Blue_Opossum

Morning of December 20, 1999. Monday. (My 39th birthday.)



I am the robot (of mostly black metal but red feet) that I got for Christmas in 1969 (from my father), except full-sized. I sometimes stop and slowly turn my upper body to either left or right each time in the way that the robot did. It seems to be late at night.

I cannot seem to produce lasers from my chest when I want, or have it open at times. I see lights flashing now and then, at first thinking my “chest lights” are flashing upon someone’s windows (with closed curtains), but one set seems to come from a police car that had stopped near me, possibly to investigate what I am doing. However, I stealthily start pulling large but light metal parts off of me (my upper arms first) and leave them behind as I walk home, only now remembering more of my conscious self identity, and not getting into trouble either, even though one part I drop makes a very loud clanging noise. Looking back to my left, one “robot part” is actually a large open end wrench, but bent in the middle at about a 140 degree angle. I consider that I might need this to remove the rest of my apparent costume, but decide not to risk it so as not to look as if I am meandering or up to mischief.

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As this dream was semi-lucid, I am well aware of the officer in the police car being the preconscious avatar of this dream for possible RAS modulation. However, I do not attempt to modulate any of my dream’s dynamics.

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