Everything else was electronic, either by keyboards or by the computer.

I can't really remember anything else except that I think I done a very good job with the re-mix.

She is not the same subject of the previous dream.

We entered into a very messy bedroom.
Very messy.
Clutter is everywhere.
We ended up on a bed that was patchy, messy and not in the best condition.
Lydia layed on me, playfully.
She had a look of playful lust on her face.
We were kissing. It was intense
She started undressing me.
When she unzipped my pants, she smiled and said "perfect!"
I looked down and it was anything BUT perfect.
I had a condom on and it looked very worn.
The tip of the condom fell off.
It wasn't perfect, I thought, it's disgusting looking.
She started sucking on me.
She wasn't gagging but she must have been thinking the same thing as me.
However she was sucking me.

The dream ended there.
When I woke up, I distanced myself from the dream.
It couldn't possibly mean to have sex with her.
She's happily married with kids.

Therefore it must have some sort of different meaning.

A friend who I consulted with the dream suggested that it perhaps is a reflection of my feelings with having a sexual encounter with someone who's already involved.

It makes sense to me. I feel repulsed by the idea.

This is not a very flattering dream.

I was in my apartment.
It felt bigger than usual.
There wasn't any kitchen stools.
There was some sort of plastic covering on the floor.
Kat was sitting on the couch.
I was moving from the living room into the bedroom.
I had my eyes on her all the time.
She got up, but ended up on the floor.
The plastic covering was meant for grip.
She placed her hands inside a pair of sandals.
She started towards me.
Then she started to stand.
It was hard for her to.
She called out to me.
"Help me", she said.
I nodded and I walked over to her.

That's when I woke up.
I read a few books on this and I'm unclear as to the meaning.
Is she supposed to represent her phyiscal self or is she supposed to represent a part of me?
Another book suggested that I should disregard this dream.

4 August 2004: I am now considering the possibility that she represents an emotional state of myself.

I cannot recall the specific year, I do remember most of the details.

I remember being in a dark room.
There was a kiddy pool of some sort.
There was a tall blonde woman wearing a two piece green costume.
I was young, she was in high school.
I remember jumping on her.
She yelled out "Help!", but it was more of a playful yell.

In my juvenile mind, we were being playful.

Borrowing a phrase from Douglas Adams:
It was almost, but not quite entirely unlike sex.

I cannot recall the specific year, but I still remember all of the details.

I was in Yorkton.
I was the costumed hero Spiderman, obviously influenced from the cartoon.
I remember hoping up and down from buildings like him.
There was a blue painted building across the street.
It was right next door to Darren's (He used to live on the same street as me).
At the time, an elderly woman lived there.
I remember as Spider man going through the door.
I remember going down the stairwell, feeling my feet clinging on to the walls, just like the cartoon.
I "spiraled" down into the basement. It was empty.
The floor was all concrete.
Apart from the concrete, the only thing I saw was the support beam.

I woke up as soon as I landed on the concrete basement.

In the dream I was running around in some sort of field.
I don't know where.
A house came out of nowhere.
A feeling came over me in the dream and in real life.
It was a strange, distant feeling.
I knew what was going to happen before it did.
I walked in the house.
My dad, who passed away December 1999, was pacing back and forth.
I knew who he was waiting for.
"Is she in there?" I asked.
I was referring to my mom who was in Saskatoon, at the time, sick from cancer.
"Yeah", he replied nervously.
I left the room.
It felt very clumsy.

I look back on this dream often.
Had this been the last time I were to see him body and spirit, surely I would have come out with more to say to him.

My mom passed away some time later.

Recalling this dream now, it wasn't like a house, it was really like a waiting room.
A hospital waiting room for newborn children.
Except it wasn't for newborns.

You get the idea.

Both dreams were under similar circumstances.

I was in the spare room on the computer onto the website YouThink. The first dream I was sending messages to a woman I had a crush on, S. The second dream I was sending messages to another woman who I had a crush on, L.
It was dark and the room was dimly lit.

The feeling that I got from both dreams was thus: "This is as close as you are ever going to get with these people". It turned out to be true in both cases. Neither never got any farther.

I was in a two room apartment.
It looked like my apartment, except with the added room.
It was early in the morning.
I was living with two other people.
A woman and her son.
I don't know their relation to me...
It could have been my sister and neph.
The house was a mess with toys.
I walked through the door in the living room into the spare room.
I turned on the Playstation, which had an unusual controller:
If you were to place colour blocks into a large table like...well...controller. You place the blocks into the indentation and it causes a reaction on the screen.
In this case it was the MTV Music Generator.
I was working on a song.
I didn't get too far and it was very dissapointing.
It was 10:00PM when I turned it off.
I went back into the living room.
I realized that I wasted the whole day accomplishing nothing.

The scene was some sort of garbage planet.
I was in a cable car along with other passengers.
We were watching Aeon Flux jumping around, twirling in the sky, jumping from pile to pile, making cool acrobatics.
The cable car moved around in a counter clockwise direction, from height to the ground.
When it finally did get to the ground, the cable car wasn't there anymore.
I was standing in front of Aeon Flux.
She started running around the piles.
I followed her.
The garbage piles consists of yellow, orange and blue colours.
There wasn't anything organic in it.
It was more sort of metal, carboard and paper.
The ground was a pale brown.
Aeon Flux was dressed in mostly black outfit with a red trim, just like in the show.

I was on the sound stage.
I was the teleprompter.
All I was allowed to do was scan the lines.
On the stage, Captain Picard was having a breakdown.
It was part of the script.
It must have taken place after the "Generations" movie because he was still grieving his loss.
He started demanding that parts of bodies be jettisoned for some sort of punishment.
A finger was the first thing.
An arm.
A leg.
He then said "The dead" before he broke down crying.
I was in awe because the actor was doing a wonderful job acting.
It was strange, yes.
The fact that I was seeing the teleprompter, the cameras and some of the stage crew emphasized that it was on a stage.
Then it cut to a "computer graphics" screen where body parts and the dead was being jettisoned and floating upwards.

I was part of Georgi La Forge's engineering team.
I was told to do something (what, I'm not so sure).
I turned around walking towards the lift.
I was stopped dead in my tracks by Commander Riker.
Commander Riker had somehow become a mute.
This upset him because on the TV series, Riker was a jazz trombonist.
He had somewhat an archaic method of communicating.
I think I asked him three questions.
First one I asked, a green light lit up for yes.
Second one I asked, a red light lit up for no.
A third one resulted in a horrible holler coming from Riker.
It was a "How dare you ask me an insensitive question-!?" holler.
I felt uncomfortable and left engineering with LaForge right then and there.

I was at Sacred Heart High School in Yorkton.
I was in an upstairs classroom on a "connector classroom".
That is there are two overground classrooms and a walkway connecting both buildings.
The door to the classroom was wide open.
Light from the outside was coming in.
I was sitting beside the window.
The window is on my right side.
Almost everything was in black and white.
We were all standing up.
We were each holding two 1/2" diameter round polished sticks that are about 5" long.
The two sticks were blue in colour.
There was classical music being played from somewhere.
The conductor was Spike Jones, complete with the bubblegum chewing.
Spike Jones extended his arms and rolled them around in slight circles.
That is, he was not using his full arm to make circles.
The bigger the circles Spike Jones made, the louder we hit the sticks.
The smaller the circles Spike Jones made, the softer we hit the sticks.
When I woke up, I discovered the source of the music came from the radio (CBC Radio AM)

I was in some sort of Eastern European country. There were men and women soaking in some sort of mixture. Something with grains and such. I took an interest in a brunette with large C sized breasts. I didn't approach her, but I looked directly at her. I did ended up sitting beside a blonde with similar build and similar breasts. I starting sucking on her nipples. She reacted favorably by not pulling away, in fact, enjoying it. The one who I was interested on started sucking on her other nipple and reacted greatly when she moved from her nipple over to her wetness.

That was when she stood up from the mixture and told us that we should go to a private room for a threesome. Everyone else left the strange pool mixture at the same time we did. We started walking around the area, which seemed to be a shop or restaurant, looking for a private room for the three of us.

The blonde woman found a room which happened to be upstairs. I reached my hand back to the woman that I fancied and she grabbed it, briefly. I could tell because there were windows all around us and I looked out and saw the bottom floor.

I was instructed to turn off the lights that were hanging around the windows. So I started to turn a couple off and I started to turn a third light off and no matter how many times I turned the knob the darn thing just wouldn't turn off. It finally did. That was about the time when everyone turned the other lights off.

I turned around and saw that there were now other people in the room. Three men (including myself) and four women (counting the two original women). Apparently, the women were already naked, one man was nude and me and the other man were not. Everyone sat down and I started undressing myself revealing my unit.

I heard a call saying that it was enormous. All four women and one man (which startled me) surrounded me. The women took turns sucking me, three or four times.

I sat down because my turn was apparently over. I sat behind the woman that I took a fancy too (she had the second turn, the blond had the first turn). Another man started undressing. My focus was on the brunette, though. I asked her if she liked another taste. She didn't answer but sucked greedily on my member.

Then it was on the sidewalk on the set of a reality TV show, all three of us guys were on bikes and we were supposed to bike down and find a group of marathon runners and drive our bike through them. I found a group of naked men. Another guy rode his bike through a group of normal clothed marathon men. The third guy found a pack of women who been through a wet T-shirt contest and judging from the applause, he was the winner.

Somehow I was in a musical number in a corner store.
Something about swingers.
A cash register woman spun around singing (30 year old blonde)
She latched both hands on my shoulders, burying her head in my chest during a low note in the song.
Pause.
"I digress", she said before going on to the chorus.
The next verse starts.
We kiss.
My lips were closed.
She asked "What are you doing?"
I was chewing on whole, non-processed cheese.
I felt uncomfortable kissing her while I was chewing on cheese.
I surrendered to her kiss, flicking tongues against each other.
I was thinking, "This can't be comfortable, kissing with a mouthful of cheese"

Notes from dream:
corner grocery store
run by a blonde and a brunette in their 30s
musical
mozza cheese being chewed
flickering of tongues against each other
the woman who I was kissing had a bruise on her left eye not caused by me.
"I digress"
"What are you doing?" before the full kiss
Once again, it was a sunny day with only a few clouds in the sky.

I live in a tall apartment building
It's at least 15 to 20 stories tall
From above it looks like a horseshow
On the ground floor I put on an orange CD, which I assume is my Tarantel CD
It's hooked up to an elaborate outdoor speaker system.
On the ground there are brown knee high speakers.
They were placed along side a gentle slope to a lounge.
There I met a woman with dark hair and a very loud voice.
One thing led to another before she revealed she didn't wear any panties.
She said I had a nice ball sac and I shoved my ballsac in her vagina.
Reaching up to grab her boobs, she had a large B to small C boobs.
When I tried to kiss her vagina she yelled out that I was kissing her ass.

Walking up and down a gentle slope preparing for some type of battle.
A stone wall separates both sides.
I'm wearing red armour carrying a red shield on my right arm.
There is a gap in the wall, but the other side isn't attacking.
One messenger tells me that help has arrived:
A fleet of men riding bicycles.
The other side starts launching plastic shells.
They are harmless but it's more of a taunting than an actual threat.
The other side is wearing red.
My side has more earthy green tones.
It was as though I started walking away and I notice that my side and the other side now has "helicopter" type of attack vehicles.
The red side is obviously more menacing.
The red side is still firing plastic shells.
I become irritated and hold up the shield to protect myself from the taunting attack.
I awake before any major attacks take place.

List of items from my dream:
Grass
Rock type of wall.
The gap in the wall looks like someone blasted through it.
My red shield.
The bad guys wearing red armour
The good guys wearing earthy green armour
Sunny sky, a few clouds.
I am the commander of the army and I have a second-in-command.
Everyone else is asian
The asian atmosphere is emphasized with the bicycles.

I remember driving in a hilly city.
I'm not sure where.
The car I was driving was not mine, it was an older black car. Like a family sedan.
My nephew was in the back seat.
It wasn't the best car. It was rickety.
I remember going to a three way intersection.
There was a policeman there and he stopped me.
He looked like my co-worker, Walter.
It was interesting because the familiarity transferred to my dream.
I stepped out of the car.
"It's all right, John", he said to me, "You've got nothing to worry about"
I came back into the car and I remember turning left going up a hill.
I was in an awkward position because I wasn't fully in the driver's seat.
That is the car was moving, slowly and almost dangerously from side to side as I tried to regain control.
I remember being fully in control after a while once I sat back in to the driver's seat.
I wondered if the policeman saw that while I continued to drive up the hill.