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I’m going to post a dream I had about my grandfather a long time ago. I’m fairly certain that my grandfather is still around in some fashion because he’s appeared in my dreams and the fact that he talked with my father, scaring him shitless. He was asleep in my grandparents’ house to take care of my grandmother who bedridden and losing her mind and there was a baby monitor in his room and in the den where my grandmother lived. In the night, he heard my grandfather talking to him through the baby monitor (the only people in the house were my mother and my grandmother) discussing how things should be handled from now on after he passed away. There were also times when we saw my grandmother talking to the side of her bed like there was someone there which she never did. Her dementia was being forgetful or not noticing people in the room. I’m pretty sure it was my grandfather.

Anyway, I had a dream where I was at my grandparents’ house and I was coming downstairs because I heard something in the kitchen. The whole house is dark except for the kitchen. I don’t look in the mirror in the dining room (coming downstairs brings you into the living room, you go right and turn into the dining room and there’s a huge mirror on the opposite wall and you see your reflection whether you like it or not) and go into the kitchen where I see someone with my body type, all in black, sitting at the table.

He turns around and it’s my grandfather. It was like seeing my grandfather’s head on top of my body and I screamed without anything coming out. I knew that was my grandfather, I knew that he meant me no harm but the very fact that he was dead and in my dream wanting to communicate with me just drove me crazy. I don’t remember much else.

Last night my dream drifted in shadows until I found myself once again at my grandmother’s place. It’s a tiny, white house that holds many memories for me. I was walking around the back of the house and I saw there were many small pools of water and I knew there were baby alligators lurking beneath the surface. I went inside and aquired an aquarium filled with frogs. They weren’t the kind of frogs I have, African Clawed Frogs, but little leopard frogs that were a bit more streamlined like the tree frogs of Central America. Most of them seemed to be fairly content and I brought them up to my sister’s room in the house and left them there with this really friendly greensnake.

Downstairs it was dark and when I stepped out onto the patio I noticed that there was industrial shelving over the ponds and stacked up on them were more alligators which had been breeding like crazy. I wasn’t afraid but I wasn’t stupid and avoided going out that way and went back upstairs to check on the frogs grabbing a spritzer bottle from the kitchen. The aquarium was fine, the greensnake was wandering around the room and there was this one frog who was chewing away at the wire mesh top of the aquarium. I could see his little open wound of a mouth which had a single tooth, at least I hoped it was a tooth and not a point where his skin wore away and his upper palate was showing through. Concerned about the frogs drying out, I spritzed them well and placed four cans of soda at each corner of the aquarium’s lid in hopes that would keep the active frog from destroying the covering.

The greensnake was following me and I picked him up. The whole front yard of my grandmother’s house was filled with more of those shelves with alligators but it looked traversable. A few alligators nipped at my hair, their teeth getting caught in one of my tangles and tugging like a vent brush. Someone was coming out of the house across the street and I passed the greensnake off to them while I went back in for the frogs. Soon enough, we were on our way somewhere.

We hopped a train’s boxcar because the greensnake was starting to get really agitated to the point that it screeched at me. When I grabbed him, his throat felt like it was filled with air and figured it was painful. Time passed as we went through pine forests and wheat fields until we hopped off the train (leaving the frogs in the boxcar) and went to find a house. Apparently we were supposed to be delivering the snake to the house or the house had a veterinarian who’d know how to heal the snake. Either way, gray aliens with pink skin lived in that house came out and took the greensnake. Whew.

My stranger friend and I wandered our way back through the streets until we were in some urban area like downtown NYC. In the middle of the street was this keen black Victorian house with turrets and next door was this outdoor diner where the counter was outside with an awning overhead and the stools all in a row. While sitting there and waiting to order, Annie Sprinkle came up and ordered stuff for herself. There was a lot of old diary spivak lingering around in my psyche in that dream because I tried not to notice her but she grabbed my hand and put it on her ass where I started fingerfucking her asshole. We head over to the old Victorian place where she pays for a parking ticket and pushes me into a closet with her where I play with her boobies. When I came out, I had a fucking parking ticket even though I didn’t drive to get there. The parking ticket was just taped to the closet door made out to me.

I’m on LambdaMOO and while I’m in the living room with someone, I type @join them (I don’t remember their name) and suddenly I’m disconnected saying that I was wasting resources to @join someone that I’m already with and get booted with a warning that I’ll be toaded if I don’t pay up 8k. I find myself in the parking lot of my father’s business and being involved in some game with his car’s alarm. I open the trunk of his car and there’s this note inside that states if the car wins, I’ll be toaded. I touch the lip of the open trunk and the car starts going ‘bip bip bip’ but when I clap my hands the alarm starts to turn off. Time passes and it’s starting to rain, I’m fascinated by a tennis ball stuck inside of a barber pole which climbs up and down the inner pole as the glass rotates inside. hhsb drives up and starts talking with me about how she’s sick of Lambda and wants me to sign on right away and start a petition to recycle her and redistribute her stuff. She’s pacing a lot in the rain when I realize that I do have the keys to my father’s business.

I let her in so she can go to the bathroom. My father had been decorating for Halloween, smurf figures, Iron Giant figures and other little toys are hanging from the ceiling via cotton cobweb stuff. Orange and black streamers are draped across the ceiling. hhsb stalks in and goes to the bathroom, I take off my coat (it’s a big camelhair coat that I’d never wear) and place it over a chair near the bathroom for hhsb to put on once she’s finished since I figure she’s cold from the rain. She calls me from the bathroom and I go over, I can’t hear what she’s murmuring in the bathroom and I open the door when she confronts me with something to the tune of “Come on, show me your penis. You showed everything in that picture.” and I’m all freaked out. hhsb continues with how she’s different and just wants to see and just as I’m being persuaded to do so I wake up.

I had the strangest dream last night that started out with a tour of Tim Curry’s place, how he was living on a small island in the middle of a black ocean (that turned out to be sewage) and his backyard was only a meter wide before it dropped off into the ocean or you got into the house again. There was this ugly British old lady who was cooking and she was making pasta. When she’d drain it from the pot the water was green/black and the two kids who were living there were like “Yum!” and I couldn’t touch the food. I was stuck alone in the house for a few hours while they went out, I realized the island would tip here and there when I got too close to the edge (the backyard being the only stable place) and I almost flipped the whole island over.

When they got back, the ugly old British lady bought me L5R boosters but I never got to open them because the house started sinking into the ocean.

Eventually things got stable and when I was in the backyard, I was told to look in one direction and when I did it all turned into a colorful hexmap of the area that went up and down. I was told I had the power of dice in me and only I could do things that others in this place couldn’t do. Apparently my thing was jumping and I kept rolling 3d6 to see if I could jump high enough to get over to this one area that was all tall sharp mountains like the inside of a wolf’s mouth.

I couldn’t ever look at the people in my dream again because if I did then I couldn’t see the gaming aspect of the dream and I’d lose my powers. I ended the dream rolling dice (first red dice, then these yellow dice that Ronni had at her place, then white grimy dice that seemed to roll better for me) and I just had to be kind to the dice to get them to roll well. Sad thing was the dice would never roll a 3, a 4 was the lowest they would go.

Last night I dreamt about taking a shit in my parents’ bathroom last night and this cute dago chick came along to talk to me while I was on the can. She had big tits for her frame and they were really round. She leaned back and all of a sudden I thought, “Wow, her tits are just like the Lexx’s eyes” and then my brain started changing her into the Lexx with her spine being the Lexx’s tail and all the other stuff.

I dreamt that I shaved off my beard while trying to trim it with the trimmer my sister got me for Christmas last year. I haven’t used the trimmer because I’m way paranoid about accidentally removing my beard and I’m in serious need of getting it trimmed.

The latter part of a dream rung in my head. Back in college there was this girl named Sarah who I dug and I guess she dug me but me being me all the way back then made me oblivious to it and stuff. Maybe I just blow my importance to people out of proportion. So I was dreaming I was walking down to my car except my car was parked at a local park and I went around the long way to drop off this bag I had, some stupid city councilman (this is a town over from my town fwiw) stopped me and was going off on how littering is taken care of uptown but they ignore it downtown. I was indignant and went my way to my car while he harassed me and I harassed back about how he’s a lamer prettyboy who has to pay people to be his friends (he had a fraternity pin). He went off on how he never gets laid and I laughed because big, smelly, hairy me gets more than him.

I never got to the car, I ended up at my old college which was seriously altered but still had that certain something about it which said it was my old college and I went over to the art building to walk around. Going past a room I saw a familiar face and I asked if she was Sarah. She hugged me and apologized for being away and going through three area codes. It was odd.

I dreamt I got caught up with this Chinese woman and we fooled around at some hotel that was part of a mall. After she left, I went downstairs for a walk. There’s this huge stairwell that went down a long way, it was all tiled like a subway. At the bottom were these Russian girls who were washing butchered chickens on these chromed metal racks. First time I went past I saw one washing her breasts in the same non-sexual fashion as if she was washing her hands. I went through this area and found myself going back into my hotel hallway where I passed this skeevy, flat Chinese chick in purple. She had acne and really bad stringy hair.

When I went for a walk again, I went past the chicken-washing place and there were more topless Russian women. I wished I had a camera because it’d be a cool contri for VoyeurWeb. I went through, not really noticing the look of contempt coming from this olive skinned, black haired chick who was butt-naked.

When I was near my room again, I saw the skeevy Chinese chick who followed me this time and a few steps behind her was my Chinese woman. She was cute, very round and curvy and she wore this red top that shimmered like blood at Christmastime. Odd thing was that she claimed we were married and I didn’t care. She spoke briefly with the skeevy girl and the two of us went back into our room. The dream had no sex even though it would seem like it was some fuckfest. We talked in the room, I figured she knew the skeevy chick and kept thinking she should invite her over for a threesome. Never brought it up, just thought it.

While on my third walk I saw all the Russian girls were completely nude except for clogs. Water sprayed from the ceiling to help remove chicken grease from their skin. Ducking under the metal rack to keep dry, I leered at them all. This time I caught olive-skin’s stare and wondered who put a bug up her ass. “She’s nude in a mall washing butchered chickens and she thinks nobody’s going to stare?” Past the nude gauntlet, I was in the hotel hallway again. My Chinese chick was with the skeevy one and all three of us went into the room. My chick straddled me and pushed my face against her big (for an Asian girl) boobs which sent me immediately to sleep. In that sleepy-dream state I could hear them talking about how I couldn’t satisfy them and my Chinese chick spoke up that they could pleasure each other.

I regained consciousness in the mall, somehow the hotel was no longer in existence and there was no sign of either woman. Dejected, I went down the long stairs to entertain myself with the Russian chicks. This time there were only three, still nude, all of them giving me looks (olive-skin was there) saying “Here he comes again” and following me angrily chattering about something. I kept my eyes forward until everything faded.

An empty soda can fell over and clanged against my cabinet which woke me up. After the stress passed, I went back to sleep.

The next dream is sketchier. First I was at some MOOer picnic with these long institution-like tables. After eating, I was sent to a prison cell with four blue chairs and an old black woman. A buzzer went off and two big black guys came in and took the remaining two seats. They complained how four people couldn’t possibly live in here, let alone sleep. I suggested that two people could occupy themselves for 12 hours outside of the cell while the other two slept, then switch around. I added that was how we did it in college, which makes no sense since I was at home when I went to college.

Soon all four of us were doing clean-up duty at the picnic and the biggest black guy was leaving tips on the tables. I was hitting a few people I didn’t recognize for ‘disrespecting me’. Afterwards we drove off with the black guy’s sister who drove like a nigger. Hit every car from behind, couldn’t understand when to speed (or not to) and tried to pass in the most dangerous of places. A cop pulled out from some parking lot and was following us at a distance, the others in the car bitched her out for being a suckass driver. I piped up with once we went over this bridge that crossed Rt. 78 the cops wouldn’t be able to follow us since we’d be out of their jurisdiction. The bitch fucking sped over the bridge, hit another car (again) and I got out in disgust. After a long walk I ended up at my car (parked by the big field where they hold the fireworks), got in and the dream was no more.

I reckon my dream self was wandering around with other laggardly dreamers who were bound to the real world and my dream self had to physically come to my body rather than being drawn back on the silver cord.

Last night I had a strange dream that it was raining and I was in an old convertible that was owned by my father (in the dream) and I had the roof down. I was more afraid of getting a book wet rather than getting the interior of the convertible wet.