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#421 - DILD - 5:20AM

I wake at some point to use the toilet then fall back to sleep with mantra.

Something about being at a church. Someone gets shitty with my and pisses me off so I leave.

I am traveling with my kids and wife and we end up staying in an empty trailer house. I assume we have permission, but I worry about getting caught. I'm not really sure if we have permission afterall. I see headlights and watch a car drive up a hill to a huge mansion. I get a snapchat of my son with my younger sister and her family. I 'remember' she is babysitting him for a while. I decide to play Gameboy a little before bed. Someone yells at my older daughter. I think it was my mom. I look at my phone and see it's 11:45pm. She's crying so, I tell daughter that she has 15 minutes and then we have to get some sleep. I notice the sun coming up through a window and I say to daughter, "You know it gets light at midnight now?"
She looks surprised, but says nothing
"Yeah, that's right." I feel this is true statement, but I am not totally convinced so, just to be sure, I do a quick nose plug. I blow through, but I think I must have not plugged my nose enough. I squeeze harder, but still blow clean. I'm totally shocked so I do it a third and fourth time until I totally believe.

I leave the bedroom at the end of the house and move back to the living room we were just in. It's dark outside again so I decide to play with punching at walls. When I connect, it feels like thick, soft rubber and makes no damage. I think it's kind of funny so I take several punches at the wall until I feel like my hand break through. However, when I remove my hand there is still no damage to the wall. I try the front door all to the same effect. I notice now that day light has return through the large bay window. I can see leaves on the brown grass outside and decide to use that as a visual focal point as I phase through the glass.

I keep thinking that I had some goals I wanted to try, but I just can't recall. I decide to run up the hill to the huge mansion and it takes some time getting there. I feel strange in my eyes like I have them open too wide and I'm trying too hard to focus. I try to ignore this and purposefully don't think about waking up. As I am walking up the hill, I feel my eyes rolling up too far to see so I tilt my head back to adjust. At the top, The large mansion is now several super small houses. I wonder if anyone is around so I shout, "HEY!... HEEEEEYYYY!" No one shows. I start to enter one of the houses, but it's at this point that I suddenly wake up.

I'm walking about in a walmart. I realize that the store seems to be getting ready to close, even though it's bright daylight outside. I get to close to the register line and it sucks me in, I panic because I have nothing to buy, all I can grab is a phone book from the free phone book rack that is right by the register line. It's my turn up at the register and I drop the phone book onto the belt, and the worker give me a weird look and then rings the book up, I expected it to be free, but he says that it'll cost three cents. I think thank goodness I have a five dollar bill in my pocket. I get it out and hand it to him. At first he takes it then gives it back. I thought he was gonna be nice and just let me keep my whole five, but then he grabs it back from me and puts it in his register and starts grabbing change out. I don't mind that either, and I didn't care if he was going to gyp me, I just wanted to get out of there but he is taking a long time. He tells me to put out my hand and drops one by one a dime, another dime, a nickel, a quarter, then just drops the rest. Him and his friend lady co-worker begin telling me that walmart now only pays them a quarter per hour. And I said that's a fallacy. But then he bagged my phone book and I went for the exit and mumble then why do you work here? And the worker the stands at the door heard me and gave me a glare, and I just hurried outside and then took my phone book around the parking lot.

Morning of November 26, 1976. Friday.



In my dream, my last one of this morning (the sun already up in reality) it seems to be late morning, perhaps around ten o'clock or later, as my Cubitis bedroom is bright from daylight streaming in through the windows. I am still aware that it is winter. It does not seem that cold to me, though. Though it is Friday morning, I get a sense that it is Saturday morning.

I am in my bed, having seemingly been sleeping and not yet fully awake. My bed (lengthways east to west) is out from the left side of my bedroom’s door - that is, the east inner door to our living room from my room’s viewpoint (in contrast to the door to our carport from my room, on my north wall). I become aware of several bees slowly coming into my room from under the door. They do not sting me or even come near me, and I am only slightly wary of a potential danger. They seem a bit disorganized and very slow, sort of hovering in the air (close to the floor) at times, maybe even a bit sluggish from the cold. (In real life, there is a big enough gap under this door for larger bees to come through from the living room, though this has never been much of a concern).

Although I notice a few more large bees over time (though not unrealistically large), nothing happens. They mostly remain in the area near my door and not much higher than a foot from the floor.

This dream colored my mood in a curious way, not in a negative sense, just of an unusual indescribable elusive awareness. This may be related to my associations regarding my quitting of school (in the first few weeks of tenth grade), as bees used to fly in and out of empty soda cans within a small fenced-in area for placing recyclables near the roofed outdoor lunch area - and thus were sometimes very annoying. However, a few friends and I later spent more time near the outer north wall in the same general area though where no other students went, even though it was just around the corner. Another influence may have related to having seen “The Savage Bees” the previous Monday, which probably combined into a composite association (relating to those afternoons at high school during lunch).