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    1. Ridiculous Indications I'm Dreaming

      by , 05-24-2013 at 01:28 AM
      Non-Lucid
      Lucid
      Missed Indicator ((I'm marking them this way because at those moments I felt like something was off but I couldn't grasp what it was.))
      I'm going to call them fragments because while they are all in the same places with the same people, the pieces are not connected.
      Fragment 1: My Brother and Work
      I'm attending a work meeting. We've gathered at the end of one of the aisles. My brother arrives late, carrying a starbucks coffee cup. He doesn't look anything like my WL brother. I have a moment when I'm staring at him, that I'm trying to realize that. He smiles at me, I smile uncertainly. His eyes were blue instead of brown and his face shape was wrong. He stepped back and his elbow knocked over a row of pale purple gift bags stacked 4 deep in the bay. It pushed the ones stacked in the adjacent bay to the floor.
      "Uh-oh." I said. We picked up the bags.
      While I'm doing that I think that I should be paying attention to the meeting instead of picking up products, I can hear the manager holding the meeting say something like that to the group, but I don't stop what I'm doing and he sounds really far away.

      Fragment 2: At Home with my Brother
      Then I'm at home in the living room. My brother follows me down the hall. He's been sleeping on a mattress on the floor. I said something about finding him a real bed and he waves dismissively at me.
      "Nah, this is fine."
      He's still carrying the coffee cup.


      Fragment 3: Girlfriend, Father Lives with Me, Ugly Creature
      Now I'm in the bathroom. I have a girlfriend. Sometimes she looks regularly proportioned and sometimes her features are stretched, almost cartoonish. She's wearing a soft grey shirt and jeans. Her frame is too tiny to be normal, but I'm admiring her in comparison to my own more...average figure. She straddles my hips. Both the door to the hall and the door to the bedroom are open, I'm afraid my father will walk in on us.
      She takes my hand and leads me into the living room. There's a mattress right next to the door. All the blinds are closed, the lights off, but it's day outside.
      I kneel on the mattress and she bends her knees slightly, leaning down to talk to me.
      "I'm going to turn into a cat!" She says.
      "Go for it." I reply.
      She looks exceptionally cute as her face scrunches up in concentration. A kitten bursts into existence in front of us. She frowns at it.
      "Well...you didn't turn into a cat, but you certainly made one." I say, staring down at the kitten.
      "What's wrong with it? It's kind of ugly."
      The longer I look at it the more I realize how little it actually looks like a cat. For one, it's purple. Its fur is really short, almost just fuzz on the skin, its eyes are yellow and bulbous; its ears are large, pointed and bat-like. I try to scratch it between the ears but the ears are too close together. It has 4 articulated claws on each paw.
      "I think it's kind of cute." We both know I'm just trying to make her feel bad about willing an extremely ugly creature into existence.

      Fragment 4: Junk Day, Miniatures
      I'm outside, standing at the end of my driveway, by the curb. I notice a patch of clover, it's pale red. I think "Wow, I've never seen red clover before."
      Next to the clover are file crates full of junk. One of them is full of small rectangular white boxes with numbers written on them in black sharpie. There's box with a picture of a dwarf miniature. I see my boyfriend watching me from the house. He turns to go back inside and I rush to follow him.
      "Hey, there's a box full of miniatures out there, do you want it?"
      "Nah."
      "...really?"
      He just shrugs at me
      .

      Fragment 5: Rollerblades, Jean Grey, Cyclops, Flying
      I'm outside on my driveway, wearing rollerblades. I'm carrying a white trash bag full of junk. I can't seem to stop myself from rolling. The driveway is more sloped than I'm used to. I drop the bag with the junk at the curb and skate back to the house.
      I frown, trying to figure out why there's a giant truck parked in our yard and another parked where my car should be. I move toward the garage and see that my car has been crushed into the garage door.
      "Stupid rollerblades! I just wanna stop moving!"
      I manage to stop. Upon thinking how annoying the skates are, the next step I take does not send me gliding forward. It is a regular step.
      "Huh." I say, reaching down and lifting my heel to my hand. The heel of my shoe is flat and wide. "I must be dreaming."
      I tilt my head back and scan the sky. Everything is sharp and feels real. The sky is black, broken by tiny pinpoints of light. There is a cluster of 6 stars directly overhead. I know exactly how to test it. The shoe wasn't enough, apparently. I leap into the sky, when I start to descend I flap my arms like a bird. As I lose momentum I notice that Superman is flying around above me, he extends his hand and wills me to fly to him. I attempt to do so, resisting the urge to flap my arms, since I know I don't need to.

      I don't reach his hand, he lands. The scene is no longer my driveway but a mall. I'm on a balcony, looking down at him. I see myself from the outside, I'm Jean Grey. When Superman shifts his position a little he changes into cyclops, except that he's wearing red and yellow. And, because my subconscious is hopeless, his hair is red. I jump off the balcony and glide down next to him. I offer him my hand and he takes it, but his arm remains stiff, keeping me at arms length, effectively stopping me from stepping in to kiss him.
      Just by keeping that resistance between us, he is gently reminding me that I should be at my post.
      It will happen soon.
      He points me toward the escalator and I take it down to the floor below. I can see him from there, and the balcony overhead.

      Updated 05-26-2013 at 02:57 PM by 54746

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