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    1. Lucid Magic, Flying and Phasing

      by , 10-16-2012 at 08:21 PM
      I find myself on an errand downtown, possibly working for my last employer, visiting the State General Services building. In my dream the SGS is attached to the old Palm School Building which in real life is also state offices now. For some reason I have changed the word Palm to Psalm in the dream.

      The building is very long and my destination is in the back somewhere. I never see myself fulfilling my errand but I know I was done and headed towards the back exit at the rear of the building. I pass several open areas to come to a large room with low white carpet and shelves along two of the walls. Across from me is a counter similar to the check-in counters you see in airports close to the entry gates. The woman stationed at the counter even resembles Zoe Saldana looking much like she did in the movie The Terminal.

      To my left and slightly behind the counter is an exit door that I wanted to utilize but it is blocked by a bookcase, a clear indicator for 'no access.' I look at the woman and say, "I guess I can't go out that way, can I?" She replies, "No." as though she expected the question.

      "I have to go back to the middle of the building, don't I?"

      "Yeah." Again, the same disinterest in her reply, as though she had said it many times.

      A mental map of the building appears in my head and I can see where the exit is, about one-third the length of the building back the way I came from. I start heading in that direction when things begin to get weird.

      Walking out of the room at the end of the building I realize I'm no longer weaing my shoes, that somehow I had left them behind me when I first went into that area. Now that I've returned to where I left them I find a large cut in them as though a chain-saw had been brought down over them right in the middle.

      Leaning down to pick them up I think, "I would never leave my shoes behind in an office-building, nor would I walk around without shoes, so I must be dreaming." I smiled and felt good at the thought, but even better when I realized I could fix my shoes. "It's a dream, I can fix this."

      I closed my eyes and waved my hand over the shoes. When I opened my eyes the shoes were fixed and actually appeared brand new. What once were slightly dingy shoes are now bright white with red stripes along the sides. (I've never owned shoes with bright red stripes)

      "Ha!" I think and almost say out loud. I'm very pleased with my actions and know it's time for action. I begin putting my shoes on in preparation for walking to the door but I'm having a little difficulty slipping them on and I'm eager to do other things. It occurs to me that putting my shoes on and taking that time may cause me to lose my lucidity. I briefly close my eyes to stabilize myself and reopen them, thinking, "I don't need shoes. It's a dream."

      The first thought to next pop into my mind is to try flying. I head towards the area where the exit is and instead of using a door I walk right up to a plate glass window with the intention of going through it. Sadly I am stopped by the glass, my fingers making the familiar sound against the glass when large windows are contacted. The glass is cold...and solid.

      I step back a bit, thinking,"Hmmmm.....I know I can do this...it's my dream." I launch myself forward and go right on through the window with no effort. I don't think I broke any glass but it must not have been an important detail.

      I find myself flying over a downtown street so I climb up a bit higher to get above the buildings. I can see rooftops with people, chairs and air conditioning units on them. In the streets below cars move and I find myself marveling at the incredible detail my mind can create. Even the plants have movement, something I wasn't expecting.

      Since I'm flying I want to take it as far as I can...but where to go? The first place that pops into my head is the San Francisco Bay Area where my dad lives, a familiar locale. Sticking my hands out in front of me I zoom off like a superhero, the ground whizzing by below me like a video on super fast-forward. Only a few seconds pass before I arrive overlooking the vast area from San Jose to Richmond that makes up the Bay Area.

      As I was flying I could feel the wind against my fingertips as though I high-pressure air-hose was being applied to my skin. This was a unique sensation and unexpected, but cool, another thing I was pleased with my mind for.

      Arriving in the Bay Area I find myself in a rather featureless room with a ceiling above me and painted moldings along the top edges of the walls. I decide as long as I'm dreaming I may as well phase through the ceiling. I push my hand up and into the wood, passing through as easily as my hand into water. "Nice," I think, I want to try this more.

      I am now in the room above the previous one and I try to phase again but it doesn't work very well. I can get my hand partway through but I encounter resistance. I'm just beginning to ponder this when I wake up.


      It was a really nice and long lucid, and the level of control was really amazing. :)
    2. 08232012- 3rd Dream, Fighting Zombies in Texas, Peeing On The PS2 and Becoming A Zombie Superhero

      by , 08-27-2012 at 05:28 AM
      Yes. I peed on my son's Playstation 2.

      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I went to south Texas, presumably to visit my long-deadrelatives who lived down there. I know I was looking forward to seeing mygrandmother, an odd feeling. Still, Iseemed to be visiting some unknown relatives that were part of the family,people I had never met but had been given info on.[/SIZE][/FONT]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walked to the house and went in, asking to use theirbathroom. I knew they would let me because I was family. I hate using thebathroom of strangers but I really had to go.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Closing the door and sitting on the toilet I began to pee. Iheard a sound to my right and realized the man of the house was in the shower.Goody, I definitely didn’t want to be seen by him but as I think this he opensthe shower door and looks at me. I actually hid my face because I felt sodisgusted at his stare. He closed the shower door and went back to hisactivity.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Sadly, a few moments later the bathroom door opens and twopeople are peering at me like I’m some interloper using the toilet. I am appalledthey are staring at me and I tell them I’ll be done in a moment. One of themsays, “Something is wrong.” The two of them look at each other and I presumethey’re confused about my presence. I shut the door and finish.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]When I’m done I head right out of the house to the frontyard. As I approach my vehicle I can see it has been damaged by fire andpossibly collision. I realize this is what they were talking about when theysaid something was wrong. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The car appears to have burned from the hood but I suspectthe damaged mirror, now dangling, is the actual cause of the fire. The policeand firemen arrive but the fire is already out. They look at the car and at meand wish me luck but none of them offer me a ride anywhere despite me beingclearly stranded.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Pulling out my hotel information I make my way back to whereI’m staying. It is some considerable distance and I’m tired and glad to bethere after such a long walk. My hotelis a two-story lodge, common to any medium-sized populace. I think my room ison the second floor.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I head to my room and open the door. It’s nice and quiet,the way I like it. This is odd because my kids are now following me as I headout to the balcony. I am vaguely surprised to see them but they show no interestin visiting with me. As if by magic friends appear out of nowhere, other kidsthey met at the hotel visiting from other balconies. My daughter has friends her age (odd to see themout at night) and my older son has a friend over as well. They engage eachother eagerly and take no notice of me. I head back inside.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the room (which now appears to be a spacious 2-storyroom) is a teen girl standing outside the bathroom waiting on someone. She isdressed like some kind of goth with a long black skirt, black top, too much palemakeup and too many jingly bracelets and other adornments. I assume she knowsmy son and I wish she would leave. I really need to pee.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Deciding I can no longer wait on the person in the bathroomI look around for an alternative. I see my son’s Playstation 2 sitting on acoffee table next to the television and I head over to it. Glancing briefly atthe goth-girl and deciding I don’t care what she thinks I pull my pants downand squat over the game-machine. Peeing is quite a relief and I can see theliquid running into the box around the laser assembly. My relief turns to panicas the box fills and overflows, piss running onto the table and a little bit onmy leg. “Oh yeah”, I think…”the PS2 doesn’t have the extra storage that the PS3has. I should have used a PS3.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I pull up my pants and walk out of the hotel room and intothe hall. The corridor is long and appears like an interior maintenancecorridor more than a hotel-hallway with pipes along the ceiling and unpainteddoors. I am looking for a bathroom and I think one might be across the hallfrom me but as people pour through the double-doors I realize the opposite roomis another part of the hotel.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I turn left and make my way down the hall. I believe the farroom is a bathroom or contains one. I turn a bend at the end of the hall andfind myself in a break-room, a couple tables and some chairs with coffee andother minor snacks sitting on counters that run the length of the room. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Someone walks out of the door at the far end of the room andI know that’s where I need to go. He walks through the room and out to the hallI came from but as he opens that door a zombie comes in. The zombie triggers mylucidity and I know I’m dreaming of something my son talked about, theimpending Zombie Apocalypse. I should feel scared by the sight but it is onlyone zombie after all.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m starting to turn away as I see several more peopleheaded into the room, by mistake I suspect, and I know they can handle thezombie. My lack-of concern is quickly replaced by trepidation as I realize I’mnow facing five zombies from the direction of the hall and perhaps I shouldexit. I turn and behind me is another zombie arriving from the direction I wantto go.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We dance around a table and I know he’s not a problem for mebut I can’t figure a way out. His neck is bulging as if inflated and he iscoated with a green ooze that vaguely resembles a liquid-like form of rubbercement. I am mildly repulsed.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I make a dash for it towards the door I want to head for andhe follows. I know I’m stronger than him and I easily block him from getting tome but he is strong and the feel of his muscles under the green ooze is alittle unnerving. I manage to push himoff a couple times but I know he will get to me.[/SIZE][/FONT]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Remembering that I’m dreaming and I can’t actually be harmedI stop in the hallway and let him come. He attempts to bite but nothinghappens. I just stand there and let him do as he wishes for a minute. It eventickles.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I start walking away as he stares at me dumbfounded, an oddlook for a zombie. I am invincible now and I really want to fly away, despitebeing in a building. I leap towards the air, one hand up like superman and flyup beyond where the ceiling should be, a dark void of space opening up for meto play with. I feel like a real superhero.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      Categories
      lucid , memorable
    3. Lucid Bug, Spraying The Trees - 05262012 - 2nd Dream

      by , 05-27-2012 at 12:15 AM
      I have never been an insect before in a flying dream. The feeling was incredible.


      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m an employee of the Department of Natural Development, amagical division that is responsible for many of the changes seen in nature. Certainaspects of the natural world do not occur without the aid and assistance ofmagical beings like me. We are capable of becoming the tiniest of people, andthis makes us perfectly suited to our jobs. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I walk through the office to put up my briefcase and grabmy equipment I immediately become lucid and realize that I need to activate myshrinking power before I take off. I walk into a special staging room designedfor transformations and I shrink to insect size. Everything around me becomesthe tallest of towers as my perspective changes. The feeling is almostsickening.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My equipment has also shrunk and I place the safety straparound my body, hooking into the harness and the lock that attaches to my belt.Next to me is a switch and I press it, which allows me to exit the room beforesomeone else comes in, preventing people from being squished.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] I leave the officebuilding and I find myself flying over a crowd of people walking along a busysidewalk. I pass by several very close, feeling a little daring, and a youngman actually swats at me though his slow hand comes nowhere close. As I gainaltitude I’m laughing, both at how good this feels and how awesome it is toevade his swatting hand. He looks annoyed as he talks on his cell phone.[/SIZE][/FONT]
      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]My little wings are making a buzzing sound, though I knowthey aren’t real wings like those of an insect. They’re manufactured to imitatethe sound of a fly or bee, speeding me to my work. I wear office clothes despite my need toappear like an insect, and the only thing keeping me from being seen is myincredibly small size and super-fast speed. [/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I fly into a grouping of redbuds, or perhaps cherry trees,I’m not sure which. Both trees appear similar in spring, white flowers thatchange colors as the season develops. I am carrying a sprayer, a machine thatappears like a high-powered blower, and my job is to spray the scent onto theflowers. Without me, the trees would have no smell and people wouldn’tappreciate the trees as much. Without me….well…how else would the scent getthere?[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Flitting in and out of the branches is exhilarating, and Ishare the air with bees and butterflies, though neither comes near me fearing thesound of my wings. The vibrations make other creatures stay clear of me, and Iam free to spray the trees without interruption. I think about how cluelessregular people are and what they would think if they knew about the sprayingthat I’m doing.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]

      Updated 05-27-2012 at 12:16 AM by 52996 (Forgot Date)

      Categories
      memorable , lucid
    4. 05/08/2012 - 1st Dream, Beach float

      by , 05-08-2012 at 07:36 PM
      I got some sleep last night and I had some interesting dreams. This one was lucid, involved flying, and I remembered DreamViews and the lovely people here!

      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I have a false awakening and I’m lying in my bed at my dad’shouse in California. I find I am not in his current house but the one he hadwhen he lived in Alameda for 25 years. The bed is near the corner of the roomand to my left (while lying on my stomach) is a window, brightly lit by themorning sun. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The window is covered by paper shades, a thin material thatrolls up just like a typical window blind. I lift it up and when my eyes adjustto the bright scene I see the ocean. It’s a beautiful scene to wake up to. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Normally I should see another house from this window, but Ifind myself looking at water instead. I decide I want some pictures to show thepeople on DreamViews, to show off how beautiful the scene I wake up to is. Ifind my camera on the table and place it near the window. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Looking closer, I realize the window is a bit dirty, and Istart rubbing the glass with my finger. It isn’t working as well as I wouldlike, and I think how I hate this effect in dreams. I appear to be aware thatI’m dreaming but I can’t control anything yet. I continue cleaning the glass asbest as I can, hoping to make a nice clean spot for my camera lens. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Noting that some of the dirt is on the outside of the windowwhere I can’t clean, I give up and place my camera near the window. I move thecenter-point around, trying to get the camera to focus properly and adjustexposure, cursing myself for not bringing my film camera. The scene finallyresolves into focus, and I notice that I’m looking out at the bay, not theocean. In the background of the picture, across the water, is a large greymountain that doesn’t normally appear anywhere in the Bay Area.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I stare at the mountain for a minute, trying to figure outhow it got there. It’s not like a normal mountain, covered with trees orsnow-capped. Instead it’s almost smooth, as though it was covered with slopedglaciers. Fracture lines are visible in what appears to be ice, though I havenever before seen a glacier so dull.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I take a couple pictures of this scene and decide I would ratherhave some pictures from the beach, so I get up and walk out of the house. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Normally I would have to walk a few blocks and make someturns to even see water from his house, let alone get anywhere near a beach. Onthis day, however, an alley ran right along the side of the house which ledstraight to the water. I really wanted to fly to the beach and get therefaster, but normal flight didn’t fit in with my desire to swim, so Icompromised and flew on an air mattress. Like most of my flying dreams I movedas though I was in water, lying on the air mattress and pushing my handsagainst the air to move forward. I knew I was dreaming for sure but I had nodesire to change anything.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I flew past many houses and a couple of apartment buildingsas well, and as I came over a slight rise in the landscape I could finally seewater ahead of me. It was a pretty scene, and I tried taking pictures here butthe view wasn’t as open as I would like, and people kept interfering with myview of the water. I knew waiting would work out better.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Arriving at the beach I floated on through a cave in therock to a beach cove that had the most beautiful ocean access. The cove waswide, surrounded by rock except for the cave behind me, and had a nice sandybeach that any surfer would be proud of. The rock walls behind me shaded thecove from the early sun, and a number of families had set up their belongingsin the protected sides of the cove to avoid the wind. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I floated along the length of the beach and just took in theview for a minute. I remembered while I was there in the first place and tookout my camera, fixing my view on a distant buoy perhaps a half-mile out. Ittook my camera a while to focus but this time I was happy to not have anymountains in my view, just the beautiful ocean with some small white caps. Icouldn’t have been happier, and I thought about how great the pictures would bewhen I showed everyone on DV.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I woke up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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    5. SkinnyButts and Cat-Vomit Chili - 2nd Dream, 04302012

      by , 05-02-2012 at 06:25 AM
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]This should be interesting to write up![/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m in south Austin in my dream, and I drive to somewherealong MoPac, west of Barton Creek, near the mall and Temple Inland. I thinkthis might be where I visited the Daycare Center initially, though I’m not surewhy. I believe I was taking my daughter to school, though if this was true I’vegone way too far west of the actual school. I do know that my thoughts are thatit’s okay to leave the car here because I can just walk across the greenbelt toget home; I’ve done it before in my life.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m still in the center when Grandma and Grandpa show up.Grandma is crying, and she says it’s because she is sad that children aregrowing up! I know she means that she misses when my daughter was little, andit is really affecting her. Tears are pouring down her cheeks and she isbawling like a baby. Grandpa is standing nearby ready to offer her a tissue butI never see him do anything but stand there with his hand on her shoulder.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]My dream transports me home, and when I arrive I find my sonis still home. I ask him why he didn’t go to school and he tells me that hedidn’t want to and no one made him so he stayed home. I get a little mad and make him get dressedbecause I’m going to take him to school.[/SIZE][/FONT]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Around this time I have a random discussion with someoneabout where Shoal Creek is. Someone is saying a certain development is on thesouth side of the river because that’s where Shoal Creek is, but I arguelucidly that Shoal Creek is on the north side of the river, and I conjure a mapfrom my mind that displays Austin very accurately. I zoom in on the map andshow them the location of Shoal Creek on the north side of the river betweenLamar and the First Street bridge. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“See!” I exclaim, pointing to the map with a stabby finger.“I told you!”[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I take my son to school by some unknown means (recall my caris still somewhere west of MoPac) and drop him off, though the school doesn’tappear in my dream. From here I made my way to a daycare center behind theschool where a birthday party for some kid was going on. We didn’t know the kidand he wasn’t in school with my daughter, yet we were welcomed anyway. This isodd because I had already taken my daughter to school yet I feel her presencein the dream.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking to the back area of the daycare I find myself on aneighborhood street about two blocks north of the center. This is where theparty is occurring. I look around and see many of the neighborhood streets areblocked off at this intersection, and I wonder what the people in the areathink about that, not being able to access half the neighborhood. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Blue streamer is draped across each intersection and alongthe cross streets, limiting the party area to the one long block I am on. Awoman is nearby setting up party decorations and punch. I approach her.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“How do you manage to hold a party here and not piss offhalf the neighborhood?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]She gestures towards the houses and smiles. “The peoplearound here don’t mind. Nearly all of them are on vacation anyway.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look at the nearby houses and notice that no one isaround. The streets are quiet, there are no cars driving around, no peoplewalking dogs, and all the homes seem empty. Driveways are notably unoccupiedand some homes have the windows taped up with brown paper. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]A brief thought crosses my mind that with so many peopleabsent it would be a good time to try breaking into a house or two. It wouldn’tbe difficult with so few people around, no one to see what happens at night.This thought passes quickly.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My view of the neighborhood shifts and I find myself flyinglow over one of the streets to the west, and while the flying did not triggerlucidity at first, what I notice next does. Right in the middle of theneighborhood is a small building, no bigger than a small house, made ofcinderblocks and windows. The windows are covered up with newspaper to keepprying eyes from seeing inside, and there is a sign above the door running thewidth of the building.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Oh wow! It’s SkinnyButts! I have always wanted to go toSkinnyButts!” [/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Now I realize that I’m flying in a dream, and I decide Iwant a closer look inside the place. I fly myself over the building and hovernear the top of the window out front, a small corner of the window barelyuncovered. I can see inside to a kitchen and I can see a woman in a blue dressinside. I recognize her as a stripper or erotic entertainer of some kind,because that’s what SkinnyButts is. Ofcourse, this place does not exist in real life but for some reason the idea ofit seemed really attractive in the dream. [/SIZE][/FONT]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I thought about sticking around, or going inside andspending some time there, but I know I can’t be gone too long so I leave to goback to the birthday party.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At the party there is cake for the kiddos, chocolatestickiness on their faces and hands. The adults are eating cake and chili, anitem not normally found at a birthday party. I watch, thinking that someone isgoing to get sick.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]As I think this a woman who is standing before me andtalking suddenly turns to the side and spews a large volume of liquid and chilion to the floor. I felt like I made her be sick, and I knew that others wouldsoon be throwing up as well. As if oncue, several other people also throw up just as the first woman had. Nowarning, no gagging, just turn the head to the side and spew.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I head towards the front office, thinking I better get mydaughter and head out. On the way I pass a cat standing next to a refrigerator(which I later realize looks just like the one in my home) and as I walk by thecat throws up exactly as the people had, as though a hose were inside the catspewing brownish liquid. I thought, “What kind of asshole lets a cat eat chili?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At the front office I walk up to the man operating the frontdesk and phone. I’m about to tell him I’m going to take my daughter home but I noticehe is on the phone. I instead turn to my daughter’s backpack and begin lookingfor paper and a pen. I spend the next two minutes trying to legibly write mymessage, and then I add that the chili is bad and no one should eat it. Thistwo minutes is tedious as writing legibly in a dream isn’t always easy, yetsomehow I finally managed it.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I get ready to give the note to the man, who lookssuspiciously like Barry White, when I notice a note taped to his back, oddlysticking to the fabric of his sweater. I tug at it but it doesn’t come off, andhe laughs at it. He is apparently aware it is there, and doesn’t mind it. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The office Barry White finally gets off the phone and Ireach over to hand him the note when suddenly he throws up! I couldn’t believeit! It got all over the floor and his pennyloafers, though he managed tocontain most of it to a small waste basket.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I guess I don’t need to tell him about the chili,” I think,and retract the note. I decide not to bother him as he seems occupied with hisown issues. Instead, I walk down a hall perpendicular to the one I have beenin, and along the front of the building. Here I find my daughter playing with anumber of other children along some carpeted risers and multi-level play areas.I ask her if she wants to head home, and then decide she can stay if she wantsto because there are a number of adults I trust nearby. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk out of the building and over to some nearby benches,and I realize I am in front of my son’s middle school. Various people arenearby hanging out, playing Frisbee and cutting classes. I talk to a Koreanmale who I believe to be in college though he has the youthful appearance ofsomeone in high school. He is friendly and chatty, and mentions that after theparty he and some friends are going to head over to SkinnyButts. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I find myself in a dilemma. My intention had been to go getthe car, which is still on the south side of the river along MoPac…but I wantto go to SkinnyButts as I have never been there before. I ponder how long itwould take to get the car; I could walk across the river and head down thefreeway and get the car, or I could walk across and then wait for a cab to takeme. I decide that either one would take just as long, considering the wait timefor cabs to show up, so I’m still stuck. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Knowing that I will be gone for a while and that I have somedisposable time, I decide to head over to SkinnyButts with my new friends.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And the dream ends.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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