FryingMan

+ (f) (vague [early ones seem to always be vague when I don't record]) in a dark place, warehouse? large shapes falling like dominoes

+ atrium geometric storm, catch the weird robotic bug, use its "seed" for manufacturing something(?)

I'm at work(?) it's a large atrium with glass walls (dream sign) and plants. Outside there is a big storm coming (WL news), I see it arrive, huge dark clouds but they're geometric shapes, big dark-lead-grey almost black geometric chunks of clouds with numerous hemi-spheres descending from the bottom like an egg carton.

I'm approaching a tree / clump, we need to catch something in there. I look to find a stone I can stand on to get high enough but don't find one, someone else knocks the weird bird/bug out of the tree, it slips through my hands, but I manage to separate it into two pieces. It looks mechanical, it's two parts join via a metalic joint. But the body feels squishy and I'm nervous about touching it. The hind section has what we need, I open it up (?) and take out a capsule, some discussion of using this to produce something.

+ plumbing fail: water/sand is shooting out everywhere: washing machine

Trying to turn off faucets that are spewing water and sand.

+ microwave reflections: I'm "drunk?", female coworkers nude selfies in profile

I'm at work, I'm trying to find my station there. There's a long row along one side of the room extending around a 90-degree angle where 2 walls meet. I'm looking down one row looking at name tags and see that each station has a microwave oven for cooking lunch. At the end of the row to the left the microwaves get tiny, barely big enough for a sandwich, I hope that's not my station, it's not. Around the corner I think I see my full name written. I'm looking into the reflection in the microwave oven, is it a reflection or a picture? I see somebody, face familiar, middle-aged, curly hair (is it me?) but the face has a lot of cracks in it like an old oil painting. I look at this face for a while trying to determine if it's me. I ask "is that me?" Somebody answers "yeah, you look like that when you're drunk." The scene changes to naked female figures in profile, they're of my "coworkers," I wonder why they took those pictures. Just a hint of the rosy colored nipples are visible on the breasts. There's a sequence of different girls all similarly posed in profile, standing, I think there's something in that room that makes girls want to take pictures like that.

+ cooking class: undercooked chicken sandwich, pigeon pie (poor things are live to start with)

I'm at a table in a room of tables arranged like a class-room, it's a cooking class. I'm preparing some raw chicken which sort of oozes off of the table and plops on the floor. Should I wash it? We're going to cook it after all. I'm eating a chicken sandwich and enjoying it. Some other class participate, a boy, mentions the "undercooked chicken sandwich." I don't think MINE is undercooked. But I look down at a chunk of chicken in my hand, and I turn it over and indeed it is pink on the bottom, not raw, but definitely undercooked.

The teacher announces the next lesson is "pigeon pie." I look down at the corner of a table and see a (dead? dying) medium sized bird lying on its side, fully feathered, is it a pigeon? Doesn't look like any bird I know. I see it moving, it's still alive do we have to kill them? There are a couple of women seated at a table filled with bags or live pigeons. They take them into their hands and wring their necks. First they milk out of the rear-end a quail-egg-sized egg, put the egg on the table, then wring the neck of the bird. The teacher says "don't feel sorry for the birds." I think that you must get the egg before killing the bird or the egg won't come out.

+ robot hospital: massive complex, waiting for help at the terminals, inspecting bottles of dreaming supplements(!), see son S1 who's playing a game

Walking down a hill and turning a corner to the right outside in daytime. People are walking in the streets, there's a large building up ahead and to the left. I'm trying to find the pharmacy, I ask a woman about the pharmacy. The people seem not quite right. Inside, it's a HUGE buiding it's a hospital, I need to register and check in (my wife is pregnant?). I look down a loooooong high open atrium area, easily 100 yards long or more, I think wow this is a huge place. The place I'm in has a group of people waiting in front of a line of complex computer terminals with large screens, the line makes a 90 degree turn. Helpers are coming up and meeting the waiters and helping them. I look at the helpers and think the people here are strange, it's like they're all robots. Nobody's coming to help me. I'm seated and looking at containers in front of me, I look at one it contains some sort of granules, I read the label and it says something like "...... / VPIKT" I think "ah, yes, I've heard of that, it's a supplement for lucid dreaming". Well, still nobody is coming to assist me so I stand up and walk farther down the atrium and I see my son S1. He's standing at a counter involved in something, paper receipts are falling down? I'm frustrated that he's not actively trying to help get us checked in. I look at his screen and it's a gambling game green background where 3 numbers/things are presented dynamically and you have to guess what will be shown. The view/ my vision then shows my sons's profile view of his head and I look at it and think his nose is a lot more hooked than I remember it being, he's sweating?