FryingMan

+(f) (vague/unsure) cars? At LH(s)?

+ summary: (angband dream!) walking through a cave dwelling, stepping over a spiked pit trap, opening doors onto singing monsters who were frightened of me

I'm walking through a complex of underground dirt caverns, fairly dark but I can see. I'm looking for something, a way out, a way home, or just back to the "main" room of this place. At one point I enter a large spherical dirt room, near the top of the room is a little "window"/door thing that I think people above me can use to look down. At one point I open a door which is made of criss-crossed metal bands and there are monster-zombie looking things on the other side of the door, singing (it's a concert? ), they're frightened of me, I'm not supposed to open that door, I close it again. I walk up to a circle on the ground and step over it, the top falls away to reveal a spiked pit trap, I move carefully and don't fall into it, but I look down and see dozens of crudely sharpened wooden spikes pointing upwards.

+ standing outdoors at night next to bleachers where people are sitting, (DO?), a wife takes pictures of a husband and son against starry night sky, I "see" the photos

The photos are the profile of the man and boy, dark but visible, against a starry sky. The stars are superimposed on top of the faces, I look at several faces and think the photographer must be using a long exposure in order to get the stars visible in the night sky

+ competition in front of computers, faces of celebrities giving reviews of video games

The faces are talking without sound. The view sometimes zooms close so that only a portion of the face of the speaker can be seen.

+ chased by a guided missile, pull out its circuit board; closely examine the components and structure circuit board

I and something else are flying through the sky, the other thing is being chased by a guided missile thing. Then the missile thing starts homing in on *me* and I must fly for my life, twisting and turning and rolling away from it. It is a large blocky device with exposed circuit boards. I slap at them and one by one they close up into the housing of this "missile." At one point I decide to yank out an exposed circuit board in order to disable the missile, this seems to work.

I'm examining an intricate circuit board up close. There are chips and resistors and wires everywhere. I think about replacing the board (forgot about the missile at this point) and line up the pins of a connector with some socket and plug it in. I see that by handling the circuit board I've messed up a bunch of resistors, which used to be neat and orderly and now are loosely hanging off of the board on long, bent, metal leads, very sloppy. I'm looking at the joining place of two metal plates of the board, there is a welded connection but in order to connect the two halves there is a special think bundle of wires that runs from one plate to the other plate.

+ (lucid) get off freeway at off-ramp to "visit" a book(?), some kids are watching me, I take off flying to show off, realize I'm dreaming, and move around spider-man style shooting webs from wrist and pulling myself along with them

I'm on a freeway and see a sign in something I'm interested in (a book? book reading?), there is a white circular sign and a black circular sign, and they indicate (1 mile?) distance to the event/thing/place, I exit the freeway on a curved off-ramp and reach a stop at the end of the ramp. There is a car (or two?) of (kids?) people there, I'm being announced? I'm an important person/celebrity. I'm standing in pajamas and holding a huge pillow in front of me in both arms. I decide to give the observers a thrill and to show off. I take a few steps and take off flying, I think they'll think they've just seen superman! I'm flying up into the branches of trees of a tree-lined suburban street. I will myself to go faster in order to make a good show but I don't go faster. I stall among branches and houses nearby, and do a few "air swimming" strokes to get higher but am barely moving. I start pulling myself forwards along thin shoots of branches from the trees. I'm up fairly high and moving along this way and approach a long water spout from the roof of a house with a smallish trickle of water coming down, which I want to avoid. I move to the left and continue pulling myself forwards via these thin shoots/branches from the trees. My eyes reach the level of the roof of one of the houses, a sloping roof of a brown-shingled house, and I realize that I should affirm to myself that I'm dreaming. "I'm dreaming, this is a dream." "I should keep this in mind as I continue the dream." I'm thinking how I can move about better and decide to try shooting spider-man webs from my wrists and pull myself along with them. It works the first time! I shoot a web to a vertical portion of the house whose roof I'm on, and pull myself along. Then I do it again and again, and I'm still moving kind of slowly. I think to pull myself faster by yanking down really hard on the webs after they stick ahead of me and I do move a bit faster. I'm then on the top of a hill outside trees are gone, sort of a ranch-like area with rolling hills, there's a hill across from me. My two sons have appeared and are kind of teasing me "Ah, what are you doing, moving around like spider man?" I say "you can do it, too!" I shoot a web to the hill across from me and quickly pull myself across. I notice my older son is going to try it, I think he's going to aim for a wire fence and think that won't be a good connection (there's a cow on the other side of the fence?). He shoots a web and I see it expand in the air but it just stops without reaching a target. I notice that I must sort of pull my hand off of the web every time. I wonder who cleans up all those webs that spider-man leaves around the city.