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March 3, 2004
Recording my dreams is taking too long, sometimes an hour or more each morning, which is too much time to spend not working.

This means that I will no longer be updating my dream blog...but it was interesting while it lasted ;)

Feb 19th, 2004

Woah, another dream memory lapse. I recollect dreaming four times but can only remember two of them, and of those two I can remember bloody little.

I was Governor Arnie's aide in one dream, but I don't remember what I was doing. In RL, yesterday morning, I assisted our General Manager with an important task, and I suspect the GM became Arnie in my dream.

I also managed to slip into REM between snoozes on my alarm clock, just long enough to dream that I was at work. One of my coworkers was admiring another coworker's cubicle, for the split door that coworker had. That's one of those two-part doors which can open top or bottom, but most people have the top section open and bottom section closed...in fact until my dream, I'd never seen it the other way around. In my dream it worked, because my coworker was short enough to open the bottom section and walk underneath the still closed top section.

Feb 18t, 2004

I was working in a coffee shop in what I felt was downtown Los Angeles, although it didn't look like downtown L.A. Sure there were tall buildings and people, but every city has those, I just had this feeling that it was downtown L.A. Of course being Los Angeles, there just had to be a Starbucks right around the corner from our coffee shop too, and while very few people came into our coffee shop, the Starbucks was always packed.

This may have had something to do with the fact that the surrounding area was densely populated by college students, and I mean densely. I took a walk on the street outside our coffee shop and the highrise building opposite had nothing but college students' apartments, but talk about small. Each apartment was no more than a 10x10x10 room, yeah, that's it, a single 10x10x10 room made up an entire apartment. The wall of this building facing the street was all glass and you could see into practically every apartment, and they were all empty. Obviously a student lived in each room but no one was in any of them, that's because they were all at the local Starbucks.

I went back to the coffee shop where things were going kind of slow, and it turns out I also lived in the same building as our coffee shop. Fortunately my apartment was a little bigger than that of the students across the road. Unfortunately we had a different problem. There was a gang roaming the neighborhood, shaking buildings and beating up the tenants. Yes, you read that correctly. They would shake a building then run quickly up the stairs (and these guys could run pretty quickly) and they'd beat up anyone they caught looking out their door wondering what all the shaking was about.

I know this because a customer in our coffee shop came in all battered and bruised, and after I went back to my apartment the building started shaking. Yep, I was stupid enough to look out my door. Fortunately I saw the guys coming up the stairs and I managed to slam my door in time.

My dream then changed and I was walking along a country road outside of my hometown. I know exactly where it was because I was walking with one of my old high school friends and I pointed out where another High School friend lived. Lo & behold, all of a sudden the friend who lived nearby was walking in front of us. I think we chatted for a while as we all walked into town. We had all the time in the world as we were maybe 10 kilometres out of town. I believe I woke up before I got into town, or at least I don't remember any more.

How come your old friends pop up in dreams when you haven't thought about them in years?

Feb 17th, 2004

Oh boy, here's another one that I don't recollect much of yet I know there was more to it. I'm not sure if I was the gardener, or simply helping to renovate, but I was working on a minister's house or garden. The houses were fairly close together, very close in fact. Similar to what I'm used to here in Los Angeles what with the multitude of condos and townhouses in this area. I recollect walking around the house and looking at the garden but I don't know why other than that it was work related. I don't know why I thought it was a minister's house either, perhaps that was from the part of the dream which I cannot remember.

In the real world in Australia I was a gardener for several people, one of who was my local minister, but this house was not his house.

Feb 16th, 2004

I was at a party at my first home in Australia. I went to leave the living room and go into the backyard but when I opened the backdoor a policeman was standing there. He had a plate full of food and was obviously there for the party. I made a comment about how you know you're at a good party when the police turn up midway through, but our party was only just getting started and we already have the police here.

Somehow the party migrated to a house around the corner and down a block where several policeman gave SWAT/Hostage style demonstrations using what initially appeared to be Paintball guns. I say initially because a couple of times I saw the unmistakeable quasi-invisible contra-trails of a rail-gun slug. Think of Arnie's movie Eraser. Oddly enough a couple of guys were hit dead center from a rail-gun round and on closer examination, and to my astonishment, they suffered nothing more than a black mark on their chest, not unlike that left by a sooty finger.

We weren't at this house for very long before we all traipsed off to the nearby pier (not unusual, except my hometown is about 100 miles from the nearest beach).

Sitting down at the pier we began talking with the policeman who mentioned how, as most of us are city/municipal employees, we would have an easy time joining the police force. Don't ask me how that translates to real life, this is a dream!

The guy sitting next to the policeman mentioned that he's in the military, so it should be even easier for him. But the policeman said that actually makes it harder. Go figure.

That's all I've got from this dream.

Feb 15th, 2004

I don't recollect any of this night's dreams. I know I dreamed but I don't recollect them. John Edward slept in my bed at the hotel and I had a very sleepless night as he likes to toss and turn. The dream pages I've been visiting state that waking in the middle of a dream usually helps you to remember it, but if you don't stay asleep long enough to get into REM sleep and start dreaming, what is there to remember when you wake up.

Feb 14th, 2004

I was part of a large crew building a house for someone, but we weren't building the house on an empty lot, we were building it in a warehouse. A bloody big warehouse because when we'd finished it, it was a 2 story house with an attic. After it was finished it still looked kind of small inside the warehouse. It was then taken away to be placed on the owner's lot.

Afterwards one of the workers was supposed to have three fights. I don't know why, perhaps it was a test, or maybe just to give the rest of the crew something to watch and make bets on. I was supposed to be the guy's opponent in his third fight but that fight ended up not happening and after watching his second fight I'm glad it didn't.

In both of his first two fights he faced three opponents. I seem to recollect him being beaten in the first fight but this must have been good experience for him. In the second fight two of his three opponents had police batons, the American kind in the style of the martial arts weapon known as a tonfa. The guy managed to take both batons from his opponents and thus armed he annihilated all three of them. He killed his last opponent whose body was sucked up into the air and diced by a huge fan in the ceiling above them.

The scene changed and I was part of a small group adventuring in typical "Dungeons & Dragons" style. I think there were perhaps 6 or 8 of us in the party. We crossed a large body of water inhabited by large prehistoric looking sharks. I don't believe we lost anybody, but I do think it was a close call. We landed on an island and made our way towards a large mansion. Our goal was to find the "big bad guy" inside the mansion and kill him.

We entered the mansion and looked around inside. Eventually we came to an area which was crucial to our mission. Just like D&D there was a puzzle to solve. My RL friend Jim was the leader of our party, and he went off into a side room to do something to help solve the puzzle. Whatever he did, it worked, because a lot of curtains in front of us raised up and hundreds of ghost people started fleeing the room. They weren't really running, but actually looked just like an audience leaving a theatre after a show.

I knew the name of the person we were there to kill (but I can't remember it now), so I grabbed a "ghost" and asked him who I was looking for. He pointed out a rather tall, well dressed man, so I let the "ghost" go, ran over and attacked this person with my sword. It was a short fight which ended with him dead on the floor. Most of the ghosts ran then, except for a few who considered themselves bad-asses. There was a mummy who I couldn't beat; my sword bounced right off him...or her. The mummy didn't like fire though and one of our party pulled out a lighter and set fire to him. Now THAT's how you defeat a mummy ;)

Afterwards we entered the big bad guy's room but there was no treasure inside. WTF? There's always supposed to be treasure galore for the party after they kill the boss. Jim figured something was up, and he and I went off and explored the rest of the mansion. He found a suspicious looking painting which swung open to reveal a lock. He inserted a key (found above the painting) into the lock and turned it, and a door next to us swung open. We walked into what looked like a modern day living room. My treasure was when I discovered a Nintendo 64 and a Playstation II in a cabinet under the small television. I loaded everything into a bag except for the N64. I have an N64 already so I just took the games for it. Then I found a really cool looking Chow Yun Fat game for the PS-II. There were two guns for it as well, so all of that went into my bag too.

Someone then came into the room and told us that we were no longer raiding the big bad guy's stash but were in someone else's house. Now it's ok to steal from the big bad guy after you've killed him and his minions, but stealing from other people is bad and I had to put everything back.

We left the mansion and as we approached the gate we heard the sound of fighting coming from the other side of the wall. We all ran through the gate and there were 12 people lined up in pairs, fighting each other. The people in the line closest to us looked like ordinary citizens. Their opponents who wore armour and were heavily armed were obviously soldiers, and more obviously part of the larger group of 50 soldiers who stood about 20 metres behind them watching this small skirmish. I recollect seeing this before, and don't believe this is the first time I have dreamed this particular scene.

Being good guys we just had to get involved, and somehow we were able to determine that the soldiers were the bad guys. We attacked the 6 soldiers fighting the civilians and killed them in seconds. We then turned our fully-automatic multi-shot crossbows (a really nice missile weapon if you can get your hands on one) on the rest of the soldiers who had been watching. Hundreds of bolts flew through the air, and although they tried to engage us in hand to hand combat none of them made it close, and we killed them all. I believe this ended differently to the first time I dreamed this. The first time I believe after we killed the small group of soldiers, no one attacked anyone else, and we all went our separate ways.

We made it back to the large expanse of water, and remembering the prehistoric shark creatures decided to make camp for the night before attempting to cross the water. One of our smarter guys decided to test a couple of theories and somehow I became his guinea pig. An eagle swooped down, picked me up in its claws and carried me out over the water. It then flew lower and lower until my legs were dangling in the water. I was not happy about this at all as I'd seen quite a few of the shark creatures swimming around below me. I kicked my legs frantically hoping to scare them away before I got eaten. It had to happen eventually, but fortunately it was only a small shark that grabbed onto my leg. He was barely 2 to 3 feet long, and the eagle flew me back over land and dumped me near the smarty pants guy whose plan I was testing.

Somehow it turned out that the tip of my left-hand ring finger got bitten off, and although I still had it with me I had to fend off my RL border collie who seemed really keen on eating it. Being that the severed digit was the same size as one of his food niblets, I guess I can forgive him.

We never did cross the water and get home, as I selfishly woke up around this point, leaving everyone stranded on the island.

Feb 13th, 2004

Liz's parents and I were on a cruise through some small islands. Physically the area reminded me of the Gold Coast. It was a large expanse of oceanic water but with quite a few islands dotting the seascape, and you didn't really feel like you were out on the ocean.

Our boat pulled up at a pier leading to an island which had a water spout right behind it, much like Old Faithful, but in the water. Unlike Old Fathful, this spout was almost constantly shooting approximately 50 metres into the air, it was maybe 8 to 10 feet wide so it was a pretty impressive sight.

We left the boat and walked up onto the island which had somebody's house on it. The island was rather small and made up their entire property. There was a sign post which said the people who lived here were the "Hackers". Now that I'm awake I know the surname is not Kim's, an American girl I knew in High School, but it's damn close.. For some reason I knew Kim lived here. This is bloody wierd because although I had a crush on Kim in High School, I haven't thought of her in over 15 years. Really, I haven't. A man tending a garden in the backyard area where we had landed looked up, and it was Kim's father. He directed me up towards the house and I started following the path around a bloody big rock (practically a small hill) towards the back door. A couple of boys came outside and although Kim was an only child IRL, they were her brothers here in my dream. Kim's mother then came out and told me that Kim was on her way out.

When Kim appeared she had changed a little bit from IRL. She was older for a start, like in her early 30s, as she should be. She was also a little taller but still sort of resembled what she'd looked like in High School. I gave her a hug and we chatted for a little while. I don't recollect what we talked about.

I was fascinated by the water spout and watched a documentary about it on the TV which appeared in the backyard for my convenience. It showed a man driving a boat through the water spout. He drove right through it and came out the other side, and promptly crashed into the sheer cliff face which made up that side of the island. There was a replay and a close up of the man's face, and an explanation that gases brought up from underground by the water spout had knocked the man out so he was unconscious when his boat hit the cliff.

I spoke to one of the brothers and he told me that a woman had also driven her boat into the spout and died, because the spout is extremely hot, like boiling temperature. I said at least she would have been unconscious from the gases but he told me they'd been there when it happened and she'd screamed the whole time, but because her boat got caught in the spout, it was lifed up into the air on top of the spout and they couldn't get to her to save her.

I explored the backyard for a little while by myself and after a while I realized my shorts were wet. I don't recall going into the water though, and oddly enough my t-shirt was not wet, just my shorts. I did NOT pee in my pants, ok! I stood next to a small rock wall (for privacy, I guess) and took my wet shorts off, I then looked around for my jeans. Yeah, yeah, I know. I should have found my jeans before I took my shorts off. I knew they had to be around somewhere as I'd been wearing jeans when I came to the island, but I couldn't find them anywhere.

Kim's mother appeared and said Randy I think she said Randy wanted his pillow back. I looked down and noticed that I was using a pillow to cover myself, so I walked into the guesthouse and saw John Edward and Liz lying in the large bed inside. I started to go back outside to look for my jeans when I noticed a suitcase on the floor of the guesthouse. I told Liz I needed some pants, so she opened the suitcase, took out my jeans and gave them to me. I put them on and I think that was when I woke up because I don't recollect any more.

Feb 12th, 2004

Sorry, no dreams today. I had a couple, I know I did, but all I can remember is pizza sauce. Seriously, that's it. I remember a pizza, but it's more memorable for its sauce than anything else.

Feb 11th, 2004

I rode my Dad's old red racing bike to a bus stop at a park in Traralgon. There was a lot of people at the park. John Edward was there too, running around and playing, and being a good father I had to keep an eye on him. I meant to put the bike on front of the bus but because I was watching John Edward I forgot about it and it got left behind. Liz, John Edward & I all got on the bus and somehow rode it to America and I guess on to Arcadia.

We were driving around Arcadia, although it looked nothing like the real Arcadia. We drove around for a while then I remembered Dad's bike. Liz said if we were going to drive back to Traralgon she wanted to drive her dad's car, so we started attempting to get to her parents' house. I was navigating from the backseat using a Thomas Guide. I saw on the map we were close to a Loyola University Paratrooper Campus and I mentioned it to Liz, but she didn't know about it.

"It's where the Paratroopers train," I told her. "They're the creme de la creme, the best of the best. They're the elite."

"I knew that," said Jalal, a former supervisor of mine who was sitting in the front passenger seat.

"I'd expect you to," I told Jalal. I don't know why I'd expect Jalal to know the paratrooper university was there. Jalal was not a paratrooper, as far as I know. That honor belonged to Manny, another former supervisor who worked alongside Jalal. Manny was a Ranger with the 101st in Vietnam, but he was not in my dream.

I looked at the Thomas Guide and noticed a little white car showed our location on the map. The car was moving along the map as we drove around, much like a GPS. I recollect the little car zipping around the streets so we must have been going pretty fast if we were keeping up with it. I was fascinated by the little car and I rubbed my finger across it to see if it was real. It moved back & forth rapidly, like a taut rubber band that has been twanged, before settling back into the correct position once more.

We were driving down a 4-lane road. We were in the right-hand lane on the right side of the road. It was both the correct side of the road AND the right side, ok. A car up ahead had broken down in our lane and Liz pulled up behind it; there was a man and a woman standing in the road in front of us, behind the car. Liz let a police car in the left lane go past then she started to move into that lane to go around the stopped car. In a classic case of road rage (I guess the driver didn't like us cutting in front of him) the car in that lane swerved into the right lane and accelerated quickly. Yes, that lane was blocked. Yes, there were two people standing in that lane. Yes, he hit one of them, the woman; the man dove out of the way, into our lane but behind our car. I looked behind us to see the man did not escape unscathed either. A Front End Loader was behind us and the man was scooped up off the road into its bucket.

Liz sped up and caught up to the police car. I leaned out the window and smacked the side of their car to attract their attention. Do NOT try that IRL!

The policemen wound down their windows and rather than shooting at us asked what was wrong. We were all screaming and pointing behind us, but we still got the message across about what had happened and the police went back to take care of the situation.

Further down the road we stopped and got out. We were right next to a cemetary and we could see a recently dug grave. My father was standing by the side of the road, leaning on a shovel (my father was a grave digger when he was younger and graves were still dug by hand) and he spoke to us.

"That man died so we're going to bury him today," he said, more towards John Edward than us.

We were upset at his bluntness, but Dad seemed to feel it was important to educate John Edward on the facts of life and death.

Feb 10th, 2004

I was staying at a hotel with a friend. The hotel was located under a freeway overpass. There was a lane running under the freeway which cars and buses could use to access the hotel from the freeway and vice versa. Because the freeway ran above the hotel, like right over top of it, there were many cars passing directly overhead. Then tragedy struck, a large piece of cement fell from the freeway and hit my friend and I. I was ok; he was not. He was severely hurt so we called 911 and requested an ambulance. It took a long time to arrive. My friend was not in much pain but he was dying, and we sat there talking for a while, wondering when the ambulance would arrive. We both knew he was dying but neither of us seemed perturbed by his imminent death. Eventually he did pass away but the ambulance still had not arrived.

Oddly enough, I wrote a script for a television commercial yesterday, where a man has a heart attack in his office. None of his coworkers knows CPR and when they call 911 they are placed on hold. The man dies before they reach a 911 Operator.

After my friend died I was running around the hotel with my son, when he got hurt too. I don't recollect how, but it wasn't from a large piece of cement from the overhead freeway. Although my son was hurt, he continued to walk around and play. Eventually the ambulance arrived and I informed the paramedics that they were too late, that my friend was already dead, but my son was hurt and he needed an ambulance so they could help him now.

Another dream (I woke up several times last night) had me back home with mum and dad. Dad's youngest brother was visiting with his wife, something they used to do fairly regularly when passing through on their way to their holiday house. We all chatted for a while then went out to their car where my two cousins were sitting in the back seat waiting for their parents. My cousin Scott, who is the same age as me, looked nothing like he does in real life. IRL he is tall and handsome and successful, and I have always been a little envious of him. In my dream, he was short, fat and really, really ugly. What is odd is that's not how he was meant to look in my dream either. Something was wrong with him and his parents didn't appreciate me asking what that was. I picked up on their negative feelings and felt I had to do something to make up for that, and that was when I noticed his nose.
"He has the same nose as you," I said to my older sister, and he did. They both have that well-defined, angular nose; not the typical Pattison roman nose (you know, romin' all over your face). Somehow I don't think this mollified my aunt & uncle, and I have the feeling they still left in a bad mood.

I recollect sleeping in my bed in my old bedroom back home. As I rolled over I kicked something off the blankets and it fell on the floor. It was a box of cigarettes, which belonged to my next-door neighbor. I don't know what it was doing on my bed, but then why is anything the way it is in dreams? I did kick a cigarette box lying in the driveway when I went to check the mailbox yesterday. Did that cigarette box insert itself into my dreams? Who knows.

Feb 9th, 2004

I'm currently having trouble remembering last night's dreams. I woke up a couple of times and quickly ran through my mind what I'd been dreaming, hoping it would help me to recall the dreams when I got up, but at this point in time I'm having very little luck.

I remember a desert landscape, but not your typical miles & miles of nothing but bloody sand, rather the slightly more arable desert you will find if you head east out of Los Angeles. Sure, there's still miles & miles of bloody sand, but there are also a few small, hardy plants dotting the landscape. There is life out there too, but you have to look to find it. Liz & I were driving through this desert but I don't recall why. I seem to feel there were a few small buildings, barely more than shacks. The rest of this dream has gone to that place where dreams go when we awaken.

One of my dreams I was in our bedroom and I discovered my t-shirt was on backwards. It was actually the t-shirt I wore to bed last night. But was I really dreaming? Was my t-shirt really on backwards? It's an old, soft cotton t-shirt and I really have put it on backwards several times and not noticed. Perhaps I woke up briefly, realized the t-shirt was on backwards, then fall back to sleep. We'll never know.

I remember nothing more.

Feb 8th, 2004

I was back in High School, my old high school, but I wasn't 13 years old I was still 34, and I was repeating 8th grade. There was a really cute girl (No I wasn't interested, I was 34, she was 13) who broke up with one of the boys in my grade. I approached him, and he was trying to be all tough and act as if he was fine but I knew he was not. I told him if he wanted someone to talk to, I was there for him, I'd been through my share of heartbreak and knew what he was going through. He gave me this sullen look as if to say "why would I talk to you?" (and why would he? After all, I was a 34 year old in 8th grade). I told him that if he was concerned I might tell people about him, he could always say I was lying. The bell then rang and we walked to class but didn't really say anything.

I spent a while getting ready in the class, so long that I was wondering about the 10 minute rule (didn't realize at the time that rule only applied at college) and started thinking we might not have that class that day. The teacher finally arrived and instead of taking roll, started asking questions as soon as she walked in the door. I took my seat but I didn't have a clue what she was talking about. She was asking about books that I hadn't read and I couldn't answer a single question. I put my head down to help me think, but it didn't help. How come, in my dream, the teacher asked questions to which the other students knew the answers, but I did not?

There were several other dreams that night, I know I dreamed them but I can't remember them. I can only remember dreaming them. I woke up several times during the night, that may not have helped. I also went to the hockey last night and had several beers while watching the game, that may also have affected my dream recall.

I do recall a car race that I participated in, against several other opponents including one of my supervisors. We were racing through the country-side. Several times it was mentioned that one or another of the racers had taken a wrong turn into "the strange driveway" and had to turn around in order to rejoin the race. I don't recollect seeing this "strange driveway" or turning into it myself. I don't know why it was being referred to as "the strange driveway", but several other drivers did turn into it by accident. They suffered no apparent harm from turning into "the strange driveway" either, they simply lost the time it took them to turn around and rejoin the race.

I don't recall how the race ended, or even if it did. I don't recall much other than the small amount I've mentioned here. I know there were other dreams but I cannot remember what they were about. I do not believe they were traumatic or disturbing in any way. They've simply been filed in an area of my brain to which I currently have no access.

Feb 7th, 2004

We were visiting friends who lived in a town in a forest, their house was actually up in the trees. They didn't live in tree houses, they lived inside the trees themselves. These were all big trees, easily 50 feet wide, and they were all connected by wide bridges. The bridges were so wide you could drive a car across them without a care in the world. I know because we arrived at the friend's house still in our car, we drove across one of these bridges and parked in a garage carved into the tree. This was not like camping, these tree houses had all the creature comforts you'd expect in a ground based dwelling. There was a modern looking kitchen with sink, dish washer and refridgerator. Their living room had a television hooked up to a sound system. If you were going to live in a tree house, this is how you'd want to do it, in style.
I didn't remember this dream at all until I sat down to write my blog, and then the tree houses flashed into my mind. I do know I spent some time in this dream, visiting several areas in the tree top town. I have the vague feeling that my friend was Japanese, or his house had a Japanese theme to it.

We left the tree top town behind and I found we were once again driving through my hometown in an SUV. We don't own an SUV. Liz was driving, my son and I were in the back seat...and my boss was in the front seat, that's the same boss I saved a couple of dreams ago.

We were actually very close to the same part of town from my other dream, but a few blocks west. This put us behind my cousin's old house. I knew my cousin now lived in Melbourne with his wife and two kids, but I directed Liz to drive to his house. There is an alley that runs from the street we were on down to his street so we drove along until I found this alley. We turned into the alley with some difficulty as Liz had trouble turning corners in the SUV. It wasn't a big SUV by any means but turning seemed difficult for some reason.

We arrived at my cousin's house but it had been turned into a small Nickelodeon theme park, a very small Nickelodeon theme park. Yesterday I bought tickets for Legoland, we're going there next weekend. At this point I discovered my boss was feeding my son some snacks, he gave an explanation for why but I don't recollect what he said. Liz attempted to park the SUV but once again had trouble and we got stuck in the low entrance to the parking garage. We got out to play in the theme park but my son didn't want to play and he ran off...he ran away in the tree top village too and I had to chase after him.

I can only remember this much at this point in time, but I didn't remember the tree top village until I sat down to write my blog so perhaps I'll add more later.

Feb 6th, 2004

I was an observer in this dream, as sometimes happens.
It was night. The season appeared to be late autumn; it was cold, but not cold enough for snow. Two women trying to get through a really run-down inner-city neighborhood, a poorly planned, really run-down, inner-city neighborhood. In most cities you can look down a street and see for miles, in this city all of the intersections were in odd locations and you couldn't see for more than a block or two. The intersections were also placed very close together, which meant the two womens' roles were that of rats in a maze. There was trash in the streets: industrial rubble, broken bricks, steel, etc. There were even several burning trash cans in the middle of a few intersections.

There was a small gang visible but they didn't bother the women; what did cause them some problems was a homeless woman. They had already passed the homeless woman who was standing near one of the burning trashcans when one of the women wanted to go back and do something, talk to the homeless woman, ask for directions, I'm not sure, I don't know what they were saying. They reminded me of Bette Midler and Lily Tomlin. Lily wanted to continue on their way and leave the woman alone while Bette was driven to go and talk to her.

Despite her previous insistence Bette approached the woman very slowly, almost warily. As she drew closer she kept the fire between them, which was easy to do as they were on opposite sides of the fire to begin with. Suddenly the homeless woman began shrieking, she raised up her arms, which had caught fire, and ran around the bin towards Bette. Bette started screaming as well and backed frantically away. Proving why you really should "Stop, Drop, & Roll" the woman ran around in small circles and was quickly engulfed in flames. Bette ran back towards Lily and they continued on their way.

At this point my alarm went off and I hit snooze, but I didn’t go back to sleep straight away. Initially I thought I had not dreamed at all, until I remembered that I’m now keeping this dream blog and then bits & pieces of this dream came back to me. As I lay there trying to remember what had been happening I fell back to sleep.

Once again I was an observer, but this time I was watching two boys play golf. One boy appeared rather well off, the other boy seemed to be keeping him company more than anything else. Although they were on a golf course I didn’t see them play golf until later. They walked around the course (no golf cart), stopped at a kiosk and the boy purchased a pair of cheap looking sunglasses. He did not pay with money but used receipts from prior purchases, like trading in frequent buyer points. He gave the clerk, a boy his own age (all the boys appeared to be around 15 or 16), a stack of receipts. The number 45,000 was mentioned and several other boys in the kiosk seemed extremely impressed. The boy took the sunglasses, put them on and left the kiosk, followed by his friend.

I believe my alarm went off again and I hit snooze because the scene changed.

One of my friends, who I haven’t seen since he moved to Carson City, was now playing golf, along with several other people including the boy from my first dream. They were all playing on a very small course. It was so small that there were only three holes and they all shared the same tee-off area. At this point I became a participant and, after waiting my turn, took my stance, addressed the ball, and swung for the central fairway. A horrific slice arced my ball around towards the right-hand fairway, the damn ball practically turned 90-degrees. I arrived at the green just as my ball landed on the slope above the hole, you can do that in dreams, then I watched as my ball rolled downhill towards the hole, gathering speed as it went. It hit the hole and, behaving more like a basketball than a golfball, rolled around the lip of the cup several times before dropping in for a hole-in-one. I pumped my fist in the air and shouted, “Yes! A hole in one!” The boy from my previous dream and an older man, who I believe was his father, looked over disdainfully, as if carrying on like that over a mere hole-in-one was inappropriate. I picked my ball out of the hole, pointed to the central green and said sheepishly, “Pity I was aiming for that hole.”

Feb 5th, 2004

Liz & I were driving down a street I recognised from my hometown. Although the street was not identical to its RL counterpart, I knew it was the same street because of the corner store at the top of the hill. Liz was driving, as she usually does, but we were driving on the right hand side of the road. That might be the correct side to drive on in America where I live now, but not in Australia where my hometown is. This was not a problem because everyone else was driving on the right hand side too, including a young lady riding a bike who we passed going down the hill. On what seemed to be a beautiful sunny day the young lady had chosen to go riding wearing shorts but nothing else. I pointed her out to Liz but she was concentrating on driving and didn’t see her.

At the bottom of the hill my dream street was very different from its RL counterpart; it ended at three right-left-right 90-degree turns in very close proximity to each other. They were so close that a van attempting to negotiate them had become stuck, and there was a minor traffic jam consisting of the van and two cars. There is actually an alley behind some shops in my RL hometown which has two left-right 90-degree turns very close together, and it makes negotiating that alley in anything larger than a sedan a little precarious. I've seen delivery trucks stuck in the middle, the drivers unsure whether to continue forward or attempt to reverse back out the way they came.

As we waited for the traffic jam to be cleared the young lady rode up, but now she was wearing a long sleeved white shirt. The shirt was completely unbuttoned and she still wore nothing underneath although her breasts were covered. I'm a guy, ok, even in my dreams I looked ;)

I picked up what appeared to be a job application, got out of the car and entered the nearby school, which exists in that location in my RL hometown as well. There was a meeting taking place in the school which was being chaired by my father-in-law. I almost entered that room but I turned away at the door. My FIL called out to me but I ignored him and continued my search for somewhere to drop off the job application.

I turned a corner of a building and approached an area which appeared to have park style tables and chairs, that is the chairs were actually benches attached to the tables. Seated at one of these tables was my father and he got up to greet me. I was pleasantly surprised and asked him what he was doing here. Although the street I had driven down to get to the school was a street from my hometown, I had the feeling that I was not in my hometown but still in America. My father still lives in Australia, hence my surprise at seeing him there. We sat down but didn’t speak, and I sensed that my father had come because something bad had happened.

Then my alarm went off. I hit snooze and rolled over, hoping to get back to sleep and re-enter the same dream. It's been 3 years since I've seen my father and although we chat regularly on the telephone I wanted to see him again, even if it was in my dreams.

Liz and I appeared in a small restaurant. My parents were there, as well as my father’s...woah, I was going to say his three brothers, but now I’m not so sure. I know two of them were there but he has three brothers, and while a third man was present I do not believe it was my father’s younger brother. Of course I’m writing this after I’ve been up for 3 hours so perhaps it was the third brother and I just don’t remember. My father’s only sister was not present but my uncles all brought their wives along, however they were not their RL wives. I introduced Liz to each of my uncles and their wives as if for the first time, although Liz had already met one uncle in RL last year in Cleveland. I knew that they'd met, and I recollect a twinkle in that particular uncle’s eye that indicated he knew Liz already too, but he played along as if it was their first meeting.

Except for Liz and I everyone appeared much younger than they are now, perhaps 20 years younger.

The introductions were barely over when my alarm went off again.

Feb 4th, 2004

I remember large buildings, and lots of people, but don't really recollect what was going on. I do remember standing next to a 3 strand wire fence (country boys & gals will know exactly what I'm talking about) when my boss came out of a nearby building. He was being followed by two guys I didn't recognize. I crouched behind a large fallen tree branch and watched as, at gunpoint, my boss walked up to the fence and was forced to kneel down; the two men stood behind him. It appeared as though the men wanted information from my boss as initially they just struck him about the head, or perhaps they were just playing like a cat with a mouse. One of them raised the pistol he held and brought it down, but checked his blow at the last second and just rapped the side of my boss's head. I wanted to do something but I knew I could not make it over the fence in time, so I stayed hidden, watched and waited.

For some reason (perhaps because it was my dream), the two men elected not to shoot my boss right there but made him climb the fence. They followed him over and stood barely two feet from me, right on the other side of the fallen branch, but they didn't see me hiding there and I knew that now it was time to act. I leapt up and struck one of the men in the groin; I had to hit him several times because he didn't go down at the first blow. I believe my boss took the second guy out, probably because I was too busy hitting the first guy in the groin.

Then I was sitting in the living room in my first home telling my family about how I had saved my boss. But as I was telling them this, I realized that what had just happened had to be a dream, and so I told my family that. Yes, in my dream I was telling my family that I had dreamed about saving my boss. Occasionally I become aware of my dream state while I am actually dreaming. This was not quite the same thing. In this dream I realized that what I was telling my family was a dream, but I did not realize that I was actually dreaming I was telling them about my dream.