One Must Imagine Sisyphus Happy

Auditory hallucinations draw me into this WILD.

I hear voices to my right. It sounds like my old roommate Hugh. There's another unfamiliar voice. I guess that Hugh is giving this other man a job interview, something about accounting. Then I hear voices to my left. I conjure the feeling that I am in my bedroom in the Daisetta house. The voices outside are talking about... Led Zepplin? I dunno. I focus on the voices and they draw me into the dream.

Bam! I'm outside in a bright and vivid summer day. I'm in a suburban backyard. The grass is a brilliant shade of green beneath my feet. The house is somewhat like Daisetta. Around the yard are trees and power lines. There are three people around me. I intuit they were the voices outside. They are two boys and a girl. They look high school age and are dressed in gym clothes with blue shirts and white cotton shorts. I look down and see I am wearing the same thing. They are looking at me like I'm their teacher. But I'm not really interested in them. I had a plan in mind but this environment doesn't suit it. So I decide to just have some fun.

I look up. Time to fly. I now become aware of a few flying objects. They look like flying cars. I jump and zoom up to the nearest one. It seems to be an unmanned drone, about the size of large trash can. It has a Star Wars Tatooine look to it; futuristic but at the same time rusted and worn. I grab it and spin and throw it up toward another drone and the two crash and fall. Ha!
Then I am distracted by an unpleasant feeling in my throat, like a dry heave. I snap back to my waking body. At least I think this portion was waking, but I might have been still dreaming. I feel the urge to cough. I swallow and move my neck slightly and I feel okay. I DEILD back into the dream.

I fly up higher and look down to get a sense of the landscape. I'm hovering over a wide dry riverbed that is overgrown with moss and small bushes. On either side of the riverbed there's suburban homes. This reminds me of the creek behind the Redmond house. Down in the riverbed I see a large creature. About the size of a walrus but more like a beached whale in appearance. It is very blubberly. I zoom down and try to lift it. It is heavy but I manage to get it over my head. I throw it up into the air and hovers for a bit, then slowly and gently falls back to the ground. I then take a closer look, trying to figure out what exactly this creature is.

I snap back to my waking body again. I'm either still dreaming or in some deep hypnopompic state. I hear voices to my right, as I had in the earlier hypnogogia. It's Hugh again. I intuit that he is talking on the phone to his boss about the job interview candidate. He says, "He had the three wisdoms but didn't know his mathematical formulas. That's just memorization though. He's a bright candidate." I'm listening to this while remaining still, hoping to DEILD again. He ends the phone call and I hear footsteps toward my bedroom room, which is to the right, like my current apartment. I hear the door open and Hugh says "Are you there?" I feel the weight on my bed shift and a foot near my head. I think, maybe Hugh has something urgent so I should wake up.

I snap out of hypnopompia and realize I don't live with a roommate anymore. D'oh.

Some day residue from ordering a package during the day and also the ever-present media barrage about terrorism.

I'm walking through a dry, hilly region that makes me think of Afghanistan. But apparently I am in Kentucky. I am being led by a Persian-looking man with a thick accent. We are walking along a trail, dressed as guerrilla fighters with assault rifles and well-supplied backpacks. It's daytime and it's mostly clear with a few patches of clouds. My guide points up at the sky. There's a plane in the distance. He's speaking some kind of rhetoric that glorifies his cause. Something like:

"While the rich and wealthy look down on us from their planes, we, the night warriors, fight on the ground. They use their planes to transport goods and they think they are secure. They think they have sophisticated logistics. But we know all about their systems. We infiltrate their corporations and subvert their delivery systems. They think all the worldly goods belong to them, but really they belong to us."

Somehow I know that the plane is a UPS freight plane and we are near their main processing hub in Kentucky. We watch as the plane flies low over a clearing and starts dropping crates to the ground without landing, cargo-cult-style. As each crate lands, workers scramble to it and begin to break it down and process the packages. I think this system must be very well coordinated so that no one gets crushed from a falling crate. I also wonder if they can do this for fragile packages. Maybe they have a separate system for that.

We double back on the trail and move away from the UPS facility. My guide continues on with his rhetoric:

"They think that we will wither and starve out here in the badlands. But we have enough food for many days..."

False awakening. I'm still in the same dream. Apparently we made camp for the night and I'm just now waking up. My guide nudges me with his boot to wake me up. I am reluctant. He says:

"We call ourselves the night warriors but we never sleep. We fight day and night."

I joke: "If I'm going to be a night warrior, I'm going to need the mornings off."