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non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

I am in Afghanistan and about to leave, but first I am going to say bye to a tailor who is my friend. There is a line of women stretching for like 50 meters, in despair, trying to order burqas so they can cover themselves. The tension is high. First I turn away to leave, but then decide to go back and wait a little bit to see if I can reach my friend. I watch these women and I cry for them. A couple men come by and start checking the women standing in line, bullying those who are less covered or in western clothes. I know I can't do anything, so I leave and avoid looking any man in the eyes. Some kids with water guns spray water on me and I say nothing and just carry on. I know how easily the men would just kill me for saying anything. I am scared and heartbroken.

I am shown a picture taken by soldiers during the war in Afghanistan. In the picture there's this broken, miserable child's doll. It is a bomb in disguise. On it's blonde hair it is written in blue marker: "WHAT I ..."
"They didn't know it was a bomb at the time the photograph was taken." The girl who is showing me the picture says.
It dawns upon me that the soldiers might be dead. I am wondering/ worrying about this as I wake up.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

A man was talking to another man. I didn't see either man, as if they were both talking in narration. One man mentioned a new "excrement omelette," which was a layer of eggs wrapped around a thin filling of crap. I saw a cross-section of one of these "excrement omelettes." It looked like a Hot Pocket, except the crust was egg and the filling was crap.

The second guy said, "That's a terrible idea! It sounds disgusting!"

The first guy said that it couldn't be such a bad idea. Apparently some really famous supermodel ate them all the time and thought they were really delicious.

Dream #2

I had come to some nice, two-story house in the suburbs. I was in the living room, which was kind of dim and grey. There were a few other people there, some of whom were probably members of my family. I seemed to be always looking up toward the ceiling, and my view sometimes seemed kind of low, as it I were looking up from about waist height.

At first I knew I had come here to be here for my family, maybe my cousin in particular. But now I was upstairs, in a bedroom, probably a characteristic young man's bedroom. I now realized that I was here to see my cousin off. He was shipping out for Afghanistan soon. This may have been my cousin's old room.

I thought about giving my cousin a gift. But I hadn't gotten him anything before I had come here. I starting looking around in the room, as if the room were some kind of gift shop, even though it was still the same old room. I found two shot glasses on a shelf. I took the two glasses off the shelf. It was like I was seeing this from a really low point, like waist height.

The two shot glasses had weird, notched bases and a black-line portrait of some famous person. I thought that would be appropriate, as my cousin either liked that person or the place associated with that person. I also found something else I could give my cousin, but I can't remember what it was.

I may have gone back downstairs. I may also have seen my cousin.