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"MANSION MANSON"
I found myself in a nicely furnished living room, except it had lots of windows and a glass ceiling --
much like a sunroom. The room itself seemed well-lit but outside it was overcast and dusk. I walked over
to a window to look outside. Outside the window I saw another part, perhaps a wing, of this house or mansion.
Something flew into the window several times. At first I thought it was a brown bird but upon closer examination
it turned out to be a bat. It seemed determined to get inside. I was relieved it did not.
After this, I think I was looking through various shelves with books, some I recognized as books for children.
Eventually I was seated upon a couch with a guy -- I think it may have been Marilyn Manson -- and an attractive young woman
-- "Marilyn's" sister, whom I think I was dating. He was giving me a hard time for dating his sister, who was
sitting next to him with a goofy smile. I think he was just playing the role of the protective older brother.
Next I was walking down a large corridor with orange walls to a large door, which was for a stairway --
with the steps ascending in ninety degree increments inside of a square area. I was
walking behind "Marilyn," who stopped at some point at what I thought of as a door, except this door resembled a television
screen. "Marilyn" began to change channels with a remote control device. He found an audio-only channel, typically found
on a digital satellite system , playing music akin to his style of music. He seemed satisfied with his channel choice and
entered this doorway of his choosing. I walked down a few flight of stairs to another television screen/doorway and
tried to do likewise, changing the channels with a remote control device to find a channel/doorway I wanted to enter.
"BUILDING AND BURNING -- NOT IN ANY PARTICULAR ORDER"
I remember being in a bowling alley. An instructor decided to take me under his wing.
He gave me an orange-red bowling ball to bowl with but it had a grip that was somewhat
bigger than my hand span. Despite the not-so-perfect-fit, I managed to throw a few
solid strike balls. The instructor directed me to a table behind the bowling area.
He wanted me to sign up on a piece of paper -- actually it was two pieces of paper
taped together to make one big piece of paper. It felt like I was making some kind of
commitment by signing this paper.
Next I found myself camping outdoors with some other kids. I think the instructor from the
bowling alley was leading this excursion. He brought out some wire frames and presented them
to the camping group. I guessed that they were for putting sleeping bags or canvases around,
making a snail-like shell to sleep in snuggly and soundly. I think I guessed correctly on that.
Some seemed to object to doing some camping work, so they were sent outside of the tent to dig
holes with shovels. The shovels had short handles -- they seemed like the compact shovels that
might be found on hiking backpacks. I felt resentment from my peers on this camping excursion
for some unknown reason, maybe because I guessed correctly on the wire frames.
Then I remember being on a street walkway at night. A building was on fire. I took a firehose
out into the street, oddly enough away from the fire, and began to spray the street.
I asked repeatedly for help in holding the hose but the various people milling up and down this
street did not seem to hear me. Eventually someone came to my aid and helped me hold the hose.
I remember looking back at the building and seeing a room on the second level lit by its fluorescent
lights. It had not caught fire yet. As I looked closer, I saw red glowing bands appear on the walls.
I assumed this was the fire trying to work its way into this room. My sister and I climbed up the wall
and through an open window to this room with the firehose. We tried to cool the walls to stave
off the fire but our work was in vain (obviously, since cooling the walls does nothing about the
raging fire behind them). We ran back to the open window to get out of harms way. Despite my climbing up
the wall I wondered how I would get back down safely. As I stepped down, my foot found some ledges
to step upon and I made it down safely. I saw an old man sitting in a chair in the shadows
under an overhang of the building. He seemed content to sit there during this spectacle.
I awoke the next day in what I believed to be the previously burning building the night before.
I did not see any fire damage on the walls to my surprise. The only thing I noticed different about the
walls was some yellow police tap slung vertically on a few of them. As I walked past the yellow police
tape I saw a young woman walking topless in dark gray/blue underwear at the other end of the hallway I was walking down.
She crossed her arms across her chest when she saw me, gave me a quick awkward smile, walked into a room, and
emerged in a robe. She told me she thought she was the only one awake. I told her I walking about inspecting
the damage. She replied that the old guy on the street stayed up and kept watch over the building while the rest
of us slept. She also said something about possibly renting out apartments for classrooms -- it is my guess
that this building was some kind of group or association. At this point there was an adult male and some kids just
outside of this area we were conversing in -- it seemed like a small class. I responded to the renting of apartments
for classrooms by looking towards the class and saying, "Provided our classrooms don't burst into flames again."
They seemed a little uncomfortable at my saying this.
"INSTRUMENTATION"
I remember flying a small plane several times over a body of water, perhaps an ocean. Sometimes I flew
low and almost hit the water but I always made it safely across. When I came close to the water, the
air seemed foggy and visibility was low. It felt like I was flying by the seat of my pants, especially
since I did not have much instrumentation within this plane, and yet I made it across this large body of water void of any
land marks to my destinations every time. I remember feeling astonished by my flying successes.
After this, I remember sitting on a kitchen floor with a friend. He seemed to be studying for a physics test. Various equations
were listed in his book and he was in the process of memorizing them. This test seemed to be on
rote memorization of these equations, not knowing them to apply to physics problems. Another friend showed up asking me
why I was not unavailable for a get-together a few days before. I told him I had a really bad sinus headache that day. Then a younger
brother of the first friend showed up and we were all sitting in a semi-circle on the floor, horsing around.
At some point I retaliated against the younger brother by making a fist with my hand, thumb extended, and thrust it under
his armpit. Exerting upward pressure, I more or less lifted him up off of the ground -- the pain lifting him to his feet.
He seemed more interested in the move than being upset at me for using it on him, so I showed him how it was done.
"CHANTEUSE"
I was sitting in a small classroom. A teacher's assistant, sitting in a desk at the front of the
class, was making eye contact with various people in this classroom and asking them preparatory
questions. She reminded the whole class of some question or ideas and handed out a test.
After taking this test, she brought up a particular question and asked if any of us got it. She
Now she was standing in the back of the classroom; many, me included, turned in their seats to look her way.
I remember not having any idea of what she was talking about, so I was interested in finding out.
She began to sing a Carpenter's song lyric, "Why do birds suddenly appear..." -- apparently the
question had something to do with that. I did not remember such a question on this test. After singing
she introduced herself as a new teacher, slowly walking to the front of the class amongst the desks and
chairs. She did so in a sultry manner.
Next I remember being in a hallway with gray lockers, the kind I had in high school. They would have been
on the top floor where the freshmen and sophomore lockers resided. I walked to where I thought my locker
would be but I did not recognize any of the students as being classmates so I looked elsewhere for my locker.
When I found my locker, someone's family members were standing near it. I think they were preparing for some kind of
intervention for a son and classmate of mine, for a drinking problem perhaps. I reassured a brother of this
fellow classmate by patting him on the back. I think I went to lunch after that.
"OUT OF MY LEAGUE"
I was sleeping on a neighbor's driveway next to their dog. I awoke to the neighbor walking up to
me and putting down a plate with some fried eggs. I assumed it was for me but the dog got up
and began to devour the food, so I guessed the food was intended for the dog.
I got up and went to sleep on another driveway, this one by an alley. I think I may
walked a big black dog in that alley after this.
After this, I seemed to be playing little league baseball. Apparently the game was over, with players
slowly walking off of the field. I heard someone yelling that the winning coach could not
accept this as a complete win because this coach and his team had not struck out some great ball
player that did not make it up to bat. He was standing by himself in the distance.
Everyone returned to the field, so much so that it seemed crowded with people around the pitching
mound and homeplate -- I am not sure if they were playing, watching, or both. I believe the coach
took the task as pitcher to strike out this great ball player. The first pitch by the coach was a fast ball,
which caught the long, dark-haired girl catcher off-guard, knocking her on her back with her legs
up in the air. Oddly enough a kid stepped out of the crowd that was standing around the pitching mound
and threw an easy softball-like pitch. The great ball player hit the ball baseline towards first base
where another group of on-lookers were standing. They quickly put their hands up, which deflected the
ball over a tall chain link fence.
Next I was standing in a wooden dug-out with a half wall, about four feet tall, to my right that separated the
dug-out from the playing field -- I was standing sideways to this wall. This dug-out was on the same level
as the playing field, so technically not dug-out. To my left was an entrance way that split into two
entrance ways: to the left, a locker room, to the right, a bathroom. Apparently there was a base where I
was standing next to this dug-out wall and someone was running up to me, presumeably to get on base. Someone
threw me the ball that had previously went over the chain link fence. I leaned over the wall while standing on
the base and caught the ball. This happened simultaneously with the runner reaching the base. I thought I had
caught the ball first and got the out but it was too close to call and I do not remember any umpires or referees around.
So this ball player -- who now resembled a best friend -- and I grinned at one another, deciding not to call it
either way. It felt like we had both won rather than tied and I remember feeling happy and content about our call.
I walked into the adjoining bathroom and saw a couple of kids standing by the sinks. For some reason I thought of
them as a couple of smart asses because I told them they could learn a lesson from the non-call my friend and I had just
made. This prompted one of them to say something derogatory to me which prompted me to pick him up by the front of his
baseball jersey and hold him up against the bathroom wall. I think I said something to the effect that he could now say that
to my face at eye level, since he was much shorter than me.
I went back out to the dug-out and sat alone on a bench. I noticed some teenagers had started another baseball game. Even though it
seemed like I was a younger kid and should not have been out there at that time, several girls who were playing in the outfield
smiled and gave me reassuring glances, making me feel much more comfortable about sitting on the bench and watching the game.
I looked over to another bench in this dug-out and saw a kid talking to a ball player in a yellow jersey and white baseball pants.
The kid looked like the actor Gary Coleman, from the television show Different Strokes. He was wearing a blue-ish plaid
outfit and for some strange reason, he seemed out of place sitting there on the bench talking to ball player.
Next I awoke in a living room. I was laying on a couch, wrapped up snuggly with a nice blanket. I think I was staying with some people,
who were still sleeping in various parts of this living room. I saw a dark gray computer on the other side of the room. It had a
flat, thin monitor that resembled a laptop monitor. The screen saver displayed the following message: Yoo Yoo Beethoven.
A guy got up, walked over to a young woman who was laying on another couch, and got in her face about being on his case recently. Although his voice was whispery and quiet,
he sounded agitated and pissed. They had a minor tussle but it was nothing overly violent or physical so I layed there motionless as if
I were still sleeping and tried to ignore them. Another young woman quietly walked over to where I was "sleeping" and put a small flashlight on
the floor next to me. The flashlight was blue, small, had a flat base and an angled head. The young woman turned it on and walked away.
The light from the flashlight shined past me. I think this was a subtle -- or not-so-subtle -- way of saying, "Time to get up."
I folded the blanket I had and tried to stretch when I stood up but my head hit the ceiling -- it must have been a really short room.
A couple of guys began to wrestle in my vicinity so I slowly moved back. The young woman walked back over and retrieved her flashlight she had
set down on the floor. I began to wonder where my guitar was because I had brought it with me and I did not see it anywhere in this
living room area. I thought the guy who had had the earlier tussle with the young woman maybe was playing it another room, which was okay because
I trusted him with it -- he played guitar too.
"NOT JUST YETI"
I remember looking across a street towards a house, except the house was not there at that moment. I had some feeling that
the home owners somehow moved it momentarily because I could see the home
owners and some workers busily landscaping and/or doing some yard work in the backyard -- I guess the house was in their way so that may
be why they momentarily moved it. At some point I was inside the house -- it must have been put back -- watching
television and talking with the home owners. I found myself sitting in the home owner's living alone when both persons had
excused themselves to other parts of the house and had not returned. Closing and locking the front door, I walked back across the street.
As I walked across a field, I noticed a man walking with a Bigfoot or Sasquatch being. They appeared to be walking in my
direction so my pace became slower and more cautious. Suddenly the creature fell into a hole in the ground, vanishing out of
sight. When the man ran over to see how the creature was, he too vanished into the hole. I had the feeling the creature grabbed
the man, fearing it would be trapped in the hole for awhile and perhaps needed food. I decided to move on and walked away.
"TAKEN TO TASK"
I was attending some outdoor event. There was a silver -- almost chrome -- helicopter waiting to take-off, except it
was upside down, resting on the helicopter blades. It seemed to be a new type of helicopter that was supposed to take-off
this way; it seemed logical in the dream. The engine started and somehow it began to lift up off of ground, but it was leaking
fuel everywhere. After it pitched its yaw and was right-side up, it flew in a very haphazard way. I remember running around
trying to stay out of its path.
After this, I remember being in a hallway cleaning with a vacuum cleaner. I ended up in a living room area where a little girl was playing.
She seemed upset to see me, thinking I would be disruptive to her play area sweeping with the vacuum cleaner. I tried to assure her I would work fast
and be out of her way. However, the carpet turned out to be quite dirty, complete with pieces of popcorn all over the place. At some point I took a
break and read a newspaper. I saw a picture and accompanying story about me in the local pages. For some reason, it seemed as if I had written it myself
and it somehow got published. It was at this time that some announcement was heard on the intercom saying that the place would be closing. The people there
seemed upset with me when I asked them if they wanted me to finish up the sweeping job. I think they had expected it to be done by that point. When I asked them
when the last sweeping was done, they ignored me. It seemed like a set-up to me, that this job was more difficult than they had let on. At least the carpet was
cleaner than it was before I started sweeping.
"PENUMBRAL LODGINGS"
I was driving a large truck, like a delivery truck. I felt lost and stopped driving. I walked into a building
which consisted of a large tall room inside -- I suspected this was a church assembly room. It had minimal lighting,
bordering on darkness, and had a set of bleachers on one side of the room. The bleachers had no backing to them, only the seats,
so the room on the other side of the bleachers could be seen. I walked around the bleachers and ended up behind them.
I thought I was the only person in this room until a shadowy figure seated on the bleachers ran down the bleachers and out of the room.
I was startled and caught off guard. Despite this, I decided to camp out and spend the night in this room close to the entrance door.
When I awoke, there were two other transient-like people sleeping by me. They awoke as well and we talked for a bit.
I gathered my things, wished them well, and left.
After this, I remember being in a department store. Two salespersons were demonstrating their state-of-the-art dispaly shelves,
complete with motorized platforms. I took a walk and looked at the other shelves in the store.
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