dream fragment

The day before yesterday I had zero recall/too lazy to remember to write it. Last night however I did remember a dream:

I'm in some sort of church with my buddy Phil. It's very empty and there's only a few of us per pew sitting around. We're all kids. A man is walking up and down the aisles telling us to perform some sort of psychic test. Our first test is to lay back and go to sleep while staying conscious (Ie: lucid dreaming! I don't know why this didn't kickstart me to being lucid.) and in my dream I do it and I get super excited.

Flash forward to Leah and I walking down these steps into a sort of greasy basement/kitchen. We walk around and as we are doing so I'm trying to put the moves on her. Needless to say: I am rebuffed.

Good nights beget good nights, maybe? This is my 51st entry into this DJ and I can say, proudly, that I've had over 100+ dreams recalled since starting it up. That's pretty wild. No LDs yet--not liking that ratio :/. My wife is leaving for a vacation with her family for a week so I'll have the bed to myself. I'm going to go all out in trying different techniques I normally wouldn't be able to try, then. Til then here were my dreams from last night.

I'm at some sort of rest stop and I seem to be staking out some guy. I'm in the bathroom and I see his clothing hanging on the knob. He has a pair or black pants and a fell phone inside of them. As I'm in there the phone loudly goes off with a rock n roll ring tone.

Now we are in the parking lot to some business. It looks kind of like the shogun lot. An Asian man comes out of the building being tailed by police and reporters and me as well. The Asian man, Randy, had just used his inside information to lock away someone I believe is innocent. So I catch up with the man in the lot and demand to know how he came to his conclusion. In a broken American accent he tells menus refuses to answer.

We reach his car and at this point I get angry and throw the man against if and get in his face. He finally tells me what I need to know and then two men, who had been hiding in a car and watching Randy, open fire on the two of us. I sprint off and Randy tries to as well. The men get out of the car and mutter something about how they can't believe be thought they'd let him live. As Randy is almost free he gets hit in the hand and in the back. I wake up.

I'm watching this guy as he's pulled over. He has a beard and glasses. He's on the phone with his lawyer and in the background i see people going through his car. He tells his lawyer that the people that pulled him over found out that his new song has stolen rhythms in it. The lawyer is telling the guy angrily to cooperate in anyway possible.

I'm talking to Phil about his curfew when he lived with his friends and how he had to be home by 10 if he expected any phone calls. We also talk about this other song that I had been working on prior.

I found this LDing app on iTunes called "Dream Sign" and I'm toying with it. Basically what it does is send you alerts while you are sleeping prompting you to "do a reality check" while you are in your REM sleep. We'll see how it works.

I'm inside of some sort of game that I was told to play by some guy. Chris plays too. It's some sort of rts mixed with action. All I remember is that part of the game requires buying and reselling and everyone is trying to swindle you. Especially the guy that invites me to play. I get chased around the game bring called "little twit" and all I try to do is hide. I end up so tired and scared of being chased I quit and as soon as I did I woke up. It was an interesting variation on the "being chased" dream.

For some reason I'm bowling with my buddy, Austin, and we're going back and forth throwing strikes. He has a house ball, I notice, and I know to think that that is odd because he has his own equipment. I'm using my old bowling ball. He throws a great strike and then I'm up and I roll my ball and do it poorly but somehow still get a strike. I remember shaking my head in my dream and knowing I got lucky.

I'm in some sort of gas station and it seem like I work there. Crizza is there. He's showing off some ring tone the Angels were giving away. It sounds lame but has Autotune and doesn't even mention the team. Alex is there too and I bring my guitar for some reason to try and learn while at the gas station.

So, I'm at an impasse. I've been faithfully DJing, as you can see, for the last 50 days. Nearly two months, now. My ability to recall dreams is much better than it has ever been before. I can say that I have progressed that much, at least. Lately my DJ activity has dipped (in terms of # of dreams per night) but mostly because I've been too lazy/tired to write them down during whenever I wake up. I feel like if I were to read over my entire DJ I'd see that I'm way too scatterbrained in terms of my efforts and attempts at induction techniques. The only thing I've done consistently is DJ and RC during the day. I think it's time for me to quit messing around and finally pick a technique to work on.

So I've strained all of the excess techniques and left my two favorites: The CAN WILD technique, developed on this forum, and the MILD technique by the big man himself, LaBerge.

Pros of CANWILD:
-LD at will, essentially.
-Seems like it'd get concrete results quicker.

Cons of CANWILD:
-Sleep Paralysis. I don't like the idea of the hallucinations. Though my fear of SP may create a self defeating mindset. If I quit fearing it and just rolled with it I may be OK.

Pros of MILD:
-No sleep paralysis.
-Seems more organic.

Cons of MILD:
-A bit harder to actually do consistently with all of the steps through the day that are required.

Suggestions?

And my fragment from last night:

I dreamt about this remnant that had been passed down a million different times abs touched a bunch of different times. Each time it got touched the person touching it imparted some sort of detail upon it.

Just wanted to update this and get it out of the way for today:

I dreamed today that I was talking to my friend Nate over text messaging. He is also the guitarist in my band. He kept insinuating that he wasn't able to practice (a thing I'm afraid of every week ) and he finally told me he can't come because he can't skip out on work because he's gotta make some money. I remember feeling heartbroken and telling him right away: "Hey don't worry about it. Just make sure to come I'll pay for you to practice. Like 50 bucks." And I remember that he was still reluctant. I also remember asking another person who works at Pizza Hut if he had to work today and that person saying "No." So I was upset that he was bailing on me for no reason.

Man. I haven't had a good string of recalls in awhile. I need it.

A little bit better of a night of dreaming. I got two decent recalls and I suppose that aint too shabby in the long run. Here they are:

I am witnessing this dream in 3rd person. There is this woman and she's a new employee in some sort of office environment. Everyone works at computers and I THINK it's some sort of call center. Anyways. She's massively disrespected by this one guy who seems to be the leader of the group. He's almost 30 years old, I remember him saying, and pretty disappointed with his life. Anyways. this dude is sort of a dick to this woman but she wants to be the best so she doesn't just give up. There's some sort of competition coming up, I'm not sure what they're doing, I just know that the man has a day or two head start on her because he cheated somehow. Somehow she evens up the score and manages to catch up. And then I flash forward in the dream to find out that the woman was tricked AGAIN and somehow still lost.

And then I'm in another dream. I work for some sort of grocery store but my shifts are awesome. I only work for a few hours every day and then I go to school. But my "school" is the same hours my REAL LIFE work is. Anyways I'm at work for some reason and I'm discussing hours with my manager. She looks like Sarah from Super Valu (my first job) and she's describing that somehow my hours got switched around and I'm allowed to take off whenever I want today. I appreciate that and decide to myself that I'll cut out about an hour early to give me time to eat a nice breakfast before school. For whatever reason I now am taking a tour around the store with Sarah in tow and we're going through all of these different meat sections and I'm describing them to her. We come across an aisle dedicated to already cooked bacon (that isn't in a package) and it's just hanging on different hooks. We do the same for turkey and ham, as well.

I hope I'm getting closer. Those two dreams were more vivid than I typed out but I, of course, was typing from a shaky memory as they were delayed recalls. Tonight I ate some banana before I hopped into bed and I'm taking my RCs more and more seriously. Hopefully this pans out some.

Last night I think I slept a little bit too soundly. I woke up ahead of my WBTB alarm and decided just to deactivate it since I was up only half an hour before it. Maybe I shouldn't have. And then I woke up, again before my alarm, and managed to wake up with my eyes closed still. I decided I'd give the DEILD a shot but I think I stretched a little too much when I first woke up because I started to notice how loud the birds were outside my window and that made me realize it was probably getting close to time to get up. So I open my eyes and, bam, sure enough I gotta get up anyway.

I'm walking up some windy hill that sort of reminds me of the part of RT64 leading in to Oregon when this woman pulls over next to me and offers me a ride. She asks where I am heading and I tell her Freeport. She is stunned that I'd try to walk that far. So I take her offer of a ride and climb in the passengers seat. I somehow know she is in highschool. A senior. She has a pretty face and long brown hair. I'm instantly attracted to her. She asks me if she can take me somewhere and as she says it she reaches over and grabs my crotch. She grins and says
"I think this means yes."

So we go driving and looking for a place to hide together and that's when my memory of this dream fades.

So I decided to go ahead and give the DEILD method a shot. I wasn't sure how I'd go about attempting it because it involves reflexively keeping my eyes shut when I wake up and, to be honest, I've got no practice doing that. So I go to bed at about 12:30 with an alarm set around 4 o clock. I wake up a few minutes before 4 o clock and turn on my iPod to play some Solitaire. I want to get in the habit of working out the logic center of my mind while I'm in bed at night. I think this will help me out a lot. I go back to bed. About an hour later I wake up because I have to use the bathroom and lo and behold I've got quite a long dream ready and recalled:

Leah and I are driving home from seeing some comedy in theaters with my parents. In the movie I remember it being sorta creepy because the main bad guys were crazy tall and white and really scary looking. During the move in fighting myself to stay awake. I am sitting by Leah. As I watch the movie it sometimes takes on a first person view. The evil looking characters on screen get into a bunch of fights over turf. They remind me of smart zombies. I slowly start to nod off. Towards the end of the movie i go and stand at the front of the theater and watch the last of the movie standing.

After that we head over to a laser tag and my mom makes my brother and I play a game. The women running the place charges five bucks per person. I overhear my mom and sister buying our tix for us. The clerk suggests me and my brother just share a gun to save money until we decide I'd we like it. My mom gets us each our own. The suits have a mouth guard bracket built onto the front and i put it in my mouth without thinking and immediately regret it. In my mind I'm positive I'll have herpes now or something. I glance over and my brother is sitting slouched against a wall on a black bench. He is spaced out. He looked dejected and bored.

Then Leah and i are driving home. We are both tired. I'm using the gps to get us home but I want to stop at a hotel to sleep but we can't because of the dog waiting at home to use the bathroom. Leah mentions that my parents are leading us home a different way than normal. I follow the gps.

Not bad at all for having a few off nights this week. So I go back to bed and I wake up AGAIN. This time I come startling myself awake but the world is in blackness. I can't see anything! You guessed it: I managed to keep my eyes shut. I'm not sure if it was reflex or the fact that I was actively thinking about it before I go to bed. So I'm laying there with my eyes shut. I feel a tiny bit heavy on my back and I feel mostly numb. My toes randomly spasm every once in awhile and my heart starts to race. I know I'm in a good position for the DEILD technique. But of all the things that could happen I start to hear birds singing LOUDLY outside of my window and when that happens I KNOW it's day time and, I'm not sure how, but I KNOW my alarm is about to go off. I hear a faint buzzing sound that is very distinguishable from all of the other noises. Is this part of my HI? I don't know. All I DO know is that I'm suddenly hypersensitive to sounds.

So I stay laying there for a few more minutes when lo and behold the alarm does go off. I get out of bed and grumble my way to the shower. And then while I'm in the shower I'm hit like an epiphany with recalls of "four" other dreams.

I'm in some sort of giant church like structure. My friend Phil is there and so is Lawrence, Chris, and Jake K. We are sitting in the big room where I assume the Pastor is going to preach when somebody starts handing out stacks of bacon as a snack. I say 'Hey, why not' and grab a huge stack and absolutely stuff my face with it. I then go ahead and sit down for the sermon. Time passes, I'm sure, because I'm running out of the room and towards the stairs. I jog up these stairs and turn right to where a small bedroom is. And there are all my friends! Skipping out on the sermon to play video games. I'm mad immediately... Not for skipping the sermon... But for not telling me they were so I could too! I remember in my dream, as well, to be kind and polite around Phil. I know I think to myself that he's a good guy.

For some reason I'm up stairs in some house. I "know" it's my parents house. I walk down the stairs and outside to see some sort of dog out there. My parents had just left to go see a movie. I'm sure of that for some reason as well. So I've been left to take care of the dog. The dogs name is Asimov (Yes, as in Isaac Asimov). For some reason the dog gets hurt or gets killed and my parents return and I tell them what happened. They mention how at the movie they spent the whole time looking for "Asimov" but couldn't find him because he was under a different name. Don't ask me. It doesn't make sense over here, neither.

And now I'm shopping. I've been sent downtown by my wife to go check out this resale shop. I'm assuming it's some sort of 'Platos Closet' because as I walk up to it, it is in an underground mall, the woman at the door goes: "Are you Randall? Leah shops here all the time." I say yeah I am and that I'm here to look at jeans. She asks if I need any help finding anything and I decline. It's at this point she points out that they are closing in 5 minutes. I let her know that I'll hurry. I hate when customers linger in my store. So I look around at the jeans and there's a woman back there as well waiting to help. I don't see anything I really like and end up hoofing it back towards the front to leave. It's at that moment that, for whatever reason, an explosion occurs and I'm sent flying. I land back on the ground and my leg is very clearly broken. The women are freaking out and blaming eachother but none of them seem hurt.

And now I'm sitting in another basement. This time in front of a nice bass stack. My brothers friend, Marc, is there. And I'm pretty sure the other guy is Rob. There's a smaller Asian kid that I've never seen but he has black hair combed over and he plays the guitar. I'm obviously in this band. We shoot the breeze for a little bit and plan to practice when the Asian kid says that this is their last show. They just can't do it anymore. He is kind of a dick. So I ask him, gesturing at my leg, 'Is it because I broke this?'. He shakes his head and says that there's no money in it. I tell him: Well, hey. Once you guys hit 18 you'll be able to play shows every couple of days and make plenty of cash. I tell him my band is playing Marys Place (which we are, in real life! I'm plugging my own band in my own dreams) and that we're bringing in about 20% of the door. I envision what the place looks like so he can see it. I show him a bunch of elegant tables set up in front of a nice stage. Everyone is well dressed. This seems to change his thought process because he's suddenly backpedaling and saying things like 'Well, actually we had plans to...' and then that's all I really remember.

So I got back into doing the WBTB function and my recall was much better. I remember three different dreams. The final one I had during a fifteen minute nap which is pretty wild, honestly.

For some reason I own some house that an old acquaintance, Zeb, used to own or live in. It seems fairly run down but in the basement there is a large collection of band promotional stuff. I'm talking: posters, albums, stickers, shirts, and whatever else you can think of. Somewhere down the line I invite him and a few friends over to my new place and I tell him about the stuff I found down there. He looks at me, very seriously, and tells me not to sell any of it or make any sort of money off of it. I tell him he can have it all back and that, at most, I had just been giving it out for free.

This is just a fragment.I remember seeing some sort of promotion for an album that my buddy Tom is a part of. It's getting rave reviews.

I'm in a dark and gothic looking version of New York City. I work at a grocery store and I look like a younger Brad Pitt. For some reason an epic chase scene starts up and I'm suddenly on top of a moving van fighting for my life to get something or take something from somebody. The car I'm clinging to is swinging this way and that until finally some other person, an older man whom I know somehow, drives along side me and starts bumping me and demanding what I've got/am trying to get. I fight him but eventually he causes an accident and I am thrown from the car. I flash forward to the next morning working at the grocery store. I'm sitting down slumped against a wall when this beautiful woman comes in. She's white with long brown hair and dark eyes. She comes over to me and we begin talking. I don't really know what we talk about until finally I say: "You don't know what it's like. I have no ambition. I'm going with you."

And now we're outside of some large castle looking place and we're talking in a hushed whisper. She says the place belongs to her father, Tsuonga. We walk down these concrete steps that are overgrown by dead trees and arrive in front of a large black and brown polished door. For some reason I can suddenly see a glowing yellow receptacle similar to the one seen while playing Oblivion. I make a little joke about it and she nervously laughs. And then the door swings open. We slowly walk in and as we do I warn her that sometimes, in Oblivion, you can get invited into a room and then attacked for no reason. So she needs to be careful.

We're in this building now and everything about it is gigantic. The ceiling is arched and appears infinitely high. There seems to be several different levels all displayed above us, sort of like a mall, and everything reeks of opulence. But everything is still very dark. So we crouch and start to slowly make our way forward. She mutters something in my ear about keeping a lookout for her dad and I nod and we continue. And then suddenly we hear him jogging down the stairs and to the bottom where we are at. He looks odd though. Like a mix between the Mars Attack Aliens (without the helmet) and the Green Goblin and his movements remind me of an NPC in any RPG you've ever played. One minute he's far away and the next, like framerates skipping, he's mere feet away. He jerks towards us and then back up the stairs. My heart is hammering and I motion for her to slowly move forward. So we do. And then suddenly he's descending upon us and obviously furious. We start to fight back but he's absurdly strong. For some reason I try to use some form of magical lightning but my power is low and I'm unable to hold him with it. I run up a set of stairs as and grab him from behind as he closes his arms around some person that is suddenly there. It appears to be a girl. I scream to the girl that I arrived here with and tell her that I'm going to pull his face away from the woman, as he is gnawing on her neck, and that she needs to be ready to shoot power into him even if he is her father. She says OK.

So I grab hold of his chin and grimace as I feel the wetness of the open wound and his saliva and I pull my hardest to get him away from the womans neck. He's biting furiously like a zombie and I'm struggling to even keep him still. And then I wake up.

I absolutely hate dreaming about my work. It infests my life enough during the day why does it have to invade me at night? And what's worse is the only way I can parlay my work into a dream sign is if I do RCs at work all the time and... That's just hard to do.

Any suggestions?

The main event:

I remember working at Brew and Grow with Mike. We are hanging out working when Scott arrives with the truck. Rather than bringing it through the back door like normal he comes through the front. The first pallet he sets down is tall but skinny. Alex comes over to help unload it and I ask him how big of a truck we have. He says about two hours worth of work.

Only one dream last night.

Wow. Five good recalls in one single night. A new high for me! They were decently vivid too, at least the longer ones were, and a few of the fragments were literally flash in the pan. What makes me really happy about this is that I did not perform WBTB. I simply remembered that many different dreams upon waking. Hopefully I'm getting close! I'm RCing about 10 times a day, on a guess. As well as perusing the forums occasionally. Every time I RC I repeat to myself "If I'm dreaming, I will become lucid" and I look around the room for any signs of dreaming. Does that, coupled with my daily DJ, seem like enough to incite a DILD?

Anyways: onto the dreams.

I'm walking through some sort of in between that goes from rural Illinois to downtown Chicago. The goal is to meet a bunch of friends as well as my wife's dad at a place to eat dinner. We are trying to decide where to eat when i decide that a steakhouse sounds good. So I go through this in between and end up in a little long room with two wide red couches and two wide tvs. It doesn't say it anywhere but I know this is a Blackhawks fanclub.

I wee Vern there and we decide to go on ahead. He asks me where I want to eat. I think a moment and decide on this steak house. With my steak knife with me for some reason we set out to walking out of the club and down the street.

And now for sole reason I'm doubling back. I've walked back through the in between to go get my friends. I'm looking for Jake Chris and Lawrence. For some reason I know they have begun to cross the I'm between, which now looks like a corn field, so I head back to cross it.

I try to wade through it but it is too thick now. I decide to walk along side it instead and i soon make it halfway across when suddenly Chris, wearing dress pants a button up and a tie, emerges and greets me. Jake is right on his heels. We have a short discussion about some rapper before I tell them what's for dinner.

Nate Phil and I are hanging out in the basement of what I assume is my parents house. There is a punching bag hanging from the ceiling and the other posts have wrap around them for more martial arts.

Phil and Nate are hanging out when I come in with my laptop and a fresh recording of one of our songs but this Time with drums on it. I start to play it and Phil is instantly annoyed cause he is tired of hearing that song over and over again.

I play it anyways and he says it is actually pretty cool outside of the timing issues. As he is saying this I am tending to a small hydroponic garden in a tent. The floor of the tray in the tent is covered in a milky orange substance. I start cleaning it out when the guys decide they want to go outside.

So we do and it's really late and dark out. I bring my laptop with me but through the walls I can hear the music we were blaring. It's avenged sevenfold. I go back inside a few times to turn it down.

Eventually my mom comes out for a minute after we head back in and says she will wake me up at nine. Phil is closed to passing out when he, alarmed, asks if they have to leave then as well. I tell him no and not to worry about it and to enjoy sleeping in.

Randall Cropp


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Fragment. I'm with some group of people when this creature called the Machi appears. It looks like a monster of the Seachen People out of the Wheel of Time series. It looks like a dragon but the size of a horse. Someone kills it and I remember getting very sad.

Leah and I are watching some sort of talk show with Keanu reeves on it. There are a bunch of kids that he starts to play fight with. We are watching the event from overhead and at an angle. Keanu is diving around and throws a marker at this little girl. It nails her in the forehead and she drops like a bag of rocks. I remember laughing in my dream. This happens to three kids.

Fragment. I dream I make myself admin on Militate.

I dream I'm driving up some road at night and turning on corners. I'm out in the country. There is a car right behind me. I have my laptop out and am trying to catch a WiFi signal. I finally do catch one and I pull over. The car behind me passes.

So I woke up this morning pretty let down. I only had two really minor dream fragments:

In my first dream all I remember was putting on some really long razor extension, those black plastic guards, onto my electric shaver and then beginning to shave my beard.

My second dream I'm walking down some sort of hallway to a gymnasium or auditorium. I am with a group of people. We go through these big double doors and are told to grab a bunch of orange benches and chairs and tables to bring back to a bigger gym for some sort of presentation. In the dream I remember asking myself 'Why can't we just present here?' and then that's really it.

I had to work hard to remember those tiny fragments. It was almost an hour after I woke up that I remembered those.

Had a bit of trouble remembering my dreams in the morning. I wrote one when I woke up at 5ish but it came out pretty incoherent. I have no idea what this means:

And suddenly I'm tagging along as I follow someone else down what appears to me to be a dream room.

When I woke up in the morning, for good, I had to walk around and really try to remember what I dreamed about. Normally I woulda thought that I wouldn't be able to come up with anything but I managed to remember two more:

I'm visiting some sort of house out in the middle of nowhere where a bunch of people my age are living or at least partying. I'm there to visit and i don't quite fit in. I have a journal I keep with me where I write my secrets and personal stuff. This place is at the end of a very tall hill. Leah is there I think.

I remember at some point we are all in this big open hot tub area that is surrounded by nothing but glass.

So when I finally leave I forget to grab my journal and i am very worried that someone might read it. So I call Leah and ask her to grab it for me.

I'm visiting my mother on what appears to be a mostly abandoned farm. I don't think it's hers but it does seem like she is vacationing there. It sounds like something my mom would do. I walk into the dark grass and there she is tending a bunch of plants that are on a big table. She says something to me but I'm not sure what exactly.

Suddenly I'm in some sort of office building and there seems to be some sort of jurrasic park inspired ride there. It looks like one of those kid roller coasters that take you by little scenes from the movie to try and scare you. I figure I have nothing better to do so i hop on. The ride begins right away and I'm first taken to an exhibit with a raptor. I force myself to scream and laugh and to make it sound like I'm having a good time. I don't know why.

I'm taken by a few more exhibits before I decide this is too lame for me. I hope off of the ride and begin to hoof it outta the building. I don't know why I'm completely alone.

So I've had 11 dreams recalled in the last 3 or 4 days. Definitely not bad and muuuch better than I had been doing. I guess it was just my hectic schedule/lack of proper sleep. Anyways I have three more to report for you guys. I could have had a 4th, I'm pretty sure, but it faded before I could get a good grip on it. Sometime they come back over the course of the day but this one didn't.

Dream One: Playing music with a buddy. This was a cool dream because when I was walking around, in the dream, with the guitar and strumming it felt really cool to actually be able to play something. I can barely play in real life.

Austin a friend and I are behind some sort of eat out spot on like a back patio where there are more tables and such. I'm convincing Austin to stay and play the show with me and to move in with me. He's reluctant to but finally agrees to as long as he can leave every night by midnight to go home to his parents. At the time I think it's odd that he's willing to do that.

So i star jamming some finch song on guitar while waiting out back for people to come and a few kids pass by on their way inside. They are super impressed by what I'm playing. Finally it's time for the people eating to come out and watch the show. They start filing out to the various tables and I take the stage. Suddenly I'm really nervous and I realize I don't know any songs. My wives parents are there and I'm scared i disappointed them.

This was the tiniest sliver of a fragment.

I also remember some odd fragment as well. I can't remember if what position it is for but my buddy Justin recruits me for his band. And then I'm hanging out with my buddy Josh. And then the dude from hello goodbye is walking down the stairs while playing a ukulele and singing.

Weird

Another basketball related dream. Fffuuu. Why don't I RC? I know my dream signs..

I'm playing full court basketball with the Chicago bulls against some random other guys. I get to one end of the floor and go up for a huge dunk but some defender pulls me down. As I land I go right back up from the other side to try and put it back. I go onto a message board and see a thread about best dunks you've ever missed.

Too tired to write down my dreams last night. These two were from the night before.

I'm working at brew and grow and it's crowded. Alex and mike are working in back and I'm alone up front. I'm helping one customer and then a small group walks in and stars asking questions. The lead guy is wearing some sort of rain coat. I start trying to help him and I realize that the computer isn't working properly and that our sales system seems really screwed up. As I'm talking another woman walks in and i glance over and ask if I can help her. She points behind me and tells me to tell president bush we have a roof leak. I smirk and tell her I can tell Obama. I then notice bow bad it's leaking and sprint to the back to ask Alex to help these customers because I'm so frustrated with the system that I'm about to cry. He does and I grab a ton of buckets and run back up front and start layin them out to catch the leak. One bucket has a ton of sand in it. The leak is pretty bad and then I notice mike crouching in front if the hop freezer with a basket of hops in his hands. He's putting them back in the freezer. I'm immediately frustrated because he ditched the counter duties to stock and I ask him if he's stocking. He says yeah and that a customer just left these there. I peak in the basket and it too is full of sand. I remember thinking that hops don't need to be constantly cold and he shoulda helped me anyways. I wake up.

Giant bathrooms in a mansion
I keep going to the biggest stall in the corner with my laptop and watching adult videos. Brazzerz. Kitty corner in another stall someone left their laptop in there. I go in Again and this time choose a tiny stall closer to the entrance. Once inside a video starts playing of pro bowl Tommy Harris in a locker room with some half naked chick doing a wwf style interview. Camera cuts ahead to a college football game where his team wins a super high scoring game and all the players leave the field and throw their cleats into the air and they land on their bus. The q.b threw for 187 yards 5 TDs and 3 int.