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The Fire Alarm

I had a Slushy in my hands, I was between one store and JCPenny's. I was with my Brother Alex, Sister Cassie and my other Sister Demera who was sitting on top of a table.
She pulls the Fire Alarm that was next to her, "Should you have done that?" I ask. My brother says "No one would notice, come on we got to go. Mom's waiting."
I walked calmly as the Fire Alarm rang, but then everyone started running as if they were scared. I go down the stairs and all of the sudden I'm at my Middle School. As I walk down the stairs this girl sprays my shoes with something and cleans it for me, I thanked her.
I went out the doors of the school, the parking lot looked like my High School's parking lot.
My Mom was driving a rented pick up truck, everyone got in the truck except me. I just stood in the parking lot calling her name waving at her. She then notices me, crashes into a bus and I get in.
We were in the parking lot still, I remember this dude with a big head in the middle of where we were trying to go. My mom says "Do you think he's disabled?" then we just drive straight through him. I saw some other orange and white pick up trucks like the one Mom rented.
Once I was home, I lied down in bed. I was looking at some creepy videos, one where this alien was on this dude's dashboard while driving it was trying to say something. Then, there was a Ship that everytime you look at it, it changes apperance. Even if you blink.
I was spooked, I think to myself "should I have watched this before going to sleep?".
The dream I had in this dream was about a Giant Spider and me getting crushed by it.

Throwing Up

Me and my friends saw something at school that disgusted us, first my friend Adnan threw up, then some random dream character friend threw up and I started to but mine wasn't small like their's it was going to be big. So I ran to the nearest bathroom, and threw up. BLOOD. Yeah, I threw up blood and spit some out in the sink.
The Nurse tell's me to say ahh, I do so. She then says "Your breath is fowl."
I reply "I just threw up."

More School Dreams? I guess I don't like school. I remembered again and hopefully I can keep this streak of remembering.

I was trying to get a hold of my friend Beery since we had plans to go get pizza with Jon but it was already much later than we planned to meet but he didn't answer his phone. Jon showed up at some point and asked where Beery was and I told him I wasn't able to get a hold of him yet. I call him again and he answers, for some reason he is staying at my aunts and I can also barely hear him on the phone. He tells me he's not sure if he wants to come yet, that he's feeling pretty crappy. I give Jon the update on the situation. The house we are in is actually one I don't recognize. I walk into the kitchen and there is Beery talking to an attractive girl with a full ass, so just Beery's type. I say hi and probably something else, but I don't recall now. Beery says I've sort of got bad timing at the moment, the two are close and his hand is on her ass, so I go find somewhere else to be and assume the meet up for pizza is off and am kind of annoyed since we had plans, but given the hot girl he's inexplicably gotten close with I decide to let it go. In another kitchen or maybe a dining room I find some other people eating pizza, I join them to grab a slice but all the good pizza was gone, the only thing left was this sauce-less pizza with some odd cheese. At some point I find myself at a field with a young boy (maybe 8), he may have been alone or maybe my brother was also there. He is talking about his powers, that he can do a sort of force push or shove. I say that's pretty cool and ask him to show me. I say try pushing me back 3 feet with it and try not to knock me over. He runs at and I put my right side to him since I was startled and didn't expect him to run at me. I'm push back maybe 1 foot and it felt like the blood was forced out of right arm as I was pushed back by a sort of force field. He had sort of described his powers wrong since it was more of a barrier power that he was just turning on and running with. A younger girl (about 4 or 5 maybe that I assume to be his sister) appears out of no where, but I saw her do it, she literally seemed to come from no where. She had either teleported in or had been invisible. I'm pretty sure she had been invisible. I tell her that "you two really shouldn't be going around telling everyone about these powers." It could be dangerous.

Morning of August 18, 2016. Thursday.



In the first part of one scene, I am at our present home and near our front door. It seems we have at least one (unknown) female visitor but she is talking with my wife Zsuzsanna in the dining room (which we use as the main bedroom). For some reason, our front door is open and I am looking outside while standing in the doorway. It seems to be early afternoon.

I am eating some delicious snacks of a strong bittersweet flavor, eating at least a dozen of them without paying much attention to their appearance. They go down my throat, each being swallowed whole. Finally, upon looking at them, I notice that they are like miniature shish kebabs, though the implied stick is also edible and sweet. On the end of each is a large and shiny red carpenter ant head with black mandibles. This gives me pause even though I had been enjoying these snacks (and I briefly vaguely wonder if eating their heads as such could be dangerous). I realize that the ant head goes down first, and I had been properly consuming them as such, but now, as I think about it more clearly, I am not so sure I will continue to eat them, at least for now.

In another sequence, I am looking over at (old neighbor in Cubitis) Harold’s orange grove area (even though the house I am observing this from seems to be a minor variation of our present home). It seems to be late morning. The weeds are very high, nearly at chest level. I feel slightly guilty for not having mowed the area (which has no orange trees in this scene) yet do not even consider that his area is not my responsibility anyway. Soon however, two of his workers come over and start cleaning the area. They are dressed like sheiks (even though I sense one is East Indian and had worked as a cab driver recently). I still feel slightly guilty at their difficulty in trimming the plants. However, it soon is seen that what I first thought were weeds are two beautiful trapezoidal sections of tall flowering plants, forming two somewhat large hedge-like features. It now seems to be an amazing regrowth of what was intended years ago to be as beautiful as it is now. Still, the unknown male continues to work at it, cutting small sections at the bottom. He brings his gardening shears near the top but the areas near the blossoms are impossible to cut for whatever reason - in fact, it almost breaks his shears. He stops and studies the tops of the plants. He then informs Harold’s wife (who instead appears as Diane K for an unknown reason) and tells her that the plants are producing fruit, which seem very valuable. This does not seem to matter as Diane tells him that everything must be cut down as that is what Harold had said, though she seems upset about it and refers to him as a “posturing curmudgeon”. I feel very annoyed that the fruit will be wasted as well as soon missing out on the beauty of the red and white prolific flowers.

Eventually, the setting changes very illogically. I am still seemingly at our present address, but the roof seems to be missing and the orientation still partly reflects Cubitis. Looking to the north, I see what resembles the Rose Street building. It seems to be nighttime though still somehow light enough to see at a distance. On the roof is “Diane” (still apparently playing the role of Harold’s wife) though she now seems to be Karen’s mother instead. I wonder if she sees me and recognizes me. She does not wave or make any indication as such. My two youngest sons are in the house, more to the north. The house seems to be open to outside on that end. I am still aware of her annoyance at Harold having the plants cut down, but when I look out, I notice two smaller beautiful hedge-like areas and it now seems daytime again.

Turning about, the setting shifts yet again and it is now late at night again. I now “understand” even after having gazed at the shorter hedge-like flower sections in his yard, there are now only two mats in that spot (which somehow now is a much smaller area) with shorter grass growing in parts in a somewhat random pattern. I also see light-colored sand in random patches, mostly on the mats, which is also somehow the remains of flowers. This is in the area of the kitchen on his side as apparently we share the residence. I view the scene from our (my family’s) side of the kitchen. I do not question the plants having been growing out of the wooden floor and also growing from the mats. The kitchen is fully enclosed and no part of the house is fully open to outside as it was minutes ago.

Soon, I need to use the bathroom and it is late afternoon again. I go into a (fictional) room (which would be implied to be between our two son’s rooms in layout) where it looks as if the toilet had somehow been slid across the floor and turned perpendicularly to where it had been. There is a decorated Christmas tree to its left and the room looks more like a lounge room overall. Looking down, I see there is hardly any water in the bowl and there is also a transparent plastic wrapper in it. I decide to use the “other” toilet.

The other toilet is in our actual lounge room and faces east though is in a corner (northwest) that is implied to be our bathroom. At first, it seems fine (and it also is now a few hours earlier than it was moments ago), though I eventually realize the curtains are open on two sides and I hear the rest of my family returning home from their outing. I am annoyed (in realizing how open the “bathroom” is) but get up to close the two curtain sections. Still, I then see there is nothing there at all, the area being completely open on two sides with no curtains after all (implied entry point and the right side) and the time shifts to where it is even earlier (close to morning), so I decide to wake up and use our real bathroom (though it is not that common for a dream to be based on needing to get up and use the bathroom), which I immediately recall is not problematic as the ones in my dream had been.

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It is curious how many bizarre scene shifts and impossible time shifts there were and I did not question any of them, especially the house not having a roof and being completely open on one side or time jumping backwards a couple times, though both aspects are quite common in dreams.

Non-lucid: I was in a college w/ Melissa McCarthy. We were in an around the world culinary contest. In which one guy tried to cheat & we were very disappointed w/ him. I woke up before it was over due to my wbtb alarm.

I tried to go back to sleep but my phone was blowing up. The A/C guys were back to try & fix the new leak in our new A/C. It's evening now & it's acting stupid again already! I'm really getting tired of dealing w/ this shit. It's brand fucking new! Sigh.


Non-Lucid-Green
Lucid-Red
Explanation of details-Blue
Side Notes-Purple
Astral Projection/AP/OOB-Brown

I make my way onto an unfamilar tennis court to talk to an instructor I knew from band (he's wearing a sun hat). I'm about to talk about the Bluecoats 2013 line when a confident-looking blonde guy about 10 feet away (wearing a Bluecoats uniform) loudly proclaims "Blue Kinghts" (seemingly to me and the instructor rather than the air). I am somewhat taken aback as I was in the middle of a sentence.

I'm with some DC I feel like I know (although he is unfamilar) and he is introducing me to 2 trainers. We are outside the aerobics room of a gym I know except that the room is somehow now racquetball courts. They set up an appointment for me for the next day late in the morning (time not remembered). Then things somehow change and it is changed to 6PM (it is 5 something PM currently). All the while I am standing there in a short latex-white swimsuit with a towel and have a feeling of "hurry it up please". realizing I have little time to do my swim (I got tired of swimming IWL?) I walk briskly over to the pool. Can't remember if I took the senseless long way or the logical way but I end up at one of the last two lanes (I believe the second-to-last). I jump in (dive would imply practiced grace) and for some reason decide to swim near the bottom (deeper than IWL). I am somewhat frightened for a bit as gravity keeps me down once I try to come up. I fight and eventually win. The swim is a blank until the end when some people outside the pool are messing with me and either throwing on the pool cover or messing with the laneline. I believe it was the laneline but later it is separated so I am confused. Near its separation, it is slightly tangled and two people mess with it on each end. I did not look who was near me but at the far side is the percussion caption head from band. I remember thinking something like "figure it out" a few seconds before the line is divided. I get out of the pool and note that it is nearly 6. I rush over to my plastic plate dinner of spicy cornbread (?) and chicken but then notice it is a few minutes after 6 (although it has been seconds). I rush through part of the corn bread (most of the meal) and don't touch the chicken. I wake up later.

Fragment 1: I'm in the RV with Grandpa and a few other family members. As Grandpa drives down the driveway and out of the gate, I say something to him and the RV starts to tilt horribly to the right. I freak out at first, but it just keeps tilting and finally hits the ground on it's side.

Fragment 2: I'm waiting at Grandma's gate with Julie. It's dark outside. A man is walking down the driveway to us. Once he get to us he puts the unlocked lock on the fence and attaches a large camera right next to the lock. I ask him about the camera but he doesn't answer. I already know that it belongs to Grandpa.

Fragment 3: I dreamed about a school. High school.

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Lights Out

Lights went out all across the world and, it would be good to stay with friends and family, not to wonder off. If you wonder off you could get killed by a monster.

More School Dreams

My Junior year is just around the corner, of course I'm gonna get School Dreams.
I was at school in World Studies, the bell was about to ring but me, my friend Alec and a few others just ditched class.
Then, I walk into a classroom where I have to get Paper. I remember the Freshmen looking at me, I was kind of nervous. I look through a bunch of papers to see if there is any Blank's. I couldn't find any over there so I just dropped the papers, the papers didn't look organized now. I looked in another which were test papers, I saw lots of papers with my name on it, I was thinking I could write on the back of one of these.

But when I turned it around there was stuff written on the back. I go ask the teacher to see if she has any lined paper, she says no.

I'm back in World Studies, everything looks different as if it was a movie that just got rebooted. On the projector screen there was a song, it was kind of stupid. So I lie my head on the table, the song was about lucid dreaming. I was gonna goto sleep so I can Lucid Dream. Hmm...well I'm stupid. I remember waking up in real life, I couldn't feel my hands, I was tired so I would go back to sleep. But I got acid reflux and, I was uncomfortable so I had to get up.

I actually remembered this dream! That's nice, hopefully I remember again tomorrow. You know if I hear anything about Lucid Dreaming from somewhere like TV, Friends, Family, School you know I should reality check next time.

Morning of August 17, 2016. Wednesday.



My wife Zsuzsanna and I seem to be much younger, perhaps both in our twenties, seemingly about the same age. My dream starts (or at least becomes viably discernible) at a point where we are walking out from the Cubitis carport (a common induction point in my childhood and teenage years) about an hour or two before dawn.

We are headed out to the highway area just beyond the big front yard (the original Highway Seventeen) for some reason. I notice that the area is different. Instead of a culvert, the land is elevated about eight feet above the highway (which is an intriguing variation I had never dreamt of before). I notice a few wastebaskets just off the highway, of various sizes and colors, which I consider as belonging to neighbors. I also get the impression that people sometimes sit in the area on the wayside below as an act of socialization.

Zsuzsanna goes north to the area near where Harold’s orange grove started. There is an unusual large light-colored tree growing through a recess (or circular “notch”) in the embankment with its west side open (and facing the highway). Most of the branches (at least those in view) look as if they had been cut off about a foot or so from the trunk. Some of the exposed roots seem to be nearly at the height of the embankment (extending into the recess only) even though the trunk also properly extends from the ground below just off the highway. I do not question this highly unlikely and illogical feature. There is no traffic on the highway during the length of my dream.

After a short time, even though I have no lucidity, I will a television to appear. It is a widescreen television similar to our real one and it faces the house. I tell Zsuzsanna to “watch this” as I manipulate its placement without touching it, using telekinesis to slide it a bit more north. (At no point is anything discernible or considered to be more north of the tree.) There is a sense of puzzlement where I consider that the embankment may have a slope from the ground level below that is horizontally deeper in near the bottom, and if this is the case, there may be people there though unseen, though this does not seem to be the case after a time. I cause the television to float in the air a few times, just past the edge of the embankment, as I contemplate what to do with it.

I eventually start moving my hands in both a vertically and horizontally increasing span (moving my arms about slowly in an arc) as if indicating that the television is getting larger both in its width and height. This actually works and I am amused as I cheerfully ask Zsuzsanna “how is this?” It becomes very large, nearly as big as a movie theater screen (though with the black surface of a television), several times its original size. The detail seems flawless in how it slides and becomes larger, vaguely reminiscent of shutters opening (though not directly rendered as such, though I do get an association of parts of it flopping out from the side as it evenly grows larger though not as if by original design). My dream becomes more and more vivid as I go closer to the tree and the edge of the embankment and I sit down to the left of the tree (south side). It is the only tree visible in the area.

Zsuzsanna starts climbing the tree, but only near embankment height, and she mostly only circles around it, sitting on a truncated (seemingly evenly sawed-off) branch a couple times, while facing the tree. Still, I am concerned that she could slip or fall and I tell her to be careful as I would not want anything to happen. I then use telekinesis to start causing dirt to fill in the recess that the tree is adjacent to, but decide to stop after a short time even though the completion would cause the area to be more stable to walk on (though this is not really logical as in reality there would still be less dirt overall in the area, although there is a sense that I may be creating it as I also mentally move it). Zsuzsanna seems very happy and deriving pleasure from moving about the tree’s circumference (while staying mostly at the embankment height, going neither up or down). I feel a sensual attraction to her as she sits on the truncated branch facing the tree, the scene being somewhat erotic.

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Since 1968, Highway Seventeen (the original name as the stretch is now called Northeast Cubitis Avenue), when featuring as the main setting of a dream (especially in the final segment) causes an absolutely amazing heightened sense of clarity and extremely clear “realistic” detail and vividness. I suspect at least two possible reasons for this. A highway often seems symbolic of the strongest link between dream self and more discernible increasingly active consciousness. I also spent a lot of time (during a period of about eight years) waiting on the wayside for the school bus (as well as getting off there in the afternoon), and so these two factors also can combine to validate this as an augmented liminal space and “arriving home” (waking up) scenario. The fact that I non-lucidly create and manipulate the television (which usually represents a dream within a dream though in contrast also a link to the external real environment) seems to be a very intriguing non-lucid practice of dream manipulation (though many dreams throughout my life, I as my dream-self have also manipulated non-lucidly solely by pretense and nearly subliminal expectation, though this does not always work, as with my recent “Robot Help” dream as an example). Additionally, the television expanding and growing larger is also analogous to my dream becoming more vivid.

Tonight I had non-lucid dreams but not much recall. Of course I didn't try to force it because I needed rest more than I needed dreams.

I was in two groups of people I knew/know. I believe first I was with a small group of people I knew from rowing. We were lined up near a line of EZ-ups near a lake. Although I believe there was a dropoff to a lower level and then the water level. I recall a feeling of dread. I spaced out and noticed the people near me were holding some sort of pose that seemed to be a core exercise. Noticing I was the only one not doing it I assumed the pose. Blank. I'm in some library (a building that was nearby us) that is large. I seem to remember all the bookcases being about neck-high but the ceiling going up very far. I was running around and felt some relief from the dread I had felt earlier even though I am aware that the same people are in the same building.

Blank.

I am at band rehearsal as an instructor. Except the group is small and practice is in the middle of an intersection I am very familar with. The director was there except I did not notice him until he spoke to me following my joking harassment of another instructor. He says I messed around with the snares a lot last year. Sudden transition/blank. The same group of people is in the yard of my dad's house at the edge of the lawn. Little is remembered. Then I am in a group with the percussion section a bit further out in the center of the lawn. I recognize another instructor I have seen often IWL and the caption head (although briefingly but I remember him less). I remember hearing about drama and either thinking or saying "All you innocent high schoolers". I believe that was the wording. Next I recall a feeling of isolation listening to them laugh. I become somber and immediately think to myself (exact wording) "I think too much and read the wrong books". Around then the instructor references a book about black magic that I cannot remember if I mentioned IWL.

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Chain of Memories

I was at Castle Oblivion from Kingdom Hearts, looks like the picture above but is more colorful with red curtains and some other colors. I believe I was Sora or someone, I remember a woman A.I. talking to me about this castle disrupted the flow of Space and Time. (Since the castle creates solid copies of memories)
Later in the Dream, I remember getting catapulted across a grassy terrain. And I also remember looking into my reflection, I looked like Robert Downey Jr. and I even had the ironman suit on, minus the Mask.

That's all I could remember, see you tomorrow if I can remember...does anyone have tips for dream memory? and control?

2016-08-15

Dream #8

I'm walking through what is supposedly a school building (does not exist IRL) and get to an area of grass about 5 metres long and 10 metres wide. There is a road to the left and a road to the front. I walk up to a pedestrian crossing on the second road. There are more buildings on the other side. Someone is with me. A teacher is carrying an improbably tall (1m) stack of books. I split the stack between the three of us and we cross the road. There are no cars.

Dream #9

I was travelling somewhere, possibly a long distance over land, possibly in a bus. I arrive from the "south" with a large group of other people in an area with a few buildings. There is a central road running through it to the "north" to a shallow sea, with a lighthouse at the end. There is a bay to the east of the lighthouse. We are standing on this road, east of a statue in the middle of it. This might not be where we were originally going. Something strange has happened - all the people are gone, but everything else appears largely intact. Everyone universally decides that the world is ending and we need to survive.

I pick out a group of people and start moving north, but everyone else follows us. I decide that we need to stay away from everyone else to survive, so we arrive at another statue, hide behind it to its northeast, then I send one of my group, a friend I know IRL, into the thick forest to the east. By this time the group following us is quite large, and nobody notices him leaving. I was planning to join him there immediately but decide I'll go there later.

We continue moving down the road, looting supplies, then go along the edge of the bay. The bay is almost a full circle, and is only connected to the sea by a narrow channel near the lighthouse. There are very few buildings here. This is in an unfamiliar country, possibly Greece. We are mostly looting small electronics, and don't seem to care about food or other survival supplies even though we expect to stay here for a long time. At the end of the bay, someone finds a wallet with a 2 euro receipt and a local SIM card in it, and I tell him to check if there is mobile coverage. I tell him that he can use the backup phone in my backpack for this, but only if he can't find another one to use.

The perspective abruptly switches to third-person, following a ghost. The ghost is indoors, at a swimming pool, haunting someone she had known before she died.

Perspective switches back to first person. I am standing southwest of the lighthouse, looking southwest. A car arrives from the south onto the beach and I explain the situation. Then I look east. Somehow, possibly as a result of the ghost's appearance, a voice tells everyone in the area that they will be returned from it, with whatever loot they are carrying at the moment. The voice represents whoever is responsible for the whole incident. I am disappointed by the fact that this is ending. I wake up.

I'm walking around a school. It very similar to my elementary school, but it's obviously high school. As I walk around I enter a large circular room with a giant staircase down the middle. I notice the the whole room is really full of people. The walls are glass windows. I walk up to the walls and look outside. I notice that we are very high up like in a sky scraper, but I feel like we're actually moving, as if in a dirigible. While still staying close to the windows, I walk around the room, heading towards the stairs. When I get to them I see A very tall, white man walking down them. I get nervous and shrink away from him a bit. I immediately walk past the stairs, hoping he doesn't see me. I look back to make sure he's gone. Once I'm sure he's gone, I feel better and go close to the windows again. I sit down next to two girls who I'm friends with. I smile and they smile back and say hi. Then they turn back to each other and start to make out. It doesn't bother me at first, but then I start to get annoyed. I feel envious and think that I should have someone to kiss as well. Without saying anything, I get up and walk up to the windows. I look up and see a large rope for blinds. I grab it and try to pull the blinds down. But for some reason they won't stay down. I freak out a little bit because I know if I let go of the rope the blinds will fly all the way up and I don't want that. A guy suddenly walks up and offers to help me. I smile gratefully and he takes the rope and pulls the blinds down. I walk away from him as he does that. I feel like I need to find someone.

This pisses me off but literally all I can remember is that I dreamed about Lee Minwoo. That's it. *sighs*

The beginnings of this dream are quite simple. I was at the T house and many of my friends were there. Kira from grade 8 and Justin May but showed up, what a strange group it was. After hanging for a while the season changed to winter, so we all started skiing. I am at the front of the group ripping it down Holimont. This is one of the most vivid dreams I've ever had. Justin May is bragging about how good a a skiier he is and how these are not the alps. I can feel that my skiis need a waxing, and the hills are properly contoured causing me to have an uneven ride. I see some kids doing pizza skis down the hill and wipe out while watching them. My friends all rip on me for falling and continue on. I fall again later and lose them, so I just have fun on my own on the hill. This is the first time in my life I've skied without the boots hurting my feet, and I didn't even become lucid enough to enjoy it. At the bottom of the hill I was with Aidan and some guy I don't know and we tried to fit on a chairlift that was way too small for two to sit even though it had three seats. I sat in the chair behind and we headed up.

Suddenly I'm driving the Steam Machine. I arrive at a small cafe and get out to read a book. The book is the Millionaire Fastlane, but it is printed in a Malcolm Gladwell book cover. I am reading it in peace on this little patio in the rain, when suddenly Tai Lopez is there. This is now the strongest detail I can recall since the dream I had about the skatepark. People are coming up to Tai every 2 minutes and asking him about advice, telling him how much they love him. I just sit there and read my book, knowing there's no point in talking to him as he'll just give a default answer or a 'thank you'. Some rich kid comes up and puts his arms all over my chair to look casual and starts talking to Tai about being rich and having nice clothes. Tai is courteous but doesn't give a shit, and then everyone leaves. I'm enjoying the rain, the pitter patter, and the book which I cannot read but can derive meaning from.

"That's a great book."

I look up and Tai is still chilling. I smile and say it surely is. I say how much I love the title, it's so smart to call it something like that and he laughs. We have some more little smalltalk before he asks me if I have any questions for him. I say not really, he speaks quite a lot and now is the time to relax. After that though I do ask him how he manages sleep. I say that he must only get 5 hours, and he says that you simply manage, once you're in it you're in it and you won't die. Try to grab naps if you can and if you can't just work anyway. Now he can get as much sleep as he wants every day, because of that small sacrifice in the beginning.

We chatted about some more things, and then at the end of the day we both got on a bus into the city. I realized after a few blocks that I left the Steam Machine at the cafe, and had to get off. I walked off into the rain alone, reflecting on my time with Tai. Somewhere lost in the grey fog of the afternoon showers I refound my consciousness.