non-lucid

School - fragment

I was in school. It was during one of the lessons. Every student in school had to take their stuff from lockers, as school would sell them. I took a jacket and shoes from it, and said quietly I'm going to lock it, and take the key with me!

Then a man appeared and told me Oh, don't forget about leaving the key near the entrance! He probably haven't heard what I said. I went outside and met with other classmates. We sat down on the stairs. Nobody knew if we have anymore lessons, so we waited.

Burning people

I was in home. It was during midnight. With mother we went outside. We had a visitors, an Ukrainian family. We locked them in a building sperate to our home, and ignited it. I didn't knew about them so I asked Why are we burning it down? Mother replied Because there are Ukrainians inside, and a cat too! We watched as people burnt to ashes. I asked myself Shouldn't I get a trauma after watching people burn? After a while of looking at the ashes I concluded Nope, I'm fine.

Truck driver and zombies

I saw a fortified, sealed compund. It was full of zombies, the world was close to apocalypse.

I was a truck driver. I drove through some tunnels, thinking each time how my truck would fit in. I drove inside one of the tunnels. It was weird, there were lots of pillars in the middle of the road. I couldn't maneuver through it.

Enraged I went on a rampage, breaking everything with my truck. Suddenly I broke down the fortifications of the zombie compund, setting them free. I drove away, breaking some cars and other objects, laughing from people escaping from rotting menace. Suddenly my truck broke.

I was running, escaping from zombies.

No specified date exists for these fragments, meaning some are recent and others are months old.

I was in a valley, beautiful and bright outside. There were many DCs around doing nothing in particular, just standing around talking. I looked across the valley and there appeared to be a volcano erupting. There was no lava but I felt I had to protect the DCs. I immediately became lucid and I used my mind to prevent the pyroclastic flow from decimating the DCs. I don't remember being lucid throughout the dream for very long. I did not do any RCs, WILDs, or what have you. It was completely spontaneous.

In another fragment- I'm at my house and I'm sipping on some wine with my family, I think. The wine is surprisingly bitter and has a sticky texture.

The third fragment- I'm with a group of people in my community group (?) and were having some beers. Earlier in the fragment I seem to be in some dorm-like building. There are other fragments but I can't really describe them any better than what I have here.

I was with Dennis and Daniel in a store. We met Kim and Gerda there, and so I thought it would be good practice to do a reality check, I think I did but I don't remember.

I and Big Time Rush were hanging out after another performance. When suddenly part of a building was blown up. People screamed and ran, we did too. More things were flung into the city, blowing up whatever they made contact with. Helicopters arrived, a man using a mega phone said it was to get Big Time Rush out of the city. I pushed through the crowd of people with them right behind me, somehow on the way I hurt my right leg and was limping. People were trying to climb the rope to get to the helicopter.

As rude as it was, I tugged them off. If this was for Big Time Rush it was for Big Time Rush, not anybody else. After all, why should they be here when Arlington is at war with us? (yes oddly enough two cities were at war with each other. XD)

Kendal told me to go first, I didn't question it. After all I was a member of Big Time Rush for who knows how long, like a day maybe? I started climbing but found myself stuck, I couldn't climb anymore my arms were too weak. I was told to hurry. I argued that I couldn't climb, that I had practically no muscle in my arms.

"Just hurry we have to get out of here."

I forgot who said that but I sighed and continued, progress was slow though since I couldn't exactly lift myself higher that much. I had a good grip on the rope though, so my strength really as the only thing getting in my way. Eventually I made it to the helicopter and climbed into the back, I sat in releif in the far corner of the back. (the back was hollow and had no chairs) I watched as James came next but he was badly hurt, I helped him in and hugged him, feeling responsible for him getting hurt.

He had become unconscious so I lay him on the floor and watched as the other guys climbed in one at a time and the helicopter flew off. We landed in an old neighborhood of mine where we met up with my Mom and sister. Mome told us we had to leave quickly, and they got into a white car that was tied to a white truck. I ended up driving the white truck, sorta anyway. I had to kick myself forward with my right leg like I was on a scooter or skateboard. It was extremely difficult with the weight. And the fact my leg hadn't yet healed. I asked her why she wasn't driving. But I forgot her response.

We traveled down a vacant highway with woddland on either side, well long feilds and woodland anyway. It took a while but we came to a large open parken light covered in dust and cracking as nature tried to destory. The large warehouse, about the size of Super Target stood without a sign, but even so I recognized this place. Either way I ran inside leaving the others outside for some reason.

Inside this thrift store (or was it antique?), it was familiar to me because I had been here in a past dream. How do I know? I recognized the arranging of the store even with most things backed away in boxes, though a familiar black cat figurine still sat on a shelf in front of a mirror and many other things. That also told me it was the same store. An elderly man and woman ran the store together. I asked them why if they were moving and they said with heavy hearts that they were. I frowned, disappointed.

But then they asked if I wanted tea and I said yeah. I followed them past the boxes and the shelf with the slim cat figurine on it and stopped in a large open area of the store. Once they disappeared behind a door, many versions of the Slender Man began to appear around me, one being a woman oddly.

I stared wide-eyed at them but then suddenly, the red leather book I held in in my hands swung open and a blast of light hit me. I cried out in either surprise or pain, because the next thing that happened was that the light made another version of me. A slender version of me appear, she had dark blackish hair like the darkish strands of my hair are. Her eyes had darkened but were still dull green, but her teeth were all straight and in order as well as sharp and deadly. She wore a long simple white dress that looked a lot like a night gown to me. As if she had been asleep? I mean yeah her hair was a mess and everything, but a nightgown?

For some reason I couldn't move from where I lay on the floor beneath her, you see half of here hadn't even appeared, just her waist up. After that it shows but fades the closer to the ground you get.

She spoke loudly, and to be honest I couldn't remember much of it. She spoke about the book I had and about the SLenders around us. I think she spoke about humans but I'm not quite sure. I do know is this was some sort of cult amongst the Slenders. I was freaking out, either by her words or just the fact a slender version of me had appeared. And the next thing that happened and her speech was done, I woke up with the elderly man and woman walking in. They ran to me, where I lay on floor, mostly out of it and trying to peice things together.

Oh don't you love how my dreams go smoothly from one dream to another? I do, it makes it seem like a story to me or something.
And as much as I recognized the store at the end, I didn't become lucid...the dream was vivid enough without me being lucid. And I in truth wouldn't want to end up being a part of that meeting. Slenderman may not scare me, but I do scare myself. (answer to that is because of a past nightmare) So a Slender version of me would be the last thing I'd like to meet in a dream.

I was inside a movie- actually I think it was a TV show like the walking dead this time around. I was the main protagonist of the show and it was supposed to be about a zombie apocalypse. There were also dream signs galore in this dream.

There was some aspect to the TV show where I, as the main character was allowed to do whatever I wanted, and the writers would change the scene to follow suit, so it was all my decisions and I could act as whatever character that I wanted.

In some sense, it was like partial lucidity. I knew that the entire story was pretend.

It started off with me being out in some remote location, out in the mountains. It was foggy and everything had this bluish tint to it. There was some kind of spiritual exchange meeting going on here where all of these people would come and meditate together and exchange spiritual items.

I remember speaking with some old woman shopkeeper who was selling crystals, bracelets, dream catchers, stuff like that. I asked her how much it was for this necklace with this bluish-green hexagon crystal from it on a gold mount. She said it was $40 (or some other rather reasonable price.)

I pulled out my wallet and paid her. She handed it over and I put it around my neck. She got a little confused saying that the necklace was for girls. I told her that I didn't care; I liked the look of it and walked off.

It was getting dark and I had to head back home. I started to head down a trail that led me into a field with some small shrubs. It was a rather wide trail. I think it was a road, in fact. It had the two treads as if people had driven cars down it.

I heard the sky start to rumble as if a thunderstorm was rolling in. I got the 'evil presence is coming' feeling and figured I should head back to the spiritual people meeting place. I ran back. At one point, lightning nearly struck me. I was afraid to go up on the mountain where there were no trees and I might get struck. I looked out of the edge of the forest at the ridge and saw that nobody was there. There was no way those people with all of those tables and tents could have cleared out that fast!

I started running back down into the valley, hoping to find a cave or fallen tree I could use to shelter from the storm. Rain began to fall and a gale-force wind picked up. Branches started to rip off of trees. The storm was really intense, and the dream faded out.

...

It was a few days later. I was in a city now, but the city had been decimated by the plauge/zombies. (I can't remember if the virus that was in the story was simply killing people or turning them into zombies.)

I remember seeing this black guy. He was the first human I had seen since the spiritual gathering on the mountain. He was wearing a mountain climbing outfit and had a backpack. It looked like he might have a lot of supplies to help survive the apocalypse. I tried to get his attention but he purposefully ignored me.

I walked up close to him. He pulled out a crowbar and attacked me. The two of us started fighting. He tried to hit me with a piece of broken window, but I broke it in his hand. I decided I would win this fight. He was bigger than me by a lot, but he had a big backpack on that was weighing him down and making him slow. That was my advantage.

I jumped into the air and kicked him in the stomach. I tried to talk to him, but he insisted on remaining a mute. I kicked him agian. We were fighting inside a half-destroyed bar now and he landed face first on the bar. I then axe kicked him in the head. This killed him or at least put him unconscious. I then started looting his backpack taking all of his food, his gun (he had a pistol) and his clothes.

...

The dream somehow cut to the space station. There were two scientists. (One male, one female.) The female scientist said that a sample of the virus had gotten on the station, but she contained it and was analyzing it in her computer.

The computer had this really cool graphic of the molecular structures at play and it showed a diagram of the pathogen in three dimensions.

"The virus stems from the eurithromycin strain, the same virus that we use to produce all of the worlds antibiotics, so we can't kill it with vaccination. However..."

She typed on the computer and began zooming in on the inside of the virus.

"The virus has triple helix DNA. My research shows that our experimental nanorobots, that were ineffective in combating other viruses, may be as much as six times more effective on this strain because they are better able to identify the triple helix DNA!"

The computer graphic showed the Nanorobots attacking the virus and killing it.

"I have ordered the space staton's nano-robot factory to produce as many robots as possible. I need to test them first to see what ones are the most effective, but when we are done-"

"We load them into the return vehicles and send them on suicide trajectories. They will burn up in the high atmosphere and distribute the nanorobots all over the planet, killing the virus and returning all of the people to normal!"

"Exactly. But just one problem. We'll be stranded here. The space program is closed. Too many people died and they won't be able to come up and get us."

...

"ALERT! VIRUS DETECTED! SPACE STATION SECTION 4 COMPRIMISED!"

The male and female scientist woke up. The viruses formed together in the air and made this flower shaped monster with tentacles. The nano-robots on the station all formed together into metal arms and started fighting with it. For some reason they started throwing plant pots at each other and dirt and broken ceramic bits were floating around the station. The male scientist closed off that module.

They said that they wouldn't be able to access the return vehicles if the giant virus won the fight and took over that module. The fight would take really long time because the virus and the nanobots would kill each other a few at a time.

I woke up. I did some autosuggestion notebook, but didn't really write anything meaningful. For some reason I was tired enough to want to not do autosuggestion, but not tired enough that it took me long enough to count to nearly 300 to get back to sleep.

-WBTB-

The second dream was really dry and had to do with a lot of family/personal issues. It dragged on for quite a while. Skip everything until the very end.

The dream ended when my dad was yelling at me and he elbowed my computer on 'accident' and the screen cracked. I started yelling at him and telling him he had to buy me a new one now. He then disappeared from the dream.

I became so frustrated with my family and decided that I was going for a walk to get some space. I started to put my shoes on when I realized that before our argument I was trying to WBTB and this fight must be a dream. I moved my leg to stand up, but moved my WL leg and woke myself up.

-WBTB-

There were four combat robots that had survived a massive war with an enemy army. The robots were controlled by a core computer in orbit, but since the core computer only had to control the four of them, they were really intelligent.

Before the battle even died down, they hid in a downed spaceship where they found some books. They were still getting used to their new intelligence. They found a science fiction book by Isacc Asimov and decided it would be a holy text. They were reading it out loud hoping that it would save them from the enemy team that had won the war.

For some reason I remember being one of the four robots at a point in the story where there were some enemy soliders just outside the spaceship. I was scared that there was going to be jump scare where they would come out and kill some of us.

The robots just sat in the downed spaceship and read books to kill time. (Because you know every spaceship should have a library on it.) They took an oath of nonviolence and disengaged their weapon systems. After awhile, they ran out of literature, but they discovered that they could order books through this teleporter system, but they could only order 10 books a week since the teleporter used a lot of power.

They decided to start reading hentai mangas because they wanted to become more human, and they wanted to understand what it was like to be human and to be attracted to someone. One of the robots was afraid it would corrupt them but he got outvoted by the other three.

I was watching an interview in a nun's convent, I think. The building was near the sea. We were in the water. There's a tidal wave coming. We had to hurry and escape, but only a few can escape in time. There was a woman (among many others) who told us to go, and then I saw her get submerged by the wave. For some reason, I knew she survived somehow. She has curly hair (not sure of length), dark skinned, skinny/toned.

I saw the walls of the convent facing the sea. It has uneven walls.

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Notes:

- Dreamt this early morning after waking up several times
- No alarm

I was looking at a hut. Generations of families lived there in isolation. The last one is a father and a son. They are fighters/hunters. Tribal type. They were summoned by the kingdom/king to fight. There's also something about having a daughter.

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Notes:

- March 27, 2015
- Was skimming Dune the night before

Pact of the witches

I was with my class in forest. We were felling trees and processing them for timber production. I took a chainsaw, but there was a problem with starting it. I checked the level of oil and fuel, and had enough for two hours of work. There were still problems with it, so I decided to take them to classmates, so they can look what's wrong with it.

I joined to the group. We were waiting for something near a forest inspectorate. Some of classmates disappeared, and the rest went away to continue work. With a few guys we decided to check what really is inside the building of inspectorate.

We opened the door and saw a temple for a dark god. There were witches inside. One of them came closer to us. She was wearing light brown dress, had a red hair and dark grey eyes. She told us about a pact with forest inspectors. They could kidnap people in forest for magical help with tree felling.

We went outside, but two guys decided to stay inside. One guy that went with us was friends with one of the guys that stayed with witches. I said Pact of the witches?! And why did that guy stayed with them? The man told me Don't worry about him, he was an idiot.

We went to our work. There was a huge valley full of cut down trees. I saw other classmates working. Suddenly I heard that they lost some plans, and it was late to look for them. I decided to go and find them. I took a weak flashlight that gave faint light.

I was moing through the darkness. I looked around to see if I can find those plans. My flashlight was running out, but I found another one, lying near a tree. I searched that area, as they could leave the plans close to the flashlight. I couldn't find them there, so I searched the next area.

I went straight a road. Suddenly I saw a creepy face, staring at me from behind the bushes. I wasn't scared, even though I was surrounded by darkness, my biggest fear. I just went back, trying to join with the group.

ToTM attempt

I was walking in the docks. I saw my father walking there, and two attractive girls from my class. Suddenly I realised that this is a dream. I did a nose plug RC, to check it, and I was sure that I was dreaming. The girls wanted to open a hut standing there. I shouted Stop! Two times and time stopped, right after one of them opened the door. I looked inside the hut, and there was a witch from the previous dream. I closed the door, and fought that I'll do the Basic task 1 after Advancd task 2. I moved the girls to weird position. One was trying to jump onto the roof, and the other was kneeling. I forgot about unfreezing time, so I decided to have some fun with the freezed girls. I stripped them from clothes and did my thing. I woke up rather quickly.

+ objects I need are strewn over a hill, I try to gather them, indigenous people put up barriers; dirt; there may be some sexy pictures involved on some device, I want to gather these.

+ I'm watching 2 guys and 1 girl playing a sexy card game. The older guy is one my side and we're facing the younger guy and a girl younger than him sitting behind him. The younger guy has just drawn a losing card and looks disappointed.

Spoiler for sexually explicit:

The older guy (winner) has a big long erect penis and it slowly moving it in the direction of the mouth of the younger guy, who's going to have to suck it. The younger guy apparently doesn't want to but he will. Another scene: a naked girl in the distance?

+ In our group of adult superheroes, only the developmentally disabled child (girl) got all the information. (The girl is TZ). I go to lie down on a couch for a nap, PZ (mother of TZ) says something like "there goes <my name>", she's critical of me taking a nap. I say jokingly "I'm just gathering my thoughts". I've brought a cup of some drink with me and put it on the coffee table to my right as I lie down on my back on the couch.

+ I'm in an office in the morning. I hear people talking "offstage" and imagine they're in a morning meeting. I'm in the break room and look at leftover food on the counter. Puffy white doughy rolls, somewhat pointed at each end. They look somewhat like pork buns. One of them is dark (blue/purple?) I break it in half there is some inky black stuff on the insides, I take a bite thinking it might be a pork bun? As I continue moving through the room I notice on the right side of the shelf a platter with what looks like a long piece of a pasty that is covered in an orange-ish jam.

I'm in a meeting with some people looking at and discussing a very successful product, nobody seem to know how it works or why people like it.

+(f) in the music camp cafeteria, half-lit, not much is left along the tables to eat, I see small shaped pancakes in little individual cups, I pick these up and stuff the in my mouth, I spit them out, very low quality batter and syrup, I wonder if there will be anything for me to eat here.

+ running through the airport trying to find the gate for the plane to Belarus. I'm on an upper level and realize I know there's a hotline phone just down some stairs and around a corner. There's not much time left to get on the flight. I go down and around the corner and there's a short line of people in front of me, I'm frustrated by this. I get to the phone and there's a 4-digit calling code, I'm a bit concerned I won't enter it correctly but a black man standing behind me says (some) of the numbers over my shoulder. The call connects and I hear a (female?) voice that says "You can probably still make it if…" and I immediately hang up once I hear I may still make it so I can race to the gate.

I have some luggage with me and I'm running up a short stairway that takes a 90-degree right turn, there's a slow woman there, I can't get by her at first but then I push past her, apologizing. I"m on an upper level and go to a woman at a podium and ask where is the plane to Belorus. She says on the lower level. I run to go down and I'm on top of some ceiling of a structure and I look down and see a sign for a (woman's bathroom?), I get down and ask where is the plane to Belorus, and I'm directed somewhere and I run there. I arrive at a historical re-enactment sort of museum of old time Belorus with a young lady in traditional costume, realize the mistake, and get frustrated "doesn't anybody know the way to the plane?" She sympathizes with me but I get even more upset and yell something about the "f%^&ing morons!" in the airport.

I'm running up some sort of incline and realize my luggage is on the plane including my personal backpack with my tablet in it, this is why you *never* should give your backpack to the plane before you get on it yourself!

I imagine the plane is taxiing on the runway, and "see" the people seated on the plane, if I ran out there would they lower the stairway? Probably not.

I'm climbing through cages/poles on an incline, I'm in the plane, my mother is with me, she's saying (because she doesn't have a suitcase) "I'm going to have to buy underwear there."

Going through border control, I see (me?) a guy walks by one guard lifting his carry-on up to cover his face, the guard doesn't care. The guy goes by another guard who's busy trying to operate some (vending machine?) and the guy pats the vending machine a few times, gives the guard a thumbs up (he fixed it?) and walks on.

Multiple dreams.
I'm not sure if the part in "??" and purple is part of 2 or 3 or a 4th dream.

1) I slided down the stairs at a harbor. The stairs were long, and there was nothing to make sure you didnt fall out at the side. I realised that and I was about to fall off, but didnt. I met some people I knew but they didnt look familiar. I needed to pee, so I found a toilet. End of dream.

2) I were in a dark forest with some other people, we were in a war. We had weapons and we were shot at. The other people in my group moved forward but I just stayed on my position.
?I was able to choose a character, like in a video game. The only characters I remember is Rip, Rap and Rup from Quack Pack and Donald duck.?
3) Then I ended up in my my childhood home with my stepmothers little daughter Anna. We were on the computer playing multiplayer flash games. We talker about what we should play next, and then there was this plastic bag with discs. I took the discs out and some of the games were violent and not for a 7 year old like Anna. One of the games were Far Cry 4.

I had a dream i was fighting a group of evil people with super heroes I think. The last thing I can remember about the dream is that there was snow on the ground with pee on it because the bad guys wanted to pollute the city.There could have been some lucidity to it but i can't recall.

This one wasn't lucid, and it was a little weird. I fell asleep around maybe 9:30pm - 10:00pm. I woke up around 6:30am.

I was in a building, I'm not sure what it was. I remember there were closet type things on the walls to put your stuff in. I opened up one and found a bunch of bags with things like 3ds', money, etc. I also found a "cheeseburger backpack" from Steven Universe, which I wanted. I put all of this into my own big bag. Some children behind me noticed their stuff was missing, and I didn't want to get in trouble, so I gave the stuff back to them and said sorry. They were okay with it and were nice, and took their stuff and left. I then noticed that I accidentally didn't give them back one thing, and I looked in it and there was four hundred dollars. I kept it, but I kept dropping it.

This was a different dream, I think. I lived next-door to some people. I would always go over to their house and get on their roof. It was two people my age. One of them brought alcohol, but the other didn't want me to drink it and kept stopping me. I was about to when their parents came out. I had the bottle and glass behind me and they said a few things and then left.

I'm not sure if this was the same dream, but I was in a room that looked like a room in my house. I tried to drink the alcohol again, but the same person kept stopping me. I did drink some though, and they looked very disappointed. Some people came in then, and I think I was in trouble. I ran into the bathroom and tried to lock the door but one of them managed to grab the handle first. I had to kick them back twice before I could lock the door (it was hard to move my hands, they were going slow).

I heard them talking, and saying to just leave me in there for now, because I would either come out or they would get me. There was a small window above the toilet, so I opened it and climbed out. I ran from the backyard to the front yard, and ran down the street. It looked like my neighborhood, but a little different. I came across a house, and someone was out front watering their plants. I asked them if I could hide in their car for a bit. It was a big, white car. The person said sure, and I fumbled again trying to open the door before they came down the street, but I did manage to get it open and climb in and hide while they passed by. I then either drove the car myself, or someone else was suddenly in the car with me. We drove away and pulled up to this run-down-looking house. We got out and looked inside. All the rooms were empty. I thought that we could stay there.

The person who let me hide in their car drove up in a different car. I think they either were moving into that house, or they owned it and were going to rent it. They didn't seem upset that we took their car. I asked them why they let me use their car, because I could have just taken it, and they had no way of knowing whether I would bring it back or not. I don't remember what they said, but they shrugged and smiled. They didn't seem to mind.

That's all I remember.

First dream - fragment

I was in school. I entered the toilet, and entered a cabin. Then I saw that there was no wall, so cabins opened to open space, from where I could see inside of the girls toilet. I looked at other guys using the toilet. They were really confused.

Second dream

I was sneaking in a mansion of a rich businessman. I tried to reach his treasury. The corridor was dark, but I could see all the great architecture and expensive furniture. When I was sneaking, I was interrupted by the businessman. To remain hidden I had to hang from the window. The fat, bald man entered a room with a young servant. I though Old sex addict. And jumped down to the courtyard.

That is when I was spotted by a general of an army. He was wearing full plate armor. I saw my associate. We were running away from the squad of knights. Then vechicle of speacial forces blocked our way. We had to escape to underground parking. We were stuck on the stairway, as we were surrounded from outside and isnide.

We found some sniper rifles, and were shooting with soldiers. My associate got killed. I shot down a few of them, when they were running from the cover of vechicles. Then I got shot. I felt strong, piercing pain in my lower body, left side.

I decided to run anyway. I shot down everyone inside, and ran for the way outside. It was blocked by some girls, which I had to kill to go away. After killing them, I summoned a game menu, and loaded a save state. The girls were no longer blocking my way in this altered universe. I ran for the surface, and escaped from special forces.

I got shot down in a dark, neaby alley.

Third dream - fragment

With siblings we went outside, and looked over the horizon. Huge mountains suddenly grown there. We chose one to climb up, and went to do this.

I'm walking along the street when a shop catches my attention and I start to browse what they have on display. The shop interior is open to the street, separated from the sidewalk only by a waist-high display counter—it's peculiar that storefronts in my dreams are so frequently based on the Bangkok model, even though there may be nothing else distinctly Asian about the products or proprietors.

On the display counter facing the street is a variety of small bottles of essential oil. I examine the labels, and recognize a few types that I had purchased online recently. Would it have been better to buy them here and save on shipping? But I then I would be stuck with the sales tax, which might work out to even more.

From the conversation between the couple running the place, I get the impression that business has been slow today. I've spent enough time browsing that I feel like I ought to buy something, if only not to disappoint the proprietors. Besides, it will be good for the local economy. There's nothing in particular that I need, but I'm sure I can find something here I will use or enjoy.

Looking up from the essential oils on the counter, I see that there are several shelves of shampoo and conditioner on the side walls in front. That would be a practical purchase... but when I see the prices I hesitate. I don't like paying through the nose for bath products. I venture inside the store to see what else is available. The back wall contains a display shelf for books and magazines. Most of them seem to be about yoga. My eye falls on the title of one issue in particular: What Are the Benefits of Yoga Even When Doing it For No Reasons? I reflect that the title is biased; it implies that there is benefit. And the "no reasons" thing reminds me about the attitude so often demonstrated by American Buddhists regarding meditation, the idea that having any kind of reason suggests attachment, so one should meditate without a reason or goal... with the vague assumption that it is somehow good for you anyway.

Well, I'm not interested in yoga, and I'm certainly not interested in practicing yoga or meditation for no reason. My priorities are quite different, and very well-defined: I'm interested in whatever can help me improve my dreaming.

Gradually, I make a counter-clockwise sweep of the small store interior. On the left wall, a variety of objects are hanging on display. One catches my eye, a rectangle of black silk printed with a delicate pattern of flower buds. I take it down for a closer look, and note that the silk is pieced together in a curious, distinctive way. "What is this?" I ask the proprietors.

The man of the couple says, "You could use it for anything. You could even tear it up and just use the cloth."

I think—but don't say aloud—that the price tag is $90, an awful lot for a piece of scrap cloth! I take another look at the unusual stitching, and it reminds me of something. "Isn't it one of those Japanese cloths used for wrapping?" I'm sure I remember reading about these.

The woman affirms that it is, and seems surprised that I know about it. She clarifies that it is designed specifically to go around a 10x10x10" package. The art of making them is hardly practiced anymore, she says. I wonder if she means doing the wrapping properly—if the cloths were so rare, why would there be a random one for sale in this shop? And I'm sure I've seen them for sale before, if only in a catalogue.

I decide not to purchase the cloth as I don't have an appropriately sized 10x10x10" box to go with it. I'm about to peruse the essential oils again and pick something at random, when we are interrupted by a government raid. There is a moment when I wonder if I should avert this plot point entirely, but I let it happen—after all, what is the worst they can do, try to lock me up? And that won't amount to much. Instinctively I am aware of my invulnerability.

The scene shifts here, and now we are outdoors on a paved area, like a wide driveway, on top of a hill. However, I am aware that I am not far from the shop I was visiting; it is right at the bottom of the hill.

That agent is back again. What is this, the third time? He has threatened me before, but it has not gone well, so now he is threatening my host, the male shopkeeper. "I'll investigate every client," he warns. "No one can stand up to that kind of scrutiny."

I feel obliged to defend the poor guy and intervene. The agent should be dealing with me. I'm the real target; he has no business taking his frustrations out on random people who are accidentally associated with me. I get in his face and confront him.

"Why do you keep getting involved?" I still remember distinctly that this is the third time we have met, and that the previous two encounters have not ended well for him. This won't, either. I conclude my train of thought aloud: "You like it. You must like being humiliated."

The agent lies down on the ground, as if in demonstration of my point. I am annoyed and start berating him. I forget what I said initially, but I conclude, "And there's your shit-kicking foot." To make my point perfectly clear, I enact the metaphor literally. The agent's left leg extends to impossible length, his shoe and sock disappear, and his bare foot kicks a shit in a high arc away from us. To emphasize what has just happened, I ensure that it leaves a stain on his foot.

Afterwards the agent gets up to go, and I re-emphasize the pointlessness of his continued investigation of me. "My activities are confined to this circle. I'm not involved in anything in the wider world." I am aware that the 'wider world' is not even real for me; that I exist here within the circle of my own attention. This doesn't fully manifest as dream awareness, just the sense of my ontological difference from everyone else in this environment.

The agents, about four of them in total, all turn to go. They have three dogs with them. I laugh when one dog darts aside, seemingly smelling something in the bushes, and scarfs it down. Knowing the appetites of dogs, I assume it must have found the shit that was kicked.

I want to get back to the narrative from which I was so rudely interrupted; I still have business in the store at the bottom of the hill. I decide to fly for speed—and figure if the agents see me flying overhead, they might take my arguments more seriously and think twice before trying to interfere again. I swoop downhill at great speed, thinking about how I use the word "swooping," but when birds of prey dive like this, it is called "stooping." I realize I'm not sure precisely how such birds break their fall, so when I reach the bottom of the hill, I circle counter-clockwise twice to regain control before lightly letting my feet contact the ground again. The whole flight felt very graceful, and I am proud of myself, convinced that I am starting to get good at this. I'm not just flying anymore, I'm flying with style!

I momentarily wonder if the proprietors of the store will be startled to see me flying. As I reach the ground, however, I realize that I have lost interest in the original narrative—which was incredibly mundane, let's admit—and now want to write my report on what just happend. I still don't have a clear sense that I'm dreaming, as such, yet I understand distinctly that I need to wake up. It takes a bit of deliberate effort to push through the layers—they feel almost like a physical fog—that divide me from waking consciousness, but I persevere until I am sure I am definitely awake... at least as sure as one can ever be.

3.26.15

Midnight shift last night. Got only about 3 hrs of sleep before that. So at my second break at 5 am, I was dosing off sitting on a chair in break room. Was getting all kinds of HH. If my head falling down wouldn't wake me up every time, I would have WILDed.

HH:
I'm looking at few cartoonish cars head on. One is pink, looks like FIAT or Cooper or something like that from Cars movie. Very cute. I think it was smiling at me.