non-lucid

I was in a museum with group of classmates. There was a swing standing close to some kind of a statue. We all sat on the swing. It was made of wood and chains. I climbed up the wooden construction, and just sat on it. After a while a security officer appeared, and told us to go away from the statue. He looked at us again, and told that we can sit on the swing. I jumped down, and saw some money lying on the floor. I took it all, and climbed up again.

The dream scene had recently transition to a tropical forest, where these dirt bikers would ride against one another. I had been in 3rd person point of view watching the bikers leave long tire marks on the ground. I continue to do this in till I got hit out of 3rd person point of view to 1st person by one of the riders vehicle. I got knock pretty far and landed at the side of the dirt road.

I got up and I turn my head behind me to see if another rider would be approaching. The hit had allowed me to become lucid so I continue walking in till I see a rider get off their bike and jog pass me. I decided to attack the rider who was dress in all black with a black helmet. They didn't put a struggle at all and eventually turn in to what feels like paper. I flatten the rider on to the dirt road.

Once I've done this I could hear another rider approaching and what sounded to be a truck. This rider was wearing a white helmet and blue jumpsuit. I tackle the rider down but for reasons I cant remember I back off and continue walking forward. I began thinking about that trunk and when I turn head again to see what's behind me. I see a person running quickly toward me.

I look forward and could see the dream scene changing once again. The trees and sky were becoming a ceiling and the dirt road began to have tiles. My awareness was beginning to grow faint. I begin to run in till I realize I was in a store now. An old woman with a yellow shirt and green pants seem to have been staring at me. Her glasses reflected off the type of food section she was in.

After that I kept walking around passing a few people. I couldn't really find a way out in till I woke up. Lucidity Time: 1 minute

April 28, 2015

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I was back home, at my parents' house. Zukin was with me, visiting, or something. She may have lived there with me. It was a strange conglomeration of all the places I've lived, but it felt like home-home. I was in the basement, when I found a trap-door in the floor in the laundry room. I went down here and found a really interesting computer lab with state-of the art computers and private rooms and whatnot... I went upstairs to tell Zukin about it, and she followed me down the hole to the secret rooms. We were both so impressed and excited that we went back upstairs and got a bunch of junk food and pop to take back down with us. We spent hours playing Minecraft down there, in one of the private rooms. I was almost worried about bothering people by being here so long, but then remembered this was a secret room in my basement. There were no other people there!

We played for a long time, and then went upstairs for some air. Later, I went back to the trap door. I remember very clearly how I lowered myself through the small hole (it was small, just big enough for me to fit through) and hung from the ceiling a bit until I dropped myself to the floor in the first room. It was dank and dusty, but through a door were the computer rooms. I noticed another sort of hole through some rags, and explored this new area... to find a whole fucking store! It was an abandoned store, but all of the merchandise was still on the shelves, there was no dust, the lights were still on. It was rather beautiful. I explored this store and wondered if I could use all of the beautiful things in the store. It was an open, golden space. The lights were warm-colored, and the shelves were all about hip-height, the highest was at chest height, so I could see the whole store clearly. Things glittered and sparkled, it was so beautiful.

And then I found the old online orders. Or something. There was a binder with the records, and it said they were all online orders. They were packages that were supposed to have been sent out like 40 years ago. I sifted through them, opening some of them. I was worried at first about opening what wasn't mine, but these packages were so old... I thought about trying to find the people they were for.

I opened one of them, and it had a calendar/planner inside it. But like, it had already been used. It had belonged to a college students, and she had written so many notes and doodled all over all the pages. It was gorgeous and I had this huge sense of "omg HISTORY" rush through me. Each page had a little furry creature printed on it, and this woman had doodled the creatures doing things like catching pokemon and karate.

Also in this pile of never-sent-out packages was a pile of all the things I've ever lost. It was amazing. I found dresses I thought were long-gone, that I grew out of ages ago, and some many little things I'd lost over the years. I was so happy, and felt disappointed when I woke up because it was such a cool reality in that dream, and I missed it.

Playing a game

I was in this empty living room with two girls I can recognize IWL. They had these bags of candy with them. One of the girls wanted to be kind and give me something (probably candy, but I can't be sure.) but I was mad and didn't accept it. I walked upstairs and said I'll go back down. So I did and when I went up to the girl again I took her away from her. The strange thing is that the bag was magnetically attached to her so there was this force trying to resist me taking it. It wasn't strong enough to completely stop me though. The girl then mentioned, while she was slightly angry with me, that if I go too far the bag of candy will instantly pop back to her. There was then this circular area outlined and I avoided stepping out of it. So I very carefully managed to get upstairs. Keep in mind that the whole time that magnetic-like force kept going on. I then felt very triumphant. The scene changed into this sort of save the princess like game. The setting was the same though, a house. The princess, who was that same girl from before, was out the porch and was being held captive by this lizard monster, in some ways similar to the lizalfos from the legend of zelda skyward sword. I tried to save her but instead the characters changed. I wasn't the person saving the princess anymore and the princess was a different person as well. As well as the monster, who was this snake like creature spewing corrosive substances out of his mouth. There was also much more people around, and they seemed to be filming but me, viewing the scene from a 3rd person perspective and not being visible, never really minded them and thought it was real. The creature spewed the acid and it landed on top of the princess. I was thinking "oh no! the princess is going to die!" but she never did even after the acid came up on top of her again. The savior then slayed the beast and they sat there on the porch interacting with each other in some way.

Support

I was on the wall with other people, one of them being a friend IWL. We just recently finished a game of league of legends and wanted to do another. My friend was telling me that he wanted to support this time, which is a role in the game, and I didn't mind. We then went on to play a game.

Last night bed around 8:30 pm - 3:40 am, when I switched to sofa to WILD, but fell asleep.

Woke up at 7 am, WBTB till 7:24 when I took 3x300mgs of Alpha GPC and 1x4mgs of GM. Nothing.

DR

For some reason I'm back at the house I used to live at and same people are still living there. I see a black, cottony, foggy entity oozing out of a vent on top of the wall, just below the ceiling. I'm scared, but I walk up to it and project love while thinking and saying I love you, you are good. I hope for it to disappear. But it doesn't and I know it's because I don't really feel love for this mean entity.

I decide to leave the house immediatelly, even though I was suppose to leave tomorrow. I go outside to my car. It's late in the day, overcast, starting to rain, gonna be dark soon. I have a 200 miles road ahead of me and I don't want to drive in rain and dark. And others are telling me to stay, since they didn't see the entity for a while.

I decide to stay. Somehow I get in contact with this entity again. In order to leave others in the house alone, it proposes that it will torture me, and I agree to it. We walk through this huge house. Lots of different rooms. I like it, as I always like many rooms and doors in my dreams. We come to a room that's far enough from others and we decide to use it. He telepathically tells me what he want's to do to me. Things that would cause permanent damage. He is not playing around. So I suggest flogging, and he agrees. I'm glad I'm getting off "easy". We are about to start when someone walks in and talks to me as if nothing happend. I tell the entity to find another room.

I come to a room with a deep pool inside of it. It's rather small, only maybe 10x5 feet, but it's deep. There are kids there and one of the girls starts walking on the water. She didn't notice it's a pool and she is slowly sinking till she goes to the bottom. Another kid jumps after her and I jump after both of them because I know that kid will not be able to save her. I make effort to swim to the bottom. It's like aquarium, all sandy and pebbly. I find one kid and take him to the surface and I yell for help. I realize I'm not yelling loud enough and no matter how hard I try I'm still not loud. Again, I swim with an effort to the bottom and get the other kid to the surface.

I saw some other things on the bottom so I go and look. There are some broken child's glasses that are fixed with a tape to hold them together. And there is a square opening on the bottom of the pool that's lit up by a photograph or a picture of a girl. I know it's a picture of someone who drowned there before. Now that picture is going down that opening and I know she is at peace now.

Wasn't really scary. I liked the house with many comfortable rooms.

DR

There is some kind of a room up on the scaffolding in shape of a train container car, only much much longer. It's a store, with only front side opened, no wall, no windows, nothing on the front.

A customer asks if we have more of those blue blankets. I climb up on the stairs to the store and start looking for it. I find some blue sheets, but they are soiled with blood. I tell about that to another worker and she said it's probably Major Mike's who died there just prior to the sale. So i guess we are selling his things, or using his place?

I ask if we ahve more blankets and they show me a very long room behind with hundreds of boxes and tell me it could be in one of them.

I'm in my old house on Almond. But it isn't my house anymore. Ashley and her family live in it now. I stay the night and when we wake up the next morning she tells me that we have to discuss our friendship and the club that we are in. I say ok and she leaves the room. We slept in my old room that I shared with my sister. I know that Ashley is waiting for me, but I take my time slowly getting ready. I notice my old dresser and I decide to look in it. In the bottom drawer is an old black dress that was my Mom's. I immediately grab it and hide it in my duffel bag. I decide to look around the room more in case there is anything else that I want back. I notice that my sister's broken dresser is here too so I quietly start opening drawers and looking for my sister's things. Her things are the most important things.

Went to sleep around 10pm. WBTB at 0300.

Driving a van at night with J.G. He is sleeping and I am very tired. I pull over into a ditch and make him switch with me. He is pissed. The music auxiliary cord gets disconnected and I have to redo it.

3rd person: teenage girl is with her older boyfriend feeling in love and vulnerable. They are in a dimly lit, empty warehouse. To distract herself from her fears she begs him to have sex with her. "I've been practicing! The last guy I was with T-boned me and I've been doing yoga!" I assume T-boning refers to a perpendicular type of angle. They have sex and their genital anatomy is a little strange. She starts bleeding because of the hard angle.

I am at a baby shower of an overweight woman who has already given birth. It takes place in a small garden room. She is laying on a couch with her baby. A young man by a plastic picnic table is rubbing his girlfriend's chest in between her small breasts as some kind of PDA. She is really pretty and her body type reminds me of E.J.T.

At my gma's with E.J.T and my sister. Sister and gma are arguing about religion. I have a mini notebook of E's that has a commandment written on the back. I say, "Yeah but the bible says a lot of stuff that's..." she nods in agreement. Gma is very curt with sister and they continue to argue. I yell, "Just get a long already. Jesus Christ!" I start cracking up and everyone but gma starts laughing about the irony of using god's name in vain while promoting religious tolerance. I feel a little bad for offending my gma.

I am admitted to SMMH psych ward along with another older man. A male worker is giving us a simple orientation. I laugh at something he says about the room numbers being common sense. Then he comes up to me and says, "I mean, look at her. She hasn't even been here for a couple of hours and she's already flirting with everyone. She's just like the rest of them." An expression of astonishment and disbelief comes across my face. Did he assume my giggling was flirting? I realize that he's just taunting me, trying to get a rise out of me and thus non-responsiveness is the best response. I put on my poker face and contemplate about how I'm going to put all of this in my dream journal when I wake up. I go to the common area where we will do a group activity. There's a young man there doing art in his notebook. He wants to show me. It looks like a talented drawing of the earth but he's doing it by drawing random "Potagee Pizzas" (AKA - random, colored-in blobs). I say, "Portuguese pizza?" "Why do you say it like that?" He asks. "Because I'm haole." I respond. He points to himself, letting me know that he's white as well. "I wasn't raised speaking pidgin so it's weird of me to try and speak it now. It's just weird." I say. A local girl in front of me looks at me and nods her head in agreement. I ask for a pen because I want to get started on my dream journal right away so I don't forget anything. I accidentally grab a red one. I get up to the bathroom and the male worker says, "Did I hear a bathroom door?" He comes up to me and leads me to a more isolated bathroom. He enters with me, clearly with the intention of having sex with me. I continue to stare at him emotionless. He gets flustered and says, "Maybe she isn't like all the others. You know what, I forgot my badge in here somewhere." He then stands in the corner and talks to himself about what to do next. I sneak out and make hand gestures to the older, new admission to come with me. I see my husband in the nurses station and gesture to him, too, but he's confused. I yell for him but it's difficult to yell and I feel short of breath. Eventually he comes. My plan is to go back into the bathroom alone and play along with the worker until my posse comes in and catches him in the act.
Later I get transferred to a facility where the sexes are separated. I pass the male side and there are two big, scary looking local guys making sexual gestures at me. One of them is doing so with a shake-weight. I enter the woman's area and there is only one young woman there. She's sitting in the dark at a table smoking a cigarette. "Who the fuck are you?" She asks. "I'm a worker, student, intern or something. Actually, I think I'm a resident but I get special priveliges because my husband works here." I respond. "That's why you get the new room. Isn't it smaller, though?" She asks. "I'm not actually sure." I answer. Her room was large and the bed was so big that the foot of it actually wrapped around a wall corner. I went into my room and it was smaller. I only had a twin sized bed and an unmade sleeper sofa.

I was inside a dorm. The color theme is yellow and black. I think it's supposed to represent the previous place I was staying in in Sampaloc. I was with L. We were eating. I saw him crush a cockroach, throw it into a pan to fry it, then throw away either the shell or innards and eat the one that wasn't thrown away. I thought that was a little strange, and then I realized I was also eating cockroach. Then I thought, "There's no way I'm eating a cockroach. I must have been mistaken," all the while trying to hold back puking in the dream (not sure in real life, but I woke up a bit sick to my stomach).

I was looking for homes/places to stay in. Or rather, there was a review of hidden/invisible homes. I was told that the one (tower) I was staying in high up in a cliff is among the top 5 because it's hard to reach. The next ones were simply impossible. One was hidden in some sort of mist, another is a flying pink house that moves from place to place all the time, and another was something that was never found. There seems to be no top 1 yet.

I was in a dorm. Not sure if the same or different from the one earlier. I was outside this time. I was looking at the facade of the thing. Somehow, I felt like my aunts on my dad's side are inside. I walked just outside the window. I saw a frying pan. I walked up a short set of stairs. The mood was night but with bright moonlight.

I was at work in an office. I think I was new, and I was sitting in front of a computer. There was a lady who talked to me about work. I think they were saying I seem so serious about work, even seems like I'm going overtime. I thought to myself that I just enjoy it.

Night. It was already after work. I'm still in the office. I walked around. I moved a sloth to a wall.

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Notes:

- Slept at around 6 p.m., woke up around 8 p.m. Set alarm 01:46 HH:MM.
- I decided to incubate a dream, thinking about my plan of moving.
- Drank coffee with lotsa milk less than an hour prior sleeping
- Was listening to Dreamgate.

The content of this LD isn't particularly interesting. I'm just very excited about the fact that this is the fourth night in a row that I have tasted lucidity.

I was actually telling myself that I didn't want to LD last night to avoid burning myself out.

I was back in middle school. I remember being a different person entirely in this dream, I was from another country or something. I was always made fun of for being the new kid from out of town and I couldn't speak English very well.

I remember that because of some religious reason I had to eat these weird beans that had caused me to poop my pants during class. Though the first part of the dream that I recall was actually being in a bathroom stall. There was no toilet though, and I was still simply pooping into my pants that had taken on a bucket shape.

The bathroom stall door opened and the entire school was outside, including the teachers and the girls who all started laughing at me at once. This had something to with the being-a-character-in-a-story dream sign.

...

The next thing I knew I was lucid and flying. I remember teasing the school principal by flying up behind him. I was teasing him and he yelled at me saying that flying wasn't allowed at school.

I flew out of the second story window and over a large park/town area. I did a nose pinch RC just to cement my lucidity. (I love how I always do the nose pinch after I'm already lucid.)

I remember I was making this fwssssh sound with my mouth, doing my own sound effect for the flying. I figured I should stop because I might be making that sound in my sleep and waking up my parents IWL. But making that sound was the only way for me to continue flying.

Eventually I started descending, when a dream character jumped into the air, grabbed me by the leg and whacked me onto the ground. It didn't hurt at all but I was still surprised.

He tried to stomp on me, I rolled away. I started to get up and he tried to stomp again.

"This guy is good!"

I managed to get up and start fighting the dream character for a few seconds before waking up.

Morning of May 1, 2015. Friday.



Much of this dream was a bit too abstract to describe the first part of correctly. All the members of my family and I are making things to sell. We seem to be at a picnic table outside in our backyard. The most vivid part does not make any sense. I have made a salad with a lot of leafy green vegetables in it as well as other ingredients such as slices of tomatoes. I pick up a short section of a large even branch from the ground which has seemingly been sawed on both ends. It is a little less than the diameter of my arm. (We do have a short log in our yard in reality but it is bigger than the piece in my dream.) I put the salad on the branch (though I think of it as a small log in my dream) and hold it onto the branch piece with the curved piece of wood (which fits halfway around the circumference of the branch) over all of it. I notice that the wood piece has three screws on it which are aligned to three holes in the branch (one near each side and one in the middle). By tightening the screws, the salad will be kept in place on the surface of the branch by the curved piece of wood until it is ready to be eaten. I notice a small jumping spider crawling up the side of the branch and shake it off - as people will probably not buy it if it has a spider on the salad. (I have found that the term “salad log” exists, so maybe there is a vague association, though I do not recall thinking of this term at any previous time.)

In another section of possibly a different dream sequence, I am doing something involving the usage of postage stamps while sitting on a bed, which seem to have to be American postage stamps to do what I need to do, but there is one point where I cannot find them again (which does not make much sense as I had just seen them previously, having had at least a couple near me). I seem to be in my sister’s house on Loomis Street and am possibly a teenager again. I am not exactly sure of what I am doing. It may relate to drawing or tracing. At one point, I am standing in a featureless semi-dark room and hug my sister and tell her that I love her even though I am also aware to some extent that she has died in reality. She seems very old and frail. There is some sort of concern about where certain stamps are. I pick various foreign ones off the floor at one point. They seem to be kept in a few different smaller cylindrical containers. My sister talks about them but is not sure of their location.

In another part of my dream sequence, I am in a large room with several other people. Many of the people are unknown and of different races. We are all watching “Lost” on a television. However, it is a later version of “Lost”, yet which is a drama concerning earlier situations on the island. Over time, I notice that John Locke is not being played by Terry O'Quinn but a much younger actor. I notice that he has face paint of black and red (and yellow at one point), the black paint being mostly on his forehead and coming down to just below his eyes. He is amusingly dressed and speaking like a stereotypical pirate for some reason and says “Rrrrrr…” at the end of at least one comment he makes. I am a bit annoyed by this version of “Lost” having the same characters but played by different actors, my annoyance growing over time, which I express to the others. I even look it up on the Internet in-dream to see who the actor is that now plays John Locke. However, I cannot remember the original actor’s name and become a bit frustrated over knowing when the different actor took over the role. I see that there is a (fictional) eighth season of “Lost” and possibly more beyond that. In fact, the eighth season seems to have been the last one to star Terry O'Quinn, the plot of the last episode of season eight seeming to relate to Kate and John becoming lost.

Finally, I am at my older brother (deceased) Earl’s house. I do not see him, but his wife Cindy is there. There are a lot of other people in the room including their children and unknown younger people. I am annoyed because Cindy is blocking my way to the front door (even though we are more near the center of the living room near a large table) but I do not show my frustration. I had taken a couple vitamins that are more like headache tablets and there is white powder on the table which I am trying to put back into a capsule or at least elsewhere. (I have never been able to willingly swallow pills of any kind in my life, even very small ones, so I crush headache tablets up into white powder and put them in a drink when I need to take them although I more often use a form of special meditation to erase one when I can.)

In one final dream event, an unknown male knocks on the door and seems to have something important to tell me. However, it soon turns out to be nonsense (which I cannot remember) and he becomes distracted, going elsewhere. This was slightly precognitive in that we actually did have a rare visitor shortly after but he left fairly quickly after knocking. He went to the next house over and was probably selling pay television subscriptions or possibly Internet-related services.

1 May 2015

I find myself working at an above the ground mine. It seemed that many of the teachers/workers where on leave or sick.
Everyone was capitalizing on the long weekend and this left a group of us confused on who was in charge as superiors where minimal. Linds ran around sorting out things at a frantic pace, but not knowing much when I asked her what to do.
Reza and Mikey Roman with 80's dreads climbed the dangersous ladder that where laden with rock debris to be removed and proccessed. After climbing up to help i realised I had no saftey harness or hard hat..a recipe for disaster considering the nature of work. I climbed down the ladder and skateboarded toward a cave, trying a few kick flips on the way.

Inside was a man busy cutting smokey quarts crystals with a hand device. He tells me he's unable to help me find the safety equipment after genuinely trying. Suddenly there was panic in the air as a gushing river flowed into the cave threatening to drown us.

All turned to black.
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Brandon, my cousin, showed me a new haircut I could wear which didn't look half bad. Michael Roman and his girlfriend modified his dreadlocks 80's style, and I could apparently do the same.

My girlfriend and I went to the outer to rondavel bugalows and found a strange ladyboy in the room, looking at us with a prehensile appendage, sexually.

With group of classmates we drove for a week lasting school trip. The first day we were visiting a theme park. There were many attractions, like rollercoasters, gambling stands or punch strike meter. There was also a national park, with tree stands considered to be of ancient origin.

After the whole day, we went to a hotel and left our stuff in rooms. I had room with two other dudes, one was blond and medium built, and the second had dark hair and weight of a sumo fighter. I went to the bathroom, to take a shower. There were no cabins, only showers standing close. Due to this everyone took shower wearing t-shirts and underwear.

There were two bathrooms for the floor. I went to another, and saw that there are no cabins too. One of the guys that was going to take a shower told a joke. I can't recall the joke, but it made me laugh. I went back to my room, and checked my things. Then I thought "Have somebody took my phone?"

I could only remember images in dreams and can't really remember it chronologically. I wrote everything I could the best, but it didn't exactly happen in this order.

Runner

I was going to practice running for track and field. I was taken to this ice rink area and the coach told me to run around here. I was with someone else I couldn't recognize. This person was running great on the ice while I was OK but going slow, so the coach was nagging at me. The scene changed and I'm in this house basement. There's a group of people here and they're encouraging me to go run around the school. Apparently this was the basement of the school. I was competing with some other people. I ran out an exit door and a kindergarten line suddenly appeared out of nowhere. I couldn't really run so I waited until I could go again. Now I was running on grass. Another line appeared again so I waited it out and got through. I went around to another corner of the school and stopped. There was a couple of people I know in waking life there, along with some of my family. To the right lead to an open field with a fence in front, and to the left showed the street and a bicycle rack. A friend of mine who I haven't seen in about a year now came up behind me and was asking me to do something.

There was another time where I was running around the school hallways and I seemed to be in the past because one of the people I was competing with the first time, who was here again this time, looked around a corner and found himself running the same way he was the first time. The "him" from the past just barely missed eye contact with him.

Earlier: I heard about a plan for a new kind of TOTM on DV. Someone had come up with a single extremely complex and elaborate task that was broken down into about a dozen different steps, and the number of steps one was able to complete determined whether one got credit for Basic, Basic + Advanced, or Basic + Advanced + Bonus tasks. Someone who managed to complete the entire series would get credit as though it were a TOTY.

Later: I was at some kind of large event like a conference, and passed by a counter with a placard advertising a program or game called "BRAinixity." A list identified the first three letters as standing for the following descriptors:
• Big
• Regular
• Alteration

I gathered that "BRAinixity" was a kind of lucid dreaming program, and that these three terms described the magnitude of effects that practitioners might have on their dreams, depending on their level of accomplishment. I inwardly scoffed a bit at the idea that it somehow took a higher degree of effort or mastery to accomplish a "big" effect on a dream object as opposed to a minor "alternation," since I had time and again observed the lack of any such meaningful distinctions in the dream state, but I was nevertheless interested in seeing what the program was all about, so I decided to sign up.

A woman with short light brown hair was currently signing up for the BRAinixity program, and I was standing next to her waiting my turn. Since we were going to be on the same team, we exchanged introductions. She had a strong accent that made me think she was from Germany, and said her name was "Lalla." She explained that it had originally been longer, but that she had shortened it when invaders had attacked the valley where she lived. I understood her implications: under the circumstances, a long name would have added brief but unnecessary delays to social interactions. "Yeah," I joked drily, "You don't want to be standing there waiting for someone to finish pronouncing your name when you should be running away."

She finished signing up and the woman behind the counter began to take my information. I saw that I was on the "Cloud Valley" team—all the teams were organized by fictional valleys of various names, each of which accommodated about eight team members, judging from the number of lines on the registration card. Each team member was assigned to "Towers" of a particular color. Only the top line on my team's card was still blank, and since I was the last person signing up, I didn't have any choice as to what color my towers would be. I looked closer to see what color towers I'd be getting and saw "Green" next to my name, which pleased me, since green was what I would have chosen anyway.

"Green towers in Cloud Valley," I said aloud, liking how poetic it sounded.

+I am with "my family" that isn't my IRL family. I have parents, a little sister, and an older brother (one of the men is Bryan Cranston). We are eating dinner in a dimly lit room around a rectangular table. My brother and dad are across from me, my mom is next to me, and my sister is talking to us from a window opening to the kitchen. She shows us a piece of dark meat on a plate drenched in seeds. She says, "It's time for another ritual." My brother is jaundiced and his skin took on a dark orange hue, so we are referring to him as "The Bear". He became intubated and we assist him with some sort of ritualistic bathing process. Afterwards, when we get back to the table, he is very angry. My mother is frantically trying to change his behavior by doing a series of spells. She blesses the Mexican food on the table and we feed it to him. I am feeding him guacamole and potatoes.
+I am in a nail salon run by white, middle aged men. They brag about their environmentalism. Supposedly they have schutes to properly dispose of old nail polish and other chemicals. Their preferred payment method is in sex.
+I am getting ready for a class but I can't remember what time it starts. My classmates are there and my instructor M. was there. A classmate is complaining that my ziploc bags are difficult to close, unlike hers. I pack chicken for lunch and can't decide what shirt to wear.
+My sister gives birth, though she is standing and dressed. They hand the baby to her and she sobs, clutching it close. My mom yells at me to take the baby from her and do something. I grab the baby and am not sure what to do. I start cleaning the vernix off of it with its blankets but I run out of blankets. The baby is cold, naked, and crying. My mom tells me to swaddle it so I start to. My sister is now laying down properly and Dr. W says that the placenta won't come out and my sister is hemorrhaging. I open a 500 mL bag of Pitocin for her, handed to me by someone. I start cleaning up her work area for her.
+I'm shopping at the mall with a foreign lady. I keep seeing a Wet'n'Wild eyeshadow palette with a complete spectrum of colors for $50-60. Aunt L. asks if it's worth it and I tell her that it is. I want to shop but the foreign lady only wants to ride the escalators because she's never seen one before. I want to go up to the next floor and there is an escalator in sight but she heads towards the escalators on the other end of the building that are far away and out of sight. This happens twice. The escalators are unusually wide and very fast. As I'm going down one I experience a moment of bliss as I am able to appreciate the escalator from her point of view - new, exciting, mysterious, thrilling.