Coheed

19.02.2014

A night at Patricks (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was at my friends Patricks place. We were in his room (which looked like my IRL room) and watched a movie. Patrick and I were sitting on chairs while his father was laying on the bed watching too.
The movie didn't fill the screen. It was like it was letterboxed (the black bars on top and bottom) and also had black bars on the sides. I told Patrick he should change the settings to 16:9. He got up, got 2 pieces of Paper and put them on the screen so the black bars on the sides were covered. I thought it was a stupid joke and told him to just use the remote control and put it in 16:9.
He says the TV doesn't have a feature like that. I told him that's stupid. That would be like a blu-ray player without a pause function. Every TV has it.
At some point Patricks father fell asleep.
I took the remote control and checked the buttons. There was no button which for settings or anything. Then I realise there are 2 more remote controls laying on a chair. One of them was appearently custom made out of special pieces or something like that. There was something about the other as well. They both looked very similar to the remote control my own TV has.
Both of them had no buttons to get into any kind of settings menu either.
Next thing I know is me waking up in the bed were Patricks father was laying in on the day before. I found a chickenegg laying near me and grabbed it. I accidentally broke it and egg white was dripping out of it landing on a stuffed animal representing a hedgehog. I quickly got up and threw the egg into a trashbin.
I was alone in this room which was on the first level.
I looked outside the window and saw some rusty old pick up truck parking in front of the house. I knew they were here to get some bulk garbage from Patricks father. He wanted to get rid of a bunch of old pickaxes.
I see the guys coming out of the car into the building. After a while they came back out not only carrying the pickaxes but also Patricks sleeping father. They throw him and the pickaxes on the back of the truck and drive off. I laughed a bit. Later when I couldn't see the truck anymore I heard Patricks fathers voice shouting angrily at the guys that took him with them.

I decided to go downstairs. On the stairs I met Patrick gong up. He had made breakfast for himself. I remember he had prepared an eggsandwich among other things. I told him about his fathers little adventure with the pick up truck guys. He knew about it.
I continued going downstairs while he went upstairs. I entered the kitchen and found a piece of green plastic on the table which appearently was part of some microwave egg boiler. I turned it around and read some instructions on the backside struggling to understand them.

2 nights in a row I had dreams involving pickaxes.