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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 18, 2014

English Country Dancing, or Something Like It

I've been learning a new skill, and having a blast. Been at it for a month now. Last night was the first night I dreamed about English Country Dancing, sort of. We'd just finished for the evening, so there was no actual dancing in the dream, and during the announcements several "Trades" were announced. I was surprised, it appears that I was slated to be traded to a "Western Country Dancing" group, for a couple of Scottish dancers who decided they didn't like Square Dancing. 

"Wait a second, how come they get to decide and I don't?"

"There's two of them."

Ah, that made perfect sense, until I woke up.

Friday, November 07, 2014


This morning I found myself and a tall blond hiding out in a new car dealership showroom. We were hunting for the non-valet keys, And living off the vending machines. It seemed that we were a few days into hiding when a well armed group of fellow survivors showed up outside. Unfortunately they were pretty noisy getting there, so they were being followed by hordes of zombies. I was able to get one of the roll up doors open enough to get them all inside. They were heavily armed, but not with anything that could open the key safe. My tall willowy friend was immediately attracted to the likewise tall, fit, well armed leader of the new group. I was not in the least surprised by this. The round-bodied older gal who was partner to him previously was.

There were now enough of us, however, to carry the safe up to the roof and drop it off. The smaller people distracted the zombies, and then we tossed the safe off in front of the roll up door. It broke open, but damaged the door, so there was a mad scramble to find the keys for the showroom vehicles before the zombies made their way around to the noise and the jammed open roll-up.

By the time we got rolling I had become separated from the group, as I was pumping gas for everyone and was the last one to get out of the showroom. I had to go fill up while the rest of the group drove away, distracting the zombies. I had a big car full of sodas and junk food, extra gas, but no weapon, and no companions. I also had no idea where the rest of the group was headed.

Thursday, November 06, 2014

Driving in My Car

I turned up the radio, to drown out the sound of the grumbly engine and tires. The clutch felt like it had gravel in it and the accelerator kept sticking in spots or making an arcing and sizzling noise. I remember thinking I shouldn't have driven it across the stream a few miles back. Finally I just got fed up with it and got out. The day from the view in the car was windy and wet, outside the car, sunny with a pleasant cool breeze.

I shouldered my computer bag, grabbed a bottle of water, and set out for home. I cut out across a meadow at one point, and surprised a pair of cheetah cubs. They started following me, so I doubled back to the meadow, hoping their mom would summon them away from me. When that didn't happen I left them a cat food tin and headed home while they were distracted.

They caught up with me just as I was raising my garage door. They raced past me and into the house, where, by the time I got there, Teddy and Giles had cornered them and were cleaning their ears. I figured they'd work it all out and put everything down so I could head out and bring the car home, since the empty garage made me feel guilty for abandoning the car.

When I got back to the car it was upside down, so I found a couple of plastic shopping bags and wrapped it up to keep the bugs out. I really wished I had the cell phone so I could call for a tow truck, but it was in the computer bag at home. Then I realized the car fit in a pair of shopping bags, so scooped it up with both arms and carried it home.

R asked me why I wasn't driving it today. I replied that it was "being bad."

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Monday, November 03, 2014

Tubers to Hell and Back

The dream started with myself and the brown haired female companion making our way over a fence into a backyard that was completely overgrown with different berry bushes and a plant that had large manioc like tubers. We had a long discussion about how to identify if these were the edible sort, or the poison variety that needed special processing to be edible. Neither of us seemed to know what that migh be, however. We harvested some of the tubers, being careful to not damage the host plant in the process. We took a lot of the ripe berries as well.

Once the back of Little Red was full we headed out on the freeway into the island valley, as we both felt the coast would be too crowded, and there might not be enough water over the long term.

As we were headed across the valley we were forced off the road by a large line of wrecked traffic, we bounced across the flat valley floor, and came to a ridge line that overlooked a wide valley with three symbols on the floor of the even deeper valley below us. We chose to head to the one on our right, as it looked the most like it might be an airfield. I turned Little Red down the hill and we bounced and bobbled over the rough ground, finally coming to an access road of little better smoothness than the plains I'd been driving on. We parked and decide to hike into the central area where there were some lights.

The center of the area was filled with planes. We didn't find any of the pilots, however, we did find a portal of some sort, and it looked like a passageway directly to hell. Just as we decided that retreat would be a better option, we were confronted by a large demonic lamia. Without any hesitation we bundled her up and dragged her back to the portal. When we tossed her through it, the portal closed.

I drove Little Red down into the center of the airfield, but  it was pretty obvious that the off reading had taken its toll on my little car. We searched around for a suitable plane and settled on a single engine plane that still had full tanks. We found some solar panels and set them up to recharge my car, and decided to fly the plane out to look for a tire shop that we could land near. I wasn't to sure about the last bit, but my companion seemed confident that she could land the plane and take off again as long as the roadway was clear. That, of course, was my exact concern, that we wouldn't find a suitable runway.

Being airborn was a liberating feeling, and we both remarked that it was a shame that we couldn't just stay in the air all the time. I suggested that we should see if there was a blimp available. She headed the plane towards the coast, as she knew where the Goodyear blimp hangers were located.

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