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Fermius Firefly

A Dream Log, whenever I remember the dreams I've had.

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Location: San Marcos, United States

Fermius is a pen name drawn from a series of short fiction I wrote when I published the small press magazine Stellanova (on paper.) I play RPG games to escape from my daily grind as a technology wage slave for the state of California. I eat out a lot in order to do my part in supporting our increasingly service level economy. I am butler to 2 feline masters. If you ask them they will tell you I'm not very good at it, late with dinner, don't have enough hands with brushes in them, and sometimes I even lock them out of their office.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Shark Bay, Foot Dentures

        I was swimming in a bay, no beach just rocks down to the water. N was up on the shore with a couple of our friends. I climbed out of the water when they began gesturing frantically past me and motioning me in. I climbed out and looked back into the water. There were three large sharks swimming right where I had been, they circled and swam closer to the rocks, one of them even looking up out of the water. My friends pulled me back up the rocks, even though I was in no danger.

        It looked like the shark was expecting a hand out rather than hunting for a meal. After a few minutes the sharks schooled up and swam out into deeper waters.

        That was a close one. I dont think we should swim here anymore.

        May be not, I said, but I still didnt think it was really that unsafe most of the time. Im not even sure those were really man-eaters, did you see how small their mouths were?

        Yeah, they were more like lost puppy dogs. SCV commented with a double helping of sarcasm.

        Our conversation was interrupted by waves tossed up by an incoming cruiser. We scrambled up the rocks to get out of the way. Behind the cruiser were several other ships and as the passed the water became choppier and more dangerous to the small vessels still out there. One of the vessels that went by was a big yellow school bus, its hood slamming into the waves and kids piled up at the first few windows to get a good drenching when the bus plowed through a swell. It cruised by and the kids all waved at us.

        Ok. Thats something you dont see every day, I waved back at the kids. Four huge barges lurched into the bay behind the bus, each with a load of some dark loamy material. I was sure that the loads would be dumped into the harbor, but the barges were so large and heavy that they seemed to cut through the water without hardly rocking or rolling at all. Their wakes, however, were huge, and threw one of the sharks all the way up onto the rocks.

        Despite the protests of my friends, I climbed down the rocks and helped the two-hundred pound plus animal back into the water. The two of us rode the waves for a bit and then the shark took off into deeper and safer water, leaving me to ride it out until the parade of boats stopped and the water calmed enough for me to swim back close to the rocks and climb out. I waved cheerily at my friends and wife so they wouldnt panic and do something embarrassing, like call the Coast Guard.

        I caught a ride with a small sailboat and they dropped me off at some floating docks. The run to shore was somewhat wild, as the docks were still rising and falling several feet. There was more than once when the dock pulled out from under me and I almost tumbled back into the bay. I finally hopped ashore, timing my jump to make an easy crossing. I made my way back to N and my friends, where we met in a tunnel with a huge Plexiglas window into the bay. The water was still churning up over the tunnel and we could alternately see both above and below the water line. I pointed out that the waves were calming down, and that the sharks were all chasing small fish further out in the bay. Still, no one else wanted to go swimming.

        The dream this morning was a little less detailed. There was a party at our house. I dont know who was being feted but it was one of Ns associates. Somehow I got the job of sitting with the kids of which there was only one. A little dark-haired brown eyed girl who fell in love with my Lego planes and cars. As I got them down for her to look at I noticed that she wasnt so little. The planes and cars kept dropping parts off of them. The woman leaned over to fish the engine and propeller assembly of the Ford Tri-motor out from behind the sideboard. Her low cut top swung down revealing a cute set of breasts with small conical nipples. I looked away.

        Im not a little girl anymore, she emphasized.

        OK, I get that, Im not exactly a little boy, but I like Lego, too.

        That made her smile and she asked if I had some extra bricks around as she didnt want to take apart the models Id made. I brought out the chest and told her she could use whatever she wanted, I had the instructions for all of the models on disk. She really brightened up at that. She vanished back into my office and I went out to see what was going on.

        Not much. N and her costumer friends had set up some sort of award production and were going on about things of which I knew nothing and people I did not recognize or know. I stayed long enough to be polite and then slipped back to my office. Another young woman had arrived and they were huddled around my computer.

        They were playing a game that I had forgotten Id made with photos and sprites based on Lego Mini-figures. I laughed. Let me know how that works out. I dont think I ever finished all of the game.

        You made this?


        Its not really a kids game, is it?

        I remembered there were some rather racy double entendres in the game. Uh, no, not really. The kids both looked like they were in their late teens, so I let them visit. Network TV was racier, and the parts not portrayed by little yellow headed smiley-faced gender neutral cartoon characters. I left to go make sure the refreshments were being set out by the caterer. 

        The caterers had everything in order and there was nothing for me to do. I headed back to my office to find a book. When I arrived the new girl was standing in the middle of the office, flying two of the planes around with her hands. The first girl was looking frustrated at the computer.

        I excused my way around the tall blonde to see what was frustrating the first girl. I could tell instantly from the score board on the side what the problem was. Youre too good. Youve progressed to far to get the perfect score.


        I told you the game wasnt complete. I pointed to the zero score in the fourth box down. Either you were very persuasive, or very ruthless, your religion never underwent a schism, at this point in the game your Minis behaviors are too locked in. I also noticed that shed started a two player game rather than a solo game and then hadnt played the second player, that would have dropped the score a bit, too, as there were rewards for interacting with the other player.

        I watched as a blue skinned sim walked past her religions recruiters, resplendent in their lime green wigs and forest green robes. One stepped out and hugged the prospective convert.

        Would you like Foot Dentures? she intoned in a happy high-pitched voice.

        I didnt remember putting that in the sound files.

        I made some changes in the games text files, the young woman admitted. I looked down from the screen. She was hunched forward so her blouse was open to me again.

        I see, thats pretty funny, actually. I sat in my rocking chair, trying to remove myself from temptation. I found myself admiring the long legs of the blonde turning around in front of me and quickly turned back to the dark-haired woman.

        Perhaps I should resurrect the game and let you play with the dialog trees.

        I like to play.

        The blonde, her back to me, gave a little cough and dropped the engine and motor assembly off the Tri-motor.


        Well, pick it up, the first girl ordered.

        But. You made me give you my. Oh!

        I had no idea what was going on. I looked over at the first girl, she held her hands below the desk where the blonde couldnt see and stretched a pair of Hello Kitty underwear at me.

        I could feel myself starting to blush.

        If the blonde had bent down at the knees, or even bent down slowly, her skirt, though short, would not have pulled up enough to reveal a very blond thatch of fuzz that did nothing to conceal her womanly charms. I looked back over to the first girl. She licked her lips at me.

        Oh, whoops! The blonde girl spun to face me as the straightened up, skirt flaring in a graceful arc around her hips. Again, if shed moved slower I wouldnt have seen the smooth shape of her labia nestled below her soft triangular tuft of blonde fuzz.  

        I was completely surprised by the turn of events, so much so that the dream stopped at that point.

        I absolutely didnt want to get out of bed this morning.

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Monday, January 26, 2009

Short Night, Short Dreams

        I had so little time to sleep last night that I didnt expect to have any dreams. (I stayed up late, reading.) Instead, I had so many, and varied locations and styles and personas that I cannot remember them all.

        The dream house is being repaired, there is now a fully livable structure, but for the bedrooms and guest rooms. In the dream universe I dont seem to be living in the house yet, but some of the haunts are back. The place is decorated in much brighter colors than previously. I arrived in a electric surrey. The horse was replaced by a small single wheeled engine with a low fat tire. When I left to return to the city, Id come to oversee the installation of a tile fountain, the surrey had been replaced with a different vehicle. I dont know what the vehicle was, just that it was different.


Another forest dream. I climbed out of a small tent and packed it up before making myself a little bit of breakfast. Hot tea and a crumbly biscuit with honey. I cleaned up after myself and decided to hit the trail, only, there was no trail. I could find no part of the edge of the small meadow that would allow actual entry into the forest, unless you were about the height of a possum. I couldnt even locate where I had stumbled into the clearing the night before, exhausted to the point that I almost didnt pitch the tent. Two shock cords and two tent stakes, so it really wasnt much more than a red tube with a blue fly staked out at both ends.

Tiled shower stall, like at a gym. I was washing my hair when a group of women entered the showers, giggling. I could tell that they were naked, but I wasnt wearing my glasses so there wasnt any detail. One of them snapped me in the shoulder with her towel. After that it was all warm soapy water and rubbing bodies.

I was in the alleyway between a pair of warehouses. One was my temporary offices and home, the other had a large fleshy black and red mass growing in it like a tumor on the world. I could feel the heat and the evil coming off of it like a rolling wave of heat from a suddenly opened door.

You are not being a very considerate neighbor, I shouted into the warehouse, hoping to get the attention of the occupant so I could point out the hideous evil growing unchecked in their otherwise unused storage area.

I was in bed with a cat on my head, my side, my hip, a fourth stretched along my thigh, and a fifth draped across my ankles, which were swollen and in pain from the heat. A sixth was curled against my belly. I struggled away to shoo them off, but found there was only the one across my feet and the one on my belly. It wasnt until I was awake that I knew Id been dreaming the rest. (Or they had all taken off when I started to stir and Id missed it.)

I was at a computer workstation with three other people, They were all talking and I was trying to get it all down, in script format. We were apparently a writing team for some sort of game show. One that was rather fully scripted, but in a way to disguise that it was scripted. I liked the people I was working with, but hated the show we were writing. That was a really odd feeling. We finished our script, then everyone else sat at their workstations. I emailed our TV script off to our producer, knowing that we were expected to stay in the writers room until the script came back approved or with changes to be made. I also knew that the producer wouldnt even look at it until about an hour or so before the rehearsal call, and that wed have about thirty minutes to make changes, and if there were a lot of them wed be writing them through the rehearsal.

We spent the hours that we were locked in working on scripts for an internet game. This was a lot more interesting and challenging, and actually fun. I knew that this was more or less the pattern of our work here. We knocked out a show a week, usually in just a few hours, and then spent the time waiting for the Producer to kick it back with suggestions and changes writing on our own personal project. I think TC, SCV and SB were the other writers. We didnt make a particularly good writing dynamic, and we knew it, but wed found a system that seemed to work, and we were all secretly afraid that our show would get picked up for yet another season. The money was too good to pass up, and we were essentially double dipping, as the online game was paying almost as much as the TV show, and we were using the TV production facilities free. Everyone knew it, but didnt seem to mind. Some of the talent were also more interested in the internet project than the game show. Nerds everywhere was the overwhelming feeling of that dream.


There were loads more, but other than gray robes and fluffy slippers I remember nothing about them.

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Friday, January 23, 2009

Teddy's Road Trip

        Mom and Dads house was almost empty, so I took Teddy with me to keep me company while I finished cleaning things out and packing them up. Teddy decided that the cabinets were a wonderful playground and was having a blast chasing his toy (the plastic rip strip from an orange juice bottle) and carrying it in and out of the cabinets.

        Id had enough for one day, and we ended up doing the classic routine where I would open a door and he would leap out of a different door. Then I would chase him and he would pop into a different cabinet. By the time I got there, hed wriggled behind the drawers across to another cabinet. He would poke his little red striped face out and send me kitty kisses then duck back inside.

        I had to take off one of my shoes and pull out a shoelace to lure him out and finally capture him. I had to keep Teddy distracted with the lace until I had his halter hooked up to his leash. I let him down, leashed, and let him play a bit before picking him up and taking him out to the car. He started howling even before I clipped his leash to the child safety seat clip in the trunk of little red. He howled the whole time I was lacing up my shoe. At least it was better than getting all scratched up trying to put him in a cat carrier. He stopped howling when I shut the car door and started the motor.

        We headed out and he could just reach my shoulder, so was sitting on the ledge of the deck with his back paws and his front paws on my shoulder. Every time I had to shift he would howl in my ear and grip a little tighter. All the while he was purring as well.

        People waved as they went by us, and Teddy would run to the back window to watch the cars that we passed. After the first ten minutes of the freeway he got bored and plunked himself down in the middle of the deck, curled up, and went to sleep.

        I cant imagine Teddy actually being that calm in the car, but perhaps I should start training him to the halter. He hates being put into the cat carrier.

        I dreamed I was dating a woman with shoulder length dark curly hair, she was quite a bit younger than me. She flashed her breasts at me, she had a crimson corset on under her silk blouse, her breasts were smooth with a couple of small moles on them. I was so surprised that I immediately knew I was dreaming. (That sort of thing didnt happen to me when I was younger, I doubt it would now.) I wondered what had happened to N, but thought it would be somewhat awkward to ask the woman I was dating, even though I knew I was just dreaming, I was concerned that she didnt know I was just dreaming.

Dream logic, really odd. My brain then spun off into thinking about dreaming about thinking while dreaming, and the date and the cute woman were all but forgotten. My priorities seem to be all screwy. I do remember that the waiter might have been Steve Martin, which I suspected meant that I was Kermit and my date was really Miss Piggy. (Though neither of us looked like them.) At that point any hope of having a perfectly delightful wet dream was completely lost.

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Thursday, January 22, 2009

Random Scenes

        N and I were in the steamy red and brown kitchen of an Italian restaurant when one of the owners started getting grabby with N. I had a large cleaver and used it to chop a meatball in half. One half stayed on the counter, the other dropped to the floor with a meaty red marinara plop.

        Leave my wife alone.

        I bent over and picked up the half meatball, tossing it into the nearby trash can. I kept the cleaver in my other hand the whole time. N scooted away from the heavy man and moved over behind me.

        The scene shifted and I was trying to bundle one of the cats (Marvin, I think) in a towel. He was covered in blood, but it didnt seem to be slowing him down any. He was so strong I almost couldnt keep hold of him, and I was afraid he would break his own limbs trying to escape.

        Forest trail again, my backpack seemed to get heavier with every step, the straps were cutting into my shoulders and cutting off my breath. It started raining, the backpack seemed to grow even heavier. The trail was soon slick muddy stream and the woods were so thick I could not find a place to stop and put up shelter. The thickness of the trees and brush was so great I didnt really want to abandon the trail, as I didnt think I would be able to get back to it if I did.

      I had a bright orange balloon, about 14 foot across. The

sky was dark with a few silvery clouds stretched almost to transparency high above us. The air blew cold into the open hood of my fur-lined jacket. I let the balloon go and it shot up into the air, dragging a dozen foil and brass instruments with it.

A voice, not my own, asked Who are you? and I felt myself asking at the same time.

Before I could answer, I was following the balloon up into the dark. The parka clad person below watched with a very concerned/confused look on her face.

I was in a wood floored hallway, like ours, but the walls were a red and black velvety wallpaper with dark walnut paneling below a lighter wooden chair rail. I was bouncing a small yellow super ball, but T-Rex wouldnt come out of hiding to play with me. This made me very sad. I was even more sad when I realized that T-Rex was long gone, and I had just momentarily forgotten that when I found his toy in my desk drawer.

I dreamed a coyote had gotten into the garage and was chasing the cats around. This dream was so real that I actually found myself waking up at the garage door. I dont remember climbing out of bed and walking out there. I dont think Ive sleep walked since I was seven, that was disturbing.

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Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Island Tigers, N Play

        I dreamed I was swimming around an archipelago of about 30 small jungle islands. Each island had a grey and black tiger on it, but I was looking for an orange and black tiger. I knew there had to be one on one of the islands. I knew the grey and black tigers would attack me if I swam ashore to rest. So I didnt want to swim ashore, as I didnt want to have to kill the tigers.

Only the orange and black tiger could be trusted to not attack me the moment I climbed out of the waves. I kept swimming, unable to find the tiger I was looking for. I did manage to find a small spit of rocks that had no tiger on it, it was about the size of an armchair, just large enough to sit up on and rest a bit. The water was a little bit cold, so swimming was more tiring than usual. I climbed up as high as I could on the stone and looked around at the nearby islands. The sun quickly dried me and I began to get warm. The closest tigers watched me eagerly, hoping I would visit them next.

Sorry, Im not delivery.

I headed for the largest grouping of islands, the cold water stinging after sitting in the sun. A couple of tigers gingerly tested the cold water, but then seemed to decide to chase after drier game on their own islands. (I saw lots of deer and rabbits on the islands as well as tigers.) I threaded my way into the main cluster of islands, finding one with a large Easter Island type carved statue on it. There were a large number of deer and rabbits, but no sign of tigers, so I hauled myself out of the water. I walked all around the island, finding nothing, I headed inland.

The orange tiger was there, but someone had gotten to him first, only they werent friendly. The tiger had a nasty gash in his chest and was still and dead. Tears coursed down my face. Who could do such a thing! I shouted into the quiet jungle. Birds rocketed out of the brush, but there was no other answer. I cradled the heavy limp head of the tiger. There was a soft growl from some nearby brush. I called gently to whatever was there. Four shockingly green eyes set in golden orange and black faces peered nervously out from the brush. Two tiger kittens looked at one another and at me.

I took some meat out of my backpack, slowly, and offered it to them, finally enticing them out where I could see them. They appeared to be unharmed. I decided that I would take both of them with me, rather than leave them undefended on the island. I just needed to convince them that we would look out for one another. I really didnt have any idea how I was going to do that.

In a later dream I was sitting on the bed reading when N came in and started pestering me about something. She was changing her clothes, so I grabbed her and helped her out of her panties. There was then a playful spanking and lots of fingering of wet places. She has such cute buns.

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