East Coast Wobble

Dreamed on 2019.01.20.0821 I was swimming laps, but we got cut off by the garbage truck driving by. I did the thing I do when cars cut me off (lean back, look aghast, gesture with arms out), and they just flipped me off. My swimming shift was done, so I got in the lifeguard chair. The garbage workers WERE the current olympic swimteam, just doing their thing to get the pool ready for their workout. One of the kids, who was also one of my students, picked up a coffee tin full of water and slung it at me, water and metal and all. He missed. I tried to protest, but he picked up an empty blackbean can (full of water) and slung that too. I had to dodge -- which is hard in a lifeguard chair, yeah? -- so that it didn't rip a chunk of my nose off. Anyway, accusations were made and they (the Wolves) showed up gang like saying things like, "What, he threw a can of water at him? He works at a pool. It's just water" and being all defensive. Anyway, I owned the land and ended up...

Dreamed on 2018.07.12.0710 the child named bluebird, hiding down in this pit we're in, and the pickpocket/god and his friend (such big nostrils; seeing skin inside. thick gouty ankles). The larvae are under her eyelids, which she can't open anymore.

Dreamed on 2017.07.17.0812 Furiously trying to text someone where I am while walking quickly down the halls, but I'm having trouble. A child who sees me having trouble is laughing at me. Eventually she points out that I've died and am in ghost/angel/etc form now. I have trouble being convinced until she shows me that we can walk through walls or fly, etc, and also no one interacts with us. I spend a long time helping people--touching their minds and influencing them while they sleep, as well as finding new ghost/angels and showing them the ropes. I say "angels" but I know we're not. But we are good/positive spirits. There is a room we can go, I am aware, where we can fall asleep and be done with this stage of things, but I enjoy it and the unknown after it is scary. Also, it's pretty common for the good/positive spirits to want to sleep and reach the next stage, but none of the negative spirits seem to be doing that, so... there's a bit of an imbalan...

Dreamed on 2018.01.21 Me and Alfons and Diggs and Charlotte and folks knew the zombies were coming, so we rushed to the hair salon and worked on getting hair cuts. It came down to my turn, but there wasn't much time left, what with the zombies coming. "Diggs, I said. Diggs, you go first." "You're sure?" he asked. I was sure. Diggs got his hair done, and now there's really no time, cause the zombies are coming. "Your turn. Come on now." The hair stylist said. "No," I said, shaking my head. "There's no time, let's go." "What are you thinking, man," Charlotte said. "You need a haircut!" "No," I said. "It's too late." My crew looked horrified, but the hair stylist nodded knowingly. "I get it, man. It's bold, but I get it. One day years from now you'll look back on today and know that this was the turning point. This was the day you didn't get ...

Dreamed on 2017.07.21.0424 Some anarchist/terrorist guy attacks the grocery store I work in and tries to escape, but I slow down my perception of time and take off after him. I'm in something like a Goliath from StarCraft, but the top section is capable of flight, which I use. I track him as he leaves the store, then send a barrage of missiles and bullets. He fires back with machine gun like things. We take it out into the parking lot and continue firing with no one taking any damage and the rockets just falling around him on the ground without exploding. Eventually I just get point blank and we're both shooting each other and the bullets aren't doing anything, as if it's a laggy computer game or something. So I suggest dude just leaves and goes home and doesn't come back. Like, ever. Please. And his wife agrees with this very happily and so he agrees to too. After I think they leave, I realize I should pick up all the rockets in case ammunition starts working aga...