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07-18-2014 -- Again, earlier parts are missing, but I drifted off thinking about the first dream (here) of the night, and leads into thinking about and still trying to remember the details of the first dream in the new dream. I find myself sitting in on a kind of a college level class meeting taking place in the Marshall cafeteria / stage area. I am sitting here, trying to write down bits about the odd Buffy dream, my feet propped up on a chair or something, while somebody is lecturing and showing slides on one of the old style overhead projectors.

Problem is, people keep complaining about only seeing parts of the slides, and seem kind of grumpy about it, and once I start really paying attention I realize that I was leaning with either my arm or my propped up legs blocking the light that shines through the acetate sheet to shoot it onto the screen. I didn't even realize. I'm hastily moving out of the way, as people complain about me and wonder why (and how) I'm here. Anyway, there is a discussion of some sort of war going on or something, and these people seem to be involved. And yet, it halfway seems to be not so much a war, as a theatrical performance.

Many of them are wearing large, strong golden or silver armor, mighty warriors, yet as they get into the parts they are playing and the acting they are doing, they can't seem to be able to help but change out the armor for themed dancing outfits. As I look, I notice that a few of them have large white wings on their backs, and I realize that they are all angels, though whether good angels or fallen angels, or some other kind, I can't really tell. Eventually I kind of come to the conclusion that they are a third kind of angel, probably somewhat neutral, and really, really into theater!

These are impressive beings. The men are huge and handsome, the women are of varying sizes and shapes, but they are utterly gorgeous. They are all immensely powerful, and their wings are only present if they wish them to be, so most keep them hidden away unless they need them. The thing is, while singing and dancing and performing in what seems to be the musical they are putting on, the ladies are dressed up in fairly revealing and remarkably sexy costumes, and it is hard to keep my eyes off of them. Especially when one is in a very short and flaring skirt, twirling around on the stage, and I am standing on the ground, right below, looking up a mouthwatering pair of legs to an incredible backside and a pair of sexy panties. I keep having to wrench my eyes away. Especially as the dancing seems to stoke the libido of the angels, and here and there, one of them will pull another just off-stage, and start having sex, out of sight of where the audience will be, but in plain view of the other actors, and the guy who doesn't belong.

Soon somebody walks up to me with a gold pocket watch, and tries to hypnotize me, and is shocked when he fails. The leader starts to explain that is why I have been brought here ... I am a powerful being, with a very strong mind. I am about to contradict him, thinking that I am nothing special, and they may not have had much contact with humans, as only a few people can hypnotize well, and only a small portion of the population are susceptible to it. But then I realize ... these aren't humans, these are angels. They may be able to hypnotize much better, and humans might be much weaker against them. I cannot say with any certainty that my mind is not much stronger than usual against them.

It is about this time that I also realize I am not in my version of the Marshall cafeteria, but I have been moved to a parallel reality version that the angels inhabit. The leader has brought me here because my powerful mind and resistance may be of much benefit to them, and he plans to train me up in some of their numbers, and have me fighting with them and dancing with them, and realizing my mind's strength, all of the female angels are clambering to dance with me. Then I start realizing that means I am going to be having sex with all these absolutely stunning creatures, which just blows my mind. They are all different heights, weights, builds, yet they are all absolutely magnificent!

09-13-2013 -- [Not sure if this was one dream, or two dreams that kind of flowed together, but since I can't tell, I am posting it as one.]

I'm at Peter Marshall, trying to visit my old teachers, when I find myself in an argument with a principal or administrator who looks just like John Laurenitis (wrestling personality). He wants me off school grounds and is making a big fuss about it, and being a real jerk, so I somehow kind of move through space until I am standing across the street from the back gate of the school.

He slowly makes his way out there, and starts to laugh at me because I was in such a hurry to get away from him, I left my black backpack at the school, and he is enjoying rubbing my face in the fact that he doesn't ever plan to let me have it back. Of course, that's about the time that a sort of a cross between a bus and a mobile home pulls up, and the driver (who is kind of a cross between a bus driver and a janitor, and looks like Chi McBride) opens the door and tosses me my backpack, explaining he thought I might want this.

I thank him, and the principal rants and raves a bit, then decides to get his revenge about talking me up as some sort of child molester or something, as if it is for the little kids that I stop by to visit, rather than to see the teachers I knew when I went to school there. Unfortunately, a lot of the parents who live in the area believe him, and start to make my life hell. Including one of the people living on the street ... Anne.

So the parents are berating me and warning their kids to stay away from me, and I hurry down the street, trying to find some place to hide and relax. I jump a fence or a hedge or something, and find a cross between a side yard and a car port to try and hide in, and I seem to be mostly out of sight, but unfortunately I am right next door to Anne's, and the house that I am at is owned by a lady who is actually crazy, so I am really not at the best place, facing off with some nut case.

Meanwhile, I have had lots of dreams in this area over the years, and in one of them, I was helping to protect this little kid who was being abused by one of the adults in his life, and listening to the people around him starting to talk bad about me, he refuses to join in, refuses to avoid me, and since the adult has started to abuse him again, he is actually trying to run away to go with me. I am wearing a long beige trench coat (fully clothed underneath ... I am not a child molester even in my dreams) and as he runs up to me and hides within my coat, many of the parents begin to realize that what they've been told is nonsense, and they start to know I'm an OK guy.

The crazy woman turns out to be his mother, and she is not the one that is abusing him, but she is messed up enough that she doesn't know how to protect him, and may not even realize he needs protection. But whoever is abusing him is now coming for him, so I gather him up in my arms, still kind of wrapped in the trench coat, and start to hurry down the street. I walk fast down Nancita to Greenleaf, then up a block to Aurora and start heading back the other way, but things are kind of shifting as they do in a dream.

This is where one dream may have ended, and another may have begun, but if so, it all still seems kind of tied together. The street has turned into a sort of hotel corridor, and I find we're running around in this hotel dodging people, trying to keep the kid safe ... yet at the same time I am by myself somewhere where Chyanne and Joel live. Somehow I have been kind of hiding in a bedroom, and I seem to have been masturbating or something, but somehow this has left an odd sort of 'aura' to the room, where now anybody who walks into it will also have to masturbate. Strange.

Anyway, soon that is gone, and I am back in this hotel, and the crazy lady who was a brunette is kind of turning blonde, and we're now looking for her kid while trying to avoid the ever-more-frightening guy who is chasing them, and he is turning into some sort of an evil villain who should be dead, but his spirit has been possessing people or something. For some reason he really, really wants to possess the kid, so we're trying to keep him away from him.

It's a little bit of a chase dream, running up and down stairways and in and out of doorways, and more and more people are getting involved. The blonde is becoming Ali Larter, which may not be completely surprising, as the evil guy who wants to possess the kid looks like David Anders (Adam Monroe in Heroes.) More and more people are getting involved, and somehow I get separated from the group for a bit, as they are forced to ride a deadly roller coaster that I can hear roaring about overhead, as I find myself at the entrance to a shopping mall, where I am just kind of waiting and trying to keep an eye out for them.

Soon we are back together, and a police woman or something of the sort (a woman in charge of things wherever we are) is leading us to a room where we are supposed to meet with and kill the bad guy, which will only require a touch to a wound on his arm. Nobody wants to do it, and I finally say I will do it, to protect the kid and everybody else, but with the whole possession thing, I am worried that somehow it will open me up to being the one who is possessed.

But as we approach the door that we are to open and enter, I notice that the blonde is acting more and more strange, and not herself, and I begin to wonder if it might have already happened, and he might have possessed her, and leave us to dispose of the evidence of his previous body. So I have to grab and trap her, as well as trying to stop everybody else.

Things get a little hectic, and everyone is running every which way. The blonde was possessed, but he fled from her. Meanwhile, the body which used to be his is now free, and is a low level crook who ought to be stopped, but he isn't dangerous enough to be really important. The real evil has been destroyed, so the main villain has been defeated.

I chase the body he used to inhabit into a small snow-covered courtyard, where he bolts for a very small door (about normal height, but only about eight inches wide, like a tiny door to a cupboard or something), which he locks behind him, and he has managed to make his escape.

Meanwhile, the no-longer-possessed blonde was left laying unconscious in the building, and everybody else has kind of walked off. I am upset about the guy getting away, worried about the kid, and kind of horny, and I decide now that she is no longer possessed, a little sex might help make up for a kind of a bad day.

I walk back into the room where she was, and she is no longer laying there, so I have to search for her. I find her hiding, and pull her out. I push her down onto a table and start to undress her, planning to have my way with her, but she is turning into a cat, and I find myself putting her in a decent sized box with another cat, and also adding a long strip of cat litter, about four-by-eight inches, that is somehow holding together, as I prepare to take them somewhere.

05-29-2013 -- [Most of the beginning missing, as usual.] I am working a security shift at a place I have worked before (in dreams, at least), where I am supposed to patrol the grounds fairly regularly, and open up a gate to a back parking lot at about 6 am so arriving workers can get in. The location is an industrial sort of place, kind of along the lines of OPC, but not OPC. I drove my car toward the back of the property, planning to switch to some sort of company van to make patrols, but somehow I got caught up in playing a computer game or reading a fan fiction, and seem to have passed almost the entire shift, and now I am late in getting the gate opened up.

I find some others have arrived, and another security guard may be wandering around, taking notes of all the things I am supposed to have done, but haven't gotten around to. I can't drive two vehicles at once, so I decide to stick to my car, but I have parked in some sand, and my front wheels have sunk in a fair bit, so I suspect I may be stuck. But that doesn't turn out to be the problem. I climb into the car, which seems to be my old Kia, as it is white and seems to be a stick. I can barely climb into the car, and can't seem to reach anything, and the controls are certainly not working well. I try to put the car in reverse, and give it a touch of gas and try and back out of the sand, and instead I end up going forward and flooring it, freeing the car, and just barely avoiding hitting anything.

I try to move forward slowly, and instead floor it again in a large curve that puts me into a sort of parking garage and sends me crashing into four or five other cars, causing lots of damage. I'm in for it now, but I have no idea why I suddenly can't seem to control the car at all. I try to gingerly back out of the garage, and instead plow forward at high speed and drive right through the back of the garage and into the middle of an apartment complex with very small, tight roads. The place is very beat up, old, wooden, worn, and I don't help, driving like a maniac and crashing into things.

Around one corner I see a little kid waving from a balcony. He soon shifts into a man holding a little kid, but the kid is still waving. I turn a corner, facing a different area, and ahead of me is the same man, holding the same kid, who is still waving. I turn to look back behind me, sam kid still there. As I try to figure out what is going on, I get even more confused as I find my car is floating perhaps 10 feet in the air, surrounded by a flock of birds. Weird stuff. But soon I am back on the ground and driving through the maze-like apartment complex. At least now I seem to be able to actually control the car!

I start to operate under the assumption that anywhere I can fit my head, looking around, I can manage to fit my entire body and the car I am driving, and it seems to work. I stick my head through a small hole, and somehow it stretches to let the entire car through. But I am still stuck in this crazy apartment complex, then I go through a hole, turn a corner, and find myself in what seems to be a small warehouse, facing a couple of guys who are staring at me. Before they can ask me why I am there, I say "Silly question, but where's the main road?" One of the guys points at the wall behind him, obviously indicating it's behind that wall. I try to floor the car, planning to crash right through it, but the car is barely moving, and I thunk into the wall without doing either it or the car any harm. Darn it! Instead I start driving through the warehouse until I turn a corner and come to some loading docks with very old, decrepit wooden roll-up doors. I point the car at the oldest, most damaged one that is almost in pieces already, and plow through it.

I now find myself in a narrow roadway surrounded by block walls. It is maybe 13 feet wide, barely wide enough to allow two cars to pass each other, with block walls on either side, a long tunnel of sorts, but open to the sky. I continue driving around, and this is even more like a maze than the apartment complex was. I drive past a tall, striking blond woman, quite hot, walking with a guy, wearing a blue powder-colored dress, then continue on, where I find myself coming across another attractive lady, still tall, but slightly shorter, in a purplish sort of dress. The second woman is standing in the middle of the road, and is quite attractive, and I am kind of staring at her, and I don't notice I am plowing toward her at a fairly high rate of speed.

Thankfully, she sticks out her hand and stops my car with a touch, and suddenly I am standing there with her in front of me, and I just wrap my arms around her and draw her in for a kiss. I pick her up in my arms and carry her a few feet to a small, bare block room right next to the road, her room, with only a bed in it, and I begin to strip the dress off her and make love to her. She lifts a cell phone or radio to her face and says something about requesting a clean up or something. A few minutes later, the other woman is back. The woman I was already making love to was about 5'10" tall, fairly nicely stacked, very light blond hair, and quite attractive. The first woman is probably six feet, more stacked, a darker blond, and absolutely stunning. She is also carrying a whip, and is starting to use it.

I'm not willing to play that game, and the first time she tries to crack the whip at me, I grab the end of it and pull it out of her hand. I don't have the leverage needed, though, and she snaps it out of my hand. The second time I grab the end, I quickly wind it around my hand several times, and manage to pull it away from her. I am considering using it on her, but that isn't my thing, either. Instead I just pull her to me, start stripping her, and begin making love to both women.

Then suddenly, they are gone, and I am in my car again, driving through the block maze. Driving along, I see one of the women standing at the side, and she winks at me, and suddenly I find myself just waking up, sandwiched between the two of them who are still sleeping, after some very pleasant activity. Problem is, we are suddenly attacked by somebody wearing all black clothes with a very white face with a big red spot on it. Looks like a cross between a ninja and Bloodshot (Valiant Comics) except with the big red spot on the face instead of the chest. Anyway, this guy throws a couple of small, hard balls at the women, but I kind of reach out and block them with some sort of power, then throw them back at the guy. He smirks at me as they fly right by him, but he doesn't see my slight gesture, and the balls curve around in mid-air and lightly smack him in the back of the head, kind of a magically powered version of a Gibbs smack. He spins around, looking for the enemy he figures is now behind him.

Then it is all gone again, and I am just driving along in the block maze. I turn around a couple more corners, and find myself facing a very large blue door and drive out into the regular world. Problem is, even more time has passed, I am now really late at opening that gate, and I've driven far enough in the various mazes that I have no idea where I am in relation to the property I am supposed to be guarding. To make things worse, I don't know the area at all, and can't even remember the name of the property I am guarding, so I am driving around in circles, no idea what I am looking for. Also, the skin is peeling off my thumb in big pieces like I have a bad sunburn, or maybe had my thumb dipped in glue, and it is now dried and peeling off. Very weird.

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An amalgamation of a couple of different dreams. I am sitting in the Hickory house, watching an almost nude BC sitting around in just a robe and trying to get a look up her legs. M is here as well, but C and B are gone causing trouble for some reason. I'm trying to walk out the front door, and one of the many people who is staying in the house (which may now be a hotel instead of a house) is asking me if there is any shopping in walking distance. The time is now (I haven't lived in the Hickory house for probably 25 years) and I am telling him about walking to the Buena Park Mall as a kid, and thinking about possibly going back there to look around and see all the changes that I noticed on google maps the last time I was just wasting time scanning the old neighborhood, but as I open the door and look out, I discover an even newer shopping center right across the street, replacing all the houses that used to be on Holly Way. Resembles a dream I remember from about a year ago.

I remember stopping by Marshall a couple of nights ago, relating the Carolyn's possibly dead son, and decide to visit again, and suddenly just find myself at the back entrance to the school. I walk in, and walk along one of the buildings, and I see nobody. All the class rooms seem to be empty. Turns out all the kids are on the playground, but just starting to come in. I actually only just barely recognize Ms Cummings as she walks past me (and she doesn't seem to recognize me at all), but she is much older now, and wearing a wig. I reach the playground and glance over toward the office, and see a sign proclaiming this is now Blue Moon Elementary or New Moon Elementary, and I am wondering when and why they changed the name, and somehow have some sort of odd memory of the schools all being privatized at some point. Am considering going to the office to ask about it when I wake up.

08-16-2012 -- Am traveling with a mentor along paths in a medieval time-period, except it takes place in Buena Park. I am half Harry Potter traveling with Dumbledore, and half Garion traveling with Old Wolf. We're hiking down a wooden path where two trails merge, except it is where Manchester Blvd merges with Orangethorpe. One of our horses wanders off to return to where it came from, and I am kind of mad because "I could have ridden that." Except I am already riding a horse, and my mentor doesn't actually need one.

Suddenly we're walking down Crescent Avenue, except it still has that medieval feel to it. I'm heading toward Marshall, but walking on the other side of the street than usual, and I keep running into people who want to befriend me or offer me help. I have no idea why, but it seems like I have a talent for recognizing those who can help me.

Around the area of the nursery, I run into a Robin Hood type who I wrote down becomes important later on. Since I never mention him again, I don't see how that can be. I soon reach the apartments across the street from the school, and cross over to Marshall.

I have somehow been turned into a woman, and am wearing a dress with a ridiculously high slit in the front of it, with three sets of holes, and only one combination lock to fasten one of the sets of holes together. I try to use the lock on the middle hole, but the dress then gapes open above the lock, and shows off everything that I've got. So I have to use it on the top-most set of holes, and that still leaves the slit way too high and revealing. The teachers are not going to like this.