Derelict Stowaway, Cute Toes

In the first dream I was on a tugboat being taken out to an abandoned sailboat I had just bought the salvage rights to for four hundred dollars. I was carrying only two bags, one with tools and one with clothes and food. I waved goodbye to the tugboat captain and immediately set to work coiling up the rigging from the broken mast.

The mast still had about half it's height left, so I knew that I would be able to rig enough sail to get back to port. I wondered why the tugboat captain hadn't offered to give me a tow; the water wasn't that rough. I knew that in a storm the lake could be very dangerous, but it was just a little windy.

I made my way to the bridge, and found that there was still power and about thirty gallons of fuel in the generator. I was calculating how far that would get me if I transferred it to the engine, presuming that it was still working. As I was making my plan of action, after turning on the running lights, I heard a noise from the cabin area below.

I made my way below and discovered a small child, between two and five. I offered him some food and drink. He came up to the bridge with me, showing a great deal of fear of the weather. I couldn't get him to tell me his name. It only took me a little bit of work to get my radio working. I contacted the harbor police to let them know that I had found a live passenger on the boat I was salvaging. They advised me to try again in twelve hours, as the weather was too rough to send a helicopter.

The child apologized for hiding on the boat. He'd been playing with friends when the boat had suddenly left the dock. By the time he'd gotten brave enough to come out and tell someone he was on board, there was no one there. Then there was a storm and everything broke and the power went out.

He was pretty smart fo a little guy, he had eaten the refrigerated goods first, and saved the cereals and snack food for last. Judging by what he'd eaten, I guessed he'd been out here for almost a week.

I managed to get a sail up, and we turned towards the harbor, of which I could just make out the lights shining on the bottoms of distant storm clouds. I couldn't find a child's life vest, which verified that he was a stowaway, but managed to get one of the smaller vests on him.


This morning I was in a car being driven by a cute woman with a round face, freckles dusted across her nose, and a very sleek looking pageboy haircut. Her hair was a light coppery color and her eyes were a matching shade of brown.

We were chatting about something inconsequential whe she suddenly pulled her left shoe off, causing the car to drift a bit. I was polite and didn't say anything. She crossed her left leg over her right and curled her toes so I could see her toenail polish.

" I got this really cute pedicure, see?"

Her toenails were painted with peach blossoms on a green and blue background. Her feet and toes were absolutely the cutest I have ever seen. "Your toes are the cutest I have ever seen." As I looked up from her toes my line if sight went up her very shapely calf and across her smooth thigh, under wher her sundress had hiked up to she just the tiniest bit of her yellow panties and a sparse layer of ginger curls escaping the edge.

"Hey! Eyes on the toes!"

I looked up, she was looking directly at me, blushing and pulling her dress down over her lap. The car swerved a bit.

"Eyes on the road." I resisted the urge to grab for the dash as she swerved us back into our lane.

"You owe me now!"

I crossed me left leg over and curled my toes in to show her my toenails. I was just wearing sandals.

"That's not what I mean, and you know it."

"How about we wait until you're not trying to drive?"

I woke up thinking that whoever this was she was the prettiest woman I had ever dreamed up.

Alien Turnover, Lost Charges

Tumbling at LH's house to end up down in the canyon with aliens attacking overhead. The fun part of this dream was the detail and excitement of trying to keep upright and out from under tumbling furniture as the house was turned over with unusual slowness and care. Like the aliens were turning over a rock looking for something underneath.

In fact, the aliens were still making their way along the ridge line turning over houses as they went.


At a theater conference awards show, trying to find the group I'd been asked to chaperone. Since I didn't actually know any of the kids, I couldn't figure out where they were seated.

N Visits

I dreamed that I walked into the house, the front door being wide open, and N was here. She'd taken down all the books and knick-knacks from the shelves and had several small boxes of stuff packed all ready to go on a dolly. It was interesting to see her with strawberry blonde hair.

I was not happy about her leaving me the work of putting everything back up on the shelves. "Sorry about the mess. You're going to need to reorganize, anyway," was her comment as she put the box she was working on atop the others on her dolly and then barreled out the front door without another word.

After fuming for about thirty seconds, realizing that was pointless, I then found myself wondering where the cats had gotten to.

Dance Hall Renovations

I was in a large hall with dark tiles, all variations of a reddish brown granite material. About one fifth of the tiles were missing where a set of offices had once taken up the back two corners of the building. The carpeting had been removed along with the office walls, but instead of replacing the flooring the contractor had left it bare cement. It hadn't even been painted.

Imaged to get a copy of the contract, and it was clear that the floor of the whole building was supposed to be replaced. A couple of calls led me to find that the natural looking tiles were manufactured, and there were plenty in stock. Armed with that knowledge I met with the contractor, pointing out that they could either be on the hook for the whole floor, plus penalties for not making the deadline, or they could spring for the tile I had found and send a couple of workers out to help me lay the tile before our big dance event.

My volunteer team had taken the measurements of the floor, then covered it with colored butcher paper in hopes of making the best of it. With only three days to go before the event, I managed to get the flooring contractor in there, and working with them, we got the floor installed, and recovered it with the paper.

On the night of the event, everyone was gathered as the host explained the problem with the floor. Myself and about a dozen volunteers stepped out of the crowd and pulled up the paper to reveal that the floor had been replaced. The tiles were a perfect match, and the host was astonished. We rolled the bandstand in from the back room and let the festivities begin. The colored lights reflected nicely off the faux granite tiles making a bright warm atmosphere for the dance.

Sparky's Submarine

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I dreamed that I was playing  Axelpyre's youngest child, a somewhat incompetent chemist and engineer. He sat atop a ramshackle submarine, in the middle of an alley, brick building on one side and sandstone on the other. In that regard the game looked a little bit like Minecraft.  The submarine was setting atop a rectangular carriage that was little more than a frame for two electric motors and a slew of batteries. The controls for the cart were at the end of a long ribbon cable that reached up to the edge of the open cockpit.

You're way ahead of me. Yes, open cockpit. Did I mention that Sparky here was an incompetent engineer? Hush now and let me finish telling what little bit of action followed.

A Roc of indeterminate origin croaked out it's hideous warning from high over the buildings of this rather crowded part of the city. For not non-obvious reasons, Gnomes are quite terrified of Rocs flying overhead and squaking  out their names. Now I knew that the Roc would never have fit in this narrow alley, but it seemed that the game would come to a standstill if Sparky didn't have some sort of action creating reaction to the sudden appearance this menace. 

He floored the vehicle, thrusting both control sticks forward. At this point in the dream I stopped playing and began living the part. The motors whined to life and the submarine launched itself out of the alley, in reverse. The motion was so unexpected that I fell forward and the controls slipped out of my hands and fell down onto the floor. The fall caused a bump that momentarily stopped one of the motors, causing the contraption to make a sharp right turn not going in the correct direction, of course, on a oneway street. Other cars honked and swerved to get out of the way. 

The road went down hill towards the shore of the local bay. I scrambled for the controller, but the bouncing caused me to miss it, knocking it, instead, off the ribbon cable! 

I managed to get myself upright and to get the pair of submarine propellors turning. I reversed thrust and that slowed the vehicle down, some. By varying the torque on the submarine's engines I was able to veer a little to the left or right while driving the wrong way though traffic and the signals. For good or I'll, the Roc had spotted me and was flying low over the buildings waiting for a clear shot at me. His presence had scared many of the drivers of open carriage autos off the road all ready, so my path was mostly clear to the bay. 

With a much smaller bump than I expected I drove off the road that ran along the shore and heard the rocky causeway grind away the electric carriage, flinging the sub into the shallow water. I was still driving backwards, with one eye out for the Roc.

The Roc was banking over the cities edge and coming around for another pass at me.

"All hands, dive! Dive! Dive! Dive!"

There was no one else aboard. And as I struggled to empty the buoyancy tanks, I realized that I hadn't installed the dome for the cockpit, yet.

"All hands, prepare for emergency surface!"

Frantic now, I looked at where I was headed, set the motors to full reverse and barely managed to roll the sub over just in time to avoid being plucked out of it by the Roc.

I slewed the craft around just in time to miss a bridge abutment. "All stop!" shouted to my non- existent crew. I put the engines in full forward and brought the craft to a stop under the brick and concrete supports that lifted it up away from the shore to arch gracefully to the far side of the bay. I could hear the Roc high over the bridge squaking out it's frustration. 

I also thought the moldy algae smell was a little overpowering for a game.

Wife, Brother, Best Friends

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I was in bed, asthma and foot and hand pain making it difficult to want to get up. N appeared at the foot of my bed. She was dressed in a creme dress with bright flowers all over it. (Like the T mobile girl would wear.) It was scoop necked and tight waisted with a flared skirt. She had obviously gotten over her fear of pink because her lipstick was bright fuchsia. N was there to gloat over the divorce being final and to show me "what I was missing out on." 

I knew I was dreaming by this time, so asked myself why was my brain doing  this? Instead of an answer the conversation just continued with N saying it went wrong four years ago when I refused to go along on some Victorian costume jaunt. 

So apparently it had nothing to do with my near constant complaints about my illness or my dislike of her self medication, or my being overweight. I realized there was no use arguing, as I would be arguing with myself.


Later I dreamed that my brother had come down to visit, a little escape time. We were walking along one of the many trails at the WAP. We talked a little about growing up, and a lot about how different it was for his kids. I didn't have much to offer, as I had only worked with hundreds of kids that were not my own, and with few exceptions we were involved in activities they desperately wanted to succeed at. Really a very different environment than a family.


This morning's offering was the trip to the San Diego ComicCon 2012, and because of the number of us we ended up having to take two cars. No one rode with me so I was on my own. 

I managed to snag a small parking space on the street, neatly tucked in between to red zones, but the curb was clearly not red, and there were white space indicator lines on either end of the spot. I walked back to the entrance and waited for the rest of them to show up.

It was so noisy that they didn't hear me calling to them as they walked by. I had left my cell phone at home, so had no way to call M and ask him to wait for me inside. By the time I got checked in, the floor had opened and my group was gone. I hoped they would remember to meet at six for dinner.

Kite Disaster

I was in a huge warehouse of what I would call vintage design. Red brick, narrow windows in tiny panes across the top quarter of the long walls. Inside we had a giant round parafoil style kite attached to a pile of lumber. A giant fan rattled and whirred in the center of building. The large loading doors were open on either narrow end, creating a makeshift wind tunnel. I could see the main line of the kite being pulled down into the fan, and just moments before the line was cut started shouting to get the researchers out of the way.
The line went into the fan, cutting it almost instantly. I ducked into a nearby doorway as the stack of lumber swung down and flattened the giant fan under it. Although the power had been cut, the blades were still rotating. Wood and metal fragments were blasted across the warehouse; shattering the windows within thirty feet of the centerline.
I don't believe anyone was injured or killed, but knew this was going to be a setback for the air pressure lifting project.

Fly!

Woke up to the shout, "Fly! Fly on insects' wings!" in a deep woman's voice from right outside my bedroom slider. All of the cats were along the floor under the curtains looking up along the edge of the hot tub. I have no idea what that was about.