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... I had an earlier dream in which I became lucid... involving Drax the destroyer and space ships and fighting and... can't remember any specific details. Dammit


4.50am- 6.20am Medium LD
Looks like a blue pen has exploded all over my white shirt. The droplets of ink are tiny and in a spray pattern down the right side. I am in an unusual office made of several rooms. An unfamiliar DC asks if a particular chair pays tax. What on Earth are you talking about? Why would a chair pay tax? I ignore the stupid question and get on with my work.

On the desk is a notebook filled with pictures and cut out lines of printed text. There are names and captions for some of the pictures. Also, I can overhear a meeting going on in the room above. I try to drown it out by putting my headphones in. Hip hop music starts playing. I try to change the disc and realise the headphones aren't even connected to the player, but the music is directly in my ears not coming from the device.

I start walking out of the office, down a long corridor piled with crates and boxes. The song lyrics mention Men in Black, and the whole place starts rocking like a moving train. At the end of the corridor there is a room with no doors or windows. In the roof is a closed hatch.

As I lift the hatch up to escape the train, it occurs to me that this is all rather ridiculous. Must be a dream.

I decide to do the task of the month and reach into the pockets of my trousers. Both hands emerge with some kind of wrapped spring roll type food. Neat. I eat both and find they are indeed duck spring rolls. Not really sure what to do next, I phase through the side of the train and find myself in a town centre.

The area is brick paved and pedestrainised. People are strolling around and the street contains several shops. The closest one contains running gear. I start leaping over benches and the brick bases surrounding decorative trees. After a short bit of parkour, I wake up.