East Coast Wobble

Dreamed on 2014.10.25.1415 Climbing up steep cliffside which eventually gives way to a lattice-work of logs and branches, some more secure than others. I know there is a cave ahead of me on the other side of the log-mesh I'm climbing, but beneath me there is whitewater so white that I can see neither rocks nor blue water, but rushing whiteness that might as well be cloud. I know that to fall would be to fall for many ages, and that I must have sure footing as I pick my way onward.

Dreamed on 2014.12.18.0618 The aging hippy cult leader looked at me. We'll have you lead the next song, new one. Song O-99? Little boat on the water? I flip panickedly through the song book. I find section O, I get to number 99, I see a completely different title. I continue flipping as the guy stares at me disappointedly. He starts singing some crappy pop song -- like U2 or something -- about a boat on water. It feels familiar, whether I've heard it before, so I join in and start to mumble my way through. He stops and lets me continue on my own and I stop and stare at him.

Dreamed on 2014.12.28.0758 world is getting overpopulated and heading nowhere good -- more and more pod-like programs are popping up to employ an shelter people (by sweeping them off to companies far and away) who have particular skills. I, having a mix of interpersonal and IT skills, go into a tunnel that will interviw me for a superadvanced job. it's beter for me but people try to latch onto me and faollw me. I lay on a conveyor belt while getting asked a series of questions. It happens too fast and I don;t give good answer but it doesnt seem to matter. At then end it's explained that I'll do well as a super spy to help seave the world.. They explain that we'll be in dangrous situation and will die sometimes, but reveal that they have a cloning technology. They stress taht even though they can use that to bring us back, we still die. So if you are going to die while on a mission, somehow relay info back first, because it won't be in your new body's head.

Dreamed on 2014.12.26.0414 Having moved to the future and found it a barren wasteland, I, the hero, explored until I found our current god-tyrants-who-had-meant-well enslaved to a race of multi-dimensional blue shapes who have ruined everything, Imagine that you're Harry and Snape gets taken away but something way worse replaces him so you want to save Snape, and that's basically it. But on a global/universal level. Differences aside, I behold the scene -- the gods are in a short repeating situation that involves setting up shelves and stacking everything on them, but having more things to stack and less space every time it iterates, but anything that can't be stacked successfully is erased from human memory permanently. Ignoring the rest of the situation, I find a god-tyrant-secretary who is confused and lost as well -- but with a little work, I get a message through and effectively stall some gears from turning. Some of the god-tyrants are temporarily kicked out of