More sparse recollections

Dream 1:
Something about an orgy.
Dream 2:
Time traveling.  The time machine was in my smart phone.  I decided to go into the future to get the next lot of winning lottery numbers.  Seemed I did not go far enough and then I was trying to keep my presence hidden from someone (maybe the time police).

Chuck Norris used as battering ram

A couple of nights ago I dreamed of coding and also that one of my cats had white streaks in its fur. Last night was better for recalling.

Dream 1:
I was at my old work where the canteen had been fitted out as a computer lab. I was trying to take an exam when a group of people set up shop to the left of me and started having a meeting. They were encroaching on my space and being disruptive.

I cracked the sad and moved to the front left of the room (now facing towards the back) and continued my exam. I then went out (for lunch?).

When I returned, I realised I’d left my phone on the desk and now it was gone.

I made some enquiries and apparently “Renee” knew what had happened to my phone.

I walked over to her and asked if she knew where my phone was. She waffled on with a big story about some kid at high school and how someone said I’d registered for the Tour de Cure and how (for weird dream logic), the phone must have been the kids. This is despite me being set as the wallpaper on the phone.

I stopped here and said I wanted to know the whereabouts of the phone. I did not want a story. She seemed affronted and continued with her story. Fucking idiot.

In the end, the kid missed out on lunch as his bus returned to the computer lab so he could get the phone. I was then furious and after returning to my desk ranted a little bit using colourful language. I then apologised for this. Shortly after, I logged onto find my phone and set the phone to make noise. I also tracked it down while thinking the kid was lying sack of shit when he accepted my phone as his.

Dream 2:
I was at some sort of bazaar or shopping centre and decided to take a short cut. The passage got narrower and busier and it appeared that the hallway was being used as a bar. When I was almost out, some guy was yapping to a female as I asked him politely if he could move. He said no as he was having a conversation. I enquires as to how long he expected that to continue. He said who knows. I then called him a rude cunt.

By now, the hallway was a school science lab and the back aisles were clear. I followed one of them and saw the guy coming after me in a mirror. I judo’ed him when he was almost on me. This started a bar fight and Chuck Norris was used as a battering ram. They missed me with him, resulting in some saying I must not be the cause of the brawl as Chuck missed me.

Next I am outside of the building which looked a little like the one from the farm party / cat dream a few weeks ago.

I got onto my invisible hovering motorcycle and it was being sluggish, so the plan was to fly instead. I was now half way up a hill and having trouble taking off. One of my pursuers was already doing sky jumps towards me and soon after that I was in the air doing some sort of backwards air paddling.

Eventually I wound up in a assumed safety, having morphed? through some industrial (think Star Wards Coruscant) buildings. The pursuer appeared in the room the same way I did and when my defender (a rotund woman) went to push him away, her hands sunk into his midriff. This seemed to be due to him being able to morph? In the same way we both got into the closed? room.

I think the dream ended there.

Dream Logic Not Real Logic!

I had some spare time at work, so I was filling out some blue forms.  My location then changed from work to the beach (or some outside place).

A sub theme was Dana Scully (X-files) being diagnosed with something (cancer was implied).

As I was filling on my forms on the beach, Fox Mulder cast a shadow over me.  Without looking up, I greeted him.  He said I’d sent for him.  I had – on Scully’s behalf.

We then hooked up with Scully and there was lots of close banter between the two. I was wishing I was that close to Sculls.

We crossed a yard diagonally, under a hills hoist and into a house consisting of two rooms.

An old lady had been mysteriously killed.  She was found dead on her bed and her bedroom door was locked.

Scully said she was tired and went to lay down on said bed.

Mulder and I (and someone else), decided we would also set up shop.  I picked up a banjo/guitar thing and bashed out some bad tunes.  Mulder said he was bored already so I put the instrument back on its rack.  I then played on a drum kit like it was a set of bongos for about 30 seconds.

Next, someone (it wound up being Mulder) was bashing loudly on the main door which as now locked.  The bashing vibrated the door so much that it opened.  This roused Scully who sleepily asked what was happening.

That solved the mystery of how the old lady had been killed when her door was locked – her drum playing had enraged someone to bash down her door and strangle her.

Dream logically yeah.  Real logic no!  The locked door was the bedroom door, not the main door.  There were no strangle marks on the lady.  How did Mulder get outside.  Why was it the drum playing that drove someone to kill?

Badly planned orgy

Something about going to a Government housing estate for a group sex orgy.  Took forever to get going.  Guys were podgy.  Ladies were fat.  I needed to leave early as I had to be home via 10pm.  The host also did not want the neighbors to know what was going on so if anyone came to the door, we needed to act innocent. The flat? consisted of only one room

House is Too Messy – I Crack the Sads

The house was very messy and my GF was going to go out and do stuff yet again. She was the one making all the mess. I cracked it and said she’d be staying in and either cleaning up her piles of clothes and trinkets or I’d be chucking everything out.

Cycling & Old Friends

I was out on a training ride.  When I turned down Moore Street in Mo-Town, it appeared some sort of festival was on as the street was overflowing with people.

Halfway through I thought I saw ML and then, as I was entering the round about that crossed Haig Street, I spied LR, LB, some other L (maybe it was Gb) I supposedly knew and Di.  I said “Hi”.  All of them were wearing their year 12 formal clothes and all has the same body shapes and ages as they were in year 12.

I suggested we all catch up.  They agreed.

I also enquired as to what happened with LR and Facebook as she appeared to have dropped off the face of the planet.  Was it something to do with her new bf and what L and I got up to in chat now and then?

Sometime later, I was riding onto the freeway.  I was wearing baggy shorts and a sleeveless under-shirt.  The left handlebar seemed to be at chopper height and the right one at normal height.  The scene kept alternating between 1st and 3rd person.

A Strange Way to Secure Accountancy Business / Meeting up with an Ex

Out with Angela and her boss. Apparently I’d arranged to go out for dinner with A.

It seems A and her boss were drumming up business. The Boss got A to suck a client’s (small) cock to seal the deal. When I noticed this happening, A looked sheepish.

She was gagging even though the cock was small. Apparently she found the taste not to her liking (I read that from her mind). I also wanted it to be my cock she was going gobble on.

I got all high and mighty that her boss should be doing the sucking if he wanted the deal so much. He said he wasn’t a fag.

I took photos to report the activity to ‘Work Force’. I could not get the photo to take properly as foliage was in the way and on my camera phone, everyone was appearing far away. During this, the scene had changed from a room to a park bench under a bridge and I was taking photos from about 100m away. The three departed up some steps to cross the bridge. I followed, running past passing security guards with guns and day glo vests to catch up. I was thinking the guards did not give me a second thought as I ran past them as I was not grabbing their guns.

When I caught up, I informed the Boss that I’d report him to Work Force (in my head thinking and knowing I should be saying Work Cover). The Boss said it was not him sucking the cock and I could not prove anything. I lied saying I also had an audio showing coercion. He mentioned something about a 40 000 page paper we were discussing earlier.

We then went off to an Indian restaurant that A said looked high-end (it looked like a dive to me – more like a bad Chinese eatery). A Bain-marie was out the front and the scene was alternating between a hotel lobby and the outside. The client decided he was not going to eat with us. He was wearing a reddish coloured high school sports jacket. It seems my protestations had put him off.

I was also not going to eat there as I’d riled up A’s Boss and it might make things uncomfortable. A went into the restaurant to check with her Boss. He was amenable to us eating together.

At one point I asked A if she’d lost weight as her ample arse was no more.

In reality I could not give a crap about the dude’s business practices. It was the principle of the thing. My main concern was whether or not A had done this sort of thing while we were a couple.

Either this dream bothered me, the hot night or the light of my phone as I recorded this dream kept me awake for about 30mins after recording this.

It’s a Time Travel Dream, Biatch! Urrrrp.

I went shopping for a car and kept being directed to a silver 4 door Ferrari, but I was after a stainless steel Lamborghini as that would be able to be fitted with a. Flux capacitor nicely. When I got that back to my garage (which was more like a cell) there was a wall panel time machine already built. A mix of Doc Brown and Rick Sanchez sent themselves a minute into the future.

Discussions about how we could build a device with limited computing power and how the wall panel machine worked with regards to subject retrieval. Also a discussion on what would happen if subject reappeared where there was an object in the sample place- apparently a big nuclear sized explosion. I guess objects did not include atoms making up air.

Also to finalize the touch pad of the wall mount, the buttons were 3D printed. I slotted the final white clear/opaque 4 buttons into the rest of the pad.

Three pretty sketchy recollections

Dream summary.  3 of them…
Dream 1:
I was flying around during daylight, not caring that anyone could see me manifest this power.  Towards the end of the dream I was thinking I needed a lot of core strength to keep my body straight as I flew around.

Dream 2:
I was having lunch with an ex manager of an old workplace and hinting that I’d like to work for this current company.

Dream 3:
Hmm, details have evaporated in between writing up dream one and this one!