I was on a stage, I think. There were chairs and other equipment scattered around. Another man was also there setting up drum/percussion equipment.

I sat down in a chair in front of what looked like a long-necked microphone stand. The long end was thinner than a standard boom. Slightly thicker than a pencil. I placed my mouth near the upright junction, on the short end and sang a note. I could hear the long end vibrate in a sympathetic way. I placed the thumb and index fingers of my right hand on the long end and found that by moving my hand, I could find the junction where the note was vibrating. It seemed to accentuate the note. If I sang a different note, the juncture would move up or down the rod depending on whether I sang higher or lower. It was almost Theremin-like, but I was actually touching it.

I tried to make a song. I wasn’t very good at finding the right juncture of fingers and vibration, and I could tell I was a really lousy singer. Suddenly I got the knack of it. I started making it sing a very haunting melody/theme/anthem. It wasn’t a whole song, but like the start of a theme.

For some reason I woke up right at that part. I had to get up immediately and peck out the song on the piano. That was late last night, and I hope I can still remember what it was I played. If I can remember it correctly, I’ll post a sound file of it.

This one is from Thursday night.

For some reason, Jan wants to go down to Mexico. We’re discussing where she wants to go while looking at a large wall map. She keeps pointing towards the southern part of the country, almost to the Yucatan. I’m thinking that it should be a lot closer.

Then we’re there. It’s a small village, almost stereotypical. Dirt streets, adobe structures. We walk into a small store. Lots of red, white, and green everywhere. I notice a shelf with boxes of chocolate candy. They look like the heart-shaped boxes typical of Valentine chocolate. I can see that they’re made by Nestlé. My boss is there, too. He wants to buy all of this Nestlé candy to bring back to the office.

My boss and I walk into a small side room. There is a clerk there that starts trying to sell my boss some special pornography. I’m standing back and don’t see exactly what he’s selling. Jan walks into the doorway, impatient with us. The clerk looks up and starts hemming and hawing, moving the porn off of the counter. Jan sees it and gets a shocked look on her face, and walks out.

I wake up.

I had this dream last week, but forgot about it until just now.

It looks like I have the ability to fly again. I’m confronted by a group of tough characters, and I intimidate them away by leaping up about 12 or so feet and hovering there, like some kind of maniacal demon. It was complete with dark lighting and sound effects. That was pretty cool. I do it again a couple of more times.

I seem to be on a patio built into a hillside that overlooks a long lake or reservoir or wide canal. On the other side of the lake/canal there are docks and industrial buildings. I fly down to the water and skim across the water down the length of the canal. I’m really moving at top speed, and I move however I think. If I think faster, I move faster. At the end of the canal, I turn around and really turn on the juice. I’m skimming across the water like a water-skier, at over 200mph. This is the most control I’ve ever had in a flying dream before.

I dart back up to the patio. Jan tells me I should be helping people with this power. Directly across the canal there are huge warehouses that are built up on stilts. They’re about 30-40 feet above the ground. Underneath them are railroad tracks. I can see a train that has derailed. I fly across the canal to help. Gesturing dramatically, I attempt to lift the rail cars using the power of my mind. I’ve never done this before, but I feel pretty confident I can do it.

A bit too well, as it turns out. Not only do the rail cars lift into the air, but in one swift movement, they crash into ceiling. And I mean CRASH! Whoops! I let the cars sink slowly to the ground, and I slink away.

I wake up.

One thing I hate about my dreams is that I frequently can’t remember very far back into the story. This is one of those.

I’m walking down a hallway that is on an upper floor. I remember having some kind of tripping incident, and know that everyone is going to give me grief about it. At the end of the hallway is a staircase leading down. There is also a small orchestra in a niche next to the staircase. The conductor, who knows me, is about to say something witty about not tripping down the stairs, but I hold up my finger (index) to forestall his comments.

Downstairs there is a party going on with all of my relatives. It reminds me of a Christmas party, but a lot higher class. To make a joke of my clumsy feet, I intentionally stumble down the stairs, but in such a fashion as to make it look intentional and show that I have control on the way down. Everyone applauds.

My parents are there, too. But for some reason, they’re birds. And they’re in separate cages. Not because they’ve been put there, but because that’s where they want to be. I walk up to the cages, and my father, who is a raven, hops out of the cage and lights on my left shoulder. I step over to my mother’s cage, and she is perched on the door. I don’t know how to describe her any better than she looks like a parakeet the size of a stereotypical pirate’s parrot. When she sees me, she starts singing a wordless tune in a voice that I can only describe as similar to Gizmo, the mogwai in the movie Gremlins. It seems to be some long-forgotten classical piece of music, but I can no longer remember what it might be.

I can literally feel her love for me radiating from her. I hold out my hand, and she hops on. I place her on my right shoulder. She is nuzzling my cheek with her beak, all the while singing her haunting melody. The love from both of my parents is absolutely palpable.

I wake up. I wish I could remember how the tune goes.

I’m at work, and everyone is having a party. For some reason, I’m late. Everyone is playing some kind of fun game. For me to play, I need to get a notepad so I can write down the answers or something. I find a notepad and sit down. But there is only two sheets of paper in here, and they’re both written on. I see some notepads on a table across the room, and head towards them. I’m finally able to pick one that doesn’t look too used.

When I go back to where I was, well, I can’t seem to find it anymore. I select another spot, and I notice that I’m alone. The party has moved somewhere else. This isn’t a party game. This is some kind of test. The questions are written up on a white-board. I’ve got about two of the questions answered, when Yoshi comes in and tells me that I’d better hurry up, because the time limit is almost over. Crud! The next question is about arranging these product boxes according to some kind of Nielsen shelf chart, which I don’t have.

“I can’t do this stuff!”, says I. This is salesman stuff. I work on the Web. There’s no reason for me to know this. Yoshi tells me that I have to finish it or I’ll get fired.

I wake up.

This is a kinda weird one. Jan and I are driving to the market. I’m feeling really “fuzzy” and am having a hard time with coordinated movement. And I’m driving. I see a parking space in the lot and pull into it, but not very well. I back out to have a better go at it, and someone else pulls their car into it. Suddenly, I’m very confused because there seems to be cars everywhere and all around me. I head towards the back of the lot and find a nice space.

Jan apparently goes right into the store. I want to wear shorts, but all I have is a couple of jeans. I take a box-cutter knife and hack the legs off of them. But I can’t change into them right there because there are a bunch of kids playing in the sand-pit right next to the car watching me. I’m still feeling very fuzzy, but I start walking to the store. There’s a lot of sand that’s been dug out of the pit by the kids, and its all over the parking lot.

I walk into the store and immediately see Jan. I start to tell her about all the kids in the sand-pit, and then look up. Its not Jan, but a tall, thin black guy. “You’re not Jan.”, I said. He takes me by the wrist and leads me towards the other side of the store. Along the way, I think I see Jan by the ATMs, and I think she sees me. I mouth the word “Help” as I go by.

The black guy leads me into a cubicle/office against the wall of the store. He says “You’ll be just fine, sir……..drunk. “Excuse me? What did you say?”, I return. He takes me to the manager’s office, behind a sliding glass door. I try to explain that I just need to find my wife, and I’ll be out of here. The manager lays some papers on the desk and asks me to sign them. I look at them and its about my shoplifting some items. “WHOA”, says I. “I didn’t take anything. I’m not signing that!” Some other people come crowding into the office, and I’m thinking about making a break for it.

I wake up.

I think I’m with some co-workers, at some kind of meeting. We’re walking through this building, moving from one conference to another, and I look out of a window. We’re several stories up, and I can see across the city (Burbank?). I know my house is over in that direction (its not, really), and it looks like smoke is coming from that direction. I quickly tell someone that I’ve got to get home, there may be an emergency.

I look back, and quickly see that it wasn’t smoke, but the way a light was reflecting off of some other building. Doesn’t matter, I want to go home anyway.

I’m riding in the back of a pickup truck, and I notice going by one of the buildings. It is Last Gasp, Inc. (For those of you who don’t know, its a comic publishing company) I can see their logo painted on the front windows of the building. I try to remember exactly where it is, so I can return to it later.

I’m crawling along the ground and rubble. It looks like a collapsed building. There’s someone else with me, and a weird, dog-like thing. I crawl from behind a column, and a bullet ricochets above my head. I crawl behind another column and stop. I look around it, and about 500 meters away, I see two, maybe three, figures on an elevated ledge, taking aim in my direction. All in all, it reminds me of my Halo 2 video game. I peek out from behind the other side of the column (there are definitely three of them) and take a shot. I got one of them, and the other two start shooting. I tell the dog-like thing to take out the other two.

I wake up.

It seems lately that every dream I remember, is only because I’ve awaken during part of it. Therefore, because I had been dreaming, I remember what it was.

But, damn it, I can only remember back just so far. I know there was more to the dream, but I can’t remember back towards the beginning of it. It’s kinda frustrating to be writing this down, only with part of it in my memory.

I had a real interesting dream Thursday night/Friday morning. I even told it to Jan, but now neither she or I can remember what it was.

Grrrr.

Its night, and I’m on a train, along with others who I know. The train pulls into Union Station, Los Angeles. Suddenly, I have to find a toilet to drop a load. (I hate to say “take a crap”, because I don’t take anything, I leave it) I find one, but its completely open. No stall, no room with a door. Just off the main passageway. I’m trying to wipe my ass from a particularly messy dump, and my friends find me to tell me that I have to hurry.

Now I hear my cell-phone ringing. But its not on me. I must have left it back at my seat. I finish up and start heading back towards my seat. Now the train starts leaving the station. DAMN! It can’t be helped. I’ve gotta find that phone.

I wake up.