Roseburg

I had a very fast moving lucid dream that involved a lot of sex and fighting with DC's. I begin to get bored with these activities and wanted to focus on doing something important so I turned my attention to feeling different textures on things to see how real they were. I also started picking up things and tasted them, then I saw a refrigerator and very exitedly opened it and saw purple punch. I drank it strate from the container and swished it around in my mouth It was perfect replica of grape kool-aid at home in the waking world. I could taste the sugar and the tartness smoothly mixed together. I made a note in my mind to remember this for my monthly quest. Second thing I began to do was read things, I was frustrated with the text changing on them. I asked a DC why the text changes and they wouldn't give me an answer. But the DC did give a hint as to reading the text- the DC said you CAN read the text and have it make sense but you must do it very quickly before it changes. I experemented with that for a while and the DC was right. Still I wanted to understand why text shifts int hat world so I began asking DC's why and they didn't know or didn't ant to tell me. One finally said I cannot tell you "they" are watching. Excited I said who are "they" (because I ran into this answer once before when asking about God) and very adimitly I requested to meet one of these "Theys" I said I want to meet one of them, I am not afraid , show me one. I turned around and almost feel over someone and he laughed at me, I asked who he was and he said he was a number one. I asked why the letters change in this world. He said he couldn't tell me. He was black and was wearing a purple tunic that had a waffle impression in it but it was made of silk or something soft and shiny. He had an all knowing and humorous air about him, he was kind and nice and patient but would not tell me. I just sat near him and took in the different senses of the fabric he was wearing and the colors and the way he smelled, like clean linen. I turned around to ask someoene else about the shifting text and when I turned around he was gone. I was very upset and wanted him to come back. I headed off and decided to fly and watched the black outline of a plane fly above me for a while then landed on a city street. I decided I wanted to see what it was like to use a flat screen tv as a portal. I walked up to a display and began to place my hands through the tv, then someone grabbed my arm and I turned around - it was me! It was an excact replica of myself telling me not to use the portal. My replica convinced me to try to have sex with some DC's (I always seem to get side tracked from important work in this way) ...I began to hear my family talking in the waking world and my dream faded out.