This entry sort of screws up the theme of this blog.

My aunt called and left a message. I called her back. She was with my grandpa. She told me some good news. My grandfather is doing okay. The skin graft operation went well. His hand is healing. His leg is really bothering him. A nurse is going to be coming over to help him with his medication and helping him out a bit. My Aunt told me that grandpa won't be needing my help for a while but thanked me for being the person to rely on.

This comes to me as a relief.

I called my sister to relay the news. She called my grandfather's neighbour the other day. Howard, who is a wonderful guy, said that he really should be in a home or have someone to look after him. Grandfather is living in a house that's too big for just one person and he's trying to do too much. I agree, of course. We'll see what happens.

According to my sister, after my brother finishes school this December said he would volunteer helping out with Grandpa.

I also relayed to my sister about my dream of the school/university dream. She felt that the dream has an aura of newness. The university in the dream felt old, established, but it looked new, the semester was beginnning and everyone was very well dressed. Everything felt new.

She felt a sense of new-ness from her bathtub dream. She also felt a sense of newness from this dream that I told her about.

Perhaps this is a start of a cycle of new-ness. Walter, the cop, is right. I don't have anything to worry about.

I was googling Dream Journals and I came upon five. One of which was Lachesis. On August 29, 2004, he posted a dream about being in Disney World. I had a dream in which Disney Land was a central theme...or symbol. It also prompted the question of what Disneyland/world is supposed to represent. He offered this insight:

"I also see the idea of the Disney parks as an ideal of innocence, being a child, enjoying things as a child might. We're preparing for a return trip their soon, having last visited four years ago when my kids were very small"

I've never been to a Disney park. But linking it with an ideal of innocence makes perfect sense to me.

I'm looking forward to reading some more of your dreams, Lachesis! I'm glad I ran into you!

It was a hallway for some sort of education institute. It was a dark polished oak. The floor looks recently polished. There were framed windows here and there. We were sitting on a backless bench.

There were four people sitting with me. All of them were from my Sacred Heart High School class from Yorkton. Jason and Darren. I'm not sure who the other two were. They could very well be Trevor and Lawrence, Trevor and Matt, Matt and Lawrence, Kyle and Trevor. I don't know. They were interchangable. We were all wearing dress suits.

We were all waiting for the next class. I think it was the start of the semester. Jason bought a textbook for this advanced course in applied mathematics. Everyone on the bench was talking about the course. I think everyone was prepared except for me. I was the only one who was deciding on whether or not to take this course. I was also bopping my head to a CD by "Prefuse-73". Apparently I was the only one who could hear the music

Jason had his textbook on a page about Canadian time zones. He then started talking about it as though he were familiar with the mathematical problems and concepts behind time zones. Everyone sitting on the bench seemed familiar with the material.

Once again, I didn't say anything, but was bopping my head to the music. Darren looked at me as though he wanted my input. I couldn't give any. I was taking a "wait and see" approach. Sort of like "Wait until I take the class, then I'll tell you what I think"

I woke up because I was late for work. My co-worker was also late.

August 28, 2004, in the morning my grandfather in Fort Benton, Montana was carrying down the A/C unit by himself. He noticed that there was a huge water leak in the basement. He took out his vacuum cleaner and started to clean up. He electrocuted himself. My aunt and next door neighbours found him. My aunt was in a panic and called my sister. My sister must have thought about this long and hard and called me. My sister is a full time teacher who has built up a career for herself. She has an intern. She has a son. She has responsibilities around the house in Regina. My brother needs to finish his degree. He's two classes away from graduating. He doesn't want that interrupted. He doesn't want to drag that any farther then it's supposed to. So it falls onto me. It's not a comfortable position to be in, but I'm the only one who's built up enough time and resources to be an emergency contact. Seven weeks of time built up.

That includes the two week Christmas block that I want to spend with my family in Fort Benton and Regina.

That also includes one week in Guelph to see a dear friend. I'm sorry if I'm sounding selfish, but I want to salvage the week in Guelph. It's meant for me to be away from everyone and everything, take some time to myself and get reacquainted with K. So help me, I'm going to save that one week.

All of my selfish intentions aside, I do not want to be pulled into Fort Benton to live there, to be Grandpa's servant. I want to try to talk grandpa into having a live-in RN or moving into assisted living. But I feel strongly that he's got pride. He doesn't want to leave the house that he literally built. But he's still family. He's still part of where I am today. Really. If it wasn't for him I wouldn't be here in South Carolina, living in a one bedroom apartment working at the Medical University working on a nation-wide study about autism.

So here is where dreams come in. My sister had two dreams about mom. My brother had a dream about my dad. I have this dream about my dad. My sister told me about her two dreams about mom. In one dream, we were up on a balcony, she was conducting. Mom told her that she was doing a terrific job and that she was proud of her. My sister felt pretty good upon awaking from the dream. In the other dream, we were back in the house in Yorkton. Everything looked the same except the tub was moved into their bedroom. It was a half a tub (Think: Alice in Wonderland). My sister asked my mom if the tub would spill, my mom told her not to worry. According to my sister, like magic, the water stayed inside this half a tub. What are these dreams trying to tell us? We were talking about that and somehow our conversation went like this: We have pretty much been living our own lives. Would mom and dad want us to drop everything, stop whatever it is we're doing, give up on our dreams, quit our jobs, give up on everyone just so that we could go back and be Grandpa's house servant? Of course not.

Does that sound rude? Yes it does.

My sister, god bless her, has carried the burden of being the first born and as a result, responsible for EVERYTHING that has been going on.

So now the torch has been passed on to me.

I'm going to help out Grandpa, should the need arise.

But now I'm faced with a problem that deals with my selfish intentions. My trip to Guelph is on the line. I know what's going to happen. I'm going to start lying about how many days I have off. This is a family responsibility...but then I rewind a few paragraphs ago about my own life, desires, and dreams. I want this time off, I need this time off. I haven't seen K in years. Family responsibility. John time. Family. John. Them. Me. Us. I.

So forgive me if this message sounds a lot like me pacing back and forth muttering "What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?" because that's exactly what I'm doing. Later this afternoon, I'm going to give my grandpa's neighbours a call to let them know that I, and not my sister, would be the contact emergency person. Later tonight, I shall resign myself to my fate.

I'm going to try everything that I can to save that one week that I promised to myself and then argue to myself if I got my priorities in order.

Cue the Flintstones, the ham and Swiss cheese sandwich and the stucco that just fell from my ceiling and make a mental note to call the landlord.

5:16pm August 28, 2004 - I'm the world's worst liar. I couldn't bring myself to tell them that I had six weeks or leave time. I said that I have four weeks of sick leave that I could use and I'm hesitant to use my three weeks vacation time, but it's there to use if needed. My stubborn, selfish side refuses to give up that one week. It's an internal battle. It's good that I'm there to help out my grandpa, but, I argue, I need time to myself, too. So buck up, I say, you can do this.

2:18am August 29, 2004 - Hurricane Gaston is bearing down on Charleston. It's a category 1 storm. It's bad, but it's not that bad. I will help out. I'm not worried about money. I'm not going to budge on my week in Guelph. No matter what grandpa says, that's my time. I need that to myself. The landlord told me that the stucco work is subcontracted to the painters, who won't be available until Monday. I hate infomercials. I'm going to sleep, now.

I witnessed it happening twice.

The first time was at Christmas back in the mid to late 80s. B was in the hallway. I thought B was awake. We talked for a bit. B sat on the deacon's bench for a while and then I think B went back downstairs. I was up around 5:30am or 6:30am.

The second time was around 1993, I awoke to the sound of B coughing and hacking. I thought B was sick. I looked around towards the kitchen, half asleep, trying to see what was going on. It worried me. Two hours later, the light was on in the kitchen. A police officer was there talking with my mom. The next day, I talked to B about what happened. B thought that his friend's house across the street was on fire. In his sleepwalking state, he went across the street to knock on their door. I think the police officer was called in to help B home.

The basement room has always been a source of such sleepwalking dreams.

I don't know if B approves of me writing this.

The first dream I had before I graduated from university, around late 2000 or early 2001.

She was my second ex-girlfriend, Linda. She was with me throughout the dream. She was a good lover. For some reason I cannot remember the sex, all I can remember is that it did happen. She did follow me everywhere I went. I remember her at my house and at the the entrance of Campion/Luther College. She never went to the U of Regina, she went to SIAST. I do remember that her hygiene wasn't the greatest and she was trailing me to the point of being uncomfortable.

That's about what I can recall from that dream. I told my sister about the dream and she asked me if I had unfinished buisness with Linda. We haven't seen each other since '98. I said no, I don't think we had any unfinished buisness. This dream happened the night before my nephew's outdoor soccer tournament.

The second dream I had around 1998 or 1999.

He was about 6"1', skinny, dressed like a rocker and was carrying a wooden crane. It wasn't a straight cane, but it looked like a root or a branch or something. I can't recall what he said, but he was loud, obnoxious and insulted everyone that he saw. I turned and started to walk away in disgust. He approached me. He looked calm now, spoke in either a bad British accent or a faked British accent. He told me that he was sorry and he apologized. I replied either "G-get away" or "N-no". I do recall a stutter. I didn't want to offend him, but I felt that I couldn't be around someone who would offend everybody.

The dream clearly took place at the University of Regina. The man was insulting everyone on the ground floor, on top of the pit. I turned my back and walked upstairs to the second floor going towards the registration desk. He stopped and he followed me up to the second floor.

Using my very first dream entry I'm going to use two books: "The Dreamer's Dictionary" by Lady Stearn Robinson and Tom Corbett and "The Dream Directory" by David C. Lohff

Automobile - The meaning of a dream involving a motorcar depends very much on its aspect. If the car was merely a means of transportation, it has, in itself, no particular significance, and other details of the dream should be carefully considered But the car is a central theme to the dream. ... if the engine lost power of stalled or if you run out of gas, you could be embarrassed by misplacing your confidence and/or affections. I'm going to have to go with "misplacing my confidence" except the car didn't stop by itself, I stopped on request of the policeman. Maybe my confidence or affections is being re-directed?

Hills - Another obstacle dream. The higher the hill, the greater the obstacle, but other factors must be correlated. If this was an obstacle dream, then I think I'm sufficiently prepared to handle whatever the obstacle is.

Black - An unfavorable omen unless it featured in a funeral or other appropriate situation, in which case it forecasts difficulties to be overcome The black car and the hilly city do suggest that this is an obstacle dream.

Nephew - ...other relatives (apart from immediate family) are an omen of help when needed. Of course the dream action must be correkated to get an accurate interpretation Fascinating.

Road - ...unpaved, bumpy, narrow, or twisting roads represent difficulties to be overcome, and the meaning of the dream will depend on the outcome of your dream action in relation to the road. I was at a three way stop. The road really was not at top notch condition and I did come out of a windy road. This does fit well with the rest of the symbolism of the dream

Police - Police in your dream are a symbol of security in your life... Security with the policemen and help from my nephew. Whatever obstacle this seems to represent, I'm not going to go in without help or back up.

Officer - If your dream featured a police officer, it forecasts an embarrassment due to the financial carelessness of a friend or relation...I'm going to discard this definition for now. It doesn't seem to fit with the rest of the symbols.

Friends - Any demonstration of true friendship in a dream is a straightforward prediction of happy social times with good companions...I couldn't find co-worker. Walter, however, did tell me not to worry. I took that as a sign of true friendship within the dream. So in this obstacle that I'm supposed to overcome, not only would I have help and security with me, but I also have friends. I guess that's why this obstacle dream doesn't look like an obstacle dream

Left - If your dream featured the left side of anything or a left turn or direction, it is telling you not to be discouraged by a temporary setback; perseverate and you will ultimately attain your goal This is becoming straight forward, isn't it?

The Dreamer's Dictionary suggests that in this dream, I have been faced with some obstacle. It's not a huge obstacle. I can handle it with all of the resources that I have. But it is an obstacle of some sort. I seem to be getting the message to not give up and tap into my resources in case things happen to go wrong.

Cars - Often times, the car is simply the best mode of transportation within a dream. In that case the rest of the dream is more important than the car itself. However, if the dream includes significant data about the car, that image may be worth a deeper look. Indeed the car is a central theme in my dream ...Driving a car is roughly the opposite of being a passenger in one. However, the passengers may reflect persons to whom you feel an acute sense of responsibility In this case, my nephew Again, they may be figures from almost any area of your life. What is important is how you relate to them and how you all agree or differ in your destination My nephew was a passenger in the car. He didn't seem to have a problem where I was going to. I haven't considered this possibility before. Perhaps the obstacle is coming home

Children - Children are fasinating characters in dreams because they reflect so honestly our own thoughts and feelings. Children are often afraid of what is worth being feared, have deeply feld senses of right and wrong and show reckless abandon in both likes and dislikes.... So my nephew could very well be representing a part of myself If you know the child in waking and dreaming, this may reflect a wish fulfillment or projection Seems out of place, but I'll buy that premise. The main puzzle piece to discern is the nature of your activity and the relationship with the child After a few moments of thought, I was probably driving my nephew home

Journey - The longer one's life, the more apparent it becomes that life is not a destination, but rather a journey of searching for meaning, understanding, and ultimately happiness. Bingo. While we don't necessarily characterize our dreams as journeys, there is a sense in which our waking journey is sometimes affected by our most powerful or memorable dreams. Many dreams include needing to travel from A to B before progress is made in completing the dream task. Many times, this traveling is the challenge. In this case, with the car, it didn't feel like a challenge ...the journey is often a symbol for trying to find what is needed to bring life into equilibrium. This is the task of finding one's place in the universe...Is your destination known to others, or held in confidence Good question. I don't even remember where we were going. Do others invite you to accompany them, vice versa, or are you on a solitary trip? My neph was already in the car. My trip is not solitary. Can others direct you, or are you traveling to an unknown place? It's an unknown place, but I feel like I know where I'm going

Relatives - ...To interpret dreams of this kind, discern what relatives were in the dream My nephew and whether they are still living Yes or dead No in waking life.

The Dream Dictionary is giving me a different meaning. There is not situation. It could very well be that I dearly miss home and that I'm still carrying my memories with me.

This is the second time (that I'm aware of) in which some sort of media integrated itself into my dreams. I thought I could go on the day and just forget the dream because I have work to do. It refuses to leave my head...So if I must, I must:

It started with a "Fast motion camera". It looked like some sort of hobby room because it was so messy and busy. There was a man and I think someone else was there. I didn't know who. There was a card game. And then the man placed a vibrating football game on the table. The ball moved and the players would move in such a way where all you really need to do is watch. You hope that your side would intercept the football and prevent it from going inside the goal.

The man had straight short dark brown hair, a red shirt, a few pounds. He sort of looked like Joe Flarhety.

The vibrating football game had black and white Saskatchewan Roughrider decal game stickers. On the game table, there were green and white and black and green football players. The black and green football players just scored a goal.

Then the dream shifted to on the football field. I was on there. There was a helicopter. It crashed but bounced back onto the football field. This football field wasn't on grass or "Astro-turf". It was on cardboard with a shiny flawless surface. Or at least it was. After the helicopter bounced itself upright onto the field, there was a helicopter blade mark on the field.

A general stepped out on to the field and asked me "What are you doing in Saskatchewan?".

I was sent in somewhere for recon duty. It was in some sort of stronghold (prison?) made entirely of bricks. It looked pretty run down. I was wearing a decorated uniform carrying my gun and whatever it is a soldier would carry.

Last thing I remember I was on a tire swing inside this brick stronghold/prison. There was a group of hecklers. I turned to them and started to intimidate them, making threatening remarks and giving them the finger. The swing was going around in wider circles, the jeering from the hecklers and my intimidating remarks started to heat up pretty good.

I woke up to my TV, which was on A&E. On A&E was some sort of Cold War movie. I was mixing in elements from the Cold War movie with my dream. Specifically, some of the voices of the actors including, I think, Sydney Poitier, and the incidental plot music.

Tell me a short, mundane dream that you had.

By now you must have read a few of mine.

While I was cooking and watching "Time and Tide", I started to recall another dream that I had some time early this year. I'm afraid I really can't pinpoint the date or even the month. It's a good thing I started this journal, isn't it?

I was at St. Alphonsus School in Yorkton, Saskatchewan, Canada for a reunion.
I was on the basketball court in front of the classroom extension that was built back in (I think) 1986.
I was talking with Fawn. We seemed to be on very friendly terms.
This was odd because Fawn and I never got along
We retreated to around the back of the extension and we engaged in a threesome.
I was on the bottom.
Fawn was on top of me.
Another man was having sex with her.
I couldn't see his face, I could only look up to his waist.
I was still in my clothes.
I was only allowed to fondle Fawn's breasts. That was all.
After the sex, we went back to the party.
Fawn cried, apologized to me, hugged me and then walked away.

I never recalled speaking in this dream.

I sent in two dreams to Slow Wave. They get roughly about 15 dreams a day and they don't use all of them. So I might not get mine illustrated. But it doesn't hurt to try.

I've submitted my Bad Sci-Fi Movie dream and Part One of my dual dream.

Eventually, I would like to sketch something from my dreams. But for the next few days I'm going to be working at home again. My boss gave us another assignment to do and told us that we can do it at home...again.

I think it's time I submit something to Slow Wave

I thought I could pick up some of my sleep talking. It didn't happen. I even tried to recite a phone number that I saw in my dream while I was dreaming. I don't think it did very well. Either it didn't pick up or I could make myself speak while dreaming (or maybe it was part of the dream).

In any case, last night's dream was interesting.

I was at a strip club that was selling tickets for a walking tour/play. What it is, I couldn't remember. The strip club was catering to the general public. That is, people and kids of all ages were coming in to see this walking tour/play. My pockets were full of stuff...coins, my wallet, $60 in $20 bills, some bubble gum wrappers and other garbage.

There was a photocopier there that had a circular opening on the top. Inside this opening was four compartments. In one of the compartments, I placed in all of my coins. I thought they would be safe there, except it wasn't the most logical place for them any anyone can steal those coins. I went out on the tour/play.

I can't remember any details about the tour/play.

I came back into the strip club, sat down, all slouched-like. Sliding the cushion out from underneath me. While I was shifting all of the contents emptied my pockets: more coins, the $60, my wallet and some more small wrappers.

A dancer approached the couch. She was a nude dancer. She pressed her body against the couch. I leaned in and managed to have her boob pressed against my face. She didn't seem to complain any. She stood up and walked away. I stood up and looked at the mess I made on the couch. Tristian Miller saw the $60 and said those where his. I told him to "Fuck off. Here, just take thse quarters". Which he did. I gathered up the rest of the coins, the bills and the wallet.

I turned towards the photocopier to store the coins again. Jason Hubbs approached me and told me that I was crazy. He shoo-ed me away from the photocopier. I opened the compartment and found that the coins I had in there before are gone now. Jason shoo-ed me away, again. I complied, sighed and started to leave the club. I was done and it was time for me to head home.

Jason Hubbs was someone from Yorkton.
Tristian Miller was someone from the U of Regina.
The stripper definately looked like someone from Charleston.

This is an Olympus VN-120. I bought mine today. It is a voice activatd digital recorder with 2 hours worth of recording time. I have been known to talk in my sleep under certain conditions. I will attempt to re-create these same conditions and see if I can record myself. If successful, I shall post a transcript tomorrow. The conditons created are thus: No comforter. Wear only T-shirt and boxers. Lower the thermostat to 65-70 degrees.

My boss told us that we only had to fill an Excel spreadsheet so we got permission to work home on Thursday and Friday. Today, I got so sick of looking at numbers and filling in the spreadsheet that I took a nap. I was tired from the night before of going out. Tonight I'm planning on going out again. I took a nap in my room and I had a heck of a late afternoon dream

It was sort of a split dream.

One side of the split, I was sitting in a bedroom. There was a "gutter" between the carpet and the wall that must have been 2 3/4" wide. Just enough space for the A/C grill. Below the carpet was good quality polished hardwood. I was facing north. My blue cell phone was in the direct sunlight. I picked it up and it was heating up.

The other side of the split, I was being trained for a boxing match. I was in a gym. To an onlooker, this would have been funny since I do not have the body of a boxer. I was practicing my hits, my blocks and undercuts (Which I think are illegal). It was also on a clear sunny day. It was clearly a gym. There was exercise equipment and not that many working out.

For this exercise, I shall take three separate symbols and describe them as best as I can. I'm going to use the first of my Fragile Dreams series. There won't be any stream of consciousness writing for this exercise. But this does have to be descriptive. That is, if I were to draw or paint a picture, I'd use this information.

Kathryn:
Kathryn was wearing tan or beige clothing.
Slacks and a short sleeve dress shirt.
She was wearing glasses.
Her hair was a light brown, not a dark brown as I remembered her.
She seemed interested in looking around my apartment.
Her hair looked good.
She looked well, fit, happy and beautiful as always.
She was sitting on the couch.
She gave a good smile and we maintained eye contact.
Rapport was established with ease.
Her eyes were a brown colour.
Her wheelchair was completely absent from my dream.
The focus was entirely on her.
She was there to visit.
She didn't appear to live there.

The couch
The couch that I own is a blue loveseat with minimalist design trim.
The couch in the dream was a lighter tan then Kathryn's clothes, such that you can tell the two apart.
It was a full sized chesterfield.
There was a purple and blue flower design trim.
It looks like in good shape.
Actually, it looks new.
There wasn't any arms on the couch.
The couch that I own has a "hump" on the back.
The couch in my dream had no such "humps", but the back was fully supported.
I own four red pillows.
In the dream, there weren't any pillows on the couch, except for the three "pillows" that lined the back of the couch.
My couch has a skirt covering the legs.
The couch in the dream has no such skirt.
The couch in the dream has short rounded legs, giving it low ground clearance.
My couch isn't the world's most comfortable couch.
The one in my dream does look very comfy.

The apartment
Looking towards Kathryn, my apartment (setting of the dream) is mapped as thus:
To the front, going to the far left, and turning to the right is the entrance way.
To the front, going to the far left, and making a right before the entrance way is the screened porch.
To the front and the right is the living room.
To the front and the left is the kitchen area with a dining bar.
There is no kitchen table.
Behind me and on my left is the bathroom.
Directly behind me is my bedroom.
The bathroom, bedroom, screened porch and entrance way were not visible in my dream, but I knew they were there.
The floor was clean.
There was a heavy sheet of plastic underneath the couch.
There were sandals beside the couch.
The sandals were a dark oak/brown color. They look well worn.
I own three barstools, a chair and a plant.
None were present in the dream.
My dining bar is cluttered.
It wasn't in my dream.
My entertainment center was more closer to the hallway in my dream.
I own a fibreboard entertainment center.
In the dream the entertainment center was made out of metal.
Even the speakers were on the metal entertainment center.
I had a separate stand for my DVDs.
In the dream I didn't see any DVDs or movies of any kind.
I don't recall the TV being on.
The room was pretty quiet.
I usually have the screen porch open for my cats.
In the dream the screen porch was closed and I don't recall seeing any cats.
Everything else looked like it should be.
Except the apartment felt bigger than it was supposed to be.
It was night. About 9:00pm.
I could tell because it was dark outside.
There were clocks but I didn't bother looking at the time.

I couldn't place the setting, but the carpet looked like mine.
There was a hallway.
There is an intersecting hallway
There is a chair on either side of the intersecting hallway, right in the middle.

There was also a CB radio being broadcast.

I was being cornered and trapped.
Two people were trying to get me, one was Richard Dean Anderson.

The CB radio said something about kangaroo rats being a threat.

I was some sort of infected kangaroo rat.
I started jumping like a kangaroo. I don't know if a kangaroo rat jumps.
One was to scare me out of the corner and the other one was to capture me with their hands.
Richard Dean Anderson was the one to scare me.
I jumped up high and poisoned the other man.

I was clearly an actor. I "poisoned" by way up jumpng on the body, making a sucking sound and doing something with my hands. I didn't puncture any skin or do anything that is considered a method of poisoning.

I jumped to the other side of the hallway.
Richard Dean Anderson approached me.
I jumped up and "poisoned him".

I then started walking through the main hallway.
My thought here was: Jesus, this carpet needs vacuuming

The CB radio came back on. The voice was in a panic. They wanted to know if the team was all right, asking if there were any survivors. No one, of course, replied.

I turned around and walked back.
The slumped body of Richard Dean Anderson now looked like a sleeping body of my cat, Abagail. I touched the body on it's side and it was Abagail, my cat. She woke up.

The next exercise I'm going to perform here is a stream of consciousness based on one particular symbol of a dream. For this exercise, I shall be focusing on the woman in the pinstripe suit who removed her pink towel. [from the second part] I shall write whatever comes to mind. If I make a spelling mistake, leave it and go on. Also to keep on looking forward and not to stop to read what I have already written.

You have been warned.

This isn't the same woman. She's supposed to be the same. Wearing all of those rags, she looks like a completely different person. When she was wearing the pink towel she was a different person. But she she showed off her black pinstripe suit, she looked different. But they were all the same woman. She was wearing glasses. She skirt was knee-high. Professional, sassy and sexy. She looked like Rhonda Bort. I went to school with her. Nice girl. I was hard on her, so eas everyone. She liked different music, had different tastes. She was a 60s girl and dressed the part. Why didn't I treat her better? I had my chance and I should have been nicer to her. I don't know where she is now. No one knows. There was a letter that we got from class to a reunion that I couldn't afford to attend. Rhonda was someone that they needed to find. Have they found her? I hope she's okay. I remember taking on her interests a little late. I was angry with myself when my friend Claude discovered her in a gay club in Saskatoon. Claude was a better friend to Rhonda then I was. When Claude said that Rhonda was bi, it didn't surprise me. It didn't matter. I usually shrug these things off. A person's sexuality doesn't cover a person's attitutde and personality. Unless they choose to. There she was strutting down the audience. There was applause and one heckler. There is always the one heckler. But was it planned? It seemed like it. I didn't find it fair. She seemed really attractive and looked almost off limits. Why did I call her my "dream girl?" because now she doesn't seem to fit the category anymore. She seems to now fit a part of my personality personified by a familiar person. What could she represent? Undiscovered beauty would make sense. Before she was this massive, or seemingly massive woman draped on layer upon layer upon layer upon layer of cloths and rags. That wasn't a spelling mistake. They were cloths. Not clothes. They were there to conceal her. Concealing if she was fat? God no. She wasn't fat. Beauty, appearences. MAybe the dream is telling me not to be so vain about appearances. But I know that. I think I'm really harsh on outward appearances. Underneath everyone is a model. We need to throw off those rags and cloths that is concealing our inner beautiful self. Yes that does include me too. I hit myself for not being a stud, or a good looking man. But if I said I was would people laugh at me? Does it matter any more? If I were to shake my head give a chuckle and say "No no no", it's not going to change anyone's mind. I would rather be timid about my looks. Timid doesn't work here. What's the right word? Underappreciating? You know what, it doesn't matter. It's like the Star Trek episode with the sugar pill from Mudd. They were ugly women, but after they took this sugar pill, they became beautiful. We're all sexy beings. We're all human. We have imperfections, but what about our perfections? The good in everyone, or rather the goodlooking in everyone? If we were to struggle, not struggle, explain or photograph one good quality in everyone, wouldn't that be better then to amplify the ugly? I don't believe in ugly people. But what about me? Am I ugly? I have had people, okay women, tell me that I'm not. But were they saying that because they thought it is something that I wanted to hear? No. No, that's the wrong train of thought. If I were to receive a nice compliment, accept it. That's what I look like, that's what I am. Practice what I preach. If someone tells me that I have a young face and a fit body, why complain? I should not complain. Anyone could be a model. Anyone. It takes a sense of pride in oneself. But on the other side of the coin, we all have an ugly side. We must make use of that too. She used humour and acrobatic skills. Those are metaphors. We all use acrobatics and humor to deal with our ugly sides and our ugly self. If we're fat, we start making fat jokes and then either use diet and exercise or attempt to use diet and exercise to change the fat, or get fatter. People worry about others getting fatter because it's unhealthy. Maybe the lesson of the dream is to accept our beauty and AND accept our ugliness, instead of retaining our ugliness and not do anything to change it. That's unhealthy. If it doesn't work out, crack a joke, try again. Get rid of the hype, the bathing suit that doesn't want to fit you. Why are you keeping it if it's complicated? We don't want to look like a supermodel or live the life of one. People do. Do they have ugly sides? They must have. Self worth. It's a measure of self worth. Can you balance your own beauty and your own ugliness keeping both in check? Or do you let one outweigh the other? Dispense with the rags, dispense with the bathing suit, wear the pinstripe suit that speaks out to everyone and says "I'm sexy, everyone! And I don't give a damn what you think". Or maybe you do, but for the moment, don't care. It will only ruin your night if your thoughts are on your chubby thighs. That's immaterial. No one cares. Not even the one your dating because they're worried about their pot belly. But the dream isn't about dating. She wore glasses, had a professional hair cut, wore a professional suit, and looked sexy. But she could be anyone. That's the magic and beauty of it.

I had a book once about dream exercises and dream magicks. It was during a time when I thought it would be cool to get involved with some kind of mysticism. Most magicks scares the crap out of me. Even the good magicks. I've decided on dream magicks because at least I have some sort of control. They're nothing more then methods of concentration and meditation. The one exercise I'm going to perform here is a stream of consciousness. I will be using this dream for this exercise. Keeping this dream in mind, I write whatever comes to mind. If I make a spelling mistake, leave it and go on. Also to keep on looking forward and not to stop to read what I have already written.

You have been warned.

There wasn't any line-up. When I entered the dream I was in the cable car. It wasn't a cable car. It was a grey metal bucket, pretty thick walls. Other cable cars could hold two people. Mine didn't. It didn't have any wheels overhead, either. It was fixed on the cable. I don't know how far apart each cable car was. On the same line on the other side, they cable cars seem so close together. I don't know how high up I was. I'm usually nautious. Not here. There wasn't any anxiety, sweaty palms, white knuckles or any fear. Was I afraid of heights? Not here. Was it because I'm aware that it's a dream? Did the cable car twist, roll up and down like an amusement ride? It was an amusement ride, wasn't it? I have seen roller coasters where the tracks go along side other buildings and building fixtures. It was on a kids science show with Bob MacDonald a long time ago. Why couldn't I see anyone ahead of me? I was more interested in looking over the sides. I wanted to see what was on the left and the right and over the car. Sort of. I did recall anxiety now. I was almost afraid to look underneath the cable car when it was over the entrance of Disneyworld. How did I know this was disneyworld? It's strange. There wasn't any Epcot center. No Mickey Mouse or Goofy. No Magic Kingdom. Why was I so sure this was Disneyland? Underneath me were buildings in yellow/gold tint, green trees and I saw red, green and blue baloons. To the right of me, I sensed an iron door. The cable car stopped. Why did it stop? It stopped because it was part of the ride. This is interesting. The rest of the ride was smooth and uninterrupted. Now over the entrance, it stopped. It slowed and it stopped. Then it picked up speed again. Now I'm reminded of skiing down Duck Mountain when I was going through St. Al's and Sacred Heart HS in Yorkton, going up the T-bar. Then it was the first time I looked straight ahead. There were some really tall trees ahead of me. There was an opening in the trees. There was a building ahead of me. I was going to go through an opening. Now I remember a program on the Travel channel where people are taken on a behind the scenes tour of Disneyland. I must be on a tour, a ride and then a tour. Going inside the building, I think I'm in the animation studio! This must be where all the animators come in to perform their labor and do their magic. Except it's deserted. There's no one here. Are they out for lunch? No, that can't be it. I must have gotten here after hours. After five o'clock everyone leaves for home. The cable car stops and I get off. What could be here? The cable car stops at the far right hand side of the room beside a row of windows. There's a door on the left. I leave the car and I go through the door. It's pretty dark in the hall, isn't it? There's two girls following me. This isn't an animation studio any more, it's a college dorm. How did that happen. How do I know it's a college dorm? This must be where animators are trained before they enter the field. Disney University, maybe? Who are these two girls. They seem to want me to hang with them. Maybe they're friends. I don't sense any sexual connection. I don't even sense any friendship connection. They can't be friends, but they must want me to hang around with them for some reason. Maybe for conversation. MAybe because they have nothing better to do today. We turn a left. We go down the hallway. That must be their room. Last room on the right hand side towards the window. Or is that a fire exit? We turn to the door. It has a golden half globe keyhole. That's a pretty strange keyhole. It doesn't look secure. There's a triangular opening near the bottom. I think I see a five pointed star outline. Or was it six? or nine? It's a star outline. A reddish outline? an orange-ish outline? The key better fit. She pulled out a key. It looks like a sardine key. A golden sardine key with a golden half global top on it. That's a key? I could design a better one. Oh my god, what kind of security is this? She puts the key in the bottom of the triangle, pulls to the top and turns clockwise. The door opens. Well it works. But I feel more secure with a traditional lock and key or key lock. I hope they have better security on the lower floors. I didn't recall seeing any stair cases. It could be behind these doors but there wasn't any visible stair cases. We must be at least 10 or 20 stories up. Where are the other roommates? The floor seemed empty except for the three of us. We entered her room and approached another global golden key on the corner of the room. She used her key and turned it clockwise. We left. That's strange. Was that all that we came in here for? There was a bed on the left hand side of the room. It's not made. There's a bookshelf to the immediate left of me, near the center of the room. I can't guess what they are. They're probably a mix of required reading and books that she reads for leisure. How many shelves? I think five shelves full of books. The room isn't really all that tidy. Typical college student. Better kept then some, I think. We exited the room quickly and then we went towards the window or posible fire escape. We did not go back to the drawing room. The cable was was waiting for us. All three of us. She took the key out yet again and used it on the window. The window started to swing open outwards from left to right. The car was bobbing up and down slightly. I was meant to jump into it. I stood on the ledge ready to jump in. Could it carry all three of us? I thought it could only hold one or two. How is it supposed to hold three? Do we continue on with the tour? Why is it so dark out? It feels like it's 7:00pm, no 8:00pm outside. It's pitch black with trees and lights below me. Was this part of the ride or did this go somewhere else. Looking outside, it didn't feel like 10 or 20 floors anymore. It looked like 15 floors. One wrong move and I plumet to the ground. It wasn't very safe, but I feel like I could make it. Did I jump? I was prepared to. So why didn't I jump before I woke up? One blonde girl and one dark haired brunette. The dark haired brunette figured prominently over the blonde. Why is that? She isn't the "girl of my dreams". She really did feel like a student and someone who I haven't met yet. We didn't exchange names. Why wasn't I more courteous? I should have said something, but I didn't. Why was I so quiet? Even on the cable car I didn't make any sarcastic remarks. Not even when two girls hit their heads on a construction beam. We were told to duck and they didn't listen. Those two girls and the ones that were with me when we went to the dorm room were not the same. The two that got hit were more airheads. These two were very hard workers. They looked dedicated to their work anyway. Why do I remember the rules? Don't put your arms out. Don't put your feet out. Duck. What an unsafe ride this is. There's hazards and dangers. Okay, they are subtle hazards and dangers, especially with the construction beams sticking out. I mean it makes sense to duck. The airheads didn't. They weren't badly hurt or got concussions. It was just a quick beam to the head, they ducked and then they were all right. They didn't feel any pain and never got any bruises. I surely would have ducked. Do I just follow all of the rules?

I was on a main street in Yorkton.
The police station, the Co-Op [now a Casino] is behind me on the left hand side of the street.
The church and the art gallery was on the right hand.
There was some sort of a haze all around me.
Everything appeared in black white or is some sort of shade of grey.
It was early to mid morning.
She stood in front of me, facing me.
I couldn't make out her features.
She did have longer-than-shoulder-length hair.
She smiled at me. She didn't show any teeth, but it was a warm smile.
I don't know why I remembered that

I was in an old building, inside a room full of reference books.
With me is an Asian companion. We were talking to an older man about something.
We were going to be sent on a mission.
As we got to the basement, I realized that the building was underwater.
We had some sort of scuba gear on.
We started running towards the "objective". It was a building far off in the distance.

There was some sort of "arcade" intermission.
There was a wave of blue stingrays swimming around me, past me and through me.
I was supposed to "steer" around the stingrays.
I knew they weren't dangerous.
They were rushing somewhere, probably for migration.
By the time I broke off, I ended up in front of the "objective".
I entered the building.
It was filled with files.
It had a sort of musky atmosphere to it.
There were shelves and old cardboard boxes of files, lining up the hallway like a sort of maze.
There was a steep staircase when I arrived at the back room.
I pulled out a piece of paper that had numbers on it.
There were numbers on the boxes.
They didn't correspond.
I found one box where the numbers were "close enough".
I turned around and headed back.

The scene cut back to the original building where the dream started

I was there with the old man, who apparently was a professor.
I was there with three other people.
I gave the box to the professor.
He pulled out four artifacts.
I didn't know what the artifacts were but they held some sort of importance.

I have a good number of dreams recorded.
Aside from my private dreams (and believe me there is a reason for it), I haven't come across any recurring dreams.

However, I did discover some recurring symbols:

The phrase "Help me!" has occurred in four dreams (including one of my private dreams). It wasn't used in the same context in all of them. One was an actual cry for help. One was used in asking for assistance. One was used in a frolicing playful way. One was used in a sexual context.

A brown haired, wonderful gorgeous woman appeared in four dreams I jogged my memory and recorded it tonight. She seemed to appear to age in my dream world as I aged in real life. Two dreams where in high school. The other two dreams were in the past year.

My current settings seem to be another theme. That is I would have some dreams about Yorkton, Regina or Charleston. Now I seem to recall a dream about six months ago where I was at my old house in Yorkton with someone who could very well have been my dad at a younger age.

Music seems to be another common theme. Some times I would wake up humming a tune from a dream and then shortly afterwards I would forget what it sounds like. It makes me wonder if composers derive inspiration from their dreams. They probably do.

Dreams done in parts, or epic dreams are also frequent. In fact, even as I write this observation I am now recalling an epic underwater dream.

As of 10:40pm, I am now editing this entry.

Arcade video games is another recurring theme. Not watching them but actually playing them.

Have you had a dream where you wake up and feel good, but the moment you get out of bed and have a shower, you forgot what it was that you have enjoyed in your dream so well?

I've had three, possibly four such dreams.

Each of them left me feeling...I don't know the right word....blissful, tranquil, calm, peaceful, relaxed...all of the above?

The last such dream I had was back from Sunday March 20, 2004. I was reciting lines from the dream after I woke up. Five hours later I had forgotten what the dream was about and I couldn't remember the lines that I was reciting. It was one of a strange and incredible dream where I really wish I had a writing pad right beside the bed.

The first one I had when I was in high school.
The second one I had when I started University in '95

Dream One
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I was in my parent's bedroom.
The curtains were drawn.
The room was clean.
When I entered standing in front of me was a slim blonde girl about 5'3" tall.
I think she was calling out to me to help her.
This was not a playful help, but a cry for help
She started to morph into a Transformer (wheelie).
She then started to shrink.
She shrunk to a size of a toy transformer.
I held her in my hand, literally.

I didn't know what to do


Dream Two
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It's not so much the dream that I remember, it was how it ended.
The dream was very mundane, and uninteresting.
I think it involved me walking around a lot in some desert.
I got bored.
I then said out loud "I've had enough of this. I'm getting up."
The next thing I knew, I woke up.

The Calvin and Hobbes comic strip where Calvin bores himself awake by counting rocks came out before this dream. I thought it was funny. After I had this dream I now wonder if other people bore themselves awake

This dream happened back in March or April of 2004.

I was in Yorkton at my old house.
More specifically, I was outside at our gardening shed.
Inside the gardening shed was a pile of rubble of some sort.
I had a cell phone that was using the Linux OS.
My cell phone was falling apart, so I discarded it on the pile of rubble.
There were two other electronic gizmos on the pile of rubble as well.
I assumed those were my own, as well.
I felt the hand of my dad on my shoulder.
I felt he wanted me to turn around, which I did.
[My parents were gardeners]
The earth was tilled, but there is no grass, no plants, no weeds, and no trees.
The house looked like it was supported on cinder blocks of some sort.
It felt like my dad wanted me to do something with this tilled earth.

Is something important happening in Yorkton?
Am I supposed to go back to Yorkton?
Is the tilled earth merely a metaphor?

I can't remember what happened on the first part.
I remembered a glimpse of the second part:

I was in a bus and I think someone was trying to take me home.
The streets were curvy.
I pointed out a building.
I lived there.
It was one third concrete and two thirds something else.
It looked like something that came out of the 1800s.
There was a wire fence.
I got out of the bus and headed towards my apartment.
I think there was some sort of K-6 school, I guess we were sharing the same building.

What triggered the memory was that I think it was either some sort of disciplinary school or a school for kids with disorders, because I remember there was a kid who had a clothespin on a lump of skin (Possibly a tumour?)


I can barely remember what happened on the third part.

I remember I was with classmates from Yorkton.
We were in some sort of theatre in Charleston watching some type of movie.
The movie was the second part of the dream.
I was listening to Four Tet at the time.
Towards the end of the movie, the theatre closed and we were asked to leave.
I was with a group of three people, I think Darren and Jonathan were the other two.
Jason was there too and he said how the weather violated the 4 degree rule.
The ground was covered in snow and a thin layer of ice.
I started to glide flawlessly on the ice.
I remember there was a minimalist techno beat in the background.
I went "Woooo!" really loud.
We were supposed to go back to the bus.
It was just me gliding right on the ice.
I went around three sides of the building.
I wanted to glide all around the building.
I came up to a street corner and there was slush.
I couldn't glide anymore.
I didn't turn back, but I went forward hoping to find another patch of ice or at least hoping to meet the bus.

I was dreaming about my homelife last night.
I was in my apartment.
I think it was in the afternoon.
The curtains were drawn.
I remember being remarkably lazy, watching TV.
Then I got up and realized that I had a lot of work to do.
The cats needed food, the water needed refilling.
I had cat vomit to clean.
The cat vomit resembled stale Cheerios and clumpy milk.
I was about to vomit, but I got it clean.
Someone knocked on the door.
I wasn't expecting anyone.
I called out "Hello?"

I awoke.

i remember i was in a valley with gentle slopes.
a green valley with trees on top of the hills and scattered around.
there was a house in the middle of the valley.
i kept thinking there was a lake nearby but i don't think there was.
it was a very strange two part dream.

the first part was with dexter from dexter's laboratory (the cartoon).

and i guess he was with some sort of super model girlfriend who did anything for him.
i remember that she took his clothes off (minus his underwear) and carried him over his head or something.
He looked happy.

The second part got a little weird, I managed to be involved in the dream.
I found the head of a greek statue on the ground and a long necked trumpet nearby.
somehow i had a book with me, a black book about greek gods.

i pulled out the story of a greek god who was a famous trumpet player or something.
it turned out to be dexter's favorite greek god.
so i carried the trumpet, the head of the greek god and the book turned to that very story and set them all on his bed.

It wasn't a dusty book...considering the contents of the book, I say it would have to do more with knowledge, intellect and information.

It definitely was not a bunk bed that I remember. I was only placing objects on it. I wasn't sleeping on it. It was someone else's bed, too (Dexter). I remember it having old looking but comfortable covers on it.

It is a head of a statue. I didn't see it beheaded. I could only assume that it was.

when I was reading the black book, it somehow cut into a "flashback" story about this famous "Greek God", who would make an announcement and would blow on the horn. The very same horn I'm holding in the dream.

And I know these details because there was a narration through the entire dream.

I Emailed these dreams to a friend of mine. She gave a good interpretation of them. So here they are without the interpretations

I had a very visible sense that it was sunny outside.
I had an indirect sense that the setting took place on either the second or third floor of an office building.
Quite possibly the third floor.
Indirectly I felt the building I was in had an archway entrance.
I think that I was in an office directly above the archway with the window behind me.
The office had an oak chair and an oak table.
I also remember a slightly heavy dark brown hair woman wearing a light rose red coloured dress with white trim.
She was walking around the office as apparently an assistant.
Not a secretary as she held more importance then that.
There were polished oak trimmings around the room, including some sort of bookcase.
They contained reference books, I think.
I don't remember seeing the woman's face.
For the entire time she had her back turned to me.
I remember her hair being soft.
She did hold a pad and was taking down very important notes.
I think we were dicussing important manners or one sort or another.
It wasn't just a casual conversation.
What I do remember is that after, she sat on me.
It was a flirtacious sitting.
She leaned back.
I remember the chair tilting back.
There wasn't any creak from the chair or any sign of weakness.
I remember my hands moving up her sides.
It wasn't typical behavior from her, but it felt like she wanted to "ante up" the relationship.
I felt a tingle of excitement going through my body.

I woke up after that.

Last night, my dream had three separate parts.
There was only one that I can remember.
The one before was a mixture of images of me being on the computer.
They were more random and unimportant.
The third part happened after I woke up to snap a photo of the bloom on my cactus.
That was also unimportant.
So this is about the second part.

I was in some sort of theme park.
Apparently, this was Disneyland.
As we entered the dream, I was in a roller coaster ride.
We weren't allowed to have hands outside of the cart.
We weren't allowed to have feet outside of the cart (strange rule).
We were supposed to keep a low profile (IE: duck)
The roller coaster cars could hold two people.
They were on an overhead cable, and not on a track.
I witnessed two girls who did not follow the rule of keeping a low profile.
They were subsequently beamed on the head by a construction beam as they passed under it.
They appeared okay, though.
I continued overhead, making quick descents and ascents.

It went from just being a ride to a tour of Disneyland.

The cable cars were more spaced out, now. I was the only one (didn't have a car partner) within 500 meters.
The car slowed down what felt like five or seven kilometers overhead of what apparently was the entrance into the theme park.
The car then moved into an opening into the trees.
It was some sort of studio tour, now.
I entered into a building where animators were doing some work.
From there, I somehow entered a college dormitory.
I exited the car. I was with two girls.
One girl wanted to check something out in her room.
She pulled out what she called a key.

It was a semi-globular key with an upside down "T" at the end of it.
They fit inside these hollow golden semi-globular "key holes" with a triangle.
That is, the "T" would slide in the large end of the triangle then it would slide down to the tip of the triangle, then you could turn the semi-globular keyhole.
It felt really clumsy. I felt I could have come up with a better key.

She entered her dorm room, turned the "keyhole" that was on her wall.
We left her room (I assumed she got what she needed).
We went to a window where we could resume the cable car ride.
Beside the window was the keyhole.
The keyhole was turned, the window opened and we waited.

early April 2004

Sarah (from Ed, Edd n Eddy) was in my dream.
She was mad at me for not telling T that I was married.
She walked over with an angry non-pleasing look on her face.
She told T and walked away with a look of "justice served" on her face.
I started panicking.
T was clearly pissed.

The feeling of panic crossed over when I woke up.
This dream was clearly a warning if things continued the way they were.
Thankfully, they did not.

My mind was clearly sending me a grade A red alert.

I was walking down in some downtown area.
The climate was good. Not too humid, not too hot, not too cold.
It could have been in a Canadian city or somewhere in the Midwest US.
It did spark memories of Regina.
I didn't know where I was walking to or where I headed from.
At some point, I was on a bicycle.
It was a worn out bike, I didn't like it too much.
I remember passing by a huge ugly black tree that took over a plot of land with a house on either side.
There wasn't any grass around the tree and the tree didn't have a single leaf on it.
The pavement was cracked and broken from the roots of this old tree.
I remember that I approached the edge of the concrete beside the tree.
I threw the bike there, as though I was throwing away garbage.
A husky latino man came up behind me, took the bike and took it to where it was supposed to go (the garbage)
I picked up a companion along the way down north (I was heading towards the afternoon sun). She was riding a bike too.
She was younger then me (she must have been in her teens).
We made some small talk.
I remember her saying "It's too bad you can't be my boyfriend"
I said "Yeah, it is".
When I said it, there was a definite feeling to it, it was like I was saying "Quit you dreaming girl, because it will never happen"
She biked off somewhere.

I continued on my journey down the sidewalk.

I was with two people walking around a building of some sort.
One was annoying curious and was wondering who the other person was.
The other person pretty much told her nothing.
We passed by other people who told her nothing.
She finally became annoyed with everyone and left.
I walked with the other person until we ended up down stairs by the furnace.
Everyone showed up.
They told me that the mysterious person was a famous celebrity and each one paid me $10 to not tell anyone.

It's been over a year and I can't remember any feelings I had from this dream.

From June 18, 2003

I was at home back in Canada, and there was this kid (next door neighbour? future son?) who wanted to set me up with a younger girl.
He smiled and left and she walked in through the door and introduced herself to me.
The girl in my dream couldn't be older then 13 years old
She wore a bright red dress.

That's when I woke up and began to worry.

August 1, 2004
This makes the third dream I had with someone that I work with.
She is not the same subject of the other two dreams.

I was in my workplace, except it wasn't my work place.
It's different, although it had the same staff.
Emphasis on the white walls and windows.
There weren't any doors, there were openings.
Amy was with me, mourning with me.
I think she was actually mourning for me over my parents.
Emphasis was on her dark dress.
I remember that she held my hand.
Not for affection, but for comfort.
It was as if she was trying to comfort me.

Now that I think about it, she seems to represent my emotional self. I don't recall expressing any emotion during the dream. All of my grief came through her.

It was in a forest somewhere.
Possibly outside of Yorkton.
I saw her.
Shoulder length long dark brown to black hair.
Around 5'1" and 5'5" tall.
A large B cup.
A low friendly voice.
I could not make out the features of her face.
I felt a connection between us.
My feeling was this is literally the girl of my dreams.
We were running around to somewhere.
We ran into some sort of trailer.
It was an arcade.
A game caught our eyes, it was a sex arcade game.
The two of us stepped to the console, put in our quarter and waited for something to happen.
And waited.

I was in some sort of arcade.
The game machine that I was on had three screens inbedded into the wall
All three screens were part of the game
I was armed with some sort of gun.
I couldn't comprehend how to work the damn thing at first.
I held it up very close to the screen, shooting at the targets.
I then held the gun back farther.
I saw a fancy laser target on the screen.
This made aiming a lot better.
I aimed the target at each three screens, at the targets.
Every time I shot a target, the screen scrolled upwards.

I felt "Well great, now that I know how this game works, I have to try it all over from the beginning"

I was part of a line up.
We were all armed with plate armour, boots and a sword.
There were no helmets or sheilds that I can recall.
It was at the very edge of a village.
A call was given to charge.
The enemy wasn't known but they were probably close by.
We gave a loud yell while running.
I remember running through the near end of the village.
I remember turning the sword in a clockwise direction, it was as if it gave some extra speed while running.
Although, I think it was to reinforce the cool-ness of actually holding a sword.
We entered a field of very tall green grass.
I remember swinging my sword back and forth hitting the grass.

"This really is a waste of a cool sword...using it to knock down grass", I thought.