non-lucid

Dream #1: My GF and I were leaving my house. We were sitting in my car in the drive way and she had presents for everyone. She told me that she still needed to wrap more, and wanted to put a red ribbon on some of them. I looked around my block and noticed most of the houses had long bright red ribbons out front. I had the "brillant" idea: "Why don't we let my next door neighbor wrap your presents!" (In real life I've done nothing but exchange awkward waves with him.)

Stationed in his driveway was a heavy looking sewing machine from the 50's, for some reason I felt it could be of use (with the ribbons?)...

Note: My next door neighbor has not taken down his Christmas tree since he put it up before Christmas 2010. I have joked about this a number of times with my GF, and I have lucidly entered his house at least once (see Blackbird Flying. I also caught a reflection of myself in his front window in the lucid dream: Cloud Form)

Dream #2: I was laying in bed when Fred walked over and laid down in my usual spot. He told me he had been working hard on the computer and his neck was hurting. So he needed to lay down in a special way using my pillow.

Note: This is the second dream I have recalled in which Fred was in my bedroom as if he lived here. I also recently posted a dream in which I was in his and Katie's room (Stealing Mexican Food)

Dream 1
I was playing basketball in a two-on-two match. The match took place in an arena I don't know which one but Ron Artest was taking the mick. He kept saying stuff like "Not in my house!" and he was always blocking my shots,since he's tall I couldn't do anything nor could my partner, I don't know who Artest's partner was.

After the match Ron Artest was like "No hard feelings" and drove us home in a blue chevrolet captiva. A dream sign occured when we started driving through a supermarket like Westfield. I still didn't go lucid.

Dream 2
I was in college and I left my classroom. I turned into Jango Fett and had to hunt bounty. I decided alive would be best. The bounty was a smart kid who probably skipped detention or something.

When I found him I didn't taze him but I did shoot some blue thing from the top of my wrist that made him freeze in his position. I tied him up and carried him to the teacher.

Side Notes
I had an hypnagogic image. Something happened, I think my Dad read something that didn't make any sense. I made a face like "WUT!" I felt my eyebrows go up and mu face scrunch up. I think I could've gone lucid.

I was on a highschool trip in France when I decided to leave a camping site. I went to Luzern, Switzerland, to find a Japanese girl I've met at IAESTE conference (in reality I met the girl, Yuki Motoda, 3 years after the actual highschool trip, and fell in love with her). I didn't know where to search for her, so I just wandered in the streets, asking random people about her. Most of them didn't reply at all. After a long long time I got into ZHAW campus. I walked in the corridors, asking the students about Yuki Motoda, but most of them didn't know her. I saw Swiss students doing various things - studying, eating their lunch, partying, playing volleyball. I almost gave up. When I asked the last girl in the school eatery about Yuki, she started to laugh. Then I noticed why. Yuki was sitting next to her. She was fast asleep on the table, wearing her favorite green pullover. I grabbed her hand we started to run fast. When we stopped, we were near some creaky, roof-less cottage in Alps. We went in and that was the first time Yuki said something. "Why?", she asked, starring at me. I didn't reply. We went to a cellar of the cottage. There was a horse waiting for us. I lifted her and set her on the horse, then I sat behind her. We left the cottage through some underground corridor. Before we entered the corridor I saw various warning boards. The only one i remember is "The corridor is safe to use, with the exception of blind riders." [Then an alarm of a car near the house woke me up.]

I was in a basketball game. This felt like when I was in middle school and played at the CT gym. I had some girls on my team and was playing against some people I knew. I can identify only Mustafa and Craig as my opponents. There seemed to be some kind of hostility between me and them. Mustafa would guard me by basically hugging me, and I got pissed off, and Craig was talking shit.

My team was not doing well, I do not remember scoring a single basket. Whenever I pass to one of my teammates, they would either lose the ball, or miss a shot. When I had the ball, I felt like I was guarded very tightly and forced to make a bad pass. When I dribbled, it felt like I had very little control of the ball and I was unable to make any baskets.

I was in the area on Brookhurst street and I see a dairy queen across the street. I have a craving for some ice cream so I cross the street and go inside. I don't get any ice cream, but I ask to use the rest room. They give me a key attached to one of those rods. I leave the restaurant and walk along the street. It is now starting to become night time. I notice Julie in her office doing Laundry. I didn't want her to see me so I just continue walking, and thought about seeing her later.

When I get to the end of the street, I cross over to the side that I was originally on. Strangely it feels like it is day time again. On the other side of the street there is a comic book store, with one guy working behind the counter. I go in and look around briefly and then I leave. I check out some of the other stores and then return to the comic book store again. This time I stick around and check out the place. The clerk showed me some Pokemon and street fighter stuff. They had T shirts of various designs on the walls. The one that caught my attention was a series of C.Viper shirts in a Marvel comics style.

While inside I kept checking time time to see if it was too late to go across the street. My watch told me it was around 11pm yet it was perfectly sunny outside.

12/15/11

NON-LUCID, SEMI-LUCID

Dream 1:

In school, couldn't take my AP exams because I was too late. I run to class, and I see a girl I knew (let's call her Ang and her friend "A." They were holding hands together, or not, and they were walking to class.




I end up in a government college class with a professor who looks like the teacher I had AP Government for.

He draws some circle and a "U" in the middle with two dots (that had to be a day residue of me typing an equation on google thanks to seeing this post -> http://www.dreamviews.com/f16/post-i...ml#post1795910 <-).

Someone asks me a random question as to why I took the class or something like that.

I told them that I was late to take the AP Exams (I wasn't late waking life though), and that I had to move to 4 high schools. Then one voice said that I'm just using excuses.

I turned around and said, "NO!" and was going to say something else (but I forgot what exactly I said).

That's all I remember for that one.

Dream 2:

I think me and other DCs are running away from something, I don't know what it was, but I conformed myself into panicking as well when I saw them running like it's the end of the world.

It was bright outside, but we were hiding in places that were fairly dark. I think the dark areas looked like Orochimaru's room in his lair in Naruto Shippuden (but I rather not make that assumption because I know I'll probably get tentacle-raped in future dreams ).



I saw someone find a perfect hiding place where it was really dark in the corner. So I followed them and at first though the spot was dead obvious for whoever is trying to get us.

But when I hear that they were getting closer, I went back to the same dark place, and had some cloak on me and adapted to the color of the environment.




I don't remember much after that one.

Dream 3:

I was running to class, the environment looks like the inside of the Biochemistry Department at my University. As I'm running in first-person perspective, I see letters varying from "L" or "M," which mean what side of the building I was in.

Apparently I had to turn back and look for a "E" sign to get to my next class.Then I'm in some class that seems to be a Communication Course (but I didn't take it as yet in college).

I had some Asian professor (now that I think about it, she looked almost like the Scumbag teacher meme!



Some guy was doing a presentation (let's call him Jon the Cool Dude). Jon the Cool Dude was doing an oral presentation on why he decided to pursue a biomedical major (though the paper said Biochem).

After he was done, the teacher told him that she couldn't find how what he said was related to the topic he was going to discuss, but she said he had a way with words, and he just had to use them right to make things more interesting.

I think he even mentioned on of my Dream Journals too! (How the hell do you know I have one?)

I was going to ask him about that, but I can't remember anything else from that dream.

Dream 4:

I'm in an Asian restaurant I occasionally go to, but when I went inside, the place was different. It looked pretty fancy, like the store got an upgrade in quality, but this dream was still fuzzy at the time.




I think I was refilling some soda, and I went back to my seat (I was sitting on those rotatable stools near the entrance of this restaurant.



I turn around outside to see some DC that looks Asian, and he looks suspicious to me. I'm not sure what he was wearing, but he kind of looked like Otacon in Metal Gear Solid 4.



I made the prediction that he was going to do something bad, and he did, he pops out a mini-pistol (future pocket gun I guess?), but not the old-school kind, it looked like some futuristic one that was simple and black.



He pointed the gun at me.

(I started panicking of course; I felt a lot of emotions during this time, even the feeling of helplessness too...wasn't really fun feeling like a piece of crap to him now).

He told me to get down and go to some section of the restaurant. I do so, but I couldn't comprehend WHERE he wanted me to go, and I didn't want him to get pissed off.

So I decided to go slowly and hopefully he would repeat what he said. He then said something like this, "I guess someone here isn't paying attention I said go over there!"

But I didn't know WHAT THE F*** YOU WANTED ME TO GO TO YOU FREAKING OTAKU!!
I just lie there like a fish on land trying to breathe.

I didn't know what the bloody hell to do, I turn around to the guy while still on the floor, and all I can see if just this person who is a nerd throughout a video game just turned into some psychopath.

(Guess he was pissed Naomi died....HA HA HA (that was a little side joke for anyone who played or watched walk-throughs on Metal Gear Solid 4))

Dream ends, I think I woke up out of fear.

Morning of December 25, 2011. Sunday.



Zsuzsanna and I have a large vineyard that starts from about the middle of our backyard at our present address on W Street. The rows are oriented north to south and there are at least seven of them.

In the distance, to the east, I see the tower Big Ben. However, I erroneously associate it with being in Manhattan (even though it is in the UK in reality and I otherwise correctly perceive myself as being in Australia). There is also some sort of ambiguity where I also associate it with the Empire State Building.

More to the south, beyond where the apartments would be in real life (as our backyard is otherwise much longer to the south), are ancient ruins. I casually (without incident) explore them for a short time prior to slowly waking.

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I associate Big Ben with puzzles, as my older sister Marilyn collected Big Ben jigsaw puzzles. (This reflects the dream self as being puzzled about the level of unconsciousness in being between dreaming and waking, though subliminally). However, a clock tower is also an emergent consciousness factor linked to a subliminal focus on what time it is getting to be while still sleeping (loosely associated with a real alarm clock that wakes a dreamer up in the morning). Big Ben appeared in a dream of December 20, 2010, so there is a loose marker here, though in that dream, I related the possibility of mortality, as it occurred on my 50th birthday.

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Windhover's Dream

dream 1 - I'm in my high school(weird, the class was from my elementary school, but the kids were my friends..) My seat buddy is Katsuno. He does not speak and I dont recognize his face, as if his face is void with question mark on it... and I know that we only talk thru Facebook.(wth?) Our teacher is Amy Lee. (wtf?) idk why, but she almost looks like my mentor teacher. I get excited that Lee is going to teach us. Dont recall what she taught, then at the end of class a guy brought several Christmas gifts saying who wants them. I raise my hand and receive one gift. I open it and there is a scumbag (literally, that brown scum 'bag') I see... I laugh with bad poker face.
I walk out of school from the back door with Katsuno. I pull his arm to walk together...

dream 2 - WILD. I get up from my bed and summon spider web that attaches to Katsuno. It's first stretched thru the wall, so I open the window and follow it. But the web's attached to a big, dark, ufo-like space ship that resembles something from like Starcraft (I think). it is really detail, but I've never seen it before so I dont recall all details of it. I detach the web from my wrist, and observe the ufo. it comes down on the ground. it's not big at all; almost same as car's size.. I think it's dangerous so I transform into my dream battle character Tyon and jump on the wall, standing steadily. there's a small square mirror on the wall; I look at my aspect: my uniform is Tyon's, but my face is still me. so I turn my head and imagine Tyon's face. when I looked back at the mirror, I have a tiger's face
anyway I land on the ground and nudge the ufo. it has something like a small gate, so I open it to see what's inside. then these small digimon-like purple small monsters come out, with evil giggling. I beat them up.

dream 3 - did WILD again and summon really thick spider web, but wake up immediately.

dream 4 - I am in a house trying to rent it. the owner of the house is a small girl..

Good morning, everybody. Happy holidays!

Dream #1

I was reading a book (???). The book at least claimed to be historical. It was about a group of kids who had paranormal powers.

But the government was somehow involved with the kids. And right after the kids had any paranormal experiences, the government would come brainwash the kids. The kids would be programmed to believe that their experiences had only been dreams. Sometimes the memory of the experiences also had to be distorted, to seem more dream-like.

I now had an image in my head. Six or so glowing, yellow spheres were all gathered in a line in a small space, like peas in a pod. All the area surrounding the peapod was black.

(I think this last image probably comes from the Christmas Google doodle.)

Dream #2

I was at my family's house, unwrapping Christmas presents. I sat on the floor. My mom sat before me and to my right. My oldest nephew sat before me, about a meter and a half away from me. Everybody else was wandering all around the house.

All the wrapping on the presents was white. There was also white tissue-paper padding a lot of the Christmas present packages. Pretty soon, in the space between my nephew, my mom, and me, there was a whole bunch of white paper piled up.

I figured I should probably work on getting some of this stuff cleaned up before everything got so messy that we couldn't get a handle on it. So I stood up and looked for a trash bag to put all the paper in.

I asked my nephew if he had any more garbage bags left. He said something like, yes, he had a whole bunch left. He handed me one. For some reason, I may have walked away from my nephew and my mom, as if I were going to start cleaning up at some other end of the room.

But as I was walking away, I realized that my asking for garbage bags was the first thing I'd said to my nephew in the entire time I'd been home for the holidays! I felt terrible. I wondered how I could have been so thoughtless. I was trying to think of a way that I could show my nephew how much I loved him.

Dec.22, Thursday. B-100 7pm, bed 2am.

DR1 - my former classmate M.H.
DR2 - Big museum like mansion, Family from LB likes to overnight there. I'm suppose to take one kid by my car to this place to sleep over. I don't like to be there, place is haunted. I talk to this friendly spirit and I'm not so scared anymore.

DR3 - I'm traveling on a blimp with my mom to Finland. The front and left side has huge windows with metal frame forming a grid. I look closer out the window - we are flying over bautifull icebergs. Sunlit place reminds me of Baltic sea when traveling IWL from Poland over Scandinavia and Greenland. The seats are in U shape, light brown colored wood. I sit next to a guy. Another guy sits on my next side and they start talking to each other, while blocking my view and squishing me. I say 'excuse me", but they are ignoring it. So I lean forward to get some space and I feel how they are leaning on my back with their elbows, making my spine pop up and down like an empty soda can. It hurts and I yell at them.

Friday, Dec.23, 2011. No supplements, bed 1 am.

DR ar 6:20 am
Some kind of a retreat/school for LDing.

DR later on
Im walking on a berm with some kids. Looks like NZ. It's fall. We see some dry tree branches on the ground. I notice bunch of snakes hidind there and show them to kids. One snake comes up to us and is slidering around the girl. She is laughing, but I'm worried.

We turn to go home, but after a while I realize, I put down my DJ somewhere on the ground when we sopped and forgot it there. We had to turn around and walk back. We came to a train station and we hop on a train that's only being repositioned on the tracks, but I hope it will take us closer to place where I left my DJ. Train goes the wrong way, we hop off and I finally see where we need to go. There is an obsticle between us, but we make it over.

Thebeastofold's Dream


Hill/mountain full of people, unfinished garage...


I almost had an OBE last night, i felt tingling in my hands, arms, shoulders, but thats as far as i got......when i finally fell asleep...

I was standing at the bottom of a huge steep hill/mountain, there were people standing and sitting on the hill everywhere all the way up..i started climbing at the behest of someone that was at my side the whole dream but couldnt see him..he said lets go, and i started climbing the hill, i slid back to the bottom on one foot for no apparent reason, then made it to the top...there was a huge unfinished garage at the top that covered the entire top of the mountain/hill...i was standing on the right side of the garage between/hanging onto the wall studs...and my fahter was in the garage and i kept trying to guess what was in each of the multitude of boxes in the garage...dont remember anything after that...


i had a multitude of dream fragments, i dont remember any but one...i was standing or floating somewhere where everything was white..there were no discernable walls or anything, and i kept calling out "katsuno! windhover! mischiefmanaged!" over and over....very brief fragment...

12/24/11

NON-LUCID

Dream 1:

I was going all OVER the place in this dream. First I’m teleporting to random areas with my laundry basket. I literally went inside of it and was sucked into a mini-black hole that sent me to another dimension or something.





I was looking for a few items, and people wanted to know why, and I said random excuses like “because I’m actually stronger, and I don’t want to hurt people,” just things that made people shut up (but in a nice way before I started berating them).

Then I’m in fancy looking office that is HUGE. It was SO spacious! The overall setting had a woodish brown to it, with light gray tile on the floor.



There were random DCs, most of them were adults. One was this woman who looked like the principal of Cypress Lakes High School (I won’t say her name for obvious reasons). I was going on in some wild rage that people don’t accept this area I’m in as normal.

And the same DC I mentioned before was like “Yeah!” and looked like she wanted to fist-pump the air.

Then I meet another DC who looked like a total MILF (mother I like to be friend-zoned with hahahaha)

I think she had dark brown hair, or maybe she had a dirty blonde hair to it. She was wearing this fancy outfit that made her look like a CEO or high ranking employee.



It was a white dress shirt covered with a black top and black shirt. It really made her figure pop out (at least that’s what I want to believe). I go to this desk with small fliers and brochures in various colors.

Then the same lady who looks like a MILF hands me a brochure.

(You know those people by the entrance of a store like Wal-Mart, Krogers, Randalls, etc.? And how that if you come within a 5 feet radius, they’re start spamming shit at you like “Buy our product to help save the X amount of kids without a Rubix cube in their lives.”)

(This is when you try to go to the other side, or go through the door you have to OPEN yourself instead of going through the automatic doors to avoid the an awkward

Yeah it was like that moment, but she still caught up to me and handed a flier. (Now that I think about it, she was trying to communicate with me, but no, I was too hyped up with the phenomenon I explained before with people like that)

She even smiled and told me, “I’m sorry.” (Wait, if you’re sorry, why would you give me the flier? Maybe you really are trying to tell me something? Most likely, but with my socially inept façade, I was too stupid to realize that)

That’s all I remember for that dream.

Dream 2:

I don’t know if this was a separate dream from the last, but it had the setting of the last one. I was going to sit at an eating area of this huge and spacious place.

There were quite a few DCs, enough to start hearing the echoing of many voices (and yet when you look at people, you don’t really see them talking that much, isn’t that weird that there’s so much noise building up in a place that’s busy, but people are like “DERP….pause HERP…pause, instead of like “yapyapyyapyapyapypaypaypapyap to match the sudden influx of voices?)



Anyway, while I was sitting down, I think I see a flashing image of my High School Crush sitting down on black chair with a black table outside. It was like a photo, and it looked like she was outside because I could see trees or a blur of green in the background of the picture.



Then there were random pictures above and below it, like it was some film that was going to roll constantly. Then I realize this person in a black and yellow letterman jacket who looks like he’s Black took one of those sacky backpacks (whatever you call them) away from me. I didn’t recall having one before, but it looked like it was mine.





Since the place was crowded, I couldn’t just run up to him, I had to slide through DCs and I finally catch up to him and poke him on the shoulder.



I asked him kindly if he can give me my backpack back. He did one of those motions where he looked like he was going to punch me in the face, but I just felt his hand on my chin. He continued to move on without turning back.

I continue to follow him, but the dream ends from there.

(I almost thought I would experience this moment, and I would be the innocent guy turned evil...and I'm African American, well mixed, but whatever).

I had pretty cool dreams last night, but unfortunately they don't seem like they could've been shared.

Cay's Dreams
Dream 1
This one was non-lucid. It was like I was playing a video game, with a heads-up display, but with a physical body. There was a compass in the lower left-hand corner, with "12/25" in the center, and on each point a different gruesome orc face with a red progress bar under it, like I had to kill so many of each type. I don't know how I could ever have managed to kill twelve of those things, because it took what felt like a half hour to slay one. It didn't even have a weapon, but every time one of its punches made contact it sent me flying. I managed to block and even parry a few times, learning to predict the orc's movements. I feel like, even though I wasn't lucid, I learned a bit about wielding my warhammer.

Dream 2
The earliest thing I remember is being next to my friend B.C. next to a shelf covered with hanging breastplates, kneepads, goggles, red jumpsuits and various other bits of armor/skating/skiing equipment. "So...I'm gonna need some armor," he said. "Uh, here, take this..." I pulled off one of the breastplates and a pair of kneepads, then found one of the red jumpsuits in his approximate size, and handed it to him. D.M. showed up beside me, followed by S.G. and a string of other people from school. I handed out a set of protective equipment to every one of them. Most of the goggles were red-tinted so dark that you could hardly see out of them, so I avoided handing them out. I noticed that they were all carrying what looked like a hybrid between a handgun and a Star Trek phaser. I eventually gathered from the chatter that it was some sort of dream game- they were going to pass through a portal into the course, and it was a sort of last-man-standing sort of thing, everybody against each other. This did not make me lucid. Even though I had the sense that I was one of the organizers and not eligible for play, I picked out my own equipment just the same and followed them to what seemed like a grocery, with a glowing blue light (the portal) in the center. The course was supposedly vast, and one had to choose one's supplies wisely, because your game-dream body would become injured, exhausted or depleted the same as your physical one. You got one standard backpack full for the game, which would last one week. I picked out my supplies- I still didn't know if I was eligible for play, but I thought I might go along as a sort of guide if that was allowed. I was wary of the whole thing, my friends being pitted against each other in good fun. I woke up as I was making a silly intercom announcement that seemed all too necessary- a can opener is required to open canned food.

Dream 3
I was in the car with my sister, who was driving. Someone pulled up behind us in a blue sports car. They honked and hooted, but I realized the driver was someone I hate, so I instructed my sister to ignore them. She became nervous when they stayed behind us after a turn and slammed on the gas- in the dream, I was under the impression that she'd gotten her license and I hadn't, but in reality neither of us have- and we were speeding along a potholed country road. "Whoa, whoa, slow down, it's not like they'll follow us all the way to Aunt J's!" I was beginning to get a little nervous myself though, and when they shadowed us on the last turnoff before her driveway, I told my sister to try to lose them. They were disgusting, creepy people, and though I wasn't aware of any situation where they'd attacked defenseless teenage girls before, I wouldn't put it past them. When we pulled into the driveway, my heart sank when I realized no one was home. I ran to the front door and she to the back. It would be my dream luck that my door wouldn't lock. I grabbed my sister by the wrist and pulled her into my cousin's closet. The closet doors wouldn't close all the way, and we huddled staring at the crack between them.
"What do you think you're doing?"
The voice belonged to neither of the people from earlier. Two male hands pulled the closet doors apart. I can best describe the person behind them as looking like the guy in this video wearing the shirt that says "FRACK ME", only in Ray-Bans, a beanie and a checkered scarf. Old 97&#39;s - Dance With Me - YouTube At this point I got lucid. He offered me his hand and I gave him the one I wasn't doing a reality check with. "Who are you?" "Just someone sent here to help you with your little dry-spell problem." I was halfway between telling him off for that scary situation before that I somehow sensed was his doing, and hugging him. He bent and put a DVD into the player. A list of what looked like coordinates came up. He touched the screen over one set, and a window popped up. "This program'll teach you how to enter your holographic forms." I started to ask him what 'holographic forms' meant, when I got sidetracked by the fact that he'd used the plural 'forms' even though I was now the only other person in the room. I came up with another question, "Can you help me with my dream control?" "No, that's not my field of expertise. You've got a guy coming for that. What's going on with this..?!" he banged his fist on the television screen, which had gone white. I studied him. At length, I asked what seemed like the most important question. "What can you tell me about...shared dreaming?" His expression was one of, well, horror.
"Oh, no. No no no no no. You will NOT. No-" "YES!" I interjected, getting annoyed. "Tell me what you know!" He responded by opening the door, doing a little bow, and stomping out. I woke up.

DJ Log: December 24, 2011 – 8:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I wake up at my friend’s house and grab my laptop from the floor. Quickly, I open Writer and start to log the last couple of dreams. I get the rough entries typed in, then drop the laptop on the floor and go back to sleep.

I wake up and pick up the laptop to check the entries, and there is nothing there. I scratch my head for a moment, then open writer and check for recent files. There are none in the list. There are no auto-save files in the usual spot. I open my differencing disk application and there were no file changes at all this morning. After a “WTF” moment, I open writer and log these dreams.

DJ Log: December 24, 2011 – 6:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am in a Wal-Mart with a friend of mine, shopping for tires and some other auto parts. My friend is in the cart, and I’m pushing him around. We pick up a couple bottles of oil, and then I push the cart down the main pathway past the tire aisle. As I prepare to turn into the tire aisle, I see someone in the aisle that I don’t care to talk to. I skip the aisle and go over by the floor mats to wait for him to leave.

I waste several minutes, and then I walk through a couple of other aisles and see if he is still there. As soon as I pop around the corner, he looks over and sees me, then approaches. I turn around and look at a display end cap that has lug wrenches and other tools on it. He walks up as I pick up a large tire iron, shoot him a nasty look, then turn and walk away. He turns around and goes off somewhere else in the store.