Pizza place computer care

At a carry-out pizza place (for some reason), Neil and I were trying to help Greg get his computer working. We were doing something with the hard drive (either backing it up or replacing it), and I noted that since Greg was using Windows 95, the hard drive would be the M: drive in "My Computer".

We had also brought small boxes with toys in them (my intuition tells me they may have been both LEGO and Star Wars-themed). At one point, in the busy, cramped front area of this pizza place, one of the female employees handed one of the boxes to me, as if someone else had told her to give it to me, even though I already knew it was there and that I owned it.

Meanwhile, Greg's computer was no longer there. Not sure where it went.

The foot and the doll

I was in a house (perhaps we had just recently moved in — there was more to this dream before this point that I can't remember), in my first-story bedroom. I noticed something really bizarre below the window — just along the edge of the wall, sticking out of the floor, was what appeared to be a human male foot, bottom-side up. I was both vaguely disturbed and fascinated.

I decided to pull up the rug and see what the foot was attached to. Instead of it being a human (body), it turned out that there was a weird female doll lying there in the floor, about 3 feet tall, made out of beige-painted metal, with joints and hinges very obvious, wearing perhaps a Victorian-era off-white dress. I brought it to the kitchen where my mom and dad were. My mom recognized the doll, but didn't really want to be associated with it. Apparently she had stashed it away there in the bedroom.

Randomly shopping while my neighborhood turns into NYC

I had gone across the street to Old Bridge Festival shopping center, to the far left where Blockbuster and Jerry's were, and walked into a random store to poke around. Most of the stuff in the store was toys and knick-knacks. On my way out, I saw a bunch of male and female action figures on a low shelf to my right, all of them topless. The female ones were particularly artificially well-endowed, and had been turned away from the aisle, presumably so as not to offend decent shoppers.

I went out to my car, but I had to wait there awkwardly as two black women were getting out of a vehicle next to my driver's side door. They were just kind of standing there talking, but I didn't want to be rude. I noticed a couple pairs of sunglasses had somehow fallen out of the passenger side of my car, so I grabbed those while waiting.

I finally got back in my car and started up the hill to cross Old Bridge Road back to Cricket Lane. When I got close enough to see over the ridge, however, the other side of Old Bridge Rd was a steep dropoff and past that was a sprawling city with many old skyscrapers (in my mind, it was New York City). I couldn't go directly to Cricket Lane -- instead I had to take an access entry to Old Bridge Rd, just 30 feet or so to the left of the Cricket Ln intersection. It looked impossible, because I had to cross two lanes to get into the turn lane and there were always cars stopped at the light blocking my way.

Talking windows spoil breakfast

A girl finds out the house next door is possessed by several spirits. They talk through the windows of the house, animatronic like. One was a German military officer, another was an American military officer. Others talk some too but don't introduce themselves. They order some food for delivery or something. The girl sleeps there overnight. She has some weird inflatable nylon doll, as big as she is. Upon waking up, she finds it has deflated. She complains to her parents (? they're kind of old) next door and tries to reinflate it (the bottom is just like a bag end that ties closed, but she finds it has holes elsewhere.

While eating breakfast with her parents (?) and one other, younger woman (not sure what anyone's connection to each other is), the older lady and her husband begin to be poltergeisted by the spirits of the house next door. They take the woman's (gray) hair and start blowing it up and out, and spinning it in circles like fan blades. She initially doesn't react, but then she tries to go outside. She steps out into extreme wind. The father (?), now scared, tries to secure the girl, but cannot reach her. The wind blowing inside makes it difficult to move, and he seems to keep suddenly teleporting to different positions in the room when it seems like he's getting close. The end is kind of gruesome.

Racheem's love

Later dream involved AOL Instant Messenger. I had apparently logged on for the first time in a very long time. A few people started bombarding me with messages, including one whose screen name was "Alyssa" and whose icon was the face of a magenta-haired female night elf from WoW. Apparently we were online friends from when I used to play TFC, and, although it hadn't been obvious to me, she was obsessed with me. She reminded me that her first name was "Racheem" (an image of her popped into my mind -- thin, hispanic or middle eastern, dark medium length hair -- above shoulder --, medium-short height, late teens). Interesting that I could now read all this text when I had seen none during my earlier lucid dream. She went on and on about this and that -- there was one point where she said she "sent my arm to her friend" -- accompanied by an image of me and ?Neil sitting on a couch (in Cantilever Ct. basement?) with a gag-arm hanging next to us. After answering other people's IMs, I had trouble figuring out how to go back to hers (the interface was atypical -- large window with tabs at the top -- new IMs had light blue tab text). When I finally clicked back, she had written four or five paragraph-long messages -- a few glimpses indicated that she was making some kind of emotionally charged confession. However, I saw that she had signed off while I had been clicked away. Then for some reason, her entire tab disappeared and I was annoyed that I couldn't read it. Wondered to myself whether it had been logged somewhere, but couldn't find it.

Rebecca at IHOP; weird games

Rebecca M and her mother (who I hadn't met in real life — in the dream she seemed kind of mean) sitting on a curb at a parking lot of IHOP or some other chain restaurant like that. Rebecca changed into Stephanie B.

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I was watching the progress of a weird game, the goal of which was to land a spotted egg in cup-shaped top of a tower. It seemed like something out of The Flintstones.

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Addictive toys — names: "view cube", "unending meshed dog" (? — turning cubes; one in the middle of the bottom had a chain coming out). Strange computer keyboard (multiples of certain letters; "L" key was hard to find compared to others), given by Greg, it seems.