September 18th, 2002 CE

I dreamed that I was flying through the air by means of hanging from a huge number of party balloons, which, for some reason, were flying along a fairly direct patth through the sky, as opposed to drifting lazily up into the stratosphere. As the dream began, they were floating along at a fixed height, above a bunch of buildings and trees, only to stop upon arriving above a building which resembled my place of work, save that it had a number of giant smokestacks from which whisphy grey smoke was rising. The balloons, myself along with them, descended into one of these stacks.

Without transition, I found myself inside of the top floor of my work, in full uniform. The building was dark and deserted; I supposed it was a weekend morning, and nobody had come in to turn on the lights yet. The only light to be seen were slanted rays of sunlight coming through the windows. For whatever reason, I decided to take off my shoes, socks, and jacket, and prance about the building. My first move was towards the giant staircase which leads down into the central atrium, and there I hopped up onto the railing (which is smooth and cylindrical and perhaps 3 inches in diameter), and, clutching it in thespace between my large toes and the toes adjacent to them, walked down the railing to the main floor.

Upon arriving there, I realized something was amiss; there was nobody in the building and no guard was on duty. Then, outside of the main entrance, I saw two guards who I didn't recognise arguing. I decided to go out andsee what was going on, though I realized I would be in trouble for being in the building - barefoot - while I wasn't on-duty.

As I opened the door to get out, one of the other guards pushed past me to get inside, leaving the other one looking terribly abashed. I asked him what was going on, and he explained to me that he was supposed to have been on-duty four hoursago but just now showed up, only to discover someone else had been sent to cover his shift since he wasn't around to do so. Apparently the office was pretty pissed.

He begged me to help him out by corroborating his cover story, pointing out that I'd be in as much trouble as him for being in the building while not on-duty as he'd be in for not being there while he was. He was just getting into the details of his plan when I interrupted him, telling him "Look, man. This really isn't my problem. This is just a dream. I can just wake myself up". Then I folded my arms accross my chest, nosferatu-style, smiled, and did so.

Later in the night, after going back to sleep, I had another dream. In this one, I was standing in what looked like a small chasm of ice, though there was no sensation of coldness. I had just finished dislodging a large, badly-damaged humanoid robot out of the ice, which reminded me of the Transformers in some ways, though it wasn't a character I did or do recognise. One of his arms was almost entirely missing; from the elbow down, only a few cords were dangling down, which looked a lot like human spinal columns to me; segmented and with knobby protrusionson either side of each segment. The remaining parts of his metalic carapace were red, white, and black.

I managed to re-activate him, and informed him of his situation, and how I'd rescued him from the ice, where he'd been buried. I told him, also, that I could help him get fully repaired, if he were to come with me to some lab or something. He told me he'd like to, but his programming prohibited it. I told him I could go and get help to have his programming altered so that he could accept further help, and he responded that as much as he disliked the idea of remaining broken and useless, he disliked the idea of somebody messing with his core programming even more. It was quite the quandray. If anything more happened before I woke up, however, I can't remember it.