The Benefit

I was sitting in the audience of a benefit show for the 501st Legion. There were only about 100 people there, including myself and people I know locally from the group. Every man was dressed in tuxedos; The women who were wearing 1920s inspired dresses. George Lucas was there, joined by Steven Sansweet and Seth Green on stage. They looked for a volunteer and I jumped up. Friends are enthusiastically clapping and making all kinds of noise. I was sitting towards the back of this rather small room, and I walked around the edge of the room.

What happened next was more or less a "murder mystery dinner theater" skit. All I can remember is that some woman was trying to kill me with a syringe. I stopped her, and revealed the "motive" behind her murder attempt. I won.

The curtain on the back of the stage opened up to reveal a large bookshelf full of boardgames, all still brand new in their shrink wrap. Sansweet says they're all mine (or that I have first pick) then proceeds to nab the one box I actually wanted. Looking over the rest of the shelf, I don't see anything I recognize (or I do recognize it and have zero interest). He says something like "see anything you like?" to which I reply "Yeah, but you already took it!"

Everybody laughs. I woke up.

Never Going Home / Three Hour Tour

Date/Time correct.

Never Going Home

This dream started out on the porch of my childhood home. I was let into the building by a woman I know - she and her husband are both in a charity group to which I belong. They had recently purchased the home and were renovating it. I informed her that this was my old home and that I was working to get it back.

Dream architecture comes into play, because the entire second floor became a small hallway, one giant bedroom and one tiny, apartment-sized bathroom. In the bedroom, the ceiling was vaulted, and the king sized bed was up on a dais. The room was large, so large that it had a kitchenette.

For some reason I was supposed to spend the night there with a handful of other people, including an ex-girlfriend.

Three Hour Tour

This dream took place immediately after the previous, after I had been awoken by my dog and fell back asleep.

I was still in the same warped house with the same people. All at once our host said everyone needed to get into [their] van for a big surprise. Most of the house guests went while I stayed behind. Someone mentioned a haunted tour at some place that I've honestly never heard of (but in the dream was rather familiar with). I drove myself there in my old Ford Aerostar (which I owned in the mid 1990s). 

I got to the place ahead of the van load of house guests. An older woman was driving a tractor-like mobile vegetable stand and nearly hit me. I wanted to ask her about the haunted tour but she drove away. I got out of my minivan and took a seat on a trolley-like cart. I was approached by a little boy with a BB gun who told me his name was Zach (after much coaxing). I informed him it was a Biblical name. There was a black lab and a goat walking around.

At some point I ended up back in the warped bedroom of the old house. I was on the phone with my mother, trying to figure out a way where I could drop off my ex-girlfriend to her house. It didn't occur to me until just before I woke up that I could just do it myself.

I woke up somewhat confused, thinking of exits on I-85, going toward I-90 - a route I used to take from my old house to pretty much anywhere.

Back To Work?

Date Unknown, but recent.

I found myself standing in the shipping/receiving office of a former place of employment. The place looked how I imagine it looks now based on conversations I've had with people who still work there. Some former co-workers were there, talking. Some of the people present had left before I did.

I don't recall what the conversation was about.


*An aside: I know this entry seems pointless, but I need to record all of them.

Fields, Forests and the Foal

The entire dream was in shades of brown, from amber to near-black.

I was trying to get out of a sparsely wooded area. I was following a path. The path led me to an open field with a small ravine.  A lake was at the bottom of the ravine. The lake was crowned with some dead trees - or possibly dormant trees, given that the rest of the environment was invoking an autumn theme.

The path wound back and forth downward to the water. I walked around the lake and up a straight path through a field to the sparse woods on the other side. Following the path through these woods, I found myself back at the same lake; Back on the side where I first encountered the lake. Walking back down the serpentine path, I saw a white or cream horse tied to a tree standing about knee-deep in the water.

I set it free. It walked away slowly in a direction not following either path.

Again I walked up the opposite path and into the woods. Again I found myself at the top of the twisted path, looking down on the lake. Again there was the horse, its reins tied to a tree, standing in the lake. It was now in the water up to its shoulders. Again I set it free.

I went up the straight path and walked around the surrounding field, its amber grasses waving lightly in a breeze I did not feel.The sun was high in the sky, but not directly overhead. I was unsure if it was before or after noon. I pondered this for a few moments, only stopping because I awoke from my slumber.

The Storm

Date is correct.

I awoke (in the dream) in my old bedroom in the house in Albany. It was not decorated as it was when last I was there -- no, it was as if I was still living there. The room was adorned in items that I currently own (things that did not exist when I was there last), and in a style that matches my current home's decoration. I want to say the walls were a forest green, but I am not entirely sure.

It was the dark of night, or at least as dark as it ever got with a street light nearly right outside my window. The rumbling of thunder filled the silence. A flash of lightning filled the room, sending horizontal shadows from the mini blinds across every surface.

I suddenly found myself in the expansive bathroom. It was exactly as I recall - white-based faux marble tile on the floor and surrounding the elevated bathtub. Fixtures were originally a bright, polished brass, but now looked dull, as if covered by powder. Lightning struck again, illuminating the room through the skylight.

I was not alone. A shapely, attractive young Asian woman was there wearing only a knee-length, white button-down shirt. She wanted sex, and though at first I felt she was a commanding, overbearing presence, she soon became very submissive. I won't go into detail about this encounter but I will say it was only for my benefit. After that she wanted to take a bath. She got in the jet-tub and pleasured herself with the jets while I felt the need to redecorate part of the bathroom. Around the raised tub was a platform that held many items - mostly plants. For some reason I thought those needed to be rearranged at that exact moment.

After this encounter I found myself back in bed in my old bedroom. She was there, talking about how she needed to get to Syracuse by 10 AM to meet a man named Dennis. This was something related to a business (I want to say it has to do with the opening of a drug store, like a Walgreens). I looked at the clock - it was 2:30 AM. I said I would be up by 5.

Thunder rolled.