melanieb

California highways are really beautiful, but not when you feel like you're being followed while trying to get back to your home.

I pulled off the main highway to resolve some issue, perhaps read my map...I'm not certain, but the men in the white pickup that pulled up behind me seemed very threatening. He glared at me over the steering wheel as if he was daring me to make a strange move.

The passenger was the more malevelent-looking of the two. A long bald head appeared around the corner of the windshield and smiled a toothy grin, yellowed teeth filling his face like a diseased jack-o-lantern.

"All we want is the pills! Give us the drugs and we'll let you live!"

I was reluctant to give up the pills as I knew they were expensive and important. I reached into my pocket and pulled out several foil blister-packs, each containing four pills of the medicine the evel man wanted. I suspected they were for pain but I never saw their name.

"All of them!" He seemed very impatient as he said this.

I walked over to him and handed the pills over, all but two.

"Let me keep just these two! They're important, at least let me keep these!" I implored him.

He nodded in an allowing way and I pocketed the pills, relief flooding over me, and I turned back towards my car for the walk back.

I found the gravelly road I was on appeared to be covered with broken glass, large pieces littering the entire area. I can't imagine how I didn't notice that before. One step told me I could never walk back safely so I decided to float/swim back to the car pushing myself with my hands.

The shard of glass sticking out of my finger and the painful sensation brought me to lucidity and I examined the orangish-brown glass in my finger before pulling it out. I stared at the mark and it sealed immediately.

Knowing I couldn't propel myself with my hands or feet because of the glass I instead chose to float my way back, a hovering figure sitting cross-legged in the car. The feeling was pretty cool knowing I could float so easily, and I made it back to the car safely.

Something happened after that but I don't recall it well enough to describe.

Captain Chris Pike is in front of me in a large, metallic room, illuminated softly from above. An accessway is to my left. I sense that an alarm may be going off somewhere though I don't hear anything. I do feel the room shaking and I suspect the ship is in damger.

Suddenly the thick deckplate below my feet becomes translucent and glows with a bright white light. I can't even imagine how much energy it would take to cause that to happen but I suspect it's incredible. It pulses slightly and a whooshing sound fills the room, much like when Jodi Foster is about to take her voyage in the machine.

The energy waves pass through both of us and I can see Pike is visibly affected. He skaes a bit and I realize he is becoming ultradense, impermeable and strong. I am likewise affected but I can't seem to move from the spot I'm in. Nothing I cna do will prevent what's happening.

The knowledge that Pike is changed fills me though I can't yet see any reason why it should. I realize he is angry, about to commit horrible crimes, and it will be up to me to ultimately defeat him, though it may come at the cost of my own life.

And that's all I recall right now.

Let's see what I remember...

I'm on the ground floor of the office building I worked in for 10 years, tile floors and hallways leading in four directions from a central elevator column.

I walk along the hall towards the back entrance of the building but the doors lead into a glass-lined hallway that runs along the back of the building to either side. As I approach the glass I catch a quick glimpse of a man who I know to be Emperor Palpatine, but I recognize him and think of him as Count Dooku. What's really weird is that he looks more like a bulky version of Darth Maul. This bulky Dooku is striding purposefully with an angry expression and I can tell he is heatedly discussing my whereabouts. He has been after me for a long time and for him to show up now, practically in my face, is truly frightening.

I ducked quickly out of sight by back-pedaling and walking to the side hallway. I peer around and watch him pace back and forth a little, giving orders to various hunters to search everywhere for me. I'm panicking slightly but I knew that only one person could help me now...my dad.

What, what? My dad? Well, that's who I was thinking about but as I concentrated on trying to bring him to me I remembered that my father was in California so I had better summon someone who had experience with Dooku. SO I summoned Yoda.

Yoda appeared and walked through the building towards the back hallway with the intention of fighting Dooku. I saw one of the hunters heading my way and I stepped back and ducked into the nearby bathroom. There was no place to hide in it, not really, and I suddenly became worried that Yoda would lead them to me. I had to act quickly without leaving my hiding place.

I placed my hands on my head and telepathically let Yoda know not to lead Dooku to the bathroom, though I did think it remote that Dooku would dare come to a woman's restroom. Still, couldn't take the chance.

After I thought this an attractive young woman walked in and I became distracted by her flimsy skirt and the open door that might allow a hunter to see me. I think this is when the dream shifted and I ended up in the creek.

*note - Dooku. Yeah...

So lets see what I dreamed about...

- I hid from Count Dooku
- I summoned Yoda to fight Dooku and keep him from finding me while I hid in the bathroom
- I swam in a flooded creek
- I rescued my daughter from the same flooded creek (mildly scary)
- I watched cats fly away in the catplane

Let's start with the catplane.

So I'm dreaming of a literal cat plane, a cat that actually flies and carries passengers. See, there are these two cats competing with each other to see who can fly the farthest. Each one opens up the side panel on their body revealing a hollow interior which other cats can walk into. The floor of the interior of each catplane has a bunch of holes in it designed to fit the legs of the cats who walk in.

The first cat takes in two passengers, two cats that walk in and place their legs into the leg holes. The door closes and the catplane takes off into the air with the legs of the passenger cats sticking out of the leg-holes. It looks really weird.

The second cat watches with a sly look on his face, knowing he's smarter. Four cats walk into his interior and place their legs into the leg holes and then the catplane lowers down to the ground on its own legs. The cats inside then sit down which causes their feet to fit perfectly into the slightly ovaled leg holes. The catplane then stood up, closed the door and flew off, but no legs are sticking out of the holes. This makes the second catplane more aerodynamic which will certainly allow it to fly farther.

I so wish I could draw that one.

Let's finish with the catplane. I think that's enough for now.

I'm on the west side of Barton Springs Pool and it's late...or early....not really sure but the surroundings are dark. The normal fences that encompass the pool don't seem to be effective barriers any longer as I watch a police car drive along the edges of the pool, patrolling the area for vandals and hooligans.
I happen to know someone is across the pool from where I'm standing and I wonder if the officer will notice and what he may try to do to stop the person. As I'm thinking this he turns on his spotlight and shines it across the way. Unfortunately his bean does not illuminate the person I can see and the officer eventually gives up his search.
While his light is on I can see his face and I recognize the officer as a man I know, a police officer in real life. I don't often get to see him in uniform and he appears more...sturdy, than I'm used to seeing him.
As he begins to drive off I turn on my small but powerful LED flashlight and point it across the pool. It's beam is far brighter than the officer's spotlight, I note with a mix of pride and sadness, and I can clearly see every detail, including the man lurking across the pool. He is dissheveled, tall and thin, and wearing a light grey casual business suit. His facial hair suggests he hasn't seen a mirror in quite some time and I suspect he in on the run from someone or something, a feeling which grows as I see him protectively clutching an object to his chest as though he feared its loss.
Out of kindness or pity I turn my light off but I can still see the man, the darkness which previously seemed pervasive now replaced by an odd twilight effect. I know this can't be real but I don't seem to be bothered by it all that much.
I wake up and the dream is replaced by the sound of traffic and construction equipment operating half-a-block away. Just a tiny dream.

I find myself on an errand downtown, possibly working for my last employer, visiting the State General Services building. In my dream the SGS is attached to the old Palm School Building which in real life is also state offices now. For some reason I have changed the word Palm to Psalm in the dream.

The building is very long and my destination is in the back somewhere. I never see myself fulfilling my errand but I know I was done and headed towards the back exit at the rear of the building. I pass several open areas to come to a large room with low white carpet and shelves along two of the walls. Across from me is a counter similar to the check-in counters you see in airports close to the entry gates. The woman stationed at the counter even resembles Zoe Saldana looking much like she did in the movie The Terminal.

To my left and slightly behind the counter is an exit door that I wanted to utilize but it is blocked by a bookcase, a clear indicator for 'no access.' I look at the woman and say, "I guess I can't go out that way, can I?" She replies, "No." as though she expected the question.

"I have to go back to the middle of the building, don't I?"

"Yeah." Again, the same disinterest in her reply, as though she had said it many times.

A mental map of the building appears in my head and I can see where the exit is, about one-third the length of the building back the way I came from. I start heading in that direction when things begin to get weird.

Walking out of the room at the end of the building I realize I'm no longer weaing my shoes, that somehow I had left them behind me when I first went into that area. Now that I've returned to where I left them I find a large cut in them as though a chain-saw had been brought down over them right in the middle.

Leaning down to pick them up I think, "I would never leave my shoes behind in an office-building, nor would I walk around without shoes, so I must be dreaming." I smiled and felt good at the thought, but even better when I realized I could fix my shoes. "It's a dream, I can fix this."

I closed my eyes and waved my hand over the shoes. When I opened my eyes the shoes were fixed and actually appeared brand new. What once were slightly dingy shoes are now bright white with red stripes along the sides. (I've never owned shoes with bright red stripes)

"Ha!" I think and almost say out loud. I'm very pleased with my actions and know it's time for action. I begin putting my shoes on in preparation for walking to the door but I'm having a little difficulty slipping them on and I'm eager to do other things. It occurs to me that putting my shoes on and taking that time may cause me to lose my lucidity. I briefly close my eyes to stabilize myself and reopen them, thinking, "I don't need shoes. It's a dream."

The first thought to next pop into my mind is to try flying. I head towards the area where the exit is and instead of using a door I walk right up to a plate glass window with the intention of going through it. Sadly I am stopped by the glass, my fingers making the familiar sound against the glass when large windows are contacted. The glass is cold...and solid.

I step back a bit, thinking,"Hmmmm.....I know I can do this...it's my dream." I launch myself forward and go right on through the window with no effort. I don't think I broke any glass but it must not have been an important detail.

I find myself flying over a downtown street so I climb up a bit higher to get above the buildings. I can see rooftops with people, chairs and air conditioning units on them. In the streets below cars move and I find myself marveling at the incredible detail my mind can create. Even the plants have movement, something I wasn't expecting.

Since I'm flying I want to take it as far as I can...but where to go? The first place that pops into my head is the San Francisco Bay Area where my dad lives, a familiar locale. Sticking my hands out in front of me I zoom off like a superhero, the ground whizzing by below me like a video on super fast-forward. Only a few seconds pass before I arrive overlooking the vast area from San Jose to Richmond that makes up the Bay Area.

As I was flying I could feel the wind against my fingertips as though I high-pressure air-hose was being applied to my skin. This was a unique sensation and unexpected, but cool, another thing I was pleased with my mind for.

Arriving in the Bay Area I find myself in a rather featureless room with a ceiling above me and painted moldings along the top edges of the walls. I decide as long as I'm dreaming I may as well phase through the ceiling. I push my hand up and into the wood, passing through as easily as my hand into water. "Nice," I think, I want to try this more.

I am now in the room above the previous one and I try to phase again but it doesn't work very well. I can get my hand partway through but I encounter resistance. I'm just beginning to ponder this when I wake up.


It was a really nice and long lucid, and the level of control was really amazing. :)

This was my shortest dream of the night but the most significant.

I find myself in a pine forest, an unknown setting for me. People are around but they seem to be keeping their distance as though they're waiting on something or afraid of me and the people closest to me. It turns out they have good reason as mystical powers are being worked with.

The teenage girl closest to me is dressed like Shiro from Deadman Wonderland.

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She is standing near a wall about three feet high that may be made from old railroad ties. Her arms are in front of her with her palms down as though to summon something. Beneath her hands are two white bars, each about six inches long, two inches wide and just over an inch high, stacked one on top of the other. My perspective is from slightly below her and in front of the low wall. Looking up at her I can see light bathing her from below as though the bars are radiating light...but more than that...waves of energy seem to be all around, as though power is being unleashed.

The girl is not as experienced as I am but I can see she definitely has power and potential. As her hands hover over the bars waves of new energy are released, enough to affect the very air like a strong wind. I'm eager to see if she will fully release the power from the bars.

The truly significant thing was the source of power in the bars was dream-power, something I knew to be known as Regional Dream Stabilization. The stronger the power of a dreamer the larger an area they could stabilize and control. The effect was radiant so worked in all directions from the source. I was really eager to see how the effect of her powers unfolded, and I wasn't alone. The others in the forest grove were also on edge waiting for something to happen.

And then I woke.

Once again I'm driving in north Austin. I appear to be on a road that parellels IH-35, possibly north Lamar the way it looked back in the early 90's. Brush and small trees line either side of the road and it almost has a rural feel despite being well inside the city.

I'm driving south along the road when I come upon a sidestreet that makes a T-intersection with the one I'm on and a lane curves into my lane to merge. Approaching the intersection I see a green pickup coming in from that lane and I speed up slightly to get ahead of the truck. Coming along side the truck I see the woman driving, an older woman with reddish hair. She sees me and speeds up to also get ahead.

I begin to become a little apprehensive as we are driving neck-and-neck along this two-lane road and the woman next to me is neither giving ground nor accelerating to get ahead of me. To keep both of us on the road I start crossing the yellow line into the opposing lane, thankfully devoid of traffic at this moment.

Without hint or warning the woman in the green truck slammed her vehicle into mine, forcing me off the road and into the small trees along the side. I look up to see her driving on but looking back at me with a winning grin. She looks like an odd mix between Cathy Bates and Bette Midler. She says something which I take to mean, "Better luck next time, catch me if you can!"

I'm angry but thankfully unhurt. My vehicle seems to be undamaged as I put it into reverse, confident my SUV can back up the small hill and get onto the road without difficulty. I put the vehicle into Drive and continue down the road where I can barely see her vehicle disappearing around a distant bend in the road.

Reaching the bend I look for the green truck but she has managed to elude me. Two other cars are now also on the road ahead of me having turned on from other streets. Passing the bedn I find I can go in two major directions and I pick the one I feel is more likely based on her speed. I'm still heading south when I come to another intersection. The road is visible for a long distance but the truck is gone. I find my hopes dwindling as I turn down a street that takes me slightly west, a road I've never ecplored before.

To my delight the road leads to a parking lot for a hidden park. Several acres of beautifully appointed land stretch out before me with lush trees and lawns. It truly is a hidden gem in the city, surrounded as it is by urban sprawl and developments of large neighborhoods.

To my left is a large pond, well-maintained and filled with plants. A few ducks call it home and seem to not mind people. In front of me, across the large lawn is a slight hill that leads into shadier areas of trees and dense growth clearly maintained as a place to feel a little more secluded from the open areas. A few people are scattered around walking peacefully and enjoying the serenity of the area.

To my right is a large white house with multiple levels and columns beneath a spacious deck overlooking the park. I suspect the owners are the ones who created this park as their property merges with the actual parkland.

I can't believe my luck in finding this place. Looking up to the treetops I can see the border between the park trees and the more scraggly ones that line a nearby neighborhood. This park seems to exist in a tiny valley between the road I was on and houses and business areas to the west. It's beautiful and as I walk out I think about bringing the kids to explore it soon.

Leaving the park I walk down a cruched-granite trail and past a gate that keeps the park animals inside during night hours and prevents most access. A small white maintenance shed is near the path though no people are near. To my right as I walk out I see a small bush with an odd-looking creature in it. Closer examination reveals the animal to be a small chihuahua perched on a branch as though it had been taking a nap. I pull out my phone so I can take a picture to show the DV-forum and attempt to take pictures but I am pressing the wrong button and nothing happens.

Realizing my error I push the correct button but now the animal is moving and making a meowing noise. I now see the animal as a small cat, and while it remains cute it is not particularly remarkable for a cat to be on a branch despite the bush being way too small to support the weight of such an animal. I put away my phone and continue on, knowing I will return soon with the kids.

I head on down the road but I can't recall now what happened next. :(

This dream didn't last long but it left quite an impression.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I appear to be at a resort judging by all the people inbathing suits and swim attire but I think of it more like a compound. The womanin the blue bikini is telling people something about an approaching WILD and weneed to be prepared for its eventuality. To me it just seems like a normaloccurrence though people near me are clearly agitated.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I called it a compound because the ‘resort’ is surrounded bya large concrete wall, the kind of wall that isn’t meant to look confining butin reality is a foot thick and reinforced. The setting seems tropical but thepalm trees can’t compete with the view of the woman in the blue bikini. She isin charge and stunning, a powerful combination.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Almost like a Dream Guide, I think.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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Another chat/fOrceez dream fragment.

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This dream had a lot of detail but I edited some out for taste (disturbing) and I wasn't lucid anyway.

Weird how every time I dream of my old house now the house is broken in some way.

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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I am back at the house I used to live in, and like so manyof my recent dreams the house is in need of serious repair. Parts of the houseare missing or crumbling in decay. The neighbor’s house, like mine, needsrepair and is missing a whole room though it is expected be remodeled soon. I head over to their house and sit in theliving room to watch some TV with my kids and their family. For some reason I have a plastic bag filledwith sand that I’m taking care of. I have no idea why I would walk around witha bag of sand.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I head out and I’m in the street watching the road forsomeone to arrive. Instead of who I’m expecting the neighbor’s wife shows upand starts coming on to me, trying to sit on my lap. Ultimately I push her offand head back to her house to retrieve my bag of sand.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Inside the scene changes and I’m watching TV in a differentroom than before. A black rap group shows up and I put on a song we used toplay a lot. Suddenly we are all singing along and having a great time. I’mthankful the rappers remember me and appreciate my enthusiasm for their music.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I met my teammate in the competition! We had a lucid talk about dreams and the competition points! Neat!

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I am at the mall on the second-floor leaning over a rail andlooking out over a open-area with people walking around with their purchases.Sivason walks up and I immediately recognize him, becoming lucid at the samemoment. He is wearing robes and reminds me of Noah for some reason though in myhead I think his dress is more like Moses. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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Yes. I peed on my son's Playstation 2.

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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I went to south Texas, presumably to visit my long-deadrelatives who lived down there. I know I was looking forward to seeing mygrandmother, an odd feeling. Still, Iseemed to be visiting some unknown relatives that were part of the family,people I had never met but had been given info on.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walked to the house and went in, asking to use theirbathroom. I knew they would let me because I was family. I hate using thebathroom of strangers but I really had to go.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Closing the door and sitting on the toilet I began to pee. Iheard a sound to my right and realized the man of the house was in the shower.Goody, I definitely didn’t want to be seen by him but as I think this he opensthe shower door and looks at me. I actually hid my face because I felt sodisgusted at his stare. He closed the shower door and went back to hisactivity.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]When I’m done I head right out of the house to the frontyard. As I approach my vehicle I can see it has been damaged by fire andpossibly collision. I realize this is what they were talking about when theysaid something was wrong. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Pulling out my hotel information I make my way back to whereI’m staying. It is some considerable distance and I’m tired and glad to bethere after such a long walk. My hotelis a two-story lodge, common to any medium-sized populace. I think my room ison the second floor.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I head to my room and open the door. It’s nice and quiet,the way I like it. This is odd because my kids are now following me as I headout to the balcony. I am vaguely surprised to see them but they show no interestin visiting with me. As if by magic friends appear out of nowhere, other kidsthey met at the hotel visiting from other balconies. My daughter has friends her age (odd to see themout at night) and my older son has a friend over as well. They engage eachother eagerly and take no notice of me. I head back inside.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the room (which now appears to be a spacious 2-storyroom) is a teen girl standing outside the bathroom waiting on someone. She isdressed like some kind of goth with a long black skirt, black top, too much palemakeup and too many jingly bracelets and other adornments. I assume she knowsmy son and I wish she would leave. I really need to pee.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Deciding I can no longer wait on the person in the bathroomI look around for an alternative. I see my son’s Playstation 2 sitting on acoffee table next to the television and I head over to it. Glancing briefly atthe goth-girl and deciding I don’t care what she thinks I pull my pants downand squat over the game-machine. Peeing is quite a relief and I can see theliquid running into the box around the laser assembly. My relief turns to panicas the box fills and overflows, piss running onto the table and a little bit onmy leg. “Oh yeah”, I think…”the PS2 doesn’t have the extra storage that the PS3has. I should have used a PS3.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Someone walks out of the door at the far end of the room andI know that’s where I need to go. He walks through the room and out to the hallI came from but as he opens that door a zombie comes in. The zombie triggers mylucidity and I know I’m dreaming of something my son talked about, theimpending Zombie Apocalypse. I should feel scared by the sight but it is onlyone zombie after all.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m starting to turn away as I see several more peopleheaded into the room, by mistake I suspect, and I know they can handle thezombie. My lack-of concern is quickly replaced by trepidation as I realize I’mnow facing five zombies from the direction of the hall and perhaps I shouldexit. I turn and behind me is another zombie arriving from the direction I wantto go.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We dance around a table and I know he’s not a problem for mebut I can’t figure a way out. His neck is bulging as if inflated and he iscoated with a green ooze that vaguely resembles a liquid-like form of rubbercement. I am mildly repulsed.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I make a dash for it towards the door I want to head for andhe follows. I know I’m stronger than him and I easily block him from getting tome but he is strong and the feel of his muscles under the green ooze is alittle unnerving. I manage to push himoff a couple times but I know he will get to me.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Remembering that I’m dreaming and I can’t actually be harmedI stop in the hallway and let him come. He attempts to bite but nothinghappens. I just stand there and let him do as he wishes for a minute. It eventickles.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I start walking away as he stares at me dumbfounded, an oddlook for a zombie. I am invincible now and I really want to fly away, despitebeing in a building. I leap towards the air, one hand up like superman and flyup beyond where the ceiling should be, a dark void of space opening up for meto play with. I feel like a real superhero.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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My daughter prompted this fragment.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m dreaming about the Lizards of National Geographic, aprogram prompted by my daughter’s interest in reptiles. The visuals cyclethrough several creatures form the book though all are on television. They’repretty cool.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I have had a lot of dreams about chat lately. fOrceez also appears in a few of them. Weird.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m dreaming about the DreamViews chat and I am responsiblefor setting the channel modes. I’m used to the bots doing it but I really wantto take a turn and have a little fun with it. First I change the mode to+funsta but it isn’t what I expected so I change the mode to +42, a littleHitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy joke. I see that fOrceez is in the channel andI change the mode for him to +StepOnTheGas which seems appropriate for him andhis upbeat nature.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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