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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, June 30, 2009

Pacific Embolism

              I dreamed that the earth quake woke almost six million people from San Diego to Los Angeles. But that wasn't the worst part. I was somehow aware of a great shifting, a bubbling, like when a pot of water is slowly raised above boiling, and something is dropped into the over hot water. I woke N and insisted that she get her car keys ready. We could only grab some of the cats. N kept asking “Why?” and I found that I couldn't really explain.
              I drove us out of town, and up the highest mountain I could find nearby. As I drove I asked N to call all of our friends and warn them. She was grumbling about it, but she did so, in between wresting cats into the back seat.
              I pulled into a turnout on Palomar Mountain where we could see the ocean. I set up the telescope and trained it out to sea. Soon I heard N gasp.
              She pointed, I spun the telescope over and saw a giant wave, that wasn't really a wave. Water frothed and seethed and was tossed high into the air. It foamed like a giant carbonated soda. Then the embolism of Carbon Dioxide and Carbon Monoxide, invisible, save for the birds falling out of the sky in front of it, rolled across the ocean toward the coast and all of its inlets and bays. The water rolled back into itself filling the foaming void, and a tsunami formed, racing towards the shore, pushing the deadly gasses in front of it. I had sealed up the house as best as I could, I hoped the cats would have enough oxygen to survive. S called from Rabbit Rock, I hoped he was high enough off the ground. A and C were driving up the mountain to join us. We didn't hear from mom and dad, but I was hopeful that they were far enough inland and high enough at the top of their hill to avoid the disaster.
              I wound up the radio and we started trying to find news stations that would tell us what was going on.

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Sunday, June 28, 2009

Roberto and Juliet

              I had one of those dreams where I struggled to come up with a couple of names. Just the names, and variations of them over and over again. The first name came fairly quickly, Juliet O'Finklestein, or Julieto Finklestein. There is also the possibility that it was Juliet-o-Finklestein. Whichever, it was obvious that my Juliet (Julieto?) needed a romantic co-lead. I couldn't seem to think of a proper first name, though.
              I had a last name, Modesto. The variations game started. Mercurio Modesto, Roberto Modesto, Mercurio Roberto Modesto, Roberto Roberto Mercurio Modesto, and then finally the name that seemed to stick: Roberto Mercurio Modesto. So there I had my star-crossed lovers Roberto and Juliet.
              I repeated the names several times over and then decided these characters needed a title for their story, but I couldn't come up with one for the life of me.


Monday, June 22, 2009

Evacuation Bus Stop: Hobby Store

          I dreamed I was driving a large busload of people who were being evacuated from their homes, as they were in the path of an oncoming nuclear cloud. Before we could get out of Escondido, though, the whole busload voted to stop at the hobby store.

          I tried to get everybody to hurry along, but the owners decided to give us the VIP tour of the underground storage areas, with all of the flying models actually assembled and ready to fly. The vast underground warehouse was filled to the rafters with flying model aircraft, remote control cars, dollhouses, and thousands of other model craft type items. I really felt that we should get going (radioactive cloud, anyone?) but couldn't round anyone else up. I made my way to the front of the store, and asked if they had any Origami airplane books, or perhaps railroad origami.

         "Airplanes, yes, but not model railroads, that would be very cool."

         "Let me see the airplane ones, maybe I'll have to write a model railroad origami book myself."

         "If you do, you could have your first book signing here!"

         "Thank you. This dream really diverged from its theme, didn't it?"

         The clerk just looked at me all confused, but the dream really didn't get back on track after that.

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Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Escape, Ocean to Orbit

        I dreamed that I was trying to help a large group of people escape from our alien overlords. We had a secret base off the coast of California. Late in the evening a bunch of us gathered in wet suits and as many scuba tanks as we could gather. We then swam for it. About half way there we started to run out of air, so had to share the remaining tanks. I was paired up with S, a former student. Fortunately she was small and also a strong swimmer. Amazingly enough, we didnt lose anyone.

        Once at the base, we had adapted alien technology, stolen and gathered over the course of more than a year, in order to create about 700 plus escape vehicles. The plan was fairly simple. Punch a hole through the blockade and send the young men and women to rendezvous with an escape vessel that would warp away to another habitable world. Us older folks, and non-breeders, would pave the way, as we were more expendable.

        S came to me about two hours before we were to launch. She wanted me to be the first father of her children. The best bit: she wanted to do so the old fashioned way.

        Frustratingly, the dream cut away at that point and we were all in space, about to run the blockade. Several of the ships were fitted with nets full of depleted uranium pellets. We launched those in front of our flight path, baking just before reaching the defense line. Lasers flashed invisibly at the small radioactive chunks, allowing us to spot the satellite defenses and target them with our own cannons. The way was clear, and it looked like many of us expendable types would survive our suicide mission. Our attack appeared to be a complete surprise, and the blockade patrols were only able to shoot down slightly more than a dozen of us.

        I didnt know if I had enough fuel to return to earth, and I would almost certainly be picked up if I did. I had fully expected to be killed so hadnt thought through the idea of whether I wanted to go along with the colony, or try to return and continue fighting the aliens.

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Monday, June 01, 2009

Yard Terror

        I dreamed I was awakened by the sounds of chopping in the back yard. As I stumbled past the front door, half asleep, I realized that I could see all the way to the road. The Juniper hedge was gone, the bushes along the walk were gone, the 40 foot Cypress, gone!

        I stopped and finished pulling my pants on before bursting outside. There were my trees, being fed into a chipper. The workers were unable to hear me over the noise and their ear protection. I made my way past huge flats full of small flowering plants. I went around the corner where a woman was pulling down the honeysuckle vine, cutting it away from the catio. Marvin was sitting by the door, howling at them, and when he spotted me he stepped out where I could see him fully and sat up, howling mournfully.

        Whats going on here? I demanded.

        N is having this all ripped out and replacing everything with new plants.

        What! We havent talked about this. Itll be years before new plants will be so lush. What was she thinking? I hope you have some twenty and forty foot trees coming.

        No, just some ice-plant and what you see in the driveway.

        I didnt want to ask, fearing the answer. Where is the ice-plant going?

        Its replacing the ivy.

        No, no it isnt. I wont have that junk plant on the hill. Theres no purchase for it and it wont protect the hill from rain, nor provide forage for the birds or shelter for the squirrels.

        Its been paid for…”

        Just stop, now, until I can talk to N.

        I headed inside to call N at work. As I went by the front I wanted to weep at the juniper stubs that was all that remained of our thick green hedge.

        This is when I realized that I dont have her new work number.

        I dreamed I was sitting in a restaurant with several of my co-workers. I was giving one of them a back rub when she leaned back against me and pulled my arms around her. Even though it was my dream that was completely unexpected. It was a very friendly hug, as in friendly not sexy, but still was so surprising that I woke up.

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