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DREAM THREAD Part Pi.Pi!

Odd one last night. We had to explore a sort of creek/bayou that had been the site of early 19th century naval fighting. There was some kind of regulation protecting wrecks so they were all clogging up the waterway. It was fairly shallow and overhanging with branches so the vessels had been more like small boats than big ships. I was about to investigate one when a large mass came downstream. I figured I'd just climb up on the wreck and whatever it was drift past but then it turned out to be some kind of huge wolf or panther (at this point the creek had become a big sewer tunnel so it was too dark to see clearly). I hoped to let it pass but it was clearly going to attack me so I emptied my pistol into it (since I didn't know what it was and the range was so close I figured just empty the mag right away instead of waiting to see if a few shots stopped it). This was one of the few times a firearm actually worked for me in a dream. At this point the girl I was with, who was apparently in the military, decided to on herself but I had to stay because I was out of ammo.
 
Well yeah, I drove through the center of hull while two large buildings fell down, shortly after passing the docks we got to a beautiful beach.

There are no beaches in hull and generally speaking, our buildings don't fall down.
 
Double feature last night. Forget what the first one was. Second was the office work one. I'm working in some office and I'm doing some stupid project (or maybe just screwing off online) and I remember some big project I was supposed to be doing that is way overdue and I haven't done anything on. Meanwhile I got some other stupid project that was important and big dumped on me. I'm complaining to a coworker who was played by a guy I went to high school with and he basically gave me a hard time for being lazy and useless. The bit I remember is something to the effect of "Oh, it's all well and good when everyone was working from home, but every morning the white board erasers are never cleaned..." And I'm kind of thinking "well someone should have TOLD me that is my job," but I kept my mouth shut because I kind of agreed with the guy. That's about when I realized I was dreaming though.

I feel like the dream before it was some kind of monster in the woods dream but I just can't recall it. I had somewhere I needed to be this morning so I didn't get to jot it down while it was fresh.
 
Another night with all kinds of wild dreams--that I don't remember. Only bit I remember is a snippet where it was some kind of office where they were taking photos of people and then feeding them (they were on paper like old-school photos) into a machine for some kind of processing (diagnosis of something? I dunno) but the machine was glitching up and getting out of sync. I suggested getting the photo on top of the pile in the trash can out and rescanning it again but that didn't work. At some point, instead of the photo that was scanned showing up on the screen, a kind of double exposure of a kitten and an old 1930s or earlier wallpaper pattern showed up and the machine started demanding to "see the kitteh."

While all this was happening there was a kind of park/lawn outside the window (we were on the 2nd floor) and some androgynous furry was out there and all the women in the office kept stopping what they were doing to look at the furry.
 
Two snippets from this morning: Second one, me and my brother are at some kind of outdoor thing. For some reason he's a little kid and I'm an adult even though IRL we're 2 years apart. I hear him calling for help and some guys he'd been hanging out with (that we know?) are holding him down and tattooing him. So I save him and drag the one with the tattoo gun(?) off and start punching him in the head. Then he gets away and I spend a considerable time looking for him all over the city. Eventually I interrupted some kind of...I don't know, it was kind of like going into the girl's locker room--in that I wasn't supposed to be there but they grudgingly tolerated it because of my reason--anyway someone give me a tip on where to look for the guy but that's about it.

The other one starts in my childhood bedroom. For whatever reason, I'm moving all the furniture out of it--including the dining room table I've had since the 1990s. I set everything up out in the driveway but it looks like rain so I'm organizing tarp(s) to cover the table and protect the finish but they keep coming off. I may have been planning to sleep under the table, I don't know. At any rate, next thing I know the table is missing. Some of the other people at the house have taken it to use elsewhere. Now I'm walking around pissed, looking for my table and I see some girl has it set up for selling stuff or collecting signatures or whatever. I storm over and prepare to dramatically knock everything off when I realize it isn't my table after all. I apologize and since I was so polite she tells me who has my table and starts to take me to her (it's like they were a sorority or something) because I didn't know the location she told me.
 
Had one a few nights ago that was kind of "Alias": Some hot girl had infiltrated an organization and her boss was kind of on to her and he's like "I don't know how you got hired here" and she said something to the effect that he liked hot girls and she was a hot girl (it wasn't a young Jennifer Garner, I think she was Kierstin Foote, one of the reporters for the local...NBC? station).

Last night was kind of "Hunt for Red October"/"Crimson Tide": Some kind of Naval training exercise. Me, a crusty old Naval officer played by that actor that looks kind of like John Bolton, and another officer played by that actor that was the President on "24" are standing on something that is based on an attack sub--only it is soft and inflated like a blimp--that is tearing along this river or channel at dawn (or on a cloudy day--it was grey out). We're going as fast as a speedboat at top speed, mostly submerged so water is whipping past us dangerously close. There are no handholds or railings or anything and just about the time I(?) joke about this being maybe not the best idea, I(?) fall, causing the other 2 to fall and we wind up bouncing along almost off the back of the boat. Captain President Palmer has a hold of me and Admiral Bolton has ahold of him and I've managed to get ahold of the boat but Admiral Bolton is basically underwater so I'm trying to drag us all back up on the boat without losing my grip. It's working but it is so slow I worry the Admiral could drown. At one point I can see the back screw of the boat but the rendering engine of my brain must not be too good, since it isn't spinning.

Meanwhile some other captain on another boat, played by the captain in the Dr. Who serial "Sea Devils" is organizing rescue efforts with one of my cousins. He has to send her off to get something. And that's about as far as it got.
 
Fuck! I had some interesting ones this morning. But from the time I remembered to write them down to the point where I got this open they're mostly gone. OK. One, there was some super hot girl out on a city neighborhood street in, like, a wife beater and hot pants with no underwear and she was all sweaty because it was a hot day so I came up and flirted with her very tactlessly. She seemed to reciprocate but then went indoors. My friend was telling me not to push my luck and call her in a few days or something when she opened the door and asked if I was coming in or not. Only now she was all cleaned up and in slacks and a long-sleeved kind of mock-turtleneck. I had to use the bathroom and it was weird like, it had 2 entries in a kind of "L" shape and I don't think they had doors. At any rate I'm just going to the bathroom while she's walking around. Then she realizes I'm peeing in what looks like a toilet and she tells me that's where she does her laundry and that I should pee over at these two little porcelain appliances that are set in the floor--a bit like a Japanese toilet would be but looking a bit like a urinal. After I finish going to the bathroom I take off my clothes. That's about it. It probably means something to a psychoanalyst--especially the going from sluttily dressed to conservatively dressed bit--but I don't know what.

Just remembered an aspect of the other dream: my 5 year old tiny phone died so I tried getting a modern American smart phone. I hated it so much (this is real world events, not the dream) that I ordered a new tiny phone and once it showed up and I confirmed everything worked, I returned the big phone. That said there are subtle differences (for example, I don't have to hit "ENTER" after the 4th number in the PIN, it just unlocks (or, I assume, tells me the password failed). So the same thing happened in my dream only the new version was also a bit larger (but still not as big as the smallest phone for sale at the store), which I liked, but it also had all kinds of new buttons around the edge and it was impossible to do anything without accidentally pushing one of the buttons and making the screen change--turning on the camera, closing the browser or backing up a page, etc.
 
I have been watching too much History Channel reruns. Last night I dreamed I was watching basically a mashup of "Modern Marvels" and "Ancient Mysteries." It was a documentary about steel refining and the auto industry, narrated by Leonard Nimoy. On a big old CRT TV no less. The bit I was watching was about someone buying an Indian(!) car and then trading it in once maintenance got too expensive but in the dream there was a trade-in option where you could dictate that it was being traded in for scrap and couldn't be resold as a car. Then they went into how scrap factors into refining new steel before transitioning to a '80s auto commercial and talking about how certain colors pandered to male buyers and extended warranties were sold to female buyers so the auto companies could make a pile of extra money from young married couples. I wasn't really thrilled about watching it (getting kind of tired of documentaries) but I couldn't figure out the remotes. There was one for the TV but it was basically "dumb" and you had to go through all the channels and sit and wait to see if anything was on that channel but I couldn't get the the remote for the cable box (or whatever) to work right so I wound up just watching the documentary.

I've also been drinking too much, apparently, because the other dream was me hanging out with a bunch of guys (old school tough guy types) and they were trying to get me to have another drink but I told them I'd promised myself I'd only have 3 and I'd already had that. I'm pretty sure there were other dreams/details, but those are the bits I remember.
 
Dreamed of my dad, it was fairly short, apparently he had been married before mum, but got divorced when he was 19. Pretty sure that didn't happen in real life.

Later in a different dream I was escaping from a cult that had something to do with Bruce Wayne, fortunately they were coming after me with knives to start with and I always won the fights, later they started bringing guns, so I had to fly away, towards the end I wrapped my coat around a chimney hoping they wouldn't aim for my face, and assume I was dead if they hit me in the coat.
I figured if they come to check my body I could grab their guns. Woke up though.
 
I was in the old hut where we had a classroom in high school. Neil Gaiman was there, looking really old and kind of like Richard Lewis. He showed me his "final Garfield" which was a Garfield strip where he had lost his job as a tax inspector(?) and his house was full of documents and Jon looked annoyed. Gaimain started crying and said "WHAT HAPPENS TO ME NOW." There were loads of people sitting in chairs there to watch him speak. I asked Gaiman about the sexual assault accusations against him and he got mad and said I was ruining things. I was outside talking to my best friend from school and I said I couldn't let Gaiman get away with it. It took a long time to walk home and I got lost.
 
This morning's was very straightforward and almost literal. Really tired. Slept like a rock. Hit the snooze button for a full hour in the morning. Did wake up a little less than an hour before the alarm to use the bathroom but almost sleepwalked it and went right back to sleep immediately. Oh, I've been drinking a lot lately so last night I made lemon ginger tea instead and wound up drinking an entire pot so I also got up a bit after midnight to go and I caved and turned the furnace on. Before that The Cat had come and settled in next to my feet and stayed there the entire night.

So this morning I dreamed I was in some mathlike class where we had an assignment due. I didn't know how to finish it so I was trying to at least work at it as hard as possible to maybe get some credit for trying my best, but I was also very tired so I went back to my bunk bed for a quick nap and then the cat laid down on my feet. I knew I had to get up for the class because I was already late but I was so tired and the cat was laying on me.
 
Woke up quarter to 5 with indigestion that took awhile to settle down. Figured I woudn't get in much dreaming in the hour or so remaining. Boy was I wrong. Had a variation of the roommates dream that included my dog and cat getting out and being out in snow. Found out about two hot friends (who, upon consideration, must have been completely made up by my subconsious) who announced they were going to be roommates and I was silently grumbling that I hadn't got them for roommates. I forget what else there was. It was all very involved. Amazing that it must've been packed into less than 45 minutes of sleeping.
 
There was a baby
But it was like 2 or 3 or 4 or something and could understand me
I was about to tell it to move away from the river
and then it misheviously fell backwards, hit its head and dunked right into the water
while wearing a full snow suit
I pulled the baby out by its legs and hugged it tight and walked away

I don't remember what happened after that.

I remembered this dream as I was on a walk today, near the river!
 
Didn't think I'd remember any of last night's but I remembered one snippet that recovered a lot of it. At the start I had to guard 3 bottles from a pair of coldblooded killers. Like Indiana Jones type bottles, where they had a magic elixir or something. Actually more like clay vases or crocks or something. I decided the solution was to dress my dog and cat and myself up as security guards and have 2 turnpike gates leading to the bottles. But the gates were, like, kid's toy cardboard, and when the thieves came they shot us all while we were trying to figure out how to work the gate. Or maybe there was another human besides me, because later I was fine while they were coming up the stairs. The cat was only wounded so they shot him again. I checked on the bottles and 1 was missing. They came back with some more cats that they were going to shoot just to be dicks and I was wondering why the hell didn't I have a gun if I knew these people were killers? But I hadn't taken one so I threw the remaining 2 bottles on the ground to maybe make them stop killing the cats.

Then (and I don't 100% remember the order) me and some other people were watching Deadpool 3 and this guy said we had to watch Deadpool next so his girlfriend would understand some of the stuff in Deadpool 3. She wanted to know what it was about so me and some girl started explaining it and she got mad because I kept talking and she didn't think I was getting it right. Then...it was the girlfriend's birthday or something so we all had to get her gifts. She didn't like my gift so the boyfriend was going to help me put together a gift that would patch things up. It involved a reused plastic supermarket potato salad tub filled with Oreos. Then we were going to put some other things in around the Oreos but the lid wouldn't seal because there was too much stuff in it. Still, we wound up giving it to the girl and I wound up giving the boyfriend credit for thinking of it (was it because I thought it was lame and didn't understand it? I dunno.) Next thing I know, the boyfriend has lost everything--and may or may not be Deadpool--and needs to borrow my car to exact vengeance. I ask him if he's going to wreck my car and he says he probably will so I start arguing with him. That's about the end.
 
This is going to sound lame but it felt cool. I think I had a dream I was enjoying and would wake up a little bit but try to stay in the dream. When I'd wake up I'd forget some of the "rules" of the dream--or realize they didn't make sense--so when I got back into the dream it was a little different:

Basically, we were assembling...entities (for lack of a better word). Costuming actors? Equipping soldiers? Building models? Who knows? But there were basically 2 levels. The basic model was just a dude. But there was also a model that needed to be buried or coated with some kind of goop or something. After a period of waiting you took them and attached stuff to them--either armor/equipment mounting points/accessories or you used parts off a second unit to upgrade the one you were building. And there were logistics involved--"for the next thing we're going to need a dozen of the basic models and a half dozen of the fancy ones and this is what equipment they need and what they'll be doing..."
 
My dreams are getting sexier and sexier. Last night I figured out how to get extended sex from a hot hooker for $100. I had to wait until a certain time and then stop by. Then one of the other girls thought I was hot too (but I didn't manage to get a threesome). When I was getting ready to leave I kissed her and she was offended. I don't know if it was the "Pretty Woman" thing or I had bad breath or something.
 
In the dream I worked in some capacity on the new Frasier show, possibly as an actor / writer. Later on I was reading a trade newspaper and Sylvester McCoy had an advert where he asked for someone involved in the show to get in touch with him so he could appear in it.

I was talking with the producers about having him on, but they didn't feel he was famous enough.
 
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