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Fermius Firefly

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

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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.

Saturday, June 02, 2012

Visiting Dad in Mountainside Dream City

Happy 50th to my brother today.

I dreamed I was visiting the Mountainside Dream City. I am not as familiar with this city as the coastal city where I live in the Dreamlands. I frequently find myself lost there, but once I get myself back to the main arteries, I can usually find my way around. This time I was wandering, and came across a lovely teacher who was out walking with her class.

We were all taking in the historic center of the city. There was a tour guide who shepherded us along the route, explaining what the various buildings were. We took a turn to go through one of the newest buildings, so new it was still under construction. The students were suddenly all over the place, and myself and several of the other adults spread out to bring hem all back. I discovered that I could climb/fly so I was able to get up high and point the kids out, helping guide them all back to the group. When the kids confronted me about being able to fly, I showed them the cable and hook from a convenient crane. Explaining that I was just climbing and swinging on the wire.

One student got that I was fibbing, but I put my fingers to my lips, and he just smiled and nodded. The teacher and I walked her class back to her school. She invited me in, but I felt uncomfortable with not checking in with the office first. I checked into the office and got my visitor badge. There I borrowed a post-it not, rather a long process that looked like it was going to have to be repeated for a pen or pencil. I slipped out to find the classroom, figuring there wild be pencils there.

I left the post-it with the cute teacher, giving her my name, number in town, and my home number. She was obviously sad when she figured it was from a couple thousand miles away. I helped in her classroom for a bit, meeting all of her fellow teachers as they each took their kids to lunch or recess. I think they were all stopping by to make sure she was okay, and that I wasn't some sort of monster. It made me feel good that she was so well regarded, so loved.

She offered to give me a lift back to my dad and aunt's place (grand-pa’s really, but he’d recently passed away.) She admitted that she wasn't sure about me, but her students had really liked me, and she trusted them.

We drove up past the church to my dad’s place. I pointed out the stack of graves where may grandpa was buried. We arrived at the duplex my dad and aunt shared. The stairs up to the front door, on the second floor, were collapsed in a heaping ruin, separated from the front walk by several strands of caution tape, not that anyone with half a brain would try to navigate them. The garage opened as we walked up. I pointed out the ruined front stairs, explaining that i was here specifically to help get them repaired before winter.

My aunt came out from next door and told me I could use her car tomorrow if I would take dad to his doctor’s appointments. I agreed, and made a date to pick up the teacher and take all three of us to dinner.

All in all a fairly mellow and normal dream, except for the super powers bit.

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