East Coast Wobble

Dreamed on 2017.02.25.0810 Looking into the plastic packaging, I see that the egg I have (about 2x1.5 feet) is starting to look kinda dried and is browning on the edges. "No! Am I too late?" I turn my eyes to Rachel who says, "No, just bury it in the sand quick. It's probably ready to go right now." So I do. It starts to wriggle a little bit, then cracks open. The whole egg is soft like a hard boiled egg, by the way -- no shell. I help pry the crack open and pull some of the egg away, and a frail looking schnauzer with peppered legs and body but a curly back the color of buttercream eagerly emerges, eyes wide and tongue licking. She sits down and clearly has very weak back legs and no full instinct how to use them. She looks about inquisitively. "Here Bee! Here! ... Wait, Bee's our other dog. We need a new name! Um... Here dog!" and she eventually figures out how to put legs beneath her and wobble enthusiastically toward us.

Dreamed on 2017.02.03.0647 "Oh yeah! I forgot that they'd had to drain the swamp." he said as we foated down the Louisiana river 100 hunddred years in the past, "This is a lot of water" "Wait til you see the falls -- they used to be way more deadly" I guide the craft to rock and we manage to stop as water roars all around us. "Okay,. yoy drop dowj this part carefflly, then swim a bitm then.... okaym wgere yiu go down this drop matters. There are some deep parts adn somne shallow parts and that's where people die. We float in the air for a while, then land, and then watch some people behind us swimj casually down the whole thing and I feekl stranbge about how dangerous I thiought it was.. Then we float through a painting and end of on a frozen lake. We meet my brother in law and his scnauzer and give the dog the bison we'd hunted. He's a happy mini scnauzer.

Dreamed on 2015.09.07.0630 Depression era boy walking with some potatoe to a street market where he tries to sell them. He has a cute litle white dog too, but ot for sale. At one point, an older guy turns and sets his dog in some rich womas cart then looks away (having presumably just sold it to her), but the boy notices and takes it back. When she gets to the door she asks her servant t show her her pet (te cart was behind her), and they realie t;s missing. They cinplain and the older guy puts a goose in her basket and says there, that;s your pet, but the woman won;t have any. She sees the dog adn demands it. When the boy rotests she says she paid for it fair and square and will see him in court and throws a big fit. Later, like in another scene, some guys have a microscope, but have no clue what a microsp=cope is. Several people experiment with different uses and then give up, but one of their servants puts a grass blad nder it and looks through and sese strange rainbowy greenish...

Dreamed on 2014.10.01.0552 someone steals a dog from a restaurant and opens all the doors -- they didn't steal Bee, our schnauzer, but she escapes and is busy running a stairway and almost getting through one way doors before they shut and lock me out. she's running next to another dog she's friends with. I catch her eventually and we find the owner for the other dog.

Dreamed on 2013.06.07.0639 Me and a group are exploring unfamiliar terrain when we see an airplane being torn apart piece by piece. Nothing is touching it, though, while this happens. We see several other airplane skeletons, but understand nothing until we notice that there is a gigantic platform ahead being constructed out of airplane parts. “OH! That’s makes sense,” we say, “that’s how they are building things.” I accidentally trip an alarm by crossing beneath the platform, an alarm goes off, and we are chased. We run as fast as we can and eventually we are running through a field with many little “ponds” of white smokey-looking haze. We can run across their surface easily enough. “Are these the aliens?” someone asks “No," one of our pursuers shouts, "these are their technology." And if you stand in one for long enough, you may almost begin to see the aliens standing in other ones. We run faster, ditch the pursuers, and hide in an old abandoned hot...

Dreamed on 2013.07.11.0559 also we're camping at Ragnarok (but with really strange terrain, though it made sense at the time) and it starts raining crazy hard so we go to check on our tent and it's fine (and Bee is fine in it). But some people ask who we are and why we're camping with them. I realize I had called [REDACTED] to see if it's okay for us to camp in SCA camp, and I had the wrong number so his brother answered and said it was fine, but they weren't in charge of the camp -- that [REDACTED] was (why her? She's not even in SCA as far as I know). Anyway, it turns out it is fine, but we have to follow their rules and everything.

Dreamed on 2014.04.07.0444 getting ready for the horse race at the middleschool at 4:00 and it's currently 3:40. I'm in orange and blue and green, but I'm working on getting out of green since everyone else is wearing it. I realize I've left my Alric axe in the car, so I go out to get it. In the process, I realize I've left Bee (our Schnauzer) in the car, so I crack the windows for her, get her on her leash and take her out. It's getting ready to storm outside and there are very tiny tornadoes weaving through the parking lot. Nothing to be worried about. I get her out of the car, but even though I double checked that the car was in park twice, it turns out it was really in drive. As I get out of the car with Bee, the car takes off forward on its own, ramps off a small bank, careens across the upper parking lot, then strikes another bank and its alarm goes off. People gather as I race towards it.

Dreamed on 2013.08.19.1010-DREAM Some kind of adventure where several of us mice must save some other creature from a human dungeon (up in a tower). We "save" the creature (maybe a dog?) easily enough, but have trouble escaping when the tower is surrounded. Then we find a way to leave without going all the way down to the ground level. Yay!

Dreamed on 2014.02.19.0802 moving into the basement of an old woman's house. She's friendly enough, and her little yappy type dog is friendly too, even if loud. While Rachel is setting up one of our rooms in the basement, I realize that there's a sub-basement below that and I decide to use some of the space there as my closet. The next day, the woman volunteers to drive us home (to Wisconsin), but we have extra time so we decide to stop in St. Louis halfway through the day. Now I'm in my parents' minivan and my dad is driving and the whole family is in it and we're driving out on some sketchy wooden docks onto the river. There's a 1-2 foot gap between some of the section of floating wooden bridge, and I'm trying to say that this is a bad idea, we're supposed to walk here not drive, and can we go park somewhere? But the car makes it alright. Then we get to the last one and there's a five foot horizontal gap AND the last platform is five feet a...

Dreamed on 2014.02.17.0352 "But it's the obvious thing if we're both going to be downtown today." "Really? I mean, I don't feel safe. Someone could steal her, or she could get lost or something." "No, Bee's a good dog. Anyway, she's ready for this. This is what people do. We'll bring her down and let her go in the middle of the city. Then at the end of the day we'll go back and she'll be there." "Oh, alright." Anyway, we drop her off in the middle of the city and then walk for a while and she follows us. Then I have to clean up a mess she makes in a Subway - clearly she got into the potatoes at home. Later, I'm emailing a younger friend of mine who's in a creative writing class. He asks me at what age I considered myself a real writer / what is the ideal age before you can be a writer. I gave two answers. I think I won't be a real writer until I'm 112 years old. Also, when did you ever w...

Dreamed on 2014.02.08.0852 People letting their dogs out everywhere, mostly on leashes. Our dog (not Bee, some kind of papillon silliness) looks super friendly, but is super scared of all other dogs and will bite them in the face. I try to explain this to people -- it's not a behavior, but a specific disorder that she has -- but they keep saying it won't be a problem and getting their dogs too close. I manage to keep them away until one without a leash runs up, so I pick up our dog and run away. Then, suddenly, every waterspout in the field turns on and there is nowhere to stay dry. The dog and her companion are next to me and rather than being dogs, now they are something aquatic -- like blue sea slugs (glaucus atlanticus) -- and they can talk. We discuss the meaning of the word agnostic and the philosophy of uncertainty, until my brother (not my real life brother, but I'm not real-life me either) comes up and says we're late to swear fealty to the king. Also, our ...

2011.08.30-DREAM Playing some weird board game I don't fully understand. Then Trav is over.. it's 2am and we're cooking, but I'm not sure what he's cooking Vicky* is on the counter, and she got into the donut frosting. Vicky..... I have to go into town to get something, so I head out.... once I get around the corner (we were at my parents' house) I realize I forgot the car and am walking, and that that won't work, it'll take too long. On the way back, I find my computer I dropped. Then I realize that trav brought plenty of ingredients, I don't need to go into town anyway. Then sorting through books with Tylor.  *Vicky was an ancient/tiny/frail miniature schnauzer.