Spying on the castle-mansion, foiled by pitbulls

I was perhaps a spy or something, and had walked up an outdoor walkway in the woods to the outside entrance to the top (third?) story of a castle/mansion of grand proportions (maybe football-field sized).

The door was open, looking into a roomy stone hallway. Before I could really step in, a pair of pretty evil-looking brown pitbull-like dogs came up to me and began to menace.

On and off, they went from baring their teeth and looking ready to pounce, to zoning out and looking nonchalant. I decided, though, that I better not take chances, so I strolled back down into the woods. The dogs followed me for a ways, still switching between evil and docile.

The last stretch out of the woods was a neatly delimited steep slope, covered in fallen leaves, with a railing all the way up the left side. As I climbed the slope, holding onto the railing, I noticed that the entire railing was covered with a very thick layer of whipped cream.

Chilling fox and waving bear

I had just woken up (not actually, but in the dream), and was lying in bed. My bed was in the basement, but it was near a small ground-level window, out of which I could look at the back yard. I saw mom and dad in the back yard, along with the dogs. But I also saw a red fox there. Surprisingly, it wasn't doing much of anything. It wasn't scared of the people and dogs there, it wasn't trying to attack anything or run away. It just kind of stood around.

I grabbed my point-and-shoot camera, which was in my bed with me already, zoomed in on the fox, and took a couple pictures and a short video, expecting the fox to run away at any moment. But the fox never did go anywhere. It was just chilling.

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Next dream: in the back yard of our current house, near the far back gate of our tall wood picket fence. My dad was sitting in a lawn chair, facing away from the fence, and next to him was a news anchor — Brian Williams, I think — interviewing him.

I walked up towards them, and suddenly I caught sight of a large brown bear in the woods behind the fence. I waved to it, and it got up on its hind legs and waved back, with a vacant expression on its face, then started ambling towards us. I told Dad and Brian Williams to get moving, and we fled towards the front of the house. Every once in a while, the bear would get back up on its hind legs and wave again, then continue ambling over towards us.

We got out to the front yard, and headed inside the house (which now more resembled our Cantilever house in Lake Ridge).

Voldemort and the big, nasty...

I was being chased by Voldemort in a circle around a very crowded, slopy, cobblestoned village block in the late evening. He was quite intent on killing me. The only way I was able to keep ahead of him and out of his reach was to repeatedly teleport myself to slightly different spots ahead of me while running. However, I wasn't very skilled at teleportation, so, in order to cast the teleport spell, I had to actually describe to myself, out loud, where I wanted to teleport to (like, "the spot over there next to the general store" or "just to the left of that group of people"). So I was just barely quick enough to stay out of his reach.

We went in a circles around the village block a few times, when finally I managed to teleport myself such that, when Voldemort appeared behind me again, there was a very nasty, large, bright orange arachnid beast behind him, who apparently had it out for Voldemort, and was capable of killing him physically without using magic.

Voldemort was so busy chasing me that he didn't even have time to react before the arachnid killed him. Score.

Escape with the apes, and taking a chunk out of a punk

I (female), one way or another, ended up being held in a skyscraper by an evil corporation or militia; also being held there were associates of mine, several chimp-like people who moved sort of like large humanoid muppets. They were smart enough to carry on rational conversations (in sort of goofy muppet-like voices) but they were completely befuddled when it came to technology. We made our escape, and later I was hanging out with them in someplace resembling a mix of a swanked out office building and an Ewok tree village. A couple of the chimp people were sitting in front of a computer (right in front of the railing at the top of a quite wide, shallow, circular ramp that led to the next floor down), shaking/cocking their heads in confusion in sort of an endearing way.

After our escape, I was outside in a semi-urban area (maybe just outside of the skyscraper we had escaped from), and I had just reached the edge of another property, an open area near a dumpster, chain link fence, and tar bike path, not far from the road. A punk on a bike (one who had tried to harass me from his bike earlier in the dream, before the skyscraper) showed up on the path and started trying to bug me. I walked along the bike path, with him keeping up, until we reached a lightly forested area that the bike path continued through. He was starting to swing at me with what appeared to be claws like Wolverine's. I looked at my own right hand as I put out my own claws of the same type, though a little thinner and rounder than Wolverine's. I hacked back at the biker punk and got a good slice in across his right cheek before I woke up.

Father Chuck Rogers and conc jumping

At a large, open, mall-like building called Metro Center (not that I saw any evidence of a subway), which, from the outside, had a very interesting shape. I would say it was curvy, made mostly from off-white concrete, and its profile somewhat resembled the shape of Iowa. More interestingly, an edge along the sides and roof (the outline of the building, from my perspective) had a moving track around it, like an escalator railing, and attached to the track were curvy futuristic chairs which held a single person and had them traveling (facing backwards) up the side and over the roof, tilting somewhat awkwardly up and down as the curve changed.

Inside the building, I passed by a guy who was sort of a mix of Mister Rogers, Chuck Norris, and a church pastor. He had a perfect memory for everyone he had met, and as he walked through the crowded concourse, he greeted most everyone he passed, including me.

Later, as I was headed back the other direction, trying to get somewhere, I saw him again, and I figured he might have spotted me too, but I felt like I didn't have time to say hello again, so I hurried off (perhaps not running, but certainly walking fast) towards my destination, and put quite some distance between us. But apparently, Father Chuck Rogers cannot be denied interaction, and he made like a doberman, charged after me and caught up so he could say hi.

Later, outside the "Metro Center" in daylight, I walked over to a flat, grassy, sidewalky park area. A few random men and women were there on one stretch of grass, practicing conc jumping (like in Team Fortress Classic). I decided to join in, and we were practicing choreographing our jumps with lines sung from the song I Don't Want to Set the World on Fire by the Ink Spots (featured in the game Fallout 3). Specifically, I watched as one of the women tried to time a jump to the word "fire". Her concussion grenade went off at about the right time, but she slightly mistimed her jump, so she was only lifted three or four feet in the air.

Chairman Mao, the gryphon thief

Greg and I went to rescue our gryphon from Chairman Mao's palace where it was being held. Mao had also stolen a life-size ornamental replica gryphon and we were going to try to get that back too. We managed to find our gryphon in a very large, tall, ornamented room, and set him loose, but it wasn't strong enough to fly us out. So, without that convenient escape mechanism, we decided to put off stealing back the replica gryphon (which we believed was somewhere on the top floor, while we were still at ground level now). We sent the gryphon flying back to camp, and followed after it, running. We all made it back to camp, which was across the street, without incident.

Return of the evil saxophone

Evil saxophone returned. I was standing in a train car on an Amtrak-style train, near the door to the next train. The general atmosphere of the train was.. dark gray. My back was to the wall, with the door to my left. I was pondering something or other, and it suddenly registered with me that there had been the faint sound of a saxophone in the background. As I focused, it got louder, seeming to be coming from the other side of the door. The tune was going "glory glory hallelujah". I suddenly went rushing away through the air, in kind a wavery, snakelike swirling motion, or like the swirl of a balloon letting its air out, towards the other end of the car.

Awoke with sleep paralysis, which I tolerated for 15-20 seconds before trying to budge out.

Nawab-based invasion of Wawa

Helping to secure Nawab (Indian restaurant in Williamsburg) as a base of operations in the forthcoming invasion of Wawa. We get Nawab pretty well secured but the army in Nawab gets bigger than I had expected and less fun to hang out with.

Later, walking around a grass-hilly/woody part of a campus, I run across Dorian M. Wow, it's Dorian M. Her hair is very slightly darker than usual, but everything else matches. Somebody (maybe her?) accidentally bumps me back down a particular hill. It's fine, it's alright, but I have to keep walking backwards to the bottom because I can't start back up without some momentum in the other direction.

I see professor Cooper in the hallway and we talk briefly (perhaps even about the Nawab-based war) and then he cuts towards his office. I decide to be funny and as soon as I get around the corner so he can't see me, I start running away. He does see me, but it is indeed funny so no harm done.

Voluntary execution

We're in what seems to be a regular sized classroom in a high school. 30 or 40 people (men and women, mostly between 20-30 years of age) are (mostly) all standing up in front of rows of seats facing a firing squad of some kind (Nazi Germany, no?). They seem to have volunteered for this, however. From my perspective (from the executionees' right side) there are a few more gunners kneeling near me, ready to fire if something goes wrong. The first two or three rows are shot down without a hitch. In the next row, the guy nearest us (big, shaved stubble head) is having major second thoughts, and kind of looks away and sits down. The rest of that row are shot dead. The man* closest to the sitting guy fires and kills him.

A few more rows back, a group of friends, and notably a tall thin girl with medium-short sandy blonde hair (and maybe glasses) are awaiting their turn. To my left two guys (civilians) are sitting Indian-style facing the gunners.. they seem to not be participating. The one behind the other even seems kind of jovial. Finally, it gets down to the row with the sandy blonde girl. Suddenly, she up and says to a guy nearby, "Let's go for a walk." Apparently, the jovial guy on the sidelines hears this and for some reason thinks it's directed at him. He busts out a wide grin.

The girl and the guy she talked to, and a few others, make their way around us and to the door (front and left, from executionees' perspective). At this point I am the perspective of the man* who shot the sitting guy earlier. I really don't want to shoot the girl as she walks out the door, but I feel obliged to look like I'm trying. I fire twice, both shots landing above the doorway. They have left. A few of my colleagues slowly begin to pursue. I also go out into the hallway to try to find where they went. After I pass by a senior officer (reminds me of the principle Ferengi from Buffy) I hear their footsteps and voices but I'm not quite sure which way they are, as I find myself at an intersection of a few hallways/stairways.