Dreamlog/5.16.2010/Out to Sea: The Tron Crowd.

We were on a bus.

It was a nice bus heading... somewhere.

I was sitting in the back of the bus, and saw that it was packed full of people. We ended up driving/being transported to a theatrical style show/event.

It was TRON!

There were people dressed up in blue, and red TRON suits, in typical sci-fi fashion.

There was also a "black-glowing" TRON, whatever that means.

We were sitting as an audience would, ready to see the TRON types duke it out.

It was almost like some sort of horrible TRON musical!

...and I'm awake again.

Dreamlog/5.15.2010/Out to Sea: The End of Something, and the Floating Tree-stump/Face-thing.

I'm at school again.

I start off in a hallway. I'm in front of the lockers, and I'm gathering my back pack.

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For some reason: I feel Asian?

I'm dressed in blue jeans and a flannel shirt. She wears it better though:

I grab my peacoat and beanie from the locker.

I get a call from someone telling me that it is cold and snowing.

I know this, and head outside, and away from the school.

So with my backpack, I'm walking in the area of town we call "The Lower Valley". It's snowing, but I'm not cold. I turn right at a major cross street and head North.

As I walk down the major street, I enter a desolate forest area of the street. The scenery is like nuclear winter.

Small little asian pagodas line the curb.

I continue to walk, and turn my head right as I pass the next street. The entire block is snowy, full of junked autos, and postwar aftermath.

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What looks like a tree stump starts to float.

As this thing floats and rotates, I hear evil ice cream truck music.

The tree stump is alive and looking right at me!

...and, I'm awake again.

Dreamlog/7.20.09/Out to Sea: Boat Trash

I'm working on a naval vessel.

I'm back in waste management. It's what the Navy calls "the trash room".

Reynolds (not Ryan),

shows up with a different name tag on his uniform.

His last name now starts with a "W".

No, a respectable "W" .

There are a few more people working there with us.

Because of the people there, he says that he'll explain later, refering to why he has a different last name.

So I exit the trash room, and head out to the hangar bay.

...and, I'm awake again.

Dreamlog/5.6.2010/Out To Sea: Lets Go, Before They Riot!

It was late at night.

Or was it early in the mornin'?...

Well, either way it was dark.

I was out in an old Kmart parking lot,

out here in town.

I was with two uncles: "Chuck",

and "Mork",

as my family refers to them.

I was being watched,

and probably followed.

Probably some kind of... "agents".

CCTV perhaps.

As we made an escape to the said location, a Mexican night club closes and people scatter the parking lot,

like it's Cinco de Mayo!

Or Wal-Mart.

With the "last call" crowd all around,

bottles of booze were everywhere! They were bringing 'em from the club.

As they exited the club and started heading to their cars,

we looked for our own getaway ride, trying to avoid any trouble.

...and, I'm awake again.