The Cusp

Fragments: Broadsword Class

I'm in my high school gym class, and we're having broadsword battles. The one battle I'm currently watching has been going on for over 40 minutes when it finally comes to an end. I'm up next, but there is only 20 minutes of class left, not enough time for an epic sword fight. The teacher asks us to complete our match on our own time after school. I think that would get me arrested.


Fragments: Sloan Concert
I'm at a Sloan concert, but I can only see one member of the band onstage, and 2 fat chicks running the show. I go closer to the stage and see the other members backstage, playing instruments behind the curtains. I walk back to my seat and see Steele sitting there. We leave the concert and I try to tell him I saw Dave there, but can't remember his name.

Gems of Power
Clarity: 7/10
Importance:5/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm working in a warehouse with some other guys, all of us new to the job. We're cleaning out the leftover crap from the company that just left this building. There are other guys there walking out with dollies full of files. We go out back and find the parking garage full of more files. The boss tells us to move them out front, but I want to leave them for the other crew. He makes us do it anyways.

Out front, I find the files we've brought there have all tipped over and spilled all over the place. I have an "I told you so" moment, but the boss makes us clean it up. As we clean, two guys in black show up and begin attacking us. I defeat them, and they drop a little flat house shaped ornament full of tiny gems. I begin picking out the gems, notice some larger ones, and then a very large one help by a little figure on the roof. The largest gem has a ribbon attached to it.

Two more guys attack me with super powers, but the ribbon gem renders me invulnerable to their attack. I fight the two guys, imbued with other super powers from the other smaller gems. I have super speed that marks my movement with cool vector graphics, and all kinds of other powers from my gem collection. My opponents have powers as well, but I defeat them easily.

The enemy dealt with, I begin to pick up more tiny gems off the pavement. I explain to my co workers that the real reason they are here is so we can form a team with the special powers these gems grant us. Next thing I know, we're in a monastery where we will be trained by monks.

The monk lays out several of the gems on the ground along with some mundane items like paper and string, and tells us we must figure out how to activate the gems. I find this odd since I was just using them and all I needed to do was have them in my possession. But I start to fumble with the paper trying to figure out this puzzle. And that's when a bunch of guys attack us. Those tricky monks set up that attack so we would be forced to figure out to use the gems!

I have a fascination with gemstones in my dreams, not for the monetary value, but for the geometry.

Strange Atmosphere
Clarity: 8/10
Importance: 6/10
Sleep: Nap
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm in a bar with my brother, but sitting alone and not drinking. Sue, who's working the bar, buys me a drink, and I wonder if she's hitting on me. I go outside, walk for a bit, then want to return to the bar. I run down a grassy hill towards it. Along the way I pass another bar and grab the corner of it, dragging the whole bar towards the one at the bottom of the hill. The bar I'm pulling begins to slide and it's corner collides with the corner of the other bar. Everyone on the patio spills their drinks from the impact, and I try haft heartedly to tell them about me dragging the other bar here.

I hit it off with this one girl, and we're having a good time when this bitch comes up and tries to ruin it. She says something about the girl I'm with being friends with my older sister from their college days (don't have a sister), and she's breaking some rule or trust being with me. We ignore her.

The girl I'm with comments on the strange atmosphere, and I notice it too. "It's almost like something is about to happen" I say. That something is a small army of sentient lawnmowers that cruise around outside. The lawnmowers encounter a group of zombies, and the lawnmowers and zombies pair off and begin to dance.

I'm now walking down the city street, and that strange vibe is still in the air. I cut through a path in the bushes and encounter a strange creature, so I back off to the street again. There I a evil looking 40 foot giant with elvish features, and retreat back to the bushes to hide from it. That first creature is gone, and I cut through some yards and back to the street away from the giant. I reason that these strange creatures are from a movie poster I saw, and I'm somehow playing out the story.

As I continue my walk down the street, I see a large transport truck collide with a tanker carrying gasoline, one of three gas tankers in a row. The impact ruptures the tank, and gas begins to gush everywhere. I see some flames, and fearing the coming explosion, run the hell out of there. I hear the explosion behind me and a sewer lid in front of me explodes upwards with a blast coming out of the sewer.

I continue walking down the street at night and notice my shoes are like wooden clogs, only made of large hollowed out carrots. Shortly after, that peculiar atmosphere tips me off that I'm dreaming!

Lacking clear lucid goals, I just force myself to levitate and take off on the first attempt. I rise higher and higher, starting to move forward slowly until I lose my power of flight and crash to the ground. My bare feet slap the pavement painfully on impact. I think of summoning some shoes, or finding a place to get some, then think that's a dumb idea. I don't really need shoes, and the pain I felt can be avoided by not thinking about my bare feet.

To prove that point, I fix my attention on a car driving down the street towards me. I run towards the car, jump into the air, and drop kick the windshield, putting a large hole in it. I felt nothing on my bare feet this time. To further test this out, I kick at the jagged edges of the windshield with my bare feet, making the hole bigger. Maintaining the proper focus, I still feel nothing.

Another car is driving down the road towards me, and I charge towards it and slam into the front with my shoulder. The car stops dead, the back end lifting up then crashing back down. Having sufficiently flexed my lucid muscle, I take to the skies again and fly around.

I fly through a window into someone's apartment, expecting them to freak on me, but nobody is home. I walk through the apartment into the hall and my lucidity ends. I now think this is the building I live in, and go to my apartment. There is some dream unstability with the layout, rooms changing and not connecting properly.

I go to my bedroom, and it's really tiny, just room for the bed. On the floor is a machettee with the ends of peperonis stuck to the blade. I think it's gross I left meat on the floor and begin cleaning it up. Then I clean my bed and large amounts of dust come off the blankets.

Nazi Time Machine
Clarity: 7/10
Importance:7/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm in the heart of a Nazi territory, and I see Hitler himself walking down the hall. Hitler enters a room and gets his scientists to fire up a machine. The machine comes to life and produces a round electric blue ball of sparks in a chamber. I'm not sure what this device does until I see Hitler walking down the hall with an older version of himself from the future. It's a time machine! I wonder if there is an older version of me wandering around in this time line somewhere.

Hitler orders me to stand guard at the end of the hallway and not let anyone in while they do their experiments. I take my position and try to look tough with my arms folded across my chest. But I see everyone in uniform, which I'm not wearing, and think that's not a very militaristic pose. I put my arms down straight and wonder how I'm going to stop these Nazis with guns if they want to get by me.

The door I'm guarding is in a class room full of young Nazi kids. When the teacher sees me, she asks if they're doing the experiments in there, and nods her head when I tell her yes.

A large Dolph Lundrum looking dude enters from the experimental side and tells me to follow him. Me and several other people follow him into the time machine and we find ourselves back in the past, in my hometown. Dolph points out a large abandoned mansion, and says it's Hitler's house. I recognize it, but never saw anyone living in it growing up. We enter and Dolph gives us the tour, pointing out elaborate stone work that broke building codes, which was why the house was never finished. I tell him I knew that, because I was the one who put in the floors.

Wanting to show my up for being a smartass, Dolph walks up to me and opens a secret hatch in the floor, swinging so it hits me as he opens it and bowling me over. We all go downstairs where Dolph and some scientists enter a lab room full of equipment. Once the machinery is up and running, Dolph begins killing all the scientists. I watch as he snaps that last woman's neck and then turns his sights on me.

I'm aware I have radioactive spider powers, but since I'm not in costume, I run. Dolph catches me outside, but I manage to bash his head in with a brick. I run back into the house where Dolph follows and corners me with the last female survivor of our group. As Dolph grabs me, I realize I don't need my costume to activate my spider powers and I quickly overpower him. Spider powers for the win!

Monday, October 4th, 2010

Hunting a Crime Lord
Clarity: 4/10
Importance:3/10
Sleep: OK
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm down by the yacht club with some guys, trying to find a crime boss so we can take revenge on him. I think he might be doing drugs in a party fort I remember from a previous dream, but then we catch a break and someone hands us 4 tickets and a picture of the guy we're looking for.

We walk to a secluded path in the woods that is guarded by several asian men. We give them our tickets and the let us pass. Down the path, we find a black market bazaar. There are drugs for sale, black market goods, prostitutes everywhere. It's an all around cool place!

We spend days walking up and down that bazaar, showing the picture and asking if anyone knows him. Everyone is pretty tight lipped, and we only get a few clues to his location. But on the 4th day we hit the jackpot, and someone with a grudge against the guy gives us his exact location.

Strangers
Clarity: 5/10
Importance:5/10
Sleep: OK
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm hanging out with a group of people I don't know, and they want to go out on the town. I tell them we can use my car, and we all pile in and go over to a hospital to visit one of their friends. Once inside his hospital room, the people begin filling up fat syringes with smoke and breathing them in. The room is littered with these smoke filled syringes, and as I pick one up to inspect it, they give me shit to keep it down so we don't get caught. The stupid door is wide open, they're not trying to hide them, and the have the nerve to give me shit! I don't know what kind of crazy drugs they're smoking, but I want no part of it.

Next several of the girls decide to practice dancing. Two of them are rather clumsy, but one is an olympic class dancer.

Then I'm talking with Albert about Andrew, and how those drugs have completely changed him and warped his mind.

Fragments: Spurned 1
I'm playing a video game, but the shifting nature of dreams makes the rules of the game less than stable. Assigning and dispatching heroes and troops doesn't exactly make a lot of sense, and as soon as I think I have a handle on it, the rules change. Before I've fully grasped the rules, I'm attacked by another player, Jenny O. She's relentless and attacks me over and over again.

Spurned 2
Clarity: 4/10
Importance:2/10
Sleep: Poor
Sleep Position: Unknown

Jenny O is being really vicious, yelling at me and turning all her friends against me. The lynch mob keeps growing as I try to leave and get away from this bullshit. Finally, a couple of guys in her corner decide to try and get violent. They attack but I take them out without effort. Yet more guys threaten violence, but I'm not worried in the least and try to point out how easily I dealt with the last two,

I again hurry to leave, but the lynch mob follows, yelling at me. Then 4 of them wheel in on motorbikes, but the guys riding them are like cyborgs. One has chains with spiked iron balls in the end for arms, and the others have various limbs replaced with various weapons as well. As the ball and chain one drives by me, I grab his chain arm and use it take out all of them in one mighty swing. The bikers break apart like they were made of lego, their weaponized limbes flying off.

I keep going, trying to get away, and have almost made it off the military base. As I cut through a foot path, I see what at first appear to be zombies rising out out of the ground all around me. But as I look closer they are some kind of cross between zombies and flesh eating plants, writhing around in the darkness. I book out of there.

There is now someone running with me, and we come to a field at the school. As we turn the corner of some bushes, there is a humongous UFO above us. We hide in the bushes to avoid being seen by it's occupants. It try to get a better look at the UFO, but it's just a huge dark shapeless mass in the sky. I can't exactly see it, but it's presence is overwhelming.


Fragments: Publishing a Comic
I have a comic book I've come up with based on some characters from a game I was playing, and the comic was backed and published by Betty White. She wend ahead and printed the first issue without much input from me, letting the artist have his way with it. I think that worked out better than if I had been involved.

I have the initial batch of comics in a bag but when I show them to someone, he says it's the same page printed over and over. I look and one comic has all page 1, the next has all page 2, the next all page 3, and so one. The ones after that have random colors, some are black and white, some have only one color. It's a printing catastrophe.

Fragment: Church
Joel and I are going for a drive looking for a place to happen. We randomly come to a church and enter. The place is packed and I think it's one of those churches where people pass on the force by touch. As soon as we enter I see Manya and try to point her out to Joel, but he doesn't notice.

We try to find seats, Joel ahead of me, but I have a hard time keeping up. There are random chairs in the aisle, and as I try to pass them my foot gets caught. Joel takes a seat, and the only seat I can find is in the band section, composed of guitars and various wind instruments.


Fragment: Drunk Wedding
Gary and I have been out drinking, where Gary hooked up with this cute Asian girl, and in their drunken state, they got married. The next morning as we're sobering up, Gary's wife seems a little freaked. I give her a hug to comfort her, and not taking their marriage too seriously, begin to feel her up.

Our friends are making a mess of the house. Kate from the Drew Carrey show pours pickle juice into the coffee claiming it's a hangover cure, and spills both all over the floor. I find this disrespectful since we're in someone's grandmother's house.


Fragment: Threesome
Lisa suddenly give me a dirty look, the good kind, indicating she wants to please me. Then she gives the same look to the girl next to me, and I'm like WOW!


Fragment: School/Work
I'm at school, where my bedroom is located in the back, scoring a potential sanding job. At first it was to sand the halls, but then it shifts to sanding these art projects made out of parquet.

Work and school are interchangeable in my dreams.

Between Worlds
Clarity: 5/10
Importance:4/10
Sleep: OK
Sleep Position: Left Side (Right Brain)

I'm in England with some guy, and he calls for a halt by the roadside next to someone's yard. We squat down on our haunches waiting for something. Behind us in the yard,there is a gardening show taking place. I hear the announcer talk about daisies, but the yellow flowers I see don't look like daisies. They work at setting there flowers up to thrive in the yard, but at the end, the wife of the guy who owns the property and was letting them do the show had other plans for the yard that completely undid all their efforts.

I get tired of sitting by the road and want to explore this new country. From what I can see from the roadside, this place might as well be my home. There are two paths behind me that lead into the woods and I follow one. Down the path the tree are all twisted and gnarled, with stone fences and structures mixed in with them. I has a fairy tale feel to it.

I go back to get the guy with me and convince him we should explore the country side. But when we return down the path, it's getting dark and we can't see anything. We return to the house we're staying at, and end up getting chased out and back to our own universe. Turns out we weren't just in another country, but also in a parallel Universe.

I need to return to that parallel universe, and can do so using certain items imbued with random powers like in the TV show the Lost Room. My parents drive me to antique shop where they own one of these items. I was here before and it took a lot of convincing for them to let me use theirs. The object here is a glove that looks like Michael Jackson's which transports you to the other universe when you put it on. The glove doesn't come with you.

I enter the building and the couple greet me, then inform me that their glove was stolen. I ask them if they want me to get it back, but they don't want it anymore. Too many people seeking it out. There is another object I can use, a playing card, but it's not as good as the glove. The card always puts you in the same place in the other universe, while the glove puts you in the place you used it from.

As I'm about to leave, the wife tells me she's discovered more objects, a glass sheet that makes you taller. She brought it up because she saw my mother in the car, who is very short. She shows me the supposed object, a sheet of dirty cracked glass. Then shows me others, a comb that removes earwax, ect. I get the feeling she's just trying to pawn off her junk on me.

End Times
Clarity: 4/10
Importance:3/10
Sleep: OK
Sleep Position: Unknown

The world is ending, sort of. I see to be the only person who's planning on surviving, but I'm not clear on whether that's going to be on the ruined earth of in space somewhere. Either way, I fill up several 2 litre pop bottles with water and grab as much food as I can carry.

The time comes, and I'm standing next to some sort of tall demon/monster thing. The earth begins to crumble and fall away beneath us in chunks. The monstrosity and I are left standing at the edge of a cliff, and we know the ground beneath us will fall away too. The monstrosity says falling down will give him a good view of the earth being destroyed.

The ground give way beneath us and we fall. As I fall, I see all the waters of the earth being compressed far below me into a glowing white singularity, accompanied by a voice like in a nature documentary describing the process. The waters expand again into a large sphere, and the remaining debris of the falling earth rains down into it creating new land masses.

The monster and I both land on this pristine new world. All pollution is gone now. The planet has been reborn fresh and pristine.

Rockin'
Clarity: 8/10
Importance:6/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm at a music festival. I know Gord Downie and the Country of Miracles are playing, but I don't plan on seeing them because I don't really like Gord's solo stuff. But the band I'm currently watching is really awful. So awful in fact, that they get pulled off the stage, and replaced with Gord Downie. I'm surprised to see a crackhead I know take the stage with them on the guitar.

So they start playing, and to my surprise, it's awesome! Song after song and it's all great. They even play some Tragically Hip songs like "Looking for a Place to Happen". After the show concludes, I walk away from the stage and see a woman rolling a joint. I approach her and ask if she has an extra nug she can sell me. Turns out she has lots. She hand me a nice looking bud, only a couple of grams worth. When I ask her how much, she tells me 50 bucks. I'm offended by the high price and we get into an argument. She's really rude and I tell her I might just keep it without paying her anything.

Her boyfriend shows up, an ugly old dude, and shoves me. He talks crap until I finally hit him, but my punch is weird, kinda slow and no power. The guy, who now has crutches, comes at me trying to use one of his crutches as a weapon. I grab his other crutch and wield it like a staff, nailing him in the head over and over, but still I'm landing weak blows.

I'm now concerned with my lack of punching prowess. I toss aside the crutch and decide to focus on the basics. Since my form is fine, I focus on drawing power from speed. I punch him a few more times, and my punches are improved, but they still don't feel right.

Bow Craft
Clarity: 5/10
Importance:4/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

Some local kids come to my door to show my their weapons. They have some swords and bows, although their bows are rather small and crappy. I take out my bows to show them and try to draw the string, but I can barely move it. I keep trying and eventually get the bow to give a little, but when I release it, the bow doesn't spring back and the string just sags. That's weird, I think, so I go to my room to fetch my other bow.

I enter to find two of the kids running around in my room, and that angers me. I yell at them and chase literally chase them out. My brother chastises me for being so mean.

In my room I see an empty case of beer, but it's full of melted ice. I worry it's going to soak through the cardboard and spill, but when I inspect it, it's not leaking. It must have been made to hold ice. But when I try to pick it up, the corner rips and water floods everywhere. I grab towels and blankets to soak up the water so it doesn't ruin the hardwood, but the more I try to clean it, the more water there is.

Water Park
Clarity: 4/10
Importance:2/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm at a water park with friends from high school. We run around the facility and I recognize areas from a previous dream. The bunch of us go on a ride aboard this huge wooden raft like boat down a river. Everything is fine until I spot this huge violent waterfall. I fully expect us to plunge over the falls and have the boat crash beneath the water nose first. But when we go over, the boat glides slowly though the air like it's made of light styrofoam, and we gently touch down in the water.

The ride stops for a moment and we disembark. We're waiting for it to start again, but the employees have all gone left. I see the other boats ahead of us traveling down the river. I walk back to the building that contains the change room to get my close, but it too is closed and there are no lights on. Several other people show up who want in.

I begin to worry because my wallet, clothes and car keys are in there. Someone tries the door and it's unlocked, we we all head to the change room and get our stuff out of the lockers. I can't seem to find the right locker.

Home
Clarity: 7/10
Importance:4/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I go out into the backyard to smoke some tobacco through a bong. I try to stay out of sight because it looks funny and I don't want the neighbours to see, but someone moved the table out in the open. There is a round patch of dead grass, dirt and ants where the table was before.

My father comes out and informs me he moved the table. As we walk across the dead patch, our feet sink deep into the ground. It's very soft. Where our feet sank in, an infestation of ants and insects bursts our of the ground from our foot prints. It's disgusting, and my father says we're going to have to tread the whole yard with pesticides.

I know where they are, and go into the basement to fetch the bottle. I enter a room and see it's set up like a laundry mat, with very old washers and dryers and a stack of wire carts suspended from the ceiling. I think it's a very cool find, left behind by the previous owners of the house, and I wander around inspecting things before I decide to lay down for a nap.

My nap is interrupted by voices calling me, and I remember we are supposed to have family visiting. My aunt is in the doorway and I feel a cat curled up on my head. I begin to yell "Cat on my head! Cat on my head!" after an old Kids in the Hall sketch. The cat very friendly, practically hugging me. It tucks it's head in the nape of my neck and begins to make a horribly strange sound.

The Wager
Clarity: 7/10
Importance:4/10
Sleep: Nap
Sleep Position: Right Side (Left Brain)

I'm driving with my boss, some bald guy in a cowboy hat, when we pull over because we're having problems with the truck. We stop in front of a hair dressing salon, and a friendly hair dresser takes a look under our hood. She identifies the problem, pointing out several plastic containers of yellow fluid underneath a cover plate, and says something like they've lost their acidity.

Luckily for us, she has just the thing to fix it. She opens the plate covering the fluid to reveal a barrel of yellow liquid. She spray and aerosol into the liquid, and it immediately begins to roil and bubble, turning a bright blue. The violent chemical reaction subsides, and the fluid goes back to yellow. She pours the rest of her can into the barrel, this time changing it back to the blue color it's supposed to be.

She then tells us the mechanic (now there's a garage in the building) has offered us a little wager. If the boss can guess how many needles are on a pine branch she shows us. She then informs us the mechanic has decided to sweeten the deal, saying he'll give us 245 dollar is the boss guesses it even remotely close to the actual number.

The boss and I discuss this wager in private, and he looks a lot like general Hammond from the original Stargate series. I inform him that the wager is for 245 dollars every week, but if he loses, he has to pay the mechanic every week. The boss thinks it over, especially if he looses, and says "That's 10-15% of what I make selling those creatures."

I now see the mechanic and a bunch of cowboyish looking guys in a rocky desert. One says "That's too easy! You've got a shiny silver target dead center", and others argue that it's not that easy a shot. I then see a small rectangular mirror hanging from a chain in front of a rocky outcrop of stone. The wager has morphed into if the boss can hit that mirror with a bow and arrow, and he's supposed to be a pretty good shot.

Next I'm leading the boss towards the target and the men. The boss is collared and and I'm holding a thick metal chain attached to the collar high in the air, to give the impression he's a mad dog. It's an entrance like from a wrestling match.

The phone rings and wakes me before the contest concludes.

The Crack Cabin
Clarity: 6/10
Importance:3/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I cut class and end up at a cabin in the woods inhabited by petty criminals. They inhabitants are into everything from stealing drugs to releasing clouds of poison gas in balloons shaped like Japanese cartoon animals. What gets these criminals busted is that they robbed a photo finishing place, took all the photos, and are calling the people who own them up and trying to sell them their own photographs.

The police show up and escort me outside so they can bust the criminals. There are two police officers, and two criminals inside with shotguns. The crooks and cops face off, the cops trying to get back inside and the crooks trying to shoot them, and trying to shoot me.

I try to stay against the outside of the cabin wall, away from any windows, but there are too many windows and small openings where the bad guys are pointing shot guns at me. I'm a little annoyed at the cops for dragging me into this situation, it's 2 vs 2 (I don't have a gun), and the odds of the police winning is only 50%. What's more, the criminals seem to be targeting only me.

No matter where I try to hide, the crooks get an angle on me with their shotguns. I get fed up with this and charge inside the cabin towards one of the criminals. I knock his shotgun aside, punch him in the face and grab his gun. Then I proceed to bash his head in with the butt end of the shotgun. Then I turn and blast the other one away.

Aquatic Uncles
Clarity: 6/10
Importance: 3/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

It's the final days of summer, I'm in a boat with my brother and my uncle Rick, and we pull up to the shore of a cabin. I grab a radio from the back of the boat but the batteries die, and I complain loudly how boring this is. My uncle not wanting us to be bored takes us back in the boat and we look for something more fun to do.

We pass the area where the crack cabin from the previous dream was located, and I begin to tell my brother about it. Then I see a scene where the crooks were supposed to have released the poison gas, only it wasn't them. It a much larger and more sinister organization, and the petty crooks who took the wrap for it are on the ground spasming from the poison gas.

We stop under the bridge spanning between Quebec and Ontario to look for some rapids. Unfortunately, the water levels are too low, and the rapids are pretty tame. So tame there are a bunch of small children playing in them. I inspect the area a little, and it would have been an awesome swimming spot if the water was higher, but now it just sucks.

I get my uncle to take us home, and we leave the boat and get into his truck. At the first stoplight we come to, I see my uncle Dennis waiting to cross the street in one of his many tye dyed tee-shirts. I get out and stand on the other side of the street, also wearing on of the tye dies he made.

Dennis and his friends cross the street, and they hand me something that looks like a shotgun. I stare through the barrel, and notice it's a little thick, and there are additional barrels branching off it at weird angles. It doesn't really seem like a real gun, when they tell me it's for shooting fireworks and ask if I want to try it. Awesome! Now that sound like fun!

I follow them back down to the marina where we pile into a boat. As we get onto some kind of highway for boats, I notice 30 foot waves around the bend of the bay. I try to tell the others, but we've started going really fast in the wrong direction. We're in the wrong lane, going dangerously fast with all the other boats coming straight at us.

Again I try to warn the others of the huge waves, but they don't hear me. Then up ahead I see a huge wall of water. The other boaters in front of the wave try to wave at us to stop, but we crash right into it like a ramp and fly through the air. The boat traffic beneath us is tightly packed and we just narrowly miss landing on another boat as we come down.

Again I see a wall of water ahead of us, and again the other boaters try to wave us off. But we hit the giant wave at incredible speeds and launch ourselves high into the air. This time we do land on another boat, crushing it's passengers, and bounce off into something akin to a gutterball lane.

We try to help the injured and we all walk back to the beginning of the water road at the marina. There is a crowd of people standing outside, and some hippie chick is asking people if they want a cinnamon Q-tip. I try one and it tastes pretty good. I ask her if she made them herself, and she looks embarrassed. Then I see a commercial for cinnamon Q-tips.

Season of the Witch
Recall: 5/10
Importance:8/10
Sleep: OK
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm at an older woman's house who happens to be a witch. Her powers are summoning roots that entangle her victims, but she seems to be having control issues. I hear her panicking outside and rush out to see her root powers are out of control and have entangled her children, and her along with them.

I immediately recognize this problem as rampant emotions coupled excessive attention on the roots, causing them to grow out of control. I rush over and begin to calm her down, stroking her hair and redirecting her attention towards me. It works, and the roots recede from her children. I'm impressed by her root powers and she's impressed by my knowledge of control. We grow very close after discovering our new shared interest.

Her husband is evil, but he dies. He's dead, but not gone. I can see his spirit or ghost standing next to us, but don't let on that I can see him. The angry spirit takes swipes at me, but I do my best to pretend he's not there. Finally the ghost of the husband wanders off elsewhere, and I use that opportunity to tell the woman her husband is still here. She doesn't take the news very well, especially since she can't see him, but she now has the upper hand because the ghost doesn't know that we know he's there.

I begin to gather my belongings to leave, and the witch woman gives me a book and a pamphlet with some instructions, along with a pair of her panties to remember her by. I begin to search the house for three baseball gloves I left there, and make several sweeps of the house without finding them. The meddlesome ghost keeps trying to hide the book and instructions the witch gave me, but I always manage to retrieve them. As I search, the witch's children begin to have their powers go wild, manifesting poltergeist activity. Again I diffuse the situation, then realize my search for my material possessions is pointless. I take the gifts given to my by the witch and leave.

Once away from the ghost who followed me for a bit, I check out the instructions on the pamphlet. It's a series of ritual tasks I have to complete in order to become a witch myself or perhaps to accomplish something. I follow the instructions which eventually bring my to a coven for training and initiation. The girl in charge there tells me it's time for the orgy, involving 8 women, but she forgot to invite the men. As the females file into the room, I consider if I'm up for it. I had been having sex with that older witch all day, but I seem to be hard so I follow the women into the room.

There is some magic, some sex, some rituals, some joint smoking, and I knock more tasks off me list. Next I must defeat an opponent, a humongous bald guy. I dispatch my foe easily using magic powers, with no effort at all.

I'm having a lot of dreams lately where I exercise great dream control, but it doesn't tip me off that I'm dreaming. The problem is I believe life is a dream and dream control applies to RL the same as it does in dreams.