This one's from a couple weeks ago, and I forgot to post it here.
I was at a Shop-ko, at their used games desk, looking through old NES/SNES games. My right shoe fell off, and someone in the crowd stole it. So I'm looking around for it, and the person at the games desk tells me 'oh, well just go talk to the customer service desk at the shoe department and tell them one of your shoes was stolen on the property and they'll give you a new pair'. Except the one at that particular Shop-ko is closed so the person says 'oh you can go to any shop-ko and tell them that, it's fine'. So I try using their website to find another store with a shoe department open. Their website's store locator sucks, tries telling me the closest one is in Boise, and also tells me that like Tremonton or something is to the very west of the state (where its actually way to the north). And then its apparently theres just a Shop-ko shoe store inside my old Jr. High school, which is still functioning as a school aside from the shoe store in it.
So I go there, its the evening and so theres no students around but the buildings open for the shoe store to do business, except when i get there the band is packing up instruments and stuff getting ready to go on some tour (the band being the band/orchestra class). so im walking through them while the teacher's giving instructions, and he makes some comment and i come back with a funny quip, because he remembers me, and then i continue on into the building trying to figure out where the shoe store is. I can't find it. So I come back to the band students again and im cahtting with the teacher asking about where the shoe store is and what they're up to, and he tells me they're going on tour, and he'd surely welcome an old student of his to come perform and invites me to come along, and hey look there's even an instrument for for me to use. He pulls out this old trumpet which i apparently left behind when i was no longer in the school and they still had lying around these 14 years later. So I take it and they want to make sure I can still play, so i play a scale. I'm barely able to do it, because when I finish i pull out the valves to show them that they are all rusty (which they were originally which is why i left it behind apparently) and declined to go with them because that instrument was unusable. An yway, apparently by then the shoe store was closed, so I get ready to leave, and then the building catches on fire. So I help everyone quickly get the rest of the instruments out of the building before the fire spreads to that end of the building, and they finish packing up and heading out and i head off to find another Shop-ko shoe store.
Mind you all this time I still was without a right shoe.
So I had this dream that I was working at some company in Orem, Utah (as denoted by the way the dream identified the locations), doing whatever. This one Sunday my work was having some big party for some football game, but I didn't want to be part of it so I went down to Provo and was walking around in the neighborhoods there, and met up with someone I know there. At one point we walked by some old house with switches and things for an old surveillance and recording system on the outside of it, and while we were looking at that the curtains above it were opened and this old couple looked out at us. They were talking to us about having trouble loading their cable television channels, wired to this really old TV by bare wire wrapped around two terminals on the back of the television, which since the back of the TV faced the window I could see that one of them came out. We were talking about with the age of their equipment replacing it all would be really expensive and getting internet and a cheap laptop to watch Hulu and Netflix would be cheaper, but they said there were reasons they couldn't wire the house for internet. So I offered to try a quick fix from what I could see, grabbed a small wooden pencil from my acquaintance, and went inside the house.
The main hallway had the entrance to the living room closed by a door, and the couple stayed inside there. They let me in, and closed the door behind me with the old man staying by the door. This struck me as odd but I ignored it, and went over to the television and reattached the wire. The cable came back, they thanked me, but as I went to leave they blocked my path. As it turned out, the two were cannibals and were going to kill me and eat me now that they had me trapped. I pushed them out of the way and ran out the door, with the old man, much sprier than I would have expected, following close behind me and into the street. I ran from him for a few minutes, barely staying ahead of him, until I found a passing pickup truck that I grabbed onto and hitched a ride with.
The truck had three firefighters in it that were heading home from their long shift, and they didn't mind giving me a ride back to Orem. They drove along the streets until they got out of the residential district, and everything was fine for a while, but as they began heading into a narrow cliff pass between Orem and Provo (note: this doesn't exist in real life) I heard a sound from behind us, and looked back to see that the woman was running after us. Running, at extremely insane superhuman speed, and many times the speed the truck was going. While I was screaming several times in fright, she tried grabbing onto the truck, so I threw her off and climbed up on top of the cabin, explaining quickly to the riders who she was. She disappeared, and we thought she fell behind, but she started laughing and had apparently grabbed on and was holding on underneath the truck, and from there she killed everyone inside. The truck swerved and went down over the cliff, and I jumped off and started running again.
I ran until I reached the bike lot of some business at the end of the cliff pass, and then stole an unchained mountain bike to ride on. I pushed the gears as high as I could and pedaled like no tomorrow, riding past the businesses trying to get away, heading for the train to take me back to Salt Lake City. I happened to ride by a business I recognized from somewhere, though, and as I thought about it I realized it was the business whose name was written on all that equipment at the old couple's home. I decided to head in there instead, and began ranting to them about what happened. I looked back out the window and saw the old lady was running this way again, so I jumped up and held onto the ceiling, and demanded that they take responsibility for what was going on and stop her from trying to kill me. She came in and started calmly explaining what was going on to them, and with some quick thinking on their part, declared me to be a contractor doing work for them and gave me some paperwork to sign, which made her and her husband bound by her contract with the company not to touch me.Date: 26 May 2014 - 06:41
This is also a dream from a couple days ago I didn't have a chance to post yet. So this is another dream involving Final Fantasy XIV, except different from the last time, I was just myself this time in the game. The dream started off with me doing some kind of arena circuit series, where I was eperiencing mini-trial versions of the five turns of the Binding Coil of Bahamut dungeon series. In these arenas, I was fighting the last boss of each of the five turns (except that Turn 4 doesn't really have a boss pe se, but my dream was assuming that was Turn 2 so I was just fighting a bunch of regular monsters instead; mind you I haven't actually gotten far enough in the game to do any of Binding Coil).
When I got to the boss of Turn 4, though, things changed. The boss I was fighting got kicked off the platform, as two of the game's GM's instead decided to come onto the field and fight me, out of boredom or something. I tried fighting them for a little while, but got fed up with them, so I ended up deciding to leave the circuit. After giving up on them, I went and joined up with a group at Haukke Manor. But this wasn't a normal dungeon group, it was instead some group that managed to get their hands on some glamours to turn themselves into the various staff of the manor, and I turned myself into the head butler.
The first thing that I found out from this was that when players weren't there fighting through it as a dungeon, everyone came back to life and reverted to their normal, non-monster forms. All of us with glamours reverted to the non-monster forms of whoever we were replacing, as well. I'm not sure what the original goal of being there was, but while going around doing butlerly stuff I activated a side-quest as well: back behind the manor was some shack, where a Radagast the Brown lookalike was hanging out. He was trying to leech wi-fi from the manor, and trying to sign into his VPN from his laptop, but there was an error in his the wi-fi connection and it wasn't connecting right. So I needed to reset it for him.
So from there I went around trying to find the correct router, because apparently Haukke Manor had multiples (at least three) in order to cover all of the inside areas with wireless. During this time, I was trying to pretend to be the head butler still, while trying to say as little as possible to keep from giving myself away. Although as I tripped and fell through the damaged hallways of the building, I couldn't help but comment at least that the adventurers playing through as a dungeon were doing a lot of damage to the place. Eventually, I did find the right router that Radagast was trying to connect to, which was the one set up in Lady Amandine's bedroom.Date: 09 Feb 2014 - 22:01
This was a dream I had a couple days ago, and have been meaning to post. So apparently I was at Walmart, buying some stuff before going into work (although since I start work early, why I would bother with Walmart is beyond me). At this Walmart, like most Walmarts, they get inundated with customers and no people at the checkstands so there's endless lines. And for whatever reason, this Walmart was experimenting with ways of aleiving that, without the obvious route of putting more checkers there.
No, this Walmart in my dream decided it wanted to go a very different route, and go by a number system. Take a number when you're ready to check out, then you can go walk off and do something else until your number is called, then you have a short time to get back. And so I decided to do that, for whatever little it was I was buying. I took a number, and then wandered off to the furniture department and started looking around there. And as I looked around, i noticed there were various display pieces of bookshelves with things on them, and on a couple of them tucked behind the display things were mugs. Filled with wads of cash.
The logical deduction to me in the dream were these mugs were drop points for drug deals, and the cash was left there waiting for pickup from the dealer, who would deposit the drugs for the buyer to come back and pick up. But nobody was around keeping an eye on the drop points, so I decided to take all the money myself. I stuffed both wads of cash from the two mugs into my pocket, and wandered off. A few minutes later, there was some commotion by them, of someone with some other poeple with him making some sort of scene. He was complaining something about money to buy 'golf balls', and so it was clear to me he was one of the parties to the deal. I said nothing, so not to raise suspicion to myself, and then my number was called so I went and checked out.
Once I was back in the parking lot, I apparently lost my car. Couldn't find it anywhere. (Probably of note, my car was in the shop at the time, which might have been why my subconscious couldn't find it). So I ended up having to call my manager to let him know I was going to be late to work since I couldn't find my car. (Also of note, I just got a new manager that started this week, and it was the new manager I was calling and not my old one). My manager told me that he wasn't going to make it at all, because he was sick, so when I did manage to make it in I would be in charge anyway. So then I think I ended up getting a ride in from someone else, and went to work late.
When I got there, for whatever reason, my team was placed in a classroom to take calls instead of where we normally were for that day. Something about a test or something, and it seemed my work had partially turned into a school. So we were all in the room, working along as usual for a little while. But then as the day went on, people started coming in the room. Not for business, but to chat. And not with the people on my team, just with each other. For some reason, people thought the room was a hangout they could come in to have a chat, and I kept having to kick people out. More and more people just kept coming in, making noise while my team was trying to work, and I'd continue kicking them out. They were people from my work, but also other people I knew from other places, even someone I knew in high school dropped in chatting with the others. At one point there was upwards of thirty people in the rooom all making noise.
Finally I got fed up with it and went to print out a do not enter sign to put on the door, hoping that would make people stop. While I was preparing that, someone came in that needed a servcie dog, for whatever reason. Only when they got in there, the service dog decided to ignore all its training, and come after me. Where it proceeded to start biting me in the legs. And it had a wide enough jaw that it could clamp both of my legs just above my ankles together so I couldn't pull them apart and walk. After that I woke up, so I'm not sure where it would have gone from there.Date: 08 Feb 2014 - 22:29
So I had a dream about this man. He was in his mid-40s about, and he had spent the last ten or so years of his life on the run. From the government or some other entity I'm not quite sure, but whoever it was found something unique about his body that was ripe for experimentation, and wanted to capture him to perform experiments on. At some point earlier, it seems they caught him once and implanted something like experimental organ growing materials or something like that (among the extra organs in his body was one human ovary, apparently), and so he was on the run to keep them from experimenting on his body more. Literally running.
Whoever this was after him had the technology to alter the terrain, and cause land form changes. They also had this long wall of concrete highway sound barriers on robotic legs that they could move around, moving it along and crushing things in its path or blocking long stretches of road as they wished to block his path and trap him in, so he had to continually run away from them, mostly on foot. Sometimes he managed to secure vehichles to go further distances, but at one point for example he was riding in a vehicle, trying to leave an area onto a highway, but this group after him managed to alter the land directly under the road and cause the road itself to move, impeding his travel, so he had to turn around and go back on the other side of the freeway, where a landslide had blocked off that road to prevent driving in the same direction on that one. The police coming to investigate the area found that, because of the slipping, a hundred meters or so were just dirt, with no asphalt or concrete on them at all.
They could track him most of the time, and he would duck in and out of houses and apartments and large commerical complexes to try to lose them and get a little reprieve so he could rest. In the ten or so years he had been running he had been all around the country, and it turns out he had brief affairs with various girls over the years in small periods he was able to rest, and fathered numerous children all over the country. It seemed they all were sympathetic to his plight, and had no problems with this. One house he ducked into while running even had one of these girls, who had since gotten married and had several more children, and she was happy to introduce the man to her husband as the father of her first child, and wanted to show him pictures of how the child had grown up, but he realized he had to get moving so the family wouldn't get further involved in the people chasing him.
Occasionally he would manage to evade them, and when they couldn't find him for a while they would send out these other searcher scouts, which looked like fat goblins but human sized. They had heightened senses of smell so they could track the man by smell, and would search in packs surrounding an area to track him down. They couldn't move very fast, though, so if he took off on a run again they wouldn't be able to chase him, and it would have to go back to the wall. Eventually, the man happened to drop into the house with his younger sister without realizing she lived there (he hadn't been able to keep up with his family since he was on the run), and she decided to join up with him and try to change things, and went and attacked the goblins when they showed up. They were all carrying large bats as weapons, and it turned out when they were hit with their own bats they would die immediately, so they attacked and killed all the goblins and he was able to get away without a lead to gain some more reprieve.Date: 18 Dec 2013 - 07:29