One Must Imagine Sisyphus Happy

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."

Jet Fighter
Method DILD (absurdity)
Lucidity C
Vividness C
Control D
In my car. It's morning and I am driving to work. I am waiting to make a left turn onto 3rd street toward the freeway ramp. I am looking at the stopped cars on the opposite side of the intersection. Suddenly, I see a military jet fighter flying toward me. It dips down toward the cars on the other side of the intersection. It dips so low that it flies under a curved street lamp. Then it pulls up sharply and to the left and continues out of sight. I think that's pretty strange. It's not unusual to see military helicopters flying low around Los Angeles, but I've never see a jet flying like that. I realize it's too weird and I must be dreaming. I nose plug to confirm. Immediately have a false awakening in my own bed. I'm still lucid for a moment but very startled and shortly wake up for real.