I wish everyone the best of holidays! I will be with my family and won't be making any updates until the first week of 2005.

I don't remember too much about this dream.

I remember being around St. Gerard's church in Yorkton but I've incoroprated other buildings from Charleston.

The focus on the dream is on a woman.

She is about 4'2"
She sounded like a child.
She was around my age. She never told me but I got the feeling that she was in her mid to late 20s.
She had long brown hair.
She couldn't have weighed more than 100 pounds.

She asked me if I wanted to go out with her sometime.

I don't remember what I said. She looked dissappointed but hopeful.

SCENE 1

There was a party at someone's apartment. The apartment block looks like some cheap Hotel room block somewhere on Broad St. N in Regina. I was at the party, along with the victim. A pink 1950's cadillac was there. It looked like the Cadillac that my grandpa once owned.

The victim looked like Tobey "Spiderman" Magiure.

There was also some sort of gay dude there. He looked like one of Claude's friends.

SCENE 2

I'm struggling with the Cadillac. On the driver's side, both of the locks were rusty and the driver's side rear door was loose. There were two alarms. One was the car alarm and the other was the door alarm. I was trying to disable both alarms.

The trick is the doors have to stay steady for the door alarm to shut off and the lock has to be properly un-locked for the car alarm to shut off. The more I tried to unlock it, the more the driver's side rear door would slide into the driver's door.

I pulled the key out. The doors were still locked and I had enough fooling around with the driver's side. So I went to the passenger side.

There, the doors and the doorlocks were in pristine condition. Just like new!


SCENE 3

Outside of the apartment room, the gay dude finds a suitcase full of clothes. They were packed oddly, like they were wrapping around something. I knew what it was right away, the gay dude, didn't.

"What body?", inquiries the gay man, "Where's the body?"

I picked up a T-shirt wrapped around what was once Tobey Maquire's face. It felt cold to the touch. In fact, it was freezing! I knew it was his face from the imprint. Beside his face was his baseball cap wrapped up inside another T-shirt.

It was a pretty gruesome feeling. Inside the suitcase was a body part wrapped up in a piece of clothing, frozen cold.

I was driving through some desolated isolated road either in Montana or Saskatchewan. No fences, no green grass, no trees and no flowers. The only colour I could see was light brown on either end that melted into a blue sun-less sky.

The car vanished around me and I wasn't travelling on a road. I was travelling on a dirt road. My body determined how fast I travel. The further I leaned forward, the faster I travelled. Well, okay, the faster I flew.

Behind me was a city. In front of me was the plains and a hilly country side.

She came from the sky like a goddess. She descended downwards unsupported towards me. I slowed down until our paths met. She then held on to my back as I slowed down.

I felt that this woman was a goddess, or a gift from God, or an angel. She had red tanned skin, flowing long dark hair. She was naked. I couldn't see her face for some reason. I was able to recognize her other features. She weighs about 150-170 pounds, she was 5'7" tall and she had a slight athletic body.

As soon as we stopped, she opened her legs and spread her clitoris apart. She wanted me to have sex with her.

I woke up from this dream because I thought it was time for me to go to work. It wasn't. It was around 6:13 am.

I can't remember much of this dream, but I'll put down as much as I can.

I was part of the television audience of "Whose Line is it Anyway?"

Colin Mocherie and Ryan Stiles were the two performers on stage, both sitting on bar stools. Colin is supposed to give some sort of news in various positions with his body.

Colin balanced himself on his barstool with his butt while having both legs high up in the air. His head was poking out to the right and giving some sort of silly pout-y look. He was folded up but didn't look uncomfortable.

The audience laughed.

The dream then shifted to a group of five people, myself, Colin Mocherie and Ryan Stiles being three of them. There was a woman in the group and someone else. All five of us were creating a red clay statue of a woman's hand with the index finger pointing straight up and the other four fingers tucked away. The woman apparently was the expert clay molder person (I don't know the proper term) and she was using a very fine sculpting tool to carve the delicate fingernail.

I was in a room full of familiar faces and some that weren't all that familiar. It was a small room with three wooden school desks.

One looked like a mix of Darren Spelay and actor David Cross (he was bald).
One was Trevor Smith.
One had orange hair.

There was a subdued guitar solo playing in the background.

The Darren Spelay/David Cross person wanted me to get some informaion out of Trevor Smith. I tried to talk to Trevor and apparently he didn't say anything important.

We started eating lunch. Macaroni, cheese and tuna.

The Darren Spelay/David Cross person and me were eating at a bar table in the back.

Trevor Smith and the man with the orange hair sat at two of the desks.

The Darren Spelay/David Cross person said to the man with the orange hair, "You're not supposed to be eating that. What about your diet?"

Trevor Smith turned around, annoyed.

Darren Spelay/David Cross said, "No, not you. The other guy"

Trevor Smith turned around to the man with the orange hair. Trevor Smith said, "What are you doing?"

The man with the orange hair said in a very loud tone of voice, "Would you leave me alone, already?"

I was at a waterpark just outside of Regina, SK. I was climbing up the steps to the top of the waterslides. One of the waterslides that was shut down for some reason was open again and everyone was going on it. Which was odd because in the waking life, that particular waterslide was always open. The water was flowing down nicely, there was a stream of people sliding down, sort of like a train. Actually, the water was overflowing the water slide.

It seemed to be pretty popular.

I remember the staircase to the top is as it was in the waking life: Wooden, painted white, carpeted in green "Astro turf".

People were sliding down wearing their bathing suits as I was climbing up. It was sunny with very few clouds and the temperature was just right. Not to cold, not too hot.