Dream Seeker Blog

Dream: Cockroach, School bus

numbersix@dailyskew.com (Skew) — Mon, 25 Aug 2008 13:47:00 +0000

I was back in Brooklyn, New York, in my childhood home, in one of my favorite places- the living room. I had a corner where I kept my wrestlers, He-Man toys, and GI JOE action figures.

I tried to turn the light off, but the switch was stuck. I looked closely and saw a cockroach's (more like a palmetto bug) leg twitching around behind the switch. To me, that meant that this sucker was big.

I was so scared. I jumped back, and saw another one burrowing in my sack of toys.

FEAR.

I ran away, grabbed some insect spray and attacked them. The bugs charged me, but I was fast and sprayed them directly. After some time, they began to shrink, and died. They didn't look big anymore. I guess I shouldn't have been that fearful.

My grandparents came out to see the commotion, so I told them the story, but described it as a dream.

Transition: It was around 6:00 AM and looked dark. It was time to go to high school. There was a delay, and I think a lot of students missed their regular bus, and some routes had to be combined, although this was not implicitly said in the dream.

Anyway, an officer directed us on the bus. I felt odd because the bus was usually filled when I boarded. But now I had a choice to sit wherever I wanted. I didn't know if each class had assigned seats, and I was afraid to sit in the wrong spot. I also felt rushed since everyone was boarding.

I actually sat in the back seat in the right-hand side corner, even though it was forbidden for a white boy to sit there on any other day; I was surrounded by older seniors, who has already claimed their spots- African American guys.

FEAR.

I nonchalantly sat down, tried my best to look out the window and avoid eye-contact. They looked at me, but didn't say anything. I was happily surprised. As more and more seats up front were being taken, I was praying that none of "them" would forcibly remove me.

FEAR.

Some weird white chick sat next to me...she was in "special-ed", I think. She was blabbering away about going to camp. I was being polite and nodding on cue.

Then this taller white teenager, who looked like he failed 12th grade, tried to sit in the back, and the black teens were yelling at him. This loser pointed his finger at me and said, "No FRESHMEN are supposed to be sitting here anyway!"

The retarded girl shouted and I both shouted at him: "F____ you! F____you!"

I called him a "traitor", too.

Slight Transition:

We were going to camp. It was still dark out, my face glued to the window. I saw the dew drops, the sky, trees, and the asphalt streets. Was I in New York or Florida?

Queens. I was in Queens, NY..going to day camp, based on the highways and landmarks.

The bus pulled in behind a large office building. The bus transformed into a type of futuristic ferris wheel. I felt like a potato chips bag in an advanced robotic vending machine.

All of the seats of the bus were in open air. We were moving around the windows. I saw a corporate park and water fountain, with benches. I saw inside the windows- mostly women, shampoo, lingerie, lotions, feminine accessories everywhere. Some windows were opened.

I looked at some girls on the other flying seats; they were smiled. I could have reached in and stolen shampoo. The seat/ferris wheel was a little dizzy, I was swinging everywhere, and saw some women changing clothes. They looked at us, but didn't really care and didn't protect their items.

I was surprised by a voice.

FEAR.

A French waitress asked me what I wanted for my order. My order? She asked me if I wanted "pickle or pretzel".

"Pickle."

"I'm sorry? I didn't say pickle. I said hook rug or (mumble)."

"Ah! Hook rug, then."

"Hook rug? Are you a little boy?"

It's for my mother, I thought, but I won't tell you that.

I smiled.

Dream: Nuclear Hill

numbersix@dailyskew.com (Skew) — Fri, 22 Aug 2008 10:16:00 +0000

I was at a military base with some friends, touring the site. Somehow, someone accidentally activated a countdown sequence for a nuclear weapon to explode.

We climbed the top of a grassy hill. The commander in charge looked at us and said, "This is where it is. It's right below us."

I went ahead and slid down the other side of the grassy hill. The commander was yelling at me when I got to the bottom: "Don't stay there!"

A few of my friends followed suit. We started laying down, throwing sand on top of us.

Transition: we're inside a room at the base of the hill. G. was there now. We hid under a blanket as the explosion went off.

Someone who looked like my friend M.D., but with longer hair, opened the door. There was nothing but bright light outside. I felt the radiation strike the left side of my body. Before he opened it wider, I yelled, "Close it!"

He did.

I looked at G. and said, "Well, we've all been irradiated now." Shook my head.

***

A few minutes later, we were leaving the shelter. The commander had given us the all-clear. There was fine dust particles in the air -- fallout?

G and I hopped in a dark green Jeep with a top and drove through the nearby forest.

The blast must have been a dud, since there was no scorching on the ground, and the trees were all standing.

Dream: Programmable Organic Robots

numbersix@dailyskew.com (Skew) — Mon, 18 Aug 2008 10:20:00 +0000

I dreamt about college students in a world similar to our own, except there were these voice-programmable organic robots. These robots assisted the students.

A football player wanted to sleep with this redhead robot, but his verbal commands caused her to just sleep.

An engineering student seduced another robot that looked like Scully from X-Files, and they ended up getting married.

Synopsis: 08.08.08

numbersix@dailyskew.com (Skew) — Sat, 16 Aug 2008 01:31:00 +0000

Plot:

The Traveller and Dace team-up to help out the the people in the nation of Georgia and get close enough to Vladimir Putin to help him remember the one dream that would change him forever.

Creator Comments:

Tony: "This is potentially a very important Dream Seeker story, as Dace and the Traveller get involved in the current CRISIS in Georgia!"

Editor Comments:

Damian: "Great timely stuff. Loved it."

Memorable Quotes:

Traveller: "Try a domino effect dream recall."

Dace: "Someone sneezed."

Character Appearances:
The Traveller
Dace Senoit

Dream: Three Trailers

numbersix@dailyskew.com (Skew) — Mon, 11 Aug 2008 11:13:00 +0000

There was this cartoon fox, that owned a Mack truck and three trailers. He always used the first trailer because it was the most reliable. The other two trailers were back-ups.

One day, the third trailer came to life, and attacked the fox's property, and went after the fox. The trailer has eyes, like something from the movie Cars -- and starts flying through the air. The fox uses the Mack Truck to fight the trailer.

The fox destroys the trailer by running it over. Immediately afterwards, a dust storm blows over the fox's property, burying everybody.

The fox manages to go underground, with his family. There's just some lights, and empty plates and cups. The fox is hungry, and pretends to eat. The female and the kids just sit there.

Dream: Mechanical Stomach

numbersix@dailyskew.com (Skew) — Sat, 09 Aug 2008 09:56:00 +0000

I dreamt I was having trouble digesting what I was eating. I went to the doctor -- Click and Clack from Car Talk were there. They explained that the engine running my mechanical stomach had failed, and that I needed a new engine.

"The parts have seized up," they explained.

G. was relieved. She gave me a hug -- she was happy we had an answer to explain what had gone wrong.

I was still puzzled about how I had a mechanical stomach in the first place ... I had forgotten having one put in. Click and Clack explained it was a long time ago, and I was single, so I probably didn't pay attention to what was really done.

The surgery was planned for the end of the week. They told me to take time off work in preparation for surgery.

Later on, I was at my son's or daughter's birthday party ... I remember holding back on eating any cake, and chatting with one of the older kids in the neighborhood. I kept imagining the food going through this metal box inside me, with a scythe-shaped object cutting up the food from within, and brushing it aside for the next process. I then wondered if the motor burned out because I had eaten too fast, or if it was a cumulative process.

I sat at a table, looked down at my cellphone, which was beeping to inform me the battery was low. So, I wasn't the only one with a defective part -- the battery could no longer hold a charge.

Dream: Mormons ... Escalator ... Number Six ... Unknown Teleporter

numbersix@dailyskew.com (Skew) — Mon, 04 Aug 2008 12:49:00 +0000

Dreamt that this group of Mormons hanging out on their wave-runners off the beach were getting splashed and knocked over by some Baptists in their speedboats.

Also dreamt I was going up an escalator of a nearby mall or cruise ship -- at the top of the escalator was this huge wide screen that was playing a preview of a movie about astronauts and the first woman to give birth in space.

Damian was following me. We had snuck into a 55-and-older club. The entrance was a gift shop, like the one at the Grand Ole' Opry. Past the gift shop, there was a bronze-colored hallway that led to this escalator that turned 180 degrees in the middle, like a staircase ... and it accelerated as you got near the top.

Damian was wearing a beret, pink shirt, and khaki pants. He was sporting a moustache, and carried himself like Number Six from the Prisoner. I was dressed in a sporty purple suit and hat, grey temples peeking out. When we were on the escalator, past security, I laughed and clicked my heels, kind of like the "knee-bone" guy from the Prisoner.

Prior to this, the man known as the Unknown Teleporter had picked me up in his car and brought me to the beach. We were happy to see each other again after such a long time.

Happy Birthday, Dad

numbersix@dailyskew.com (Skew) — Sun, 03 Aug 2008 13:50:00 +0000

I saw my dad in a dream this morning. He looked a little different -- his face was fuller, and he had a bigger build, ala Ronald Reagan. We talked in English and Portuguese. He was in a genuinely good mood. We met at some fictional apartment/house I was living at in New York, and then went out for a walk, then a drive. We discussed current events and work.

His birthday is this week.

***

A few weeks ago, Damian wrote about a dream which confirmed how he was in control of the outcome. The dream I had this morning reminded me of that -- for whatever reason, I chose to see my father the way I saw him, AND I recognized him even though he looked slightly different.

I think, in future Dream Seeker tales, I may use this notion of seeing loved ones who have passed away in dreams ... the person looks different, but is still recognizable. Instead of seeing their appearance, you see what they represent.

Dream January 10, 2000 - Part III

numbersix@dailyskew.com (Skew) — Sat, 02 Aug 2008 23:35:00 +0000

... This Iron Man was designed like the original Iron Man from the comic book series. Luckily for me, there was a gold original Iron Man suit lying around. I put that on and fought the silver Iron Man.

I was informed by someone (I don't know who) that the only ship available to get me home was near this star (named Vashdar?). So, I knocked the silver Iron Man over and flew away, heading for Vashdar. I wasn't sure if the rockets would work on this original suit, but they picked me up and sent me flying.

I also remember walking down a street (probably in Chicago). There were mall-type stores. Very well done design, brick sidewalks, mature atmosphere. I walked into a Reebok store. I saw one nice, white, leather pair of sneakers for 48 dollars in my in my size (9). I didn't get white, though, because they dirty easily.

A female salesperson (blonde, 5'3", early 30's) asked me for help. I told her what I was looking for. We ended up striking a conversation and we hit it off to the point where a salesperson said to both of us "he really likes you, he thinks your beautiful." We were both a little shy and therefore, embarrassed. I said something like, "I didn't say that. I'm not saying she's not beautiful, but I'd like to be the one who says it to her."

With that, she smiled and went on break. I felt like I needed to get her number, something, but I didn't.

I ended up seeing her later. She was looking out from a 2nd floor window (the windows ran from floor to ceiling). I looked up at her. She had been working out; she was wearing a black bathing suit with black tights. She said she needed some protein, I said I had some to give (or something like that). She came downstairs to meet me.

Fin.

Dream January 10, 2000 - Part II

numbersix@dailyskew.com (Skew) — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 23:14:00 +0000

.... We defend ourselves, but unfortunately, we are outnumbered. Just as we are to be overtaken, our combatants freeze. It turns out someone in the city had the ability to stop our opponents and succeeded in stopping them.

I seem to remember a problem with the Hyundai, as well. It was out of oil and needed more before the journey could proceed. At one point, I seem to remember being in the passenger seat of an old, blue, American style car. I remember the door wouldn't close (Like this old Lincoln I used to own in real life) and I had to hold on to the door for it to remain shut.

Back to the other story: one of my friends got shot (phasered he disappeared just like on Star Trek). The other one, if I remember correctly, drove off without me! I was attempting to make my way back when a silver-colored Iron Man attacked me....

Dream January 10, 2000 - Part I

numbersix@dailyskew.com (Skew) — Thu, 31 Jul 2008 22:57:00 +0000

I dreamt I drove to Chicago with two friends (don't know who). When we got there, one block had buildings that were leaning at 45 degree angles, like leaning towers of Pisa. Apparently, there had been an earthquake, but this kind of damage had not been widely reported by the MEDIA. There were some major cataclysmic events going on around the world at the time, so it was possible something was been missed.

We parked the car (purple Hyundai) in this town-square type of thing. It was a long, narrow, rectangular-shaped brick side walk. The road was brick as well.

I remember being in an elevator with a couple of ladies. My friends and I were there. I told them about us being Floridians, how great the weather was in Chicago, etc.

When my friends and I were leaving, we discovered the car was parked in a handicapped spot. Luckily, there was no parking ticket on the car.

Suddenly, the scene shifts to us attempting to escape the city. We're in the woods near a bamboo cabin. There are these natives (native to what, I don't know) with spears attempting to kill us. We're dressed in Star Trek-like uniforms and have phasers....

Sacrilegious Cover? Dream Seeker Return of Joshua

numbersix@dailyskew.com (Skew) — Tue, 15 Jul 2008 09:39:00 +0000

We recently received a submission from Angel Jimenez where he ranted against the book Return of Joshua, the second Dream Seeker book and first Enneagram novel. Instead of printing his actual comments, which crossed the line even for us, we decided to respond ... just in case anyone else has been turned off by the cover.

First of all, not to give the story away ... but that is not the REAL Jesus Christ's hand on the cover. It's an ACTOR. In the beginning chapters, we see the greatest hoax in the history of world perpetrated on mankind! That cover depicts the ACTOR relaxing after a performance.

Second, the artist R.G. is not a bad person for painting such a cover. He was commissioned, and I think his work speak for itself. He is on our short list of artists for future Dream Seeker novel covers.

Third, you should NOT judge this book by its cover.

Fourth, Tony and Damian BOTH worked on the concept for the cover. They both approved of it, and there are zero regrets about it.

Dream: Spike Lee Museum Curator

numbersix@dailyskew.com (Skew) — Mon, 14 Jul 2008 10:37:00 +0000

Dreamt that Spike Lee had to make a decision about going to Hollywood or staying in New York to become a museum curator. I bought him this huge venetian red briefcase with compartments that even had room for a second small briefcase. A bunc of people sat at this long table at the museum, joking and laughing with him. Spike was troubled.

Peter Potter, the Spectacular Spider-Magician

numbersix@dailyskew.com (Skew) — Mon, 14 Jul 2008 03:31:00 +0000

My daughter lately has been saying Peter Potter when referring to the Harry Potter character. I know she's confusing Harry with another character she likes: Peter Parker.

Anyway, I had a waking dream about the topic. It went something like this:

Bitten by a magical spider, unassuming Peter Potter became the Amazing Spider-Magician, able to cast spells at will while spinning webs to trap opponents, or swinging out of danger.

Neil Gaiman and Stan Lee decided to sue the creator of the Peter Potter stories for copyright infringement. J.K. Rowling, sunbathing in the South of France, laughed her fool head off at the absurdity.

Female Godzilla

numbersix@dailyskew.com (Skew) — Tue, 01 Jul 2008 10:37:00 +0000

In an experiment gone horribly wrong, a baby Godzilla egg was taken from her mother, and she found out. The momma Godzilla had a really long tail, and was quick -- like a small lizard or cat. Her facial features were softer and rounder than her male counterpart.

The egg was laid on the shore banks of possibly the Ohio River, near a small coastal city in Kentucky. Anyway, she tore up the small coastal city. The army couldn't slow her down.

The male lead from movie Twister was at home with some friends -- he heard the rumbling in the distance and ordered everyone into the basement. There were two furnished rooms down there -- he ordered everyone into the closet or bathroom to hide. He attempted to call his wife -- the female lead from Twister. At first, no calls were getting through -- he sent a text message, and she showed up upstairs. He had to climb a ladder to get back up to the first floor.

The lead male and female from Twister showed up to try and set some explosives, but momma Godzilla figured out their plan before they could execute it. They had to run for their lives while momma G. tossed the tanker sized bombs in their direction.

High above in helicopter, a General played by the actor who played Mr. Jefferson on the sitcom The Jeffersons laughed and threw golden wrapped chocolate coins at the monster for good luck.

Brasil and Washed Up Celebrity

numbersix@dailyskew.com (Skew) — Fri, 27 Jun 2008 11:07:00 +0000

We went to Brasilia to visit family. I spoke with my nephew, and asked him if a drive to Rio was possible -- I wanted to see where my father grew up. He told me it was a two hour drive. We decided to rent a car and go.

Later on, I dreamt about a washed up baseball player who looked like Wilem Dafoe except lamer and taller. He had starred in a couple of Hollywood movies after retirement before destroying his life and looks with drugs, alcohol, and gambling.

He was giving a speech at a charity dinner, explaining the mistakes he made. I sat in the audience, and didn't even know who he was until he started recounting his story. His face had sagged and hair was unkept.

Synopsis -- Dream Slayer: Dreams of Gwen Stefani

numbersix@dailyskew.com (Skew) — Fri, 27 Jun 2008 10:52:00 +0000

written by: Tony Vahl
Edited by: Tony Vahl

Plot:

The Dream Slayer, a.k.a. Ecad Tiones sold a "horny s.o.b." a custom Dream Slayer package for $1,500. Afterwards, Ecad tried to contact Gwen Stefani, who was in town for a concert.

Creator Comments:

"I love writing and narrating Dream Slayer stories. There are no rules with this character, and there's a sense that he knows he's in a story ... it reminds me of that great Looney Toons cartoon, where Daffy Duck is yelling at the cartoonist."

Character Appearances:
Dream Slayer
Nameless male caller
Gwen Stefani

CAPTAIN FASCIST

numbersix@dailyskew.com (Skew) — Tue, 24 Jun 2008 20:47:00 +0000

Had a pretty quirky dream the other night.

I was in a giant bed in a casual classroom environment with mostly girls from high school and obscure former Tashman Technologies employees.

We were watching an old audio/video educational program (black VCR with a lot of wires). I was content.

Then all of a sudden, CAPTAIN FASCIST opens the door and (really) says,

"This dream is being interrupted by...CAPTAIN FASCIST!"

He stood in front of the TV, and was blocking everyone. I was amused by his audacity, but focused on the TV. He had index cards are was trying to give a speech without looking at them, but he was noticeably stumbling over his words.

He wasn't showing his embarrassment, and kept speaking very quickly. He told the girls to "clear out the room, let's get going".

I gently put the blanket over my head, showing my displeasure. I didn't want to hear his speech, and told him as much:

"Captain, whatever you're selling, I'm NOT buying. So just go ahead, but it doesn't matter to me."

We were speaking over each other's words, and didn't hear each other. He kept on selling and selling.

"You're like ARI from ENTOURAGE!" I yelled.

"Who's Air-Eye?" he lied.
************

I feel this dream was PROOF that I am really in control of every aspect of my dream. For example, I personally can't remember telephone numbers, and I can't read or write in dreams, and definitely can't memorize things. Captain Fascist not being able to recite his speech or read the index cards? That was me, folks. I was Captain Fascist, the girls, the TV, the bed, the space in-between the second hand on the clock...I was everywhere...kind of like the Matrix, or when Thanos had the Infinity Gauntlet. The bottom line is that when Captain F. stuttered and forgot his lines, I finally saw the 1's and 0's of the dream sequence...the truth being that I was manipulating the whole thing...all the time. I create my own dreams, and the actors and events in my dreams are orchestrated by me. The Captain's mask fell off, sort to speak. Ah-ha! Gotcha!

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Paperwork Police

numbersix@dailyskew.com (Skew) — Fri, 13 Jun 2008 11:53:00 +0000

I dreamt I was a detective, investigating a flight attendant who was suspected of stealing debit cards. After visiting with her at her home, I felt I had collected the information I needed to arrest her.

When I got to my cubicle, I was having trouble playing MP3's on my work computer. Somehow, my home desktop appeared, and connected it to my work computer. I was also viewing video from ATM machines, but it wouldn't play back unless I had my home desktop hooked up to my work computer.

It appeared that I was running Linux on my work computer, and Windows on my home PC.

There was a ton of paperwork that had to be completed prior to the arrested, and my work computer continued to act funny. My supervisor kept pushing me to get it done by 5pm. The arrest would take place shortly after.

I wanted to use my personal computer to type up my report, but was not allowed to.

I was overwhelmed. I began to wonder if the powers-that-be really wanted me to arrest the flight attendant or not.

Synopsis -- Celebrity Soul Patrol: Britney Spears

numbersix@dailyskew.com (Skew) — Fri, 23 May 2008 00:29:00 +0000

Written by: Tony
Edited by: Tony

Plot:

The Soul Patrol easily capture Britney Spears for the Auctioneer's market. Richard Wright continues to contemplate the possibility of going public, and catching up on his celebrity DONE! list. The Auctioneer sells Britney, claiming the "baggage" she brings with her has value.

Creator Comments:

"I love how Britney is so ditzy in this story, and Lufti is such a myopic jerk."

Character Appearances:

Sean
Maria
Sam Lufti
Britney Spears
Rose
Richard Wright
The Auctioneer

Synopsis -- Celebrity Soul Patrol: Eight Belles and the Birth of the New Justice Crew

numbersix@dailyskew.com (Skew) — Tue, 20 May 2008 23:58:00 +0000

Written by: Tony Vahl
Edited by: Tony Vahl

Plot:

Rose, angry about the Kentucky Derby Filly Eight Belles being euthanized on the racetrack, calls for a new Justice Crew to punish those who commit injustices in this world. Eva disagrees, but Sean sides with Rose. Rose pitches the idea to the Auctioneer, who agrees to the idea fairly quickly. He allows rose to borrow some people who have been auctioned off in the past for this mission.

Rose arrives in Kentucky with her team, breaks the ankles of the trainer and veterinarian, and whips the jockey mercilessly.

Creator Comments:

"I personally don't agree with the philosophy espoused in this story -- an eye for an eye makes the world go blind, if you know what I mean. However, Rose has a different view on things, and I can't help but write about it. So there you go.

"So, she's got her own side-project within the Soul Patrol, and that should carry her through while going through regular missions that she hates."

Character Appearances:
Rose
Eva
Sean
Richard Wright
Auctioneer

Chased by Thanos/Boxer Weigh-in

numbersix@dailyskew.com (Skew) — Mon, 19 May 2008 23:13:00 +0000

Dreamt I met this guy who could turn into Thanos in the middle of the night. He worked at night. This was in New York or Chicago. Above ground trains.

The guy would turn into him, chase me around. Tear things up. Tear up trains. Almost like the Hulk.

I bet he was after something. He ended up going to jail, on different charges. I called him a couple of months later -- found he was out on parole, and that he hadn't turned into Thanos in awhile. I was happy to hear that. Apparently, he had it under control.

I saw pictures of Thanos at the train stations, the night that I called him.

***

Also dreamt that this boxer was unhappy with his trainer because he bulked him up too much. He wanted to have lean muscles, because he thought he weighed too much. Trainer had some trick to get his muscles lean before the weigh-in. This was in Florida.

Tashman Dream: CEO Fires Byrdman and Christine

numbersix@dailyskew.com (Skew) — Sun, 11 May 2008 14:21:00 +0000

Tashman Technologies CEO

The unthinkable had happened.

I was in the Tashman Technologies conference room with CEO, Byrdman, and Christina. CEO delivered the bad news to Byrdman- that due to budget cuts, he had to be let go. Byrdman got red in the face, but he somehow took the news well. I was sitting next to him, and felt his pain on the inside, it was of shock and betrayal, after all CEO and Byrdman truly are best friends.

Byrdman made a comment about the recent death of Bernie, one of our teleporter operators. [In real life, Bernie was a family friend that died last Saturday.] For some reason, Byrdman implied Christina was at fault because Bernie's production was not replaced. So CEO fired Christina, too.

There was shock and tension in the air. My first thought: I could understand CEO firing technical workers, indexers, operators, qualified personnel, or middle management, but to fire two members of his inner circle clique is beyond anything rational. He trusts them with his life.

Moving on, everyone's responsibilities increased, Ramalani and Charlie Brown remained, and Big D was now helping me with client quotes.

I was at a school cafeteria with Charlie Brown, Ramalani, and CEO, eating hot lunch. There were elementary school kids running around. CEO opened a clothes gift box and threw me a pink polo shirt, and said, "Here ya go, kid. I don't want you running off, I'm losing everybody." I just kind of looked at the shirt, and froze. "Well, whatever you need, I'll give you," he assured me. I felt shocked that he finally realized I was valuable.

I was in a Ruby Tuesday's men's restroom when Big D and M & M walked in. Big D was asking me about a quote she just gave, and I knew it was wrong, but she didn't want to hear it. So instead, I humored her. She was telling me she had problems with Excel.

I drove back to work (my mother was in the car) and I was trying to explain to her the events of Byrdman and Christina's shocking dismissal, and how it tied into Bernie's death. [I spent hours going from dream to dream trying to save the answer in my brain, but the truth didn't stay with me when I woke up.]

When I got to the office, Big D was panicking, as usual. CEO also disagreed with her quote, and doubled it. My Excel wasn't working, so Son of Thor came and fixed my network connection. Son of Thor also gave me a dirty look and made a cold comment to me because he didn't know my password to log in my computer, and as IT he looked embarrassed in front of Big D's female customer who was in my office.

In other news, Christina was trying to make a comeback....

Synopsis: Final Moment

numbersix@dailyskew.com (Skew) — Wed, 07 May 2008 12:00:00 +0000

Plot:

A story told from three perspectives: first, we meet a blogger named Nick, who rants against typical man against society stories. He believes in Icons, and is concerned that the word spreading of their existence might increase their power.

Second, we see the Realtre, intoxicated with power, floating over New York City. Any feelings directed towards him, be it love or hate, increase his power and allow him to do such things as defy gravity.

Ma Yuan appears out of nowhere and chops the Realtre's head off. The next morning, the Nihilist is standing over the crater where the Realtre's headless body had crashed, and he sees the Realtor crossing the street!

Third, the Dream Seeker discovers that Cindy, Mark, Al, and Chris -- the D&D gamers who accidentally became Ma Yuan -- were killed in a car accident six months ago. The four sitting in Dace's hotel room, when questioned, have jumped forward in time two years.

Creator Comments:

"In recent stories, I had started spelling the Realtor's name with an 're' at the end. Damian thought this was silly, so, instead of going back and getting rid of the name, I decided to make a story of it and have the Realtre killed off."

Characters:

The Realtre (final appearance)
The Realtor
The Nihilist
The Dream Seeker
The Traveller
Cindy
Mark
Al
Chris
Ma Yuan

Trivia:

The concept of two Realtors controlled by one mind was partially inspired by Dr. Doom and his Doombots.

The concept of the Realtre floating above the ground was partially inspired by The Office and Second Life.