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Lost most of the details, but we were at a party, restaurant was Josh Vernon's, brass and marble. Well lit, open floor mingling, our company had the whole place. It was in a mall, but so was my company, a research firm.

My boss was not there, but his dogs were. They were getting sick,
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Ending fragment.  Guy like a cross between The Punisher and Star Lord.  I was his friend.  He was having some struggles, and his car would not start.  I looked at is, spotless under the hood, cavernous even, and all simple.  There was not enough under the hood to go wrong.
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Middle of the dream... family and I were meeting up for dinner. The place was similar to a Cracker Barrel, except it was upscale. Lots of wood, but more open space, different kinds of goods, and I think there was a Casino off the other side.

The waiter was someone we know. He called me by
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I was in a medaeval village, maybe in a computer game, not sure. I had a German Shepherd as a familiar. We were trying to help protect the village from an evil sorcerer. No one could help us, because everyone was busy preparing to defend the castle.

The inside of the castle walls had multiple
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Oct. 2nd, 2016 02:21 pm
xaminmo: (Josh 2014)
In a lab, there's a gold mine. But, it's not a mine exactly. It's a cylinder with rounded edges, about 18" in diameter, and in length, flat faces up/down, floating about waist height in a room. There's a pedestal under it. If you approach, you see down into the pedestal into an apparently
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xaminmo: (Josh 2014)
Looking out the window. The house was my mon's house, but the garage was Mr. Bridgeforth's house.

I see a big, blue box truck driving up, sideways. The front two wheels are turned sideways, and the back two are off the ground. This way, they pull right up into the driveway.

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Mar. 23rd, 2015 03:32 pm
xaminmo: (Josh 2004 Happy)
I coordinated with Karl and someone named Connor to ride bikes to school together. We go all sorts of ways and get there.

I could not work out using anyone’s chain, and did like Karl and just took my front wheel. Then, I hid my bike under a wooden platform, and worried.

Then, as everyone filtered inside, I realized it was not my school. How would I coordinate classwork? Surely there must be a way, but the bell rang. There is no time for any coordination.

But wait. I’m not in school anymore. I step inside, and time accelerates. Everyone is congregating inside to leave.

I ask Karl why he’s even there, and it’s for the girls. This seems to be HS and university mixed. While the implication is not gross / underage, it’s still early 20s not comfortable to me.

In the dream, there were not really any females. There were a few guys, and then non-descript students.

Someone asks, and I explain why I wasn’t in class… “I’ll be 40 in October, I’m not in school anymore.”

Karl tells the others, “you guys don’t want to know how old I am.”

I ask quietly, “you’ll be 49 this year, right?”

He non-verbally affirms, not really wanting to accept it.

I find Connor’s Engi game pack, but am having a hard time getting his attention to give it to him.

The dream fades into beeps, as the 6:30am iPhone Radar sound goes off...



Jul. 19th, 2014 11:53 am
xaminmo: Josh 2016 (Default)
Lots going on but all I remember was being at the Candace house, looking for a safety pin (top shelf in my room, above the windows). I was wearing a blanket as a loak because I was cold. I could not wear plaid because it might pose problems when we travelled back in time. Several thers were rushing me because I am always late. The Doctor was pleasantly distracting about it, but was still more than ready for meto hurry up.
xaminmo: Josh 2016 (Default)
Had a stretch of dreams:
I went back to IBM. There was a new center manager named stacey. She was very involved. Employee sat and team social activities were important. The whole center operated like one big happy team.

I went back to high school. There was a graduation party. A bunch of people were there, but all I remember are Blake, Hunter, and Megan. Megan morphed into the reason I'd gone back, but the party was fading. There were new photos on facebook to match the changed history. Megan morphed into Meghan James of the band Purity Ring.

I was walking back to my car, parked a few blocks away in this super-mall, and I saw a plane flying. I sent a message back to my parents when I was a kid for me to take flying lessons back then. "It'll be cheaper, because fuel costs will be going up."

Then I was at IBM in 1995, the year after graduating, but before going to IBM for real. I knew a bunch of the people because I had my current memories, but they did not know me yet.
xaminmo: (Josh 2004 Happy)
In the progression of dreams late in this morning, I found myself answering the call of a lower-middle class family for help.

The lady's aging father had come under control of an additional eye, on the back of his neck.
It was smaller, and it was important that we didn't let it see us while we inspected.

I looked, and as fairly certain it didn't see my face, but it did see the top of my head.

When I turned around, I found myself wrapped in big, meaty arms. I could hear his voice in my ear.

The family was greatful; the father was free. Now, i was not.

If I looked down in my peripheral vision, I could SEE the arms clasped alongside my own.

If I struggled, they were much stronger, and I would see a greyness around me.

If I did not, then I could move mostly as I pleased.

"What is your name?"

He said, "Sergio."

"Where are you from? How old are you?" I asked.

"New York. I was born in the 1800s." he said, but I saw "1820" in my mind's eye.

"What do you want?"

"I just want to be left alone," he responded.

While we spoke, my team had extracted the eye. It was a machine, with five orange-brown colored arms, each looking like a thin version of a bendable microphone stand. At several points was a shiny sphere, and in the center, a small body housing a camera and other electronics. It was not damaged, but it was not moving. I did not feel any injury, though I noticed the meaty arms were messing. I could still speak to him.

"We can try to help you, and to find you."

He said, "when you do, call this number."

He had a phone, and would be waiting.

I realized the machine offered him control while it was installed, but it actually implanted a copy of him into anyone it attached to.

There would be no finding him. He was long gone, the real him. However, there were untold copies of him living, trapped, helpless, in the back of the minds of everyone this machine had latched on to.

I felt sad for him.
xaminmo: (Josh 2004 Happy)
I was at a school in south Arlington. So many little details about the school snd people. It was probably the 1950s but not really. Something happened politically and a small atomic bomb went off to the east.

My mom and I knew it first because we already saw it happen and came back in time to stop it. Unortunately, we could not do anything about it.

My mom had time cloned herself and her clone was going to sacrifice herself. She was calling herself Penny. I was sad, because a already knew that both of them would die.

The school was directly in the wind path, and we could not get anyone to leave. After the blast, it was about sheltering in place.

The VIP room was having breakfast for people who arrived that day. Mom and I had breakfast yesterday, but the selection was better today. McCaffrey's family was there, and a grandmother who was social, but would reach over and stir someone's food with her finger, then splash the food, when they were not looking.

I was sad, because I was stuck here, in a second iteration of this horrid day.

I left to go help people, but it was too close. Everyone was doing the same things as last time. A gathering to talk about the conflict, then the boom in the distance.

I walked. I knew my mom was dead, and I figured I could teleport or jaunt home. I couldn't. I was outside and saw the mushroom cloud on the near horizon, drifting slowly towards us. Maybe it was my upset, or the people around me, but I realized I could not teleport anymore because my mom was dead. Both of them.

I walked home. I had not veen tgere in a long time. I saw transit bussed all along, but they were too slow. Soo many stops. No one knew about the blast but a few people called out that it sort of looked like a mushroom cloud. It was.

I walked into a house that looked like my mom's, but expanded, rearranged, and renovated very nicely. A nice, big, friendly dog was there. A lady wa on the phone and I mouthed "sorry" to her as I left. No problem. The dog followed me out the screen door.

I was sad, but would be okay.

So I woke up, and it sucked. I was going to call my mom and tell her about it.

Then I remembered she is really dead in real life as of 2005-12-26. It was like a nuclear bomb went off. I don't think I'll ever "get over" the death of my mom. I don't think anyone ever really does. She is the anchor, until she's not.

But you learn to move on. By now, most days are fine, but once in a while, I'll indulge the sadness and the memories for a minute. This dream had all of the emotions.

Mom would have loved to see the kids growing up.


Aug. 9th, 2013 02:50 pm
xaminmo: Josh 2016 (Default)
up late. woke 4 mins before alarm.

dream was i was an airline pilot flying the joke plane. was under serious pressure to fly it or lose my kob and have FAA and NTSB. go after me.

After some turn-arounds, got under way. Then ATC had me look up some ARINC alerts on my APU. could not find ANY info and stepped thru a portal to go to get help.

Basically, the plane's logs were half on 8mm film, and half in essay form in steel filing cabinets IN THE PLANE. Also in the logs were shelves of red eyed plush monkeys in 5 sizes, and piles of leftover equipment from when the plane was an air fortress think tank.

Anyway, got help looking, and became a supporter for cleaning up the crap and converting logs into concise, typed info. Justification to airline for the expense was room for more passengers, since the entire 1st class cabin was log and equip storage.
xaminmo: Josh 2016 (Default)

I had an awesome dream, where I slipped through to a parallel universe (sometime that's mi idea of what dreams or daydreames are) and helped a bunch of friends and aquaintances with a world war. I was 19, but had my knowledge from now.

One friend, we became close and really enjoyed eachother. She wrote notes for me to tell her here-self to prove we new eachother so we could be friends here. I had her write it, and it was very scripty, with letters lined up a certain way. It was like elvish. She also gave me a lock of hair, coarse, long, and crinkly.

She reminded me of Stefanie F, but it wasn't her. In that world, they knew of eachother. I cannot remember her name or where she lived.

The school we talked at, we were visiting because of a war room coordination on the weekend or evening. Schools were extra important with the war on, and they got better technology and were more fortified.

Somehow, not everyone knew there was a war, but many did.

There was also a gathering in the backyard of what was my mom's house in this universe. Lots of tables. Lobster was there, a friend IRL from ages past.

Anyway, we didn't get to hug goodbye. We exchanged the info in the notepad, and I told her to look up the version of me from there. I was going to call her when I got back and convince her we'd met parallel and that we should try to be friends.

I don't remember her name, and I miss her. It's weird to miss someone from a dream that I cannot ever remember her name (common issue of names for me). But I do. We were great friends for months, but I'll forget she ever existed by tomorrow.

If I remembered, I would see if she were a real person. Dreams have a way of coalescing real information.

Anyway, I woke, as is the stimulus for remembered dreams, and was up 1 minute before my alarm to go bicycling. Time to have a light snack and go.

2 dreams

Feb. 28th, 2013 07:24 am
xaminmo: Josh 2016 (Default)

In my dream, I set up a lot of stuff on my coprp desktop but I was not really used yet when I was let go for speaking out too much. (annoying to execs, not violations). I was trying to figure out how to clean it off before leaving so as to not have a security risk for the execs, but I didn't want to leave people hanging by removing things that no one else had. I was fighting myself over whether to just wipe the system, which would be the easiest way out, but would be a hardship for those who were left. The thing is, no one else would know the hardship even existed. My other option was to save info for when people called me later in the year for help, but even though it would be secure, it would be questionable to have done so. Amazingly, I was not frustrated, just indecisive. Also disappointed in the exec.

Other dream, I remember individually placing hundreds of MineCraft blocks, but not why. This is odd because I really don't play. IRL, my builds always got destroyed, repeatedly, so I gave up many months ago.

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xaminmo: (Josh 2004 Happy)

Morgan was a visitor to our world. Her name was Karen as the visitor. She had at least three clones, each gathering different info. They were all autonomous; however, she could inhabit one and interact directly. When she did so, she would assimilate tha clone's unique knowledge and memories. Otherwise. there would be bulk uploads.

I figured it out when I was trying to meet up with her for some online call for company. I'd left my phone somewhere, and was trying to find her. I'd gotten off a train that felt more like Chicago, but the city was different.

Then I transferred to the Metro North RR, and as tge train left, I saw 'Karen' moving stuff with some guy. Jeans, burnt-orange t-shirt. Confused as to why she was there though.

When the train stopped a few minutes later, I got off and was going to head back, except there she was again, only in a grey skirt and a white blouse, heels, briefcase. I caught up with her and confronted her about this.

She let me follow her, but this oneknew of me, but did not really know me per se. She was stalling while she waited for a brain sync to download what the others knew about me.

This happened at her office. At the same time, two others others that were part of the movement ( near waking, so forgot tgeir names) and we were going to Kar/Morgan's cube. There were at least three of her.

Some hallways restructured while we were walking them, and almost squished Veronica. We went anitger way to retrieve her. I sent them down to the mailroom, and I went to the cubicle.

There were explanations, and info about our universe being a simulation. And I woke up.

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xaminmo: Josh 2016 (Default)

Still weirded out by a dream... Was going to the airport somewhere, and Jenny had Louisa get my ticket on their itinerary... She added me as Joshua Rosebery, and that got all of us flagged as no fly.

Apparently, someone by that name hacked Verizon systems and was labelled a terrorist.

The airport staff were just sent us off to a waiting area with a bunch of other no fly people but would not tell us anything. I had to sneak out and go investigate at some build site to find out why.

I was worried we were going to miss our flight, and tried to reason with a supervisor. He just kept making faces at me, trying to get me to crack a smile, because that would prove to him that I was lying about my real name.

Everyone else was being detained by non-LEO airport staff, and not allowed to leave. I was planning how to get real police involved and lawsuits for illegally confining us.

Flu dreams are weird...

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xaminmo: Josh 2016 (Default)

To really foul things up, first you nees a null set.

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Sep. 29th, 2012 07:33 am
xaminmo: Josh 2016 (Default)

The aliens had a depot. I was inside. I reactivated the atmosphere inside and stood under the air vents until the ambient air was fresh.

I went inside the second airlock and the vault had a ship hovering. I shot it once, just because I knew I was over, but the ship blew up, and left two, shiny, metallic eggs shaped like jordan almonds, but about a foot across. one fell and cracked open.

Space compresion held a baby donkey. It was hungry, so I held an ear of corn before its giant, cyclopean eye, then fed it. It had trouble with the cob, but was pleased with itself by peeling off the husk and eating that.

There was another egg, and I hadn't yet realized the dobkey was self reproducing, so I went to open egg two. Inside was John Denver, but he looked like John Ritter in a NASA uniform. He asked what he was doing there.

We decided to go for help. It was obvious now that the aliens were going to destroy the plante from orbit. They were going to use terraforming tech to regenerate everything on the planet into a new, plant based environment. The bunkers would survive. and release the alien's selected animals into the ecosystems.

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Jun. 16th, 2012 08:17 am
xaminmo: Josh 2016 (Default)

weird dream... most gone, but i had to use a hacksaw and cut off last two sections of every finger. skipped thumbs. woke up starting on left hand after finishing right.

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Mar. 12th, 2012 09:21 am
xaminmo: Josh 2016 (Default)
I had a weird dream last night. It was in the TV show Castle.
I think I shifted among several characters.
There were several criminals, organized, running around in masks, robbing and killing, while we chased them.
Rick was in the lead by several minutes, and then he was killed.
Lots of emotions and other stuff.
I was in love with Beckett and was crushed for her loss.

I don't remember all the rest.

Overall, the structure of the dream was weird.


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