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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, November 22, 2011

Dreaming Of Missing N

I awoke feeling sad, sad to the point of tears. The narrow bed was lonely and cold, the thin blankets not enough to keep me warm and there was not a cat to be found. I got out of bed and looked across the dry rocky back yard. I missed N fiercely, and there was nothing to be done for it. I sobbed a bit, then watched the few stars that could be seen through the haze. I wondered when I would finally make it through a night without thinking of N. My parent's back yard held no answers.
Then I awoke for real, in my (formerly our) bed, surrounded by cats who were all tucked in close trying to stay warm. I still missed N and was still sad, and I still wondered how long before I can sleep through a whole night without thinking of her.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Driving to the Zombie Apocolypse

Last night and this mornings dreams both started out as driving dreams. Yesterday, I was actually a passenger in Rs pickup truck, his wife was sitting between us and there were a couple of our friends in the back of the truck. We were driving away from Escondido, headed out to the coast intent on reaching the Marine base at Pendleton. Unfortunately the dream soon morphed into the tsunami dream where the first wave had all ready washed across the freeway, taking the wandering zombies with it as it withdrew. We arrived at a low spot in the road at the same time as another wall of water was approaching.

The people in the back of the truck shouted at R to Go, go, go! as there were zombie drivers approaching. How they could tell there were zombies driving, I dont know. R started driving as the water rose up on the low part of the road. The truck fishtailed and R was having trouble keeping the front end, where the drive wheels were located, on the road. I opened the window into the bed area and told everyone back there to grab the end of my seat belt and to crowd up to the front. I was trying to shift as much weight to the front as possible, trying to keep us on the road as the water continued to rise.

In the distance I could see the wall of water climbing, and it was far higher that the truck. I didnt know if we would be able to make it up to the next hill, or even if the next hill would be tall enough to protect us.

I woke up with a very full bladder.

This mornings drive was being undertaken by myself. Little Red was on the last quarter tank of gas, and I knew I would have to fuel up soon if I was to keep going. Only trouble was, most of the gas stations were in Zombie Territory. I figured that I had about 120 miles left, but since I couldnt know how clear the roads would be, it could be considerably less. The weather was getting cooler, so I needed to drive to keep warm. I had blankets and water and some food. I decided to head inland to agriculture territory, figuring the fewer people the fewer zombies. I was hopeful I could find a gas station that still had power, because putting gas in from a tiny pail on a string was a pain.

Apparently Id all ready had to do that, as I had a memory of pulling gasoline out of an underground tank a two liter jug at a time. All the while watching for zombies. The container had pretty much melted by the time Id finished filling up the tank. I vowed to look for some gas cans next time I stopped, even though a pair of five gallon tanks would pretty much put me in the position of tossing out other items. I hated the idea of giving up Little Red, as I was still getting over 50 miles per gallon, even on bad roads.

At the moment I was driving across a frontage road, as the freeway was clogged at many of the onramps. I would get on the freeway only when I saw a clear path to the next exit, otherwise I was trying to stay on the frontage roads. I found myself driving next to a field of ripe grain, and wondered how much I would have to harvest to be able to make any sort of bread or porridge, or beer, I supposed. I also wondered how safe it would be to stop and harvest, if there was anyone left alive out here.

I climbed up on top of my car and looked out across the fields. Nothing was moving at the farm buildings. There was no house, so I assumed it was a company farm of some sort. I could see barns, but none were open. I also could see gas pumps, so decided to drive up and risk running into unhappy people.

If the compound was occupied I would just move on, after all I had another hundred miles or so to look for resources, and gasoline. When I drove around the dusty road to the gates of the place, I could tell it was all locked up, and abandoned. There was a very slender dog in the shade of one of the buildings, he made a wheezing bark at me, and then sat down, whining. I know it was probably not a rational thing to do, but I grabbed some of my canned meat and opened it up before breaking into the place. He made no attempt to prevent me from breaking open the lock and then driving my car into the compound. I closed the gates behind me an used the car to hold them shut.

There was power, as the farm buildings had solar panels. There were no human remains, and most importantly, I didnt see any signs of Zombies wandering around. If there were any inside the buildings I didnt know, but wasnt going to go looking for them. The dog, a Rottweiler or similar was grateful for his meal, and when he finished he walked over to where I was inspecting the gasoline tanks. I was trying to make sure I didnt accidentally fill the cans Id found with diesel, and neither of the tanks were labeled in English. I kept talking to the dog, not sure if hed suddenly remember that he was supposed to be a guard dog. However, the dog sat at my feet while I filled up multiple tanks, watching me the whole time. After a bit his tail began to wag. He then walked over to the car with me when I carried the first two cans to Little Red. The dog stopped at the passenger door, and then stretched out in the shade of the car. I filled the tank and took both the empty can, and the part empty can back for more fuel. The dog stayed by the car.

On the next trip back to the car, I found some spare wire and used it to wire the gate shut, figuring it would keep zombies out long enough for me to get to safety. Although, if there were to be zombies at the gate, I didnt really know where I would drive to get out of the place. As night fell I decided to camp in a generator room, where I found a trashcan full of dog food. My new friend was very happy about that. The generator room had a roof access that allowed me to get up to the barn roof, where the solar panels were located. I figured if there were zombies in the compound, the dog wouldnt have still been alive. But if he had somehow survived zombies, we had an escape route.

I started to wonder if staying here, after making sure it was safe to do so, would be a good idea. I could harvest the grain and then store it against the winter that I knew was coming. There was no way to carry nearly enough to keep the dog and I fed for any length of time. In fact, I figured I would have to abandon a lot of tools and supplies to take the dog anywhere in the car. However I didnt want to just abandon the animal, who Im fairly certain was destined to starve if someone hadnt come along.

I awoke to barking, and looked out the grimy window into the compound. The dog was standing in the yard, pointed out towards the fence, and my car. I grabbed a fire axe and stepped out to see what was going on. I expected zombies, but instead there was a pack of coyotes loping down the access road, their eyes roving the fence, looking for holes, I suspect. They ran by us, the dog having come to stand at my hip, and watched us, not afraid, but not aggressive, either.

Ad astra per technica,

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Sunday, November 13, 2011

Infected Laptop, Erotic Zombies.

Dreamed we got a porn pop up infected laptop at work. I was assigned the job of cleaning off the pop up generator and key loggers and the like. I discovered that the laptop was acting like a file host, but couldn't figure out why it would, since the porn content was actually pretty mild and mainstream looking, as such things go. (All attractive people doing attractive things to one another.) At first I was very tempted to make a clone of the hard drive just so I could investigate it further, some of the photos were more art than photography.  I figured that there was something else going on below the obvious, so decided not to risk doubling up on the problem by making a second drive. In fact I decide that we would wipe the drive down to the partition tables and low level format it.

I didn't want to take a chance of losing any of the administrator's real data. So we shut off the system and removed the drive. I mounted it on another system with a different OS and was able to save the person's documents. I could see that there was a single large file on the drive taking up several hundred Gigs. Sort of a partition in a partition. It must have taken quite some time to create that.

The next dream was slightly different from the normal zombie dream, in that there were zombies mixed in with the making of an adult erotic thriller. The plot of the film was a mix of "Moonlighting," "Charlie's Angels," and "Walking dead" all shot on a studio back lot. In the course of the story we discover that the zombies want to breed as well as feed. In the dream's reality, we discovered that exposure to sexual body fluids cured zombies. Either causing them to die, if they were the slow undead type, or to revert if they were the fast infected type.

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False Waking Night Terror

I had a false waking dream, and true to the genre, I awoke twice during the dream before waking up for real.

The first time I woke in the dream was because N was standing in the doorway calling my name. She was all dolled up in a sailor suit like outfit, not the school girl sort of thing, but the big buttoned shirt and bell bottom trousers kind. The shirt was cut to show off her trim tummy tuck, and her breast enhancements. She had also had her hair cut and dyed, so it was in a loose curly bob, not quite an Afro.

She was being very pleasant but evasive on the topic of why she was in my house at all. I managed to struggle out of bed, and stepped out into the hall. The hall closet had been replaced with a wall of drawers and small cabinets. I knew immediately that I was dreaming, and I found that I liked that look and wanted to remember it when it comes time I want to remodel the hallway.

I then found myself back in bed, sweating, glad that particular night terror was over when came the crashing and breaking noises from all over the house. Heaps of clothing from on top of the dressers landed on the bed, and the pile was so heavy at the head of the bed that I had to slither down and come out at the foot of the bed instead. I was glad I don't tuck the foot of the sheets in. Once I got out I was greeted by the musty smell of old sweatshirts that had long ago been cat pissed. I flung them off the bed, cursing at the cats, not only for their past transgressions but for the continuing crashing and howling coming from all over the house. 

I crawled across the lumpy bed and turned on the light. The entire contents of the bedroom drawers and closets were dumped on the bed and floor. My camera was broken, the lens assembly at the foot of the bed and the body by the door. It had to have been broken and it's parts tossed into the room. That's when I figured out that it couldn't have been the cats. I began to panic, as the noise was continuing from the rest of the house. I looked out the bedroom door and could see that the floor of my front room and kitchen was in a similar state, all the cabinet doors flung open or ripped off the cabinets completely.

I was sill trapped under the covers and struggled to get out so I could confront whoever was doing this. The noise finally stopped, like power outage quiet, and that was even more terrifying, aside from my wheezing and blood pounding in my ears, there was no noise at all. 

When I awoke for real I was laying in a pool of sweat, no cats in the room, and I had to get up and walk through every room of the house and turn on every light to make sure everything was all right. 

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Thursday, November 10, 2011

Party Mansion

T-Rex and Teddy were with me on a visit to a large country estate owned by a wealthy older woman. Her staff and friends were, all, like her, very attractive people. 

At one point I was telling how T would sit up and beg, not only did he demonstrate, but Teddy decided to come out of hiding and show off as well. The pretty women were taking turns feeding them out of a cereal bowl as the went from lap to lap. I heard the owner calling and as I got up to go greet her the others encouraged me to hang back and describe what she was wearing first. I poked my head out my cottage door and waved to her, describing the slender creme colored shift with satiny highlights kind the fluffy half sweater that helped bulk up her slim torso. She walked over towards us, and I could tell the group was confused.

"What's that she's wearing," and "I've never seen that before," we're a couple of the comments. Most of them decided to skedaddle, leaving me, the cats and one of her older friends. I knew I didn't want the very dressed up woman to come into the cottage for long as I had just discovered floras and mites.

She entered anyway, saying I should just go ahead and have the place treated, but the kitties and I should come stay with her in the main house until it was done. She called up to the house to arrange to have us moved into the orange suite.

I remember picking through some bedding and clothing to get stuff without flea dirt all over it. Fortunately the infestation seemed very limited at that point. Only T had any sign of fleas, Teddy seemed to be unbothered.

The woman found me a tuxedo and told me to dress up as we were going out to dinner. She insisted her friend come along as well. "I would have taken the others, but they all ran away."

"They seemed to be afraid of you," I said.

"And you're not?" 

"No, I can leave any time."

"So can they," she smiled at me, "that's why I like you, you don't act like you need me."

"Well, not in that way..." I pulled her close and danced her around, then we headed back up the walk to the main house arm in arm.

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Friday, November 04, 2011

Glass Building and Crochet Critters

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Glass Tower Escape

Yeah, um, not sure what this was now, vaguely remember that it was like my work building, only several stories taller. Everyone in IT was packing up their desks and getting out. We'd been outsourced..

Windup Crochet Critters

Now this was a very weird, but cool dream. I had crocheted a ten inch eyelash mite, and a much larger bedbug sort of thing. The eyelash mite was made out of some sort of yarn that wriggled when it's temperature changed. I warmed it up, then as it cooled it raced up my parents screen door. It was actually sort of amazing just how far it could go, about a dozen feet or so. The bedbug, which remembering it now was actually much flatter, wasn't made from the same yarn. To make it go I had to hook the mite up to its back. The mite wriggling pulled on the threads that controlled the bug's legs.

It crawled under my dad's touch and down into the neighbors yard, where I expected it to be torn to shreds by the dog. The dog seemed to be afraid of it and it curved back around and made it almost out to the street.


I have absolutely no idea of why I wrote this. I can't even say if it is a woman's name or the plant.

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