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2012-01-08 10:03 am
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Dream 1/7/12-1/8/12 Port Forwarding and Promotion

So you know how you dream more than once in a night and usually they're different dreams? Oh, well you do. Now you know.

SO! The first dream I had tied in with me trying to figure out how to port forward my router. I looked up directions on port forwarding yesterday (so I can remote into my computer from my phone) and was going to start messing around with it - randomly plug numbers into the port forwarding list - but I didn't know the username and the password was so far away in the game room on Jake's computer. So instead I just left it for another day. In the dream, Nick came over (not NY Nick, Nick of Nick & Dan) and explained the 1 or 2 things I had questions on and I figured out how to do it myself. Damn neat!

The second dream was about the compensation email I sent my supervisor last week. I have a one-on-one with her this coming week and she sent the meeting notification with the meeting place as my cube unless I wanted a meeting room and if so, she'd arrange for one. So I emailed her and said that I planned on bringing up compensation to ensure my additional responsibilities matched my compensation. I ran into her as she was walking out of the bathroom and said that she's pretty sure that she's not allowed to talk about what's going on with that until it's more finalized, but "[my] extra work is not going unnoticed." So yay. Now for the dream followup. I'm at work and for some reason we're in the Dome (under the building, basically between Dodge & the building) and the department is announcing promotions and pay increases and stuff. Which they actually don't do. So it's announced that with my technology background, I'll be working with Nintendo on a food & fitness activity program in the Dome (which is where the cafeteria is). I work in the finance division...the Wii is apparently financey.

Afterwards, our regular group of people plus some extras (I think it was everyone who was here on New Years) went out  to eat. The place we wanted to go had a huge wait or wasn't open or something. So we went to the place next door which had big tables with huge booths, and the walls were pretty much plastered with mirrors. The tables were super shiny so everything reflected. It was a surf and turf kind of place. I had steak and crab. 
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2012-01-06 04:46 am
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Dream 1/5/12-1/6/12 Involving Thugs & Morning Musume

 For some reason Jessica, Rip, and I were sneaking around a gangster family's house while they were out or were busy. We're looking for some kind of incriminating evidence of thug-like activity. They come home and we're running from room to room trying to find a room that has a window or door that leads outside that doesn't have an alarm on it or isn't locked. After much crouching behind tall plants and staying one step ahead of their progression through the house, we finally make it to a bedroom where if we take off fast we can make it through the wall.

So Rip gets out what seem to be 20 hexagonal shaped fireworks, the kind that emit showers of gold sparks, configures them in tiered rows, and buries them angled then covers it up with white cloth. Because the "carpet" in the bedroom is dirt and grass. What's supposed to happen is when you light one firework, they're rigged so they all go off and will propel you through the wall (or something). It doesn't work, though. Rip's not happy because he'd either done this before or seen it done. 

By this time the thugs know there're intruders and they suspect someone is trying to sabotage the wedding of the thug daughter (in whose room we hide). So Rip, who apparently works for them, leaves to look for us. I light the fireworks manually to make sure they're not duds. They're not so I turn them face down again in hopes of being propelled through the wall. No dice. 

At this point Jessica & I notice there's an apartment style window (side sliding, not top/bottom sliding) with no screen. Escape! Rip is "searching" outside the window. I open it and ask if it's ok to go out & run away. He says there's too much activity out there and he'll signal when it's okay. By this time the thugs have done a room by room search and it's this room's turn. We hide between the bed & the wall and squeeze under the bed as much as possible. The bed mostly touches the ground so the thugs just come in the room, look around, and bend over the bed to notice how close to the wall it is. They put an "all clean" sticker on the bed to designate that it's been searched. 

Rip says it's time to go so we climb through the window and run away through holes in people's fences and bushes and all sorts of sneaking. Yay! Escape!

So then the dream shifts to a few months later. I'm on the police force or a detective apprentice something. For some reason Morning Musume is around, too. Riho comes into our outdoor office with a 5+ year old cell phone. She tells us a story about how she & a friend of hers went into a thug's house (the same thug we had issues with) and sabotaged something. Unfortunately, the thug saw her and her friend. It was years ago so she thought the thug wouldn't be able to recognize her. A person changes a lot between 10 and 14, you know? So this cell phone was found on the table on Christmas morning. There's nothing on the phone - it's completely wiped. Both Riho and I see the phone as the thug's message: "we know who you are and can get to you anytime." She's really scared, but we say we'll protect her.

So Suzuki comes up and asks what's going on with Riho and why she's so off lately. For some reason I know that Zukki was the "friend" who was with her and I don't really say anything because maybe the thugs don't recognize her yet.

That's pretty much it.
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2011-12-24 11:44 am
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Dream 12/23 - 12/24: Alice in Wonderland: Native American Bird edition

 Yup. Weird. So among my other dreams - there were a lot since I slept for 14 hours - was a weird Alice in Wonderland cast in birds. So some people I mostly don't remember and I were running around trying to find our way out of or to somewhere else. I'm pretty sure this was Left for Dead inspired since I've been playing it a lot recently.

The one person besides me that I remember was in my group was a Native American guy who could see the future... something like that. So we're hiding in a house that seemed like the whole wall was made of glass except the wood door. The Native American guy says to me that sometime in the future I'll meet a man with a dog on the road. Do not make friends with the dog. So I'm like ... okay, no problem. Then through the dog door in the wooden door some dogs start to enter the room. One's an ugly white, balding medium sized dog. The NA guy stands next to me and says "you should get those dogs out of here." I'm all "Is one of these the dog?" He just nods so I hustle all the dogs out. 

Then in the clearing outside the door (but it's a glass wall so I can see everything outside anyway) come a procession of bird/human creatures who are the embodiment of Alice in Wonderland characters. I ask what's going on and why they're walking around in a big circle all tottering around. Someone on the team says that the Red Queen is leading a procession to find who ____? (I assume who ate her tarts or something, but I can't remember). So I start to panic a bit because I was the one who did whatever she's not happy about. I look out and see the Mad Hatter bird - looking like a 7 foot tall bright green, red, and yellow parrot bird man - pulling a slightly shorter birdman by a noose around his neck. The Hatter was dragging other birdman until he was dead then just drug him around. 

The NA guy said that he had to go report to the Red Queen. The rest of us stayed in the room. After a short talk, the NA guy said loudly "so you know who ___?" I took that as cue and ran away. There wasn't anywhere to hide in the house; all the other doors were locked. So I went into the only other room available: a completely white room with chairs stacked up in a corner. I climbed on top of the chairs and sat on the top one, hoping no one would look up. Then there was a knock at the door. I said "who is it?" And through the wall (without opening the door or anything) walks in a traditional French style clown with straight shoulder length blonde hair wearing black and white striped clothes. I was shocked and asked who she was. She said in a high creepy voice "I'm the Inside Outside Girl!" 

THANKFULLY! This was the point where I woke up because Jake came to bed. I have no idea what the Inside Outside Girl would or could do, but she was creepy as hell and I was getting kinda scared.
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2011-11-01 04:28 am
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Dream 10/31 - 11-/1 - Weird speech contest

 It was district large group at LC (but it wasn't LC, you know). We had a sleep-over with all the speech kids. LC has lots of escalators that don't actually go all the way to the floor. 

So for some reason we had to use Cobalt 60 to irradiate things for speech - I really don't know why. So Hans and I are flashing things with a bunch of rads and when we get done, Megan's all "wash your hands!" lol Like washing our hands is effective if we'd been working with radiation to sterilize things. So we wash our hands - for some reason Megan didn't have to. Though it seemed like she was a hologram that showed up wherever she needed to. (For those who have seen Trinity Blood, she was kind of like Sister Kate). Washing our hands made us completely drenched and we slid around everywhere. So we had to go from the top floor science washing area to the first floor and taking the escalators we slid around and kept nearly falling off each floor. So I'm trying to take a down escalator, but since they drop you off a good piece off the next floor, I'm super wet and trying to hold on to the moving handrail so I don't get thrown off the edge.

Then I woke up. WEIRD!
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2011-09-06 10:52 am
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Morning of 9/6/11: Consciously Dreaming

I woke up too early, tooled around, messed on my phone then went back to sleep. I was cold so I wasn't sleeping very deeply yet. I think that's why I was able to notice that I was dreaming and change it.
* I would fall asleep and dream something
- one of them was being in a vast area of water with jungle trees behind us and a Zanarkand type city in the distance to the front and left side with the the main Mythbusters while they did some myth or other -
* and then notice that it was a dream
- in the Mythbusters dream, I looked into the distance and saw that the buildings of the far-off city were hopping up and down and otherwise dancing -
* and I would change it to what I wanted to dream about by digging my fingers into the scenery in front of me (as if I were tearing through a painted backdrop) and pulling a hole in the dream. It was super neat.

This happened 3 or 4 times this morning. After I stepped through the hole and into the new dream that I was creating, it took a few minutes in dream time (I don't know how long in real time obviously) for the scenery to solidify. I had to concentrate on everything like I was creating a new world. If I didn't imagine a real person strongly enough they turned up as a cartoon and later, once the dream got moving, they changed into a real person.

The holes in the dreams were very much like I'd pulled open an empty room or storage closet. Open empty cardboard boxes were on the other side of one hole that I remember. Plain old blackness behind the other that I remember.

If I fell asleep too soundly I forgot that I was dreaming and wasn't in control anymore. I think that's why I had to tear so many holes and start over.

It was really fun to create my own dream world. Try it. When you notice something that you know shouldn't happen (in the Mythbusters dream, I first noticed that I was with the Mythbusters) then I looked around for confirmation that it was a dream (and noticed the dancing buildings). I don't know if it's easier to do if you go to sleep telling yourself that you want to notice something. I do know that when I made the hole and stepped through it I had to kind of will myself to stay asleep, probably because I knew it was a dream. In another one of the dreams, I noticed I was doing stuff on my old phone and as much as I was on & messing with my new phone during our trip I knew I had no reason to be on the old phone.
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2011-08-28 08:41 am
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Dream 8/27/11-8/28/11 Involving the Japanese legal system and Reina

For some reason Jake and I had to sit in on a bunch of Japanese legal proceedings involving the use of already exiting songs being used or changed into other songs. Think Weird Al without the parody. We're supposed to help decide the verdict as 'outsiders' or something. So we're sitting in on these proceedings and they're pretty lame. The new use for the song is different enough that they don't merit law suits.

In the third case involving the use of the Tetris theme song, one of the court officials leaves me this long letter in Japanese and the only thing I get out of it is that they need my mailing address to send me something. So I'm sitting, trying to remember the kanji for watashi. I remember the first half (the part on the left) but not the katakana "mu" looking bit on the right. I get up to get my phone to translate it ('cause my phone really does have a Japanese/English;English/Japanese translation app) and Reina of Morning Musume - who apparently has been watching me try to remember the whole time - comes up and says "I'll tell you what it is for 300 yen." I think "3 bucks? No way" and I get up and say "Denwa ga ii yo." Then I actually kind of remember what it is so I go back, phoneless, to the paper and write something that's like katakana "ra" and Reina says that's close but not it. Then I write the "mu" looking bit and she nods and walks away.

I can't remember if it was before or after the watashi kanji conundrum, but the plaintiff in the Tetris case asked me to talk to him and told me that he was really counting on my vote since it meant a lot to his family. He asked me if I heard him sing during the trial. I answered that I'd heard *someone* sing but I thought it was a recording since we were seated behind the L bend in the room I couldn't see any of the proceedings, just hear them. He answered with something along the lines that I should hear it before I leave.
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2011-08-19 05:38 pm
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Dream 8/18/11-8/19/11 Post-Apocalyptic Earth

The wind picked up and the sky turned dark. The clouds were thick like in a thunder storm. They swirled then made a void like the eye of a hurricane. A fierce wind came through the hole in the sky bringing the toxin from space. Earth became barren and people only lived in large cities. The wastes were outside the cities. People who got the disease from space were forced into the waste so they wouldn't infect anyone. The toxin from space isn't a disease, it's more of a radioactive substance that causes blister burns on the skin of the victim. The burns eventually caused the skin to blister off completely. As soon as a person was found to have the burn blisters they were immediately thrown out of the city to die on their own. Because everyone thought it was a disease - even though scientists said it wasn't - no one touched or went anywhere an infected person was for a certain number of "cleansing" days. Then the area was thoroughly cleaned.

There was a riot by a bunch of newly infected in the city I was in and they rushed the city gate and let back in a bunch of the infected from the waste. Most infected hang around the perimeter of the city for lack of anything else to do or anywhere to go. The waste infected ran all over the city causing the uninfected to panic and shut themselves indoors. The city became "unclean." Eventually all the infected died, their bodies littered the city. They were carted away and dumped in the waste. Eventually, all in the city died except a white haired, pale mama's boy (about 14), a scientist (40s), and me (my age). The one who incited the riot was the mama's boy because his mom was recently put out into the waste and he didn't want her to die out there alone, he at least wanted her to die in her home. He was newly infected. His burns actually healed which the scientist said was a sign that humanity was starting to adapt to the toxin from space. The scientist started to get the burns and shut himself in his lab. Before he became too infected he thoroughly cleaned it and kept himself to a stool and a worktable so he wouldn't be a bother after he died. Before he died he calculated the projected survivor rate (people who heal or people who were genetically resistant) around the world to be 267 people which he thought would be too small a number to repopulate the world.

After the scientist died, mama's boy and I left the city - since there was nothing left - to find more survivors. Then a kind of epilogue happened where our group had grown by 9 or 10 other people no older than about 30 who were survivors. For some reason we had the need for weapons and mechs. Don't know why the weapons or mechs, though.