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I didn't see any activity within the buildings because all of the windows were painted over or covered by drapes (on the inside; my brain was good with the realism this time). Some of the locals noticed me.  They were avoiding the area and suggested I do the same as people who were "nosy about those buildings tended to disappear or turn up dead."  Hey, this is *my* dream.  I'm in control.  I haven't gotten "killed" in a long, long time.  In fact, as far as dreams go mine have been stranger than usual lately but I'm still kicking a__.  Oh, I can't say that on the air?  So I started out on foot with just my Maxpedition shoulder bag and a cell phone (no battle rattle) snooping around the outside of the buildings.  Shortly thereafter, I discovered that one of the metal sidewalk doors for a cargo elevator was actually a trapdoor as it opened under me.  After a slide down a ramp I landed in a large pile of mattresses and foam.  And there was vampire lady, again.  After a "you again?!" moment I started playing her slave again.  Polish my boots.  Hang my dresses.  Iron my clothes.  I don't know how to hang dresses.  As a consequence I received a flogging / whipping.  I haven't ironed my own clothes in months, let alone ever ironed anyone elses.  I got caned.  I protested that my own clothes were generally wrinkle free and didn't need to be ironed.  Nipple clamps and an enema.  After some indeterminate amount of time which included sleeping on the floor at the foot of the bed (I protested that I was not a dog and was gagged and thoroughly restrained for a few hours) I got to see the vampire council chamber and I observed that lots of them had human and vampire slaves.  One of my own literary creations, Camilla du Pont Lac, was even there, but she paid no attention to me.  She wouldn't have any reason to even know me as I don't exist in any of my own fictional worlds.  The council was discussing the threat of new human incursions and Viktor announced that they had a new weapon to combat this problem.  A small-sized 4 legged mecha sufficient to seat 2 pilots was revealed.  It was armed with 4 x automatic grenade launchers firing laser-homing grenades, and a 20mm M-301 Gatling gun.  Shortly thereafter, numerous power-armor clad soldiers from "GI Joe (2009)" began attacking the complex and the mecha were unleashed to fight them off.  It was actually a fairly even fight but since the whole thing was turning into a anime mecha fight with no more BDSM I just left.  So, vampire lady, are you out there thinking about me or are you just a figment of my twisted imagination?

I dreamed of Lady Sero last night.  She was wearing a black PVC dress that she wore IRL.  We talked while walking around an abandoned sanatorium, but she said that as much as she wanted to stay she could not do so.  I knew I would see her again so I did not impress upon her to remain.  After traveling to a nearby town I watched a parade put on by the locals, in which various civic groups and famous locals marched in a circle around an old Roman amphitheater.  I then returned to the sanatorium and began drifting through time.  First I encountered some 1920's doctors.  I tried to explain some better medical practices to them but they wouldn't listen, partly because they had no ability to understand what a Nurse Practitioner was.  Next I found myself confronted by the angry spirits of people I had harmed in past lives.  I was without fear though.  I reminded them of some of my own bad past life experiences and explained to them how I had been working off my Karmic debt.  This soothed them and permitted them to be free of any earthly bonds.  Finally, I found that I was in the building just after it had been completed and furnished.  People from various time periods were there but afraid of something "down the hall through the chapel."  Having just confronted ghosts from my past I was not afraid.  I went through the chapel and confronted several demons at a 4 way intersection of hallways.  Perhaps this is symbolic of a crossroads.  I defeated them with some spiritual assistance and modern versions of traditional 1st Nations weapons.  After completing these challenges, I left the building and the dream changed to harmless, silly, and random events.

In my dreams and my fiction my fictional characters and I have both worked alongside and clashed with vampires.  Last night I had a dream about them that made my skin crawl.  I?m still chilled thinking about it now.  It?s probably because I watched Underworld 3: Rise of the Lycans before I went to bed that I had this particular dream.  It was set sometime before Rise of the Lycans.  I was recruited by a fictional organization that I?ve created for my stories.  They?re essentially the good guys, but they take on missions in unique ways, including using time and dimensional travel, and working for them can net a lot of rewards, but will usually be exceptionally dangerous.  Since they don?t look human in their natural form and have unique DNA and physiological characteristics, infiltration missions can pose a problem for them.  After learning of the conflict between Viktor and the Lycans they wanted to send someone to investigate.  Their contact agent, Margaux Springer, recruited me to take the assignment.  I wasn?t given much other information and parts of my memory were wiped so that I could act more naturally and would have nothing to give away.  Bear decided to join in as well, and provided some unknown paranatural means for me to understand and speak the local language, although I was not aware of the translation taking place.  I was inserted into enemy territory near the vampire stronghold with orders to conduct surveillance but with the understanding that eventually I would get captured.  Since I had been told that I would be monitored and no harm would come to me (not entirely true) I decided to bumble around and get captured.  The vampires were quite fascinated by my 20^th century weapons and equipment and decided not to kill me or turn me into a Lycan so that I could explain to them how binoculars, firearms, etc. worked.  This meant that my initial imprisonment in the dungeon quickly switched to imprisonment in the servant?s quarters, which were more comfortable.  I easily spotted vampires I recognized from the movie, but didn?t give this away.  I got to watch Viktor strut around imperiously and give orders, and I noted that an unnamed redhead female vampire seemed to take a slight interest in me.  However, she quickly made it clear that her only interest was to make sure that I understood what I needed to do in order to remain useful to them.  ?Remember your place, slave.  Eyes down.?  Well, at least I could make use of some of my polite obedient sub skills.  Eventually they realized that reproducing such items of technology was impossible but that my medical skills would be useful.  I was sent to provide medical care to the slaves.  Without my watch or a calendar I quickly lost track of time, but I was certain that I was there for a lot longer than I wanted to be.  I found that there seemed to be a dimensional portal that opened to random realities, and occasionally humans from other places and times would show up.  A squad of American soldiers from my Alternate WW 2 even showed up, and they did their best to fight off both vampires and werewolves before all were killed.  I briefly considered finding a way to steal their weapons, but realized that without silver plating, any remaining full metal jacket ammunition they had would be useless.  I found the female vampires attractive and part of me was drawn to them, but I was regarded only as a useful slave and part of me knew that becoming one of them was unacceptable.  At some point they decided to have a party.  At this point the castle started to blur with modern 20^th century building interiors, furniture, etc.  I speculated that the stress from the mission was causing me to become psychotic.  The servants were called to a meeting hall to explain what their duties would be.  The redhead was there.  She handed me a box of invitations and told me to distribute them, using an unfamiliar term.  I explained that I did not understand the term, and she replied that she didn?t care what I did with the invitations as long as I got rid of them.  She then observed that I seemed attracted to her.  I admitted that this was the case, as any male with an attraction to a beautiful female might be.  She smirked and asked what I thought of becoming a vampire.  I explained my internal conflict.  Observing this, Viktor thought it would be amusing to have her turn me into one to see how I would react; he correctly reasoned that if I posed a threat he had more than enough loyal vampires to kill me.  Before I could try to escape or otherwise react she was on me, sinking her teeth into my neck.  I felt myself dying, and shortly returning to unlife, a creature with no detectable vital signs and no body heat.  I found this vastly disturbing and I felt betrayed by my employers, as they promised no harm would come to me.  Before anything else happened or the vampires could react, power armor troopers in stealth armor popped through a dimensional gateway and snatched me back.  Everything went blank.  I woke up on an exam table in a cloning laboratory.  I felt normal body heat and vital signs.  Margaux Springer and a scientist approached and explained that the temporary clone body had been destroyed after a data download and my memories were returned to my original body.  The memory wipe that took place before insertion included deleting my knowledge that the real ?me? was in stasis and ?I? was actually an alpha clone with reproduced memories.  Sensory recording and transmitting devices were implanted in ?my? skull.  They were constantly running, even when my conscious mind was asleep, recording and relaying information to my employers.  After getting a large payoff in cash, silver, and gold, I returned home.  My return home continued in the dream, driving through towns and along roads I?ve seen in other dreams, but thankfully there were no more vampires and I was not one of them.  Perhaps it creeps me out so much because it forced me to face some of my own internal conflicts in a symbolic way, and put me in bad situations that I couldn?t control.

There were screwups with the new house and with settlement.  Lots of people getting nervous and 2 almost freaking out totally.  I kept my head and settlement is done.  I now own a house in Sellersville, PA.  Packing must be finished by tomorrow evening and I will move on the 8th.  After that I'll unpack and start working on decoration and improvements (mainly light fixtures, but a bit of patch-up painting is needed as well.

Finally, something worth mentioning: an erotic dream.  I found myself in a large bedroom with floor-to-ceiling windows.  A porn film was playing on a large wall-mount TV.  The actress was getting sodomized by the actor, riding him reverse cowgirl style.  The vertical blinds were closed but warm sunlight filtered in around them.  A round bed with gold velvet sheets sat in the middle of the room.  I pulled back the sheets to find two women waiting for me.  Both were wearing transparent snap-front plastic pants.  One wore a transparent plastic shower cap, while the other had a white rubber bathing cap and white rubber goggles with dark-tinted lenses.  They produced open front black latex underwear for me, with a built in butt plug.  I laid down between them and they teased me until I was hard, then lubed me up and slipped the plug in as they pulled the tight black rubber up around my waist.  I next donned a matching black latex swim cap provided by the ladies.  After some oral sex, one held my cock while the other began to slip a catheter into my urethra, but then my alarm went off, I woke up, and had to go to work?but I thought about this wonderful dream often during the day.

My life doesn't feel very positive right now.  I was unjustly charged with "speed excessive for conditions" (not true) because someone else caused the 1/28/09 single-vehicle crash that I was involved in.  I'll be taking that one to court, and I have a very good case, but the thought that anyone would dare treat me so unjustly (and not even get my name or vehicle info right on the citation) really hurts my opinion of the PA State Police.  Secondly, as a result of the crash my parents are again trying to manipulate me into moving closer to them and "get a job that's not off a major highway."  Like that will solve the problem?  No.  Get a grip.

"Growing up, we were led to believe that the common working man was responsible for the death of the steel industry here in Pennsylvania. He and his greedy unions strangled the mighty industrial giant. But what I believe killed the giant was the failure to reinvest the profits into the mills and men, instead of the wants of wealth.

  My Uncle Bill was chief rolling boss at the Phoenix Iron Company.  Rolling structural steel with machines long worn out, he would make adjustments inside the hot working mill, (where only he would venture while the mill was running) so to keep from making scrap. During his career his hands were twice pulled into the mill. He never blamed the company, or went after more than what the company said he was entitled to. My Uncle Bill was a typical working man, and I know that his breed did not kill the mighty steel giant.

  I also know that as the fire of the furnaces went cold, so did the pride of the youth in the mill towns extinguish. Bethlehem failed due to greed. And I am afraid that same greed is destroying the very fabric of these United States of America."

 quote by James E. Frizzell, master carpenter and general contractor.

Cut to the security guard.  The light comes on for surface on the elevator display.  The enunciator rings and the door opens.  The wide-eyed security guard is not sure if he should draw his gun, baton, pepper spray, or reach for the phone, as I climb out and then push the doors shut behind me?

            ?There are people down there?not much humanity left in them?they?ve gone mad, to cannibalism, torture, and other gross violations??  I roll onto all fours, retching.  I sit up and rest as the guard searches for the page in his procedure book that tells him what to do.  I find my drinking tube, take a mouthful of water and swish it around.  I spit out the bitter taste of bile, then sip some more.  There is some Dramamine in my medical pack.  I take one as it won?t make me dizzy or sleepy.  I stand up.  ?Call for help.?

            There is a phone with a handset and a headset.  It has a seal on it that must be broken for use, and a red-and-white striped pattern.  It only has a button to initiate calls, which is released when the handset is hung up.  The guard uses the regular phone, calling the command staff of the military base we?re on for help.  I try the other phone.  The voice is faint, unsure, as if they can?t believe that they are hearing from anyone.  ?Everyone else forgot about your experiment.  Your experiment forgot about you, and about how to be human.  Are you satisfied with the results?  Now the whole country is going to know what you did.?  Meanwhile, the guard is frantically pushing buttons and manipulating controls under the direction of someone on the phone, trying to restore full power, air, water, light, etc. to anyone below who might benefit from it.

            There is a long pause.  Another voice is heard.  ?I?m pleased with the results, but you won?t be telling anyone about them.  Too bad.?  Incoherent screaming started coming from an old intercom system that connected to the bunker below.

            ?Why not??

            ?You?re standing in the entrance to an unused biological weapons facility.  The next bunker access portal is just down the hall.  It has a nice sanitation system.  Since you can?t breathe water, you won?t tell anyone.  The water, acid, and other chemicals will flood everything and sanitize it nicely, all in the name of protecting the public.  Goodbye, Mr. Bond.?

            ?I?m not Mr. Bond.  Run!?  I told the guard.  I grabbed him by the sleeve and dragged him towards the exit.  The sprinkler system came on, and a mixture of water and hydrogen peroxide starting coming out of floor vents.  Ahead, a sliding door started to close from overhead, but we made it though into the lobby.  The guard tried to stop but thick blast doors were closing over the windows and the front door.  We made it out just in time.  Outside, emergency services, military police, and base command staff were showing up and beginning to set up incident command.  I was stopped by men in DPE suits, backed up by soldiers who had their weapons leveled at me. 

            I gave the best explanation I could as briefly as possible.  ?Someone left people down in that bunker.  They?re still alive, and whoever did it is trying to drown them with chemicals.?  After a quick check with agent detection devices, the Hazmat team released myself and the guard.

            ?I thought there was a containment breach in the old bio-weapons lab!?  The guard confirmed that I had indeed come up the bunker elevator shaft, and I had the grease and dust on my battle gear to prove it.  The General in charge arrived and we went into a command van with a map table on it.  He instructed the base engineering staff to bring him all available plans on the facility while the fire department hazmat team tried to shut off the water and chemical release systems to prevent anyone from behind drowned, melted by acid, etc.  We then received word that whoever was trying to cover up the situation had someone convinced the Air Force that a biological incident was taking place, and the only way to contain it was to drop a 9 megaton thermonuclear bomb on the military base, with us as ground zero.  A B-52 with the weapon on board was already airborne and headed for us.  The base commander began calling the Joint Chiefs and the President to stop this attack.  I suggested that he launch interceptors as a backup plan but he said angrily ?this is an Army base, not an Air Force base.  Even if I wanted to order pilots to shoot down a friendly aircraft I don?t have any fighter jets!? 

            Someone called me outside, and I saw what they were worried about.  Firefighters, hazmat personnel, and soldiers were working to dike off numerous areas where bubbling, rusty, and/or acid-containing water was coming out of grates, pipes, and ventilators in the ground.  It was too late for anyone underground, as if enough fluid had gotten into the bunker(s) to flood the ventilation shafts then the occupants far below were all very likely dead, and perhaps melting away into component substances.  The problem was being chemically sanitized away in a final paroxysm of horror.  Fortunately the General was able to reach the President, who issued a FLASH CANCEL message to stop the attack on the base.  We did not know about this until shortly before the expected attack was to come, as these communications were conducted on channels not accessible to us.  The crisis was over and some of the evidence was preserved, but I do not know what happened after that, as I was sent on another mission.

            This last bit isn?t worth going into in detail, as it was silly, cartoonish, and jumped around, with people appearing, disappearing, architecture changing, and ridiculousness of that sort.  Basic plot: a man with an IED has taken 3 people hostage in a storage room for animal feed.  The storage room is in the service area of a zoo, which is part of a mega shopping mall that looks like the Queen Mary stuck in the middle of a giant parking lot next to an overpass.  Members of the SWAT team(s) are there one minute, gone the next.  Civilians are wandering randomly, wild animals are getting loose (including a roaming leopard) because one keeper is trying to feed them all, and one of the hostage negotiators is literally just a talking head that someone has to carry around.  Fortunately I was able to use a fiber-optic camera slipped through a door vent to see into the room and the hostage taker surrendered without incident, having become weak due to being a diabetic who took his insulin but didn?t eat.  End of story.  I?m glad I woke up before it got any stupider or went back to carnage and horror.  It?s really a sort of allegory with many important symbols and representations depicted by the events and there is something to learn from it.   The way these posts run, you'll have to go back to the first one and then go "up" to follow the story, but once you look past some of the symbols I think there is a LOT to learn from this one, for everyone, about responsibility, fear, power, justice, and revenge. 

 ?Nobody deserves that.  Nobody.  If they did something truly terrible just shoot them, hang them, or gas them.  This is wrong any way you slice it.  Oh gods, that was a bad reference.?  I told the officer with me.

            ?But we have to survive!?  he insisted.  ?Fear creates discipline.?

            ?Fear creates irrational behavior.  If this is what survival means to you then what is the point in surviving??  Under the circumstances I decided that this had to stop.  I shot the torture victim in the head to put her out of her agony.  I then turned to the dominatrix who said: ?you killed my toy!  Now I have to get a new one!?

            ?You won?t be committing any more crimes against humanity,? I told her, and shot her in the head.  I saw the back of her head explode and the contents spray on the wall of torture movies behind her.  I holstered my pistol and started walking out.  The guards tried to stop me, but I mowed them down with my rifle.  Before I left I threw a lever that unlocked all of the cells, unleashing the inmates on their torturers.  No one seemed to care or notice.  I observed another ?prison? unit where male inmates were kept in small cages in filthy conditions.  Guards and inmate workers were trying to control an malfunction in the sewerage system which was flooding the unit with waste water.  Since power was short and there were no dewatering pumps, this could flood the whole bunker.

            Myself and the military officer with me sealed the door from the outside.  It meant that everyone else inside would die if they didn?t fix the problem, but those who still could be saved might survive.  I decided that the only way to end this horrific mess was to get help from the surface.  I made my way to the elevator, going through the pristine executive area where the occupants were willfully ignorant of the depredations taking place in the rest of the facility.  I reached the elevator and they tried to stop me, not wanting to have their way of life disrupted or to be made accountable for their actions and inactions that had led things to reach such a truly terrible state.  I cut them down, as they would readily do to me what they had done to their other victims.  I smashed the override controls in the bunker, stepped onto the elevator alone, and set it to ascend to the surface. 

            Cut to the surface, where a DPS security guard is sitting watching an elevator, an indicator panel with numerous features disabled, and not really knowing why he?s there, only that he has to make sure no one gets into the old bunker.  The stairs are no good; it?s 200 steps up or down; the stairway has been blocked by a blast hatch with concrete blocks on top of it and the door leading to that is welded shut.  He sees the elevator come to life.  It must be a malfunction or a short.  There?s no one down there, is there?  Maybe water got into the electrical system.  Wait, the elevator is moving, up!  Then it stops.  Apparently a malfunction.  He notes it in a log but thinks no one will do much about it.

            Aboard the elevator car, I find that the denizens below have cut power.  I use the butt of my ASEK to force open the control panel and switch power to the surface, but that?s been turned off.  How long before the degenerates find a way to bring the elevator back down?  I get up to the top of the car, force the access hatch open, and try manipulating the up-down switches there.  It works for a few minutes, gaining distance for me, but then that too is cut off.  So I start climbing, with no way to rig a safety line to anything above me.  A fall means death, or worse?  Finally I reach the surface and trip the door release..

 I then saw several horrific faces looking through the windows and they seemed even more excited when they saw me.  They looked like Reaver heads and faces and they were coming close to battering down the door.  I took up a defensive position and prepared to fire.  They forced the first set of doors open, then the second.  I saw that they had emaciated bodies with scraps of clothing on them much like that of the demons in ?Constantine?.  Some had those heads, others had Reaver heads.  As soon as they forced the first set of doors I opened fire, shooting through the doors.  They kept coming.  My bullets slowed them down a bit, but multiple .223 hits were needed to stop them.  I started to lose ground and had to retreat, which made it harder to hold because it gave these creatures a wider front to attack on.

            My Kel-Tec jammed and I switched to pistol, then hatchet and knife.  These things were now clawing and grabbing at me as I got closer to the barricade.  Just then the Pennsylvania State Police showed up behind me, including members of their tactical team.  They opened fire with shotguns and automatic weapons, pushing the creatures back.  Fortunately, these critters took their dead back with them, and their blood and body parts that were left behind crumbled to dust.  I briefed the troopers and tried to find the next ambulance.  They didn?t know where to park because of all the other emergency vehicles, so I directed them to the lobby.  I supervised the loading of my father, sent the Nurse home, and went to my truck for more ammunition.  I was getting ready to go back onto the line when one of my fictional heroes, Carl Petrucci, showed up with several truckloads of UAN militia.  He was armed with various weapons including a shoulder fired automatic grenade launcher, and the militia all had .308 battle rifles.  He told me that I was needed elsewhere, and he would shut the portal permanently, but it would take several weeks to repair the damage that had been done to the clinic.

            After stocking up on ammo and getting re-energized, Petrucci teleported me to a secret underground bunker that everyone seemed to have forgotten about, except the inhabitants.  In 1979 they were sent there as part of a civil defense test, but the CIA introduced LSD and fear-inducing chemicals into the ventilation system to see how they would react.  There was a severe breakdown in order.  I was now confronted with a bunch of people who through they were hiding from an actual nuclear war, believed anything at all was necessary to guarantee their survival, and were waiting for a signal to come out.  Someone forgot to give the signal, or check on them.  They were living in degenerate conditions and had imprisoned many of their own people in cages or subhuman, filthy conditions.  They were engaging cannibalism, sex crimes, and murder on a regular basis?and I had to try to save them.  There seemed to be some little hope as some of the military personnel had cordoned themselves off and maintained order in their own ranks, while the leaders kept locked away in their clean, tidy, and fully functional area. 

            I took a tour with one of the officers and tried to convince him to come out.  At one point we found a ?women?s detention area?.  I found that the staff were wasting resources making the inmates perform in porn movies by offering extra food and time out of their cells.  It got worse.  I next found an inmate being tortured by other inmates and passers-by.  For a payment of food or other useful barter they could pull on fishing lines attached to hooks in her thighs, nipples, breasts, and face.  This was a bloody mess.  The ultimate horror was a twisted dominatrix who had encased a victim in wax after cutting off her eyelids.  Breathing straws had been left in the eyes and mouth.  The rest of the body was covered except for small holes that had been cut away, and these exposed gaping, ulcerated wounds which people could stick pins, needles, hot wires, etc. into.  The victim could do nothing.  I tried not to throw up, as this was getting more and more horrific.  Next door were videos of these torture and mutilation sessions and people were buying them, as well as human parts, for food.  I asked what happened if the victim died and the dominatrix said she would just pick another one at random from the worst of the prisoners.  End Part 3

I blocked open the doors into the scrub room and looked through the windows in the second set of doors to see exactly what had taken the place of the OR.  I was looking down a dirty, dusty street with cracking pavement.  An archway was located over the doors which led down a short section of road to a 4-way intersection.  There was a large C shaped building on the opposite side of the intersection, 10 stories at most.  It was faced with red brick with gray lower levels.  Someone had tried to barricade the courtyard at some point, using cars, trucks, barrels, crates, and anything else they could get their hands on.  It had been some time ago as the metal surfaces had lost most of their paint and were rusting.  3 similarly decaying small artillery pieces were set up behind collapsing sandbag-and-rubble positions in the courtyard.  Most of the building?s windows were gone, and there were signs of fire damage to the vehicles and parts of the building.  This was not Scrap Iron City or the Broken Lands, which are the closest dream place that one might find such architecture in my dreamscape.  There were 5 story buildings on either side of the street, resembling old warehouses.  Most of their windows were shuttered or barricaded.  The sky was an ugly purple color and light conditions were marginal.  All of the buildings were pocked by shrapnel and bullet strikes, as were the vehicles.

            I released the safety on my carbine, made a mystic mark to secure what I realized was a portal, and advanced down the street in an attempt to find the janitor.  I could see a trail of fresh blood leading off to one side, but I don?t recall which.  I kept close to the buildings, checking to make sure nothing was sneaking around behind me or going to ambush me from the side or above.  I heard a vehicle moving and crouched down near the corner of the building.  It sounded like a track (tracked vehicle); I had no real cover and no anti-armor, so I started to back up towards the portal.  The track, a BMP-2 with unknown markings, pulled into the intersection and 3 men in heavy twill uniforms with M-16?s got out of the rear door while another kept watch from a rear deck hatch.  They looked around and saw me.

            ?Hey, you can?t be here!  They?ll get you!  Get out of here now, this is a dead zone!?

            ?Where?s my janitor?  I heard a scream and she was gone.  There?s a fresh blood trail over there.?  I pointed in the direction of the blood.

            ?Okay, we?ll look but don?t expect to get anything back from?them.  Go back now!  Secure your side of the portal until it closes, and don?t let anything get through.?

Apparently this was a known occurrence around here, and the area had been overrun by something dangerous.  I dropped back to the doors, closed and barricaded them, and went to check on the patients.  Fortunately ambulance #1 had arrived and we shipped the GI patient out.  On a whim (since I can often dream lucidly) I asked the crew if they had the UAN emergency number, which they did.  I also told them not to come back.  This would allow me to try to call some of my fictional heroes for assistance.  I dialed and explained the situation to the call taker, who said help would be sent as soon as possible, but the regular State Police would be the first to arrive.  I heard scratching noises and growling from the portal so I told the Nurse to get my father?s bed rolled into the front lobby, barricade the doors to the treatment area, and stay there.  After moving the bed I went back in.  Something was pounding on the doors to get out, and the trick of broomsticks through door handles wasn?t working.  My mystic mark had only been to keep the portal open behind me, and had worn off, so the portal was open on it?s own.  Too bad I didn?t try some kind of ward, but I had no idea what to ward off so that might not have helped.  End Part 2

I had some dreams last night that left me a bit shaken and feeling disturbed.  Normally my dreams are vivid and sometimes involve the use of deadly force against bad/evil characters, be it through firearms, heavy weapons, or hand-to-hand combat.  However, this departed from my usual into areas of horror that my mind thankfully does not visit very often.  Last night I enjoyed watching the movie ?Serenity.?  I suspect the images of the Reavers may have been partly responsible for what I witnessed and experienced.  It's dark, bloody, and quite horrible.  Thankfully I wasn't perpetrating any horrors.  You had to see it first hand to really understand how visceral it was, but then that'd mean you were inside my head...

            First, I found myself in a U-shaped medical clinic located near a highway overpass.  Our job was to receive and evaluate patients from roadway accidents and the local community.  We would then treat patients, or stabilize and transfer them.  The number of patients we could have depended on our staffing, which went down dramatically during the nighttime hours.  That required us to transfer patients our or discharge them.  As I was working I found that I had to treat my father for a leg injury, which required the placement of a Steinmann pin and traction, plus a cast, to maintain proper bone alignment prior to transfer.  These setups are pretty rare these days as ORIF is much more common.  He and another patient with a GI bleed were the only ones left.  I was there with a Nurse, a janitor, and the two patients, everyone else having clocked out.  The GI patient had to be transferred first, and so we were waiting for a private duty ambulance for both while just monitoring things and making sure the patients stayed as stable as possible.

            The ?curve? of the U held our patient beds, of which there were 8, each separated by pull curtains, and each with wall servers and the ?best? overhead monitors (ones I?ve work with IRL and generally found best).  There was a large work station and radio positions facing the beds.  Facing the work station, the right ?leg? held the offices, janitorial services, supply rooms, and patient waiting.  It had a divided entryway where ambulances could back up at a right angle and then come through the double doors and pass triage.  The left ?leg? had a scrub area and an emergency operating room.  After cleaning the operating room, the janitor said the lights were not working right (flickering) and the room smelled very bad.  I suspected and electrical problem, but when I looked inside I found only the dimming / flickering lights but it smelled like filth and rotting flesh.  I expected that this was some sign of an Abyssal or Infernal manifestation and tried some basic chanting and shaking of a Medicine Rattle but this did no good.  I told everyone (quietly, so as not to alarm the patients) to keep out of there.  I called the transport service to get an updated ETA on when the patients would be moved out, but they were very busy and said it would be at least an hour more.

            I went to my office and changed into my battle dress, suspecting that a confrontation with something was imminent.  As I was leaving the office to get back to the patients and move them closer to the exit (couldn?t put them outside, it was too cold) I heard someone screaming.  I ran to the treatment area and the Nurse told me that the janitor had gone into the operating room to check on some strange noises and cut the power because they feared an electrical fire.  Apparently my blocking the door with a broom through the handles wasn?t sufficient deterrent.  I looked through the windows into the scrub room and saw an outdoor scene through the windows into the OR.  This made no sense, as there should be an OR there.  I moved both patients close to the EMS entrance and instructed the Nurse to stay with them.  I was particularly concerned about my father, as he couldn?t walk or get away from danger quickly.

End Part 1

It was cold enough this morning to make my ice scraper so brittle that the straight blade broke into 3 pieces.  thankfully the toothed section remained intact and I was able to remove a thick layer of ice from my truck windshield.  I will need to buy a new ice scraper, but the old one will be recycled into new products.

The sky was very ominous on my way home from work yesterday around 1630.  As I left work a flagger made weak, nonsensical motions with a an orange flag, seemingly trying to direct me into the path of an oncoming yard jockey truck.  He couldn't have been directing anything, as he had a very long hood that was zipped fully forward and he was staring at the ground.  The flagger on the other end of the construction zone was nowhere to be found.  Great clouds of steam billowed off of freshly laid blacktop.  I sneered at his ineptitude and inattention, and hoped he would be wet and miserable as retribution for his lack of concern about his job and drivers' safety.  The clouds were very dark.  It was cold and raining hard, with the wind driving the rain diagonally.  As I drove back I could see the edge of the storm.  Another freshly laid area of road covered in hot blacktop billowed huge clouds of steam, blocking a clear view of the road.  Some drivers turned on their high beams in a useless attempt to compensate, partly blinding others on the road.  My consolation was that some of this bright light reflected back in their eyes.  The dark clouds were in contrast with the jagged orange band of the evening sky as the sun set.  An industrial facility in the area left a long, dense plume of water vapor that billowed upward to merge with the clouds.  I thought I glimpsed a wall cloud off to one side but the road dipped into a valley and my view was blocked by foliage.  I thought of a hellish scene from a Heironymous Bosch painting and waited to see demons running wildly around on the road or amongst the trees.  When I reached a clear area I saw nothing unusual.  I drove along the gust front for a bit, then left the storm.  A few miles down the road I re-entered the downpour again, but by the time I reached my apartment I was again out of the rain.

I?m not really into guys in a sexual way although I have played around when much younger.  These were the usual penis-oriented games for the most part, but there was some anal sex with one playmate.  However, last night I had an intriguing and entertaining homoerotic dream.  I was walking around a farm wearing green translucent plastic pants, the button-on type.  I came across a sun room where a well muscled young man with a buzz cut was lounging, wearing the same style of plastic pants but in white.  He was well hung.  I approached him and complemented him on his choice of attire and noted that we both got our kinky outfits from Fetware Products.  We then started kissing and fondling each other, pinching nipples, and rubbing each others? anuses through the plastic.  We laid down in a 69 position and pushed our plastic pants to the side to allow for oral sex while still wearing them, and fingered each other while sucking.  We came in each others? mouths and then shared the sperm in a very gooey kiss.  Well, it felt good but I?m not going gay anytime soon.  Still, if I had the chance to re-enact this IRL with a cute boi in plastic pants I probably would!

I've been feeling down lately.  Thyroid, depression, or both?  Labs are not back yet.  I have started to feel an improvement in my mood, but it's still not too good.  Last night I had a dream that I moved into a house closer to where I work.  It was a nice little house laid out like my Grandmother's house in Wilmington, DE.  I hadn't finished unpacking so there were many boxes, including some in the back porch.  I later found that many of them were full of expired food that my parents had left me.  This has really happened before - they don't always check the freshness dates!  Now, I also discovered that I had two cats, one younger and one mature.  The younger one was yellow with orange stripes and the older one was black with blue and red tips on its fur.  Normally they stayed in the fenced-in backyard.  The front of the house, including the screened porch, looked out on an intersection shaped like an inverted T.  The road to the left went somewhere I've been in other dreams, a country area with roads that lead to dream versions of places I've been before.  To the right were some other houses, a sidewalk that led to a dream version of the York college campus (went to school there).  If one takes the right footpath on this campus or the correct road it will lead to the Johns Hopkins Homewood campus in Baltimore (I went to JHU as well, but to Wolfe Street).  The road facing the house had houses on the right and a park and woods on the left.  The road to the right traveled through other towns and led to where I work.  After walking home from the "York" campus (the buildings looked like bunkers) I was in the front porch checking my mail and observed a pig in the park.  It had a pattern of mud on it's hindquarters, legs and face.  Soon other pigs appeared with the same mud pattern on them.  I decided they were from the same pig tribe.  Cars would sometimes drive by and slow down but no one stopped to investigate.  I felt I should bring the cats in because the pigs might get into the back yard and trample them.  I found the cats playing among childrens' beach toys and placed them in their indoor living quarters in the back porch.  I then looked out the front of the house several times, finding that the pigs would come out to eat, then go back into the woods.  I could get them to come out and look around if I made squealing or oinking noises.  They'd look around for the source of the sound.  I tried to decide if I should call 911, animal control, the police, or my contracted employer (the pork packing plant) where the pigs might have come from.  I don't know if I managed to decide or make any calls before my alarm went off and woke me up.

There is more to look forward to and more promise for the future this fall, although that could change.  I have more to look forward to than I did at this time last year, and I have a job that doesn't make me depressed or crazy.

I had a disturbingly violent dream last night.  I don't know what prompted it, but I didn't like it.  On a positive note, the wind wasn't too bad yesterday where I am and it didn't rain more than 0.5" an hour.  The weather was thus dreary but I think the plants in my garden enjoyed the rain.

I have been working on finding a new job, as things at work are bad.  I haven?t seen managers treat staff so disrespectfully since I was an agency Nurse.  I suppose that I get more of it now because I?m a shop steward.  That means I can do something about it, where before I couldn?t since there was no bargaining unit, etc.  It is still taking it?s toll.  My anxiety level is frequently high, I dread every phone call I get that has a caller ID from work or even a co worker, and I am having some difficulty with my sleep pattern and a decrease in my appetite.  Mind you I could stand to lose some weight, but when I feel hungry but don?t want to eat at normal meal times, or nibble when I do, that?s bad news.  Due to scheduling messes at work I haven?t been able to play with the new playmate at all lately.  I pray that some of the upcoming opportunities for something new will work out with an interview as scheduled and turn out to be something good that I can take for a new position.  It is time for a positive change, and I will work hard to make it happen, and do my best to avoid doing something angry or irresponsible in response to managers and administrators being jerks and violating our collective bargaining agreement.

With Ma'am's permission I have taken up a vanilla sex-only relationship with a rubinesque lady that showed interest in me.  She is vanilla and I suspect that she always will be, but she was looking for good sex with an open minded person and Ma'am did not mind if I provided that for her.  She does understand that Ma'am and I already have a frim relationship and that I will always be poly (unless Ma'am says otherwise).  This new young lady is likely to stay hetero from what I can see but there may be the potential for a little bit of kink somewhere in the future.

I purchased some decorative parts to add to my vehicle.  I thought I had the right ones, and that I'd gotten a good deal by getting them myself and delivering them to the installer to put in place.  After about 1.5 hrs of fiddling around the installers said, "well, you got the wrong parts."  They were right, but thankfully they were honest and didn't charge me a thing.  After they helped me order the right ones, I took the wrong parts away and literally sent them off as scrap for metal recycling.  It was a costly but survivable mistake, and also a reminder of my humility.

I had another wonderful time with Lady Sero.  Normally I don't make requests of Her; rather I fullfill them for Her.  However, my neck and back were rather achy and sore.  She was more than willing to use Her skills and a powerful impact massager to work the tension out.  I'm glad I asked.  We are hoping we can go to Camp Crucible in May, provided that there are spots open and I am able to get the time off.

What I give:

1)      Respect, discipline, and courtesy

2)      Attention to detail

3)      Safe, sane, and consensual play

4)      Acceptance ? if you are truly beautiful on the inside it will show on the outside

5)      A listening ear and a shoulder to cry on, and occasionally some useful advice

6)      Companionship for vanilla and kinky events

What I want in a bottom/slave/sub:

1)      Responsibility in terms of health, finances, and lifestyle choices

2)      Respectful, courteous, and obedient (most of the time, I recognize that she may be bratty at times)

3)      Shares some common interests

4)      Good conversation, even if it?s not about anything of earth shaking importance

5)      Honest about likes, dislikes, turn-on?s, and turn-off?s

6)      Able to keep basic commitments ? I realize that schedules and times may change here and there

7)      Safe, sane and consensual play

8)      Sharing vanilla or semi-vanilla activities (let?s go to the park, but we?ll wear butt plugs under our clothes?)

I offered to help refurbish other parts of her workspace, which I hadn?t seen yet.  I wished to get to know more about her, as Mistress Vendela Zane now owned a little piece of my spirit, one which I have given gladly and freely. Before this, I wasn't 100% sure that BDSM was right for me, but now I knew that it was.  A few months later she announced that she was tired of the cold weather in Baltimore and moved to Florida.  I would go on to find others, but the first time will always carry the strongest memories.

I was starting think we?d been there for a long time.  My back was pink and tingling, and my ass was red hot.  Then she played with my cock some more, and said ?well, drippy boy, how many drops did you wind up with on your bib?  Some of them dried out.  Is that some special trick of yours??

C: ?I don?t really remember, ma?am.?

V: ?I do.  Let?s warm that ass up one more time.  We?ll just go until I feel like it?  She gave me several stinging swats with a riding crop that had a hand-shaped end with the middle finger and thumb extended.  Then she pulled out a cane.

Ms. Vendela produced a leather straight jacket and helped me slide my arms into it.  After that she secured several buckles on the back and sat me on a backless chair in front of the St. Andrew?s cross.  She fastened the crotch straps, then secured my arms behind me and around the center of the cross using a linking chain.  My ankles and calves were then buckled securely to the chair and a final belt was buckled around my chest.  I was warm, comfortably restrained, and feeling pretty good about the whole thing.  Ms. Vendela then produced a blindfold.

V: ?How do you feel now??

C: ?Safe, one of the few times when I feel truly safe.?

V: ?I?m going to blindfold you for just a little bit.  I don?t want you to see my outfit just yet.  Look at that grin.  I?m starting to like you already.?  Blindfold on.  ?I?ll be back real soon.?

C: ?I?ll be right here.?

V: ?Huh??

C: ?Sorry, I?ll be right here, ma?am.?

V: ?Better.? 

I had some inspiring thoughts very recently, but I'm not finding the most ereudite way to phrase them right now.  They're not terribly original in some cases. 1) sharing and even exchange are preferable thought forms to give and take. 2) constructive action benefits the group and the individual; destructive action harms both. 3) without positive ideals to work towards then the motivation to grow and improve may be lacking. 4) the group has more in common than it's members think; we can have our unique differences but need to focus on the similarities that draw us together. Not terribly sage, but I don't live in a temple or on top of a mountain.

Ma'am had me take some wonderful pictures of her at an abandoned train station.  The camera wouldn't download them properly but I finally found a way to send them to her.  She was elated with how well they turned out.  It was my pleasure too.

I visited Field of Screams in Mountville on Saturday.  I wasn't scared or screaming but the effects and setup were pretty good.  I was mildly startled twice though, so perhaps I got my money's worth.  It was most amusing on two occasions when different actors tried to scare me repeatedly and gave up in frustration.

Set: actor opens door from dark room down stairs which I head down.  He says something to get my attention and I look back to see a man in a skull mask; Actor: AREN'T YOU SCARED?!  Me: no, but thank you for showing me the way out.  Actor: wha...who are you?
Me: just me.  Actor: (frustrated) who are you!?  Me: someone who works with scary people for a living.  'bye now, Mr. Skull face.
Extro: I proceed down the stars and the actor shuts the door in frustration.

Going through the attractions, I saw things that I've seen in dreams before, more or less as they appeared in dreams, but having faced these events and places before - albeit distantly in some cases - I had already conquered any fears at their root, and thus there was no fear in reality.  The power of the mind is great when used properly.

Ma'am had me take some wonderful pictures of her at an abandoned train station.  The camera wouldn't download them properly but I finally found a way to send them to her.  She was elated with how well they turned out.  It was my pleasure too.

I visited Field of Screams in Mountville on Saturday.  I wasn't scared or screaming but the effects and setup were pretty good.  I was mildly startled twice though, so perhaps I got my money's worth.  It was most amusing on two occasions when different actors tried to scare me repeatedly and gave up in frustration.

Set: actor opens door from dark room down stairs which I head down.  He says something to get my attention and I look back to see a man in a skull mask

Actor: AREN'T YOU SCARED?!
Me: no, but thank you for showing me the way out. 
Actor: wha...who are you?
Me: I'm me
Actor: (frustrated) who are you!?
Me: someone who works with scary people for a living.  'bye now, Mr. Skull face

I proceed down the stars and the actor shuts the door in frustration.

Going through the attractions, I saw things that I've seen in dreams before, more or less as they appeared in dreams, but having faced these events and places before - albeit distantly in some cases - I had already conquered any fears at their root, and thus there was no fear in reality.  The power of the mind is great when used properly.

I love my Mistress Lady Sero.  We continue to share happy adventures together.  Our most recent was a wonderfully bumpy train ride along part of the old DL&W railroad tracks in Scranton.

I freely admit that I really don't know how to flirt, but I do know how to be sincere and kind.  I have no idea why no one has stepped up and actually tried to develop a relationship with me based on the information I've put here.