non-lucid

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]It is a warm summer day and I am visiting the lake. I knowthat I’m looking for someone I know but I can’t seem to spot anyone familiar asI stand upon the top of a set of stone steps. I am surrounded by beach goersand people who look like they belong at a lodge.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Unlike most lakes this one is located on the back of theelementary school nearby. Descending a few steps from the parking area bringsme to the water level and along a sidewalk running the length of the back ofthe school building. In the sidewalk is a metal grate which provides accessunder the building as well as ventilation for the underside of the school.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]A family of rather obese people arrives, prepared to swimand frolic and I step closer to the brick wall to allow them passage. They donot walk past me but instead drop their belongings and plop down in front ofme, blocking the sidewalk to all passersby. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I can’t help but stare at the old grandmother in the group.She is sitting in a low lawn chair and is wearing something that exposes herhideously fat belly. Her fat is so monstrous that odd silvery lines are allover her stomach, and I wonder how those lines could have formed. It appears tome that her belly is covered with fat crystals, though this seems unlikely.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The woman is having a rather animated conversation with herson-in-law and she is talking about the fat reduction surgery she had. This iswhen she places her hands under her belly and lifts the giant fat flab I hadpresumed was her enormous stomach. In reality her belly wasn’t as monstrouslyfat as I had believed. The crystal-looking lines were folds in her skin and itwas clear that she must have had something like 80 pounds of fat sucked out ofher stomach, leaving the excess skin clinging loosely to her midsection.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Now I was repulsed in a new way, and I turned around toavoid staring. I looked out over the lake and enjoyed the bright sunny view. Anumber of people were doing something with balloons but I couldn’t figure outwhat.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I turned back around when some noise caught my attention.The family was strapping in to large balloons and flying up into the air. Eventhe old flabby grandmother was attached to a large white balloon that allowedher to stay in her lawn chair. She shouted,”WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!”as she rose into the air. I couldn’t believe she was flying.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The balloons bounced up and down, bringing the people highin the air and then down to water level, before bouncing up again. It was anodd sight. Most of the people had a small or average sized-balloon. The oldgrandmother had a balloon at least 4 times bigger than anyone else’s. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Someone behind me flicked a cigarette at me and told me tothrow it up at the balloon. The cigarette was wet but I decided to throw itanyway. I certainly didn’t want it clinging to my skin. It flew a few feet fromme and landed in the water with an anticlimactic splash.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My disappointment at failing to properly throw the cigarettewas short-lived as Patrick Stewart waded up to me and told me he wasdisappointed in me for throwing cigarettes at the balloons. He told me that itwas both unsafe and littering, and I should be ashamed of myself. I tried toexplain to him that the cigarette wasn’t lit and was already soaked with waterbut he would not listen to me. I felt bad. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Patrick Stewart was dressed as he appeared when visitingRisa, the pleasure planet in STTNG. His white shorts were just visible over thewater line and he sported a white shirt with buttons, open to reveal his tannedchest. It was clear he had been spending a lot of time in the sun and wanted toenjoy himself.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I walked away from this part of the lake along a wide opencourtyard, tiled with small colored bricks, towards a small one-story buildingat the farthest point of the property. The colored tiles made a picture on the ground, similar to a scene fromCoraline. I didn’t give it much thought but it did look neat.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the small building was a cabana-style room, a place torest and get out of the sun. There was no glass in the windows and the adobewalls were painted white, as though the building used to have some otherpurpose. It was not a pretty building.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Not finding what I was looking for, I stepped out of thebuilding and looked up to see Jean Grey from X-Men. She told me she had heard Iwas behaving badly and she needed to put me in time-out. “Nothing personal,”she said, frowning. “You just need to spend a little time put away.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I didn’t like the tone of her voice. It sounded way moreserious than necessary for any crime I had committed. She raised some kind ofwand or stick and I backed up into the small house. As I stared at herwondering why this was happening she closed the doors and latched them somehowbefore walking away.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I worried that I would spend hours in this building. Itcertainly wasn’t much to look at. A candle sat on a small table providinglight, though it should have been bright from the mid-day sun. Outside thewindow I could see and hear children playing and I wanted to be out. Instead Isat down.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Hardly a moment later some of the children opened the doorsand let me out of my prison. I was baffled that I had been locked up in astructure that could be opened by young children. I knew better than to hangaround waiting to be re-imprisoned so I hurriedly walked out and back acrossthe courtyard. There was no sign of Jean Grey or any of the other people I hadencountered.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I continued walking right into the school building that wasadjacent to the lake, walking with purpose and a quick step. Passing straighton through I walked out the front doors and onto the sidewalk leading from thefront of the building. Off to my right was a woman with dark curly hair,bending down and talking to several children. As she stood up and hurried thechildren off to some errand I recognized her as my friend A, someone who Inormally trusted. It appeared as though she was telling the children to performsome devious action, something she would get caught doing herself. I stood andwatched, waiting to see events unfold.[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]More events happened but I can’t recall them.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I had this dream fragment Monday morning. Like Sunday, I woke up early and never got to go back to sleep. I'm sure with how tired I was I would have had a good dream and probably lucidity if I could have.

Anyway, I am still noticing the color blue.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I was face-to-face with a large man, bulky and sweaty, withvisible veins along his skin. He looked upset, though it could have just beenthe effort of moving his sweaty bulk around. He was clearly not enjoyinggravity.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Dressed in a stained wifebeater that may have once beenwhite, he looked like he had been eating something recently. Food stained hischin, his shirt, and the light blue shorts he was wearing. I had never seen aman this big in person, and I was repulsed by his appearance. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As he approached he began to speak but only moans andguttural sounds came out at first. My instinct was to flee but something heldme to that spot. I didn’t want him to touch me or come any closer. I neversmelled him but I feared I wouldn’t like it if I could.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He stopped and looked at me like I was doing somethingwrong. Oddly it wasn’t my displeasure that seemed to bother him. Somethingother than my expression had caught his eye, something big enough to make himpause. This made me turn my head slightly to the side in wonderment.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He regained his composure, made a half-smile, and simplysaid, “They’re coming.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Before I had a chance to ask him about this he turned andbegan walking away. I was just about to reach out, ask him to turn around, whenhe suddenly disappeared. His form shot forward in a blur that diminished to adistant point. It happened so fast I had no time to register it before thepoint grew into a blinding white point of light that expanded to fill myvision.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And I woke up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I was woken up early Sunday morning by my son calling from camp, so my dream recall isn't what I would have liked. Still, I remember this fragment.


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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Surrounded by farmland I find I am in California, nearbyrolling hills leading to tall mountains in the distance. The air is warm in thevalley, a perfect place to grow green crops and tall grasses, and thesnow-capped mountains make a perfect backdrop for the warm haze I can see oversome of the fields. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Behind me is the Mann-Westgate theater, perched on a hillbehind another theater, newer and bigger than the Mann. Though this theater isgone in real life it appears just as I remember it, apart from the hillside andthe location in this California valley. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Following along with the theme of movies, I begin searchingfor signs of one that was recently made. Someone had told me that Godzilla 5had been made right where I was standing, and I began seeking signs of themovie production. I couldn’t even imagine who would ever want to make fiveGodzilla movies, let alone go see them.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] I kept thinkingGodzilla but for some reason the image in my mind was King Kong, the gorillathat went wild in New York. He had lost some of his size, and was now not morethan about 7 feet tall. While still strong, he didn’t appear anywhere near asmenacing.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I looked to my right, past the motel I had been staying in,down the dirt road that ran adjacent to the motel parking lot. I was lookingfor the red X marks that indicated filming locations, and I immediately spottedone on the light pole a few feet from me. In my mind it seemed like the rightthing for the crew to do, mark each camera spot with an X.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I knew that another mark would be found inside the theaterso I headed up the hill and on inside the building. A movie was showing in thetheater, and lots of people were in attendance. It didn’t seem to matter that Ihadn’t bought a ticket.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Five rows from the front, in the third seat, was the ape Ihad been stalking. I still thought of him as Godzilla, though he clearly wasnot a menace to anyone, and no one seemed upset that a gorilla was sitting inthe theater. He seemed peaceful also, sitting in the chair with a box ofpopcorn in his lap. He took occasional bites while watching the movie. Heignored me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I wandered on out, back into the light of the lobby.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And I woke up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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So I went to sleep very late last night. Despite being way tired it was difficult to fall asleep. My mind was not racing like it sometimes does when I have trouble sleeping, but something wouldn't allow me to fall asleep easily.

So...no lucidity. Dream fragments a plenty but nothing lucid.

[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]Dream #1 - [/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I dreamed that all people are vessels filled with energy,like a liquid, that can be either good or bad. In my dream a person was beingpoured out, emptied, of all their bad liquid. The waxy liquid was being pouredinto a large iron cauldron, the kind one might see in a steel mill. The man incharge of this looked like a sweaty Jeremy Irons, and he wasn’t wearing a shirt.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]People aren’t always filled with bad liquid, but when itdoes fill someone up it needs to be poured out. Being poured involves beingsevered in half at the waistline, lifted by the torso over the iron vat andemptied of the bad material. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I never did get to see someone reintegrated.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Dream #2 - [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I was trying to tie my shoes and I couldn't get my hand to make the loop. I kept trying to slow down and do it right but the more I tried the more frustrated I became. Ultimately I gave up and went looking for my sandals but the dream shifted and I never put anything on my feet. I walked through some hotel that wasn't familiar and went behind the front desk to use the phone in the bathroom, and it was wet.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Dream #3 - [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I hated something yellow, and wanted it to be blue. No clue what it was. I don't even know who I was arguing about it with. I was in a room with bumpy wooden walls, like they were made out of the bamboo screens that shield the front windows from the sun. They were dirty walls.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Dream #4 - [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I went to the grocery store to buy bananas for my office manager. The grocery store, usually a large H.E.B., is located down the street and surrounded by old, wood-frame houses. Instead of sliding doors a long metal gate blocks the entrance and somehow manages to keep the cold air in as well. It swings with a creaking noise that makes the people in line cringe and cover their ears. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look down and see there are fire ants near my shoes and I move to avoid them, but they keep coming closer and closer. When I turn around I see a couple on my pants and brush them off frantically. I then see one on my arm and I'm scared of it and it starts to turn bigger.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]

I went to sleep late last night, later than I meant to. It may be the cause of my WBTB being so vivid.

Dream 1- Don't recall.

Dream 2 - I was lying in a bed and getting ready to have sex with someone who lives down the street. That's all I want to say.

Dream 3 - I am somewhere downtown, though I can't correlate my location to any known area. I have an appointment in a research building for some kind of evaluation. I kow it's something important but the paper I'm holding doesn't tell me what the test might be. Just an address which I can't read.
The building is in front of me, perhaps 150 meters long and approximately 3 stories in height. Windows are visible which should tell me how many stories but I can't seem to figure out if it was two or three. I just know it was tall enough for a three story building.
What stands out about this building is that every line, every edge of the building is colored in an electric purpley-magenta color, similar to an effect one might get from taking too many No-Doz and drinking a lot of caffeine and not eating for two days. It doesn't quite pulse but there is an alternating quality to the luminosity of the color.
I never get close enough to the building to enter it and the dream ends.

Dream 4- (WBTB after taking my daughter to school. Major Sleep Paralysis)

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m inside my house, in my living room, and I believe thetime to be around 4A.M. I hear a sharp noise outside, like a hammer bang, and Iassume it must be someone hammering in a campaign sign across the street at theschool like they do every time there is an election day coming up. I dismissthe noise initially, but then think it odd because it wasn’t repetitive and itdoesn’t usually occur at 4A.M.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look out the window to see what is going on, and notice it’sa bit bright for 4A.M. I decide to go outside and investigate myself. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Across the street is the school, and right in front is aportable building which isn’t normally there. As I come around the corner ofthe building I can see the source of the noise. Standing by the wall of theportable is my neighbor from down the street, a fellow parent whose daughter isin the same grade as mine. She is holding a small pry-bar/hammer and has usedit to remove a six to eight foot long piece of sheet metal from the side of theportable. Why would she do that, I wonder, and then realize it is probably tocover up her windows from an impending tornado. This makes sense to me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look around towards the nearby playground and see that alot of people are out and about for 4A.M. and the landscape is awfully brightas well. There is no apparent sun but the scene around me would suggestotherwise. Occasional patches of light and dark would dance over the ground,alternating places as my mind tried to decide if it was night or day. I think Isaw the moon at one point and confirmed it was night, just a very bright night,brighter than any night ever. The sky changed color a few times, from purplishto white, depending on my thoughts at the given moment.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Knowing it was night I checked my watch to confirm,something I read about on the forum only yesterday. My watched show it was3:23A.M. so I knew I was right about it being night but I checked again and it nowsaid 3:29A.M. I knew that 6 minutes hadn’tpassed since I last looked at my watch so the test worked and I must bedreaming. Still, even this didn’t surprise me.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I started to head back in the direction of my house, thoughI am still on the school property. Ahead I spot a group of kids on thesidewalk, and I recognize one of them as a friend of my daughter’s. As theyapproach the kids become recognizable, though I never give them names. All arelaughing and seem to not be able to stand still.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Does your mom know you’re out this late, C?” I ask the girlI know well. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“No.” She says this matter-of-factly, and gestures to thesurroundings which are very bright. “She doesn’t care.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I know I’m dreaming but it doesn’t alter my parentalinstincts. “Go home!” I tell her, and the group leaves. They walk down thestreet and while I know she doesn’t live that way I accept her actions as ifthey were normal.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Inside my house the TV is on, and Jen is sitting in theliving room. I look out the window to make sure everything hasn’t changedoutside. Indeed, the light is still there, though it seems to want to change todarkness because of my thoughts that say it is night. Patches of light and darkalternate prominence in my field of view. I want it to stay light out and mywill is strong enough to keep it so.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Do you see what I see?” I ask.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I don’t tell her what I see because I don’t want to suggestan outcome and have the visual change at my suggestion. I can recognize that Iam able to control how it looks outside by thought.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]She indicates that she also sees the phenomena and that itseems rather unusual. In my mind it becomes unexplained and in need of ananswer.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]On the TV a weather announcer is displaying the currentradar picture for Austin and talking incessantly about the storms. A green massis displayed right over the city, and it swirls around in fast motion, too fastfor any normal storm. It seems to cover several counties in Central Texas.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Storms and tornadoes in this area, the weatherman indicates,pointing to the green blob. I zoom in to the image and I don’t see anythingsevere indicated, which seems good, but I also don’t understand why we arehaving a tornado, and it seems like an odd weather event. Perhaps this is whyit’s bright outside, an unusual weather phenomenon.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Again I look outside and while it remains bright, there isno rain, contradicting what is shown on the TV. I can’t explain this, and takeit as another weird sign.[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I wake up, and my body will not come to an alert level. Ihave the sleep paralysis and it takes me some minutes before I can move. When Ido it takes great effort to move my legs and hand. I feel like I have beenperforming vigorous activity in my sleep. A full 15 minutes pass before I evendecide to stay alert and awake.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]Last night was an incredible night for dreaming! Not the best ever, butpretty damn good![/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I skipped going back to sleep yesterday morning and went to bed earlier thanusual, and the results were fantastic! I not only had lucidity but thoughts pertaining to the forum plagued my mind all night long.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]Falling almost immediately to sleep from SP I went right in to dreaming,something I don't usually get to do on the first sleep cycle, but as I havebeen ill of late I was apparently ready for dreaming. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I saw in front of me a patch of woods, brambles perhaps, surrounded byforest. The foliage was thick, deep, and concealed anything behind it. Lookingat it for a moment I realized that I wanted to see a wolf there (seemedfitting) and on command one appeared.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]A white wolf poked its head right out of the middle of the shrub and simplystared at me, eyes aglow with an unnatural color. For most people this might bea frightening image, encountering a hungry-looking wolf in the middle of theforest but I was not scared, and instantly I knew I was dreaming. My desire hadbrought the wolf to appear.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I spoke to the wolf. "You're a dream, aren't you?" The wolf saidnothing, nor did it cock its head, but I could see its tongue ever so slightly.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]"Hmmm..." I thought for a second. "Go get your friends!"[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]The wolf retreated into the bush, barely disturbing the leaves as it went. Iwaited, thought I heard a little noise from behind the brush, and then, likemagic, the wolf returned, as did five of its wolf friends. Six heads were nowstaring at me, all with the same unnatural color and stare in their eyes. Theywere all white wolves but there was enough variation in the coloring, style offur, and shape of their heads to make each one appear distinct.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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You're my friends, aren't you?" They didn't reply, but their expression said that it was true what I spoke.

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]This is cool, I thought, now what do I do with them?[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]This thought triggered the memory of the Lucid Task of The Month, and Irealized I couldn’t remember what it was. I started to get scared that I wouldlose the dream, and I began chanting over and over, “Task of The Month! Task ofthe Month! Task of the Month!” This helped stabilize the dream and I remainedlucid. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I next turned my attention to remembering what the task was. I rememberedsomething about a toy…and then it hit me with a flash! Bring my toy to life! Itried imagining my stuffed Poof-Dog, which normally looks more like a deaf-mutegopher than a dog, but he’s quite old so he deserves a break. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]Conjuring an image of him was harder than I thought, considering how lucid Iwas, and the best I could come up with is my daughter’s stuffed dog which shealso named Poof-Dog. Unlike mine, it has ears and still retains a little fluffto its coat.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I brought it to life and made it life-size, and it looked like this:[/FONT][/SIZE]

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]It stood next to me on a leash and looked up at me happily. He was clearlyready to be played with.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I think my disappointment in not conjuring my own dog (I knew in the dreamit wasn’t my Poof-Dog) is what caused me to lose lucidity, and if the dreamcontinued on at all I don’t remember it.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]2[/SIZE][SIZE=2]nd[/SIZE][SIZE=3] dream[/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I found myself in an old brick building, like the ones built in the 50s and60s, with large glazed tiles on every wall, designed to be easy to clean buttotally soulless. I think the building came from an image of an athletic centeradjacent to a church, pulled from my memories and altered slightly. I was lastin the building during a Scouting event, perhaps three years ago.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]In the building I find myself at the bottom of a set of stairs leading downfrom the floor above. A small hall leads off to my right.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]In front of me is Kevin Spacey. He is wearing black jeans, a loose-fittingwhite shirt with buttons, and a belt. Gesturing wildly, he tells me how upsethe is with *something* and the only word I can think of to describe him is “maniacal”,and this is more of a thought than anything spoken in the dream.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I woke up with the word “maniacal” filling my head. Not mad, not crazy…maniacal.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]3[/SIZE][SIZE=2]rd[/SIZE][SIZE=3] dream[/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I find my thoughts filled with reminders of lucidity, probably due to continuousinfluence of the forum. These thoughts seem to run around my mind all nightlong.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]The first thing I can recall is standing on the side of a hillside road in California.The road is curvy, with switchbacks, and both sides of the road are coveredwith thick grasses and the occasional wildflower. The grass is tall, brittle, andyellow in color as often seen in California on the western slopes of hills thatborder the Bay Area. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]Standing a few feet in front of me is Patrick Stewart. He is wearing blackpants, sleek, like the ones he often appears in on STTNG. His shirt is white,thin, and cottony. It makes him look human, more like the actor and less likethe Captain of the Enterprise.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]In a moment of lucidity I try to get him to say, “What the fuck is thisshit?” like I’ve seen in a few of the memes on the net. He won’t say it, andwhile I can make the words appear in the air around him he refuses to say thewords. I’m not sad but it is disappointing.[/FONT][/SIZE]

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]Fragment – I’m getting ready for my doctor’s appointment, a real-life event,and I know I’m late, but I don’t care because I can just reschedule ifsomething happens and I miss it.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]5[/SIZE][SIZE=2]th[/SIZE][SIZE=3] dream[/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman](False Awakening)[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]It is morning, and I have to get myself and my daughter ready for school.(In real life I have already done this. I’m sleeping in the chair in the livingroom while waiting for an alarm to go off, telling me it’s time to go to myappointment for my blood check.)[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I walk into the bedroom and start taking off my clothes, first my pants,then my underwear. I briefly wonder why I’m taking off my underwear when Imeant to wear them today. My daughter walks in and I tell her to go put herclothes on, we don’t have a lot of time. I turn around and walk to my dresser.Reaching in to my underwear drawer I select a pair of grey bikini briefs andslip them on.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]The dream fades and I’m awake. I’m not thinking of the dream, just of mybladder, and I head to the bathroom. I pull down my shorts and underwear, andsuddenly the dream hits me like a brick, and I honestly don’t know if I’m awakeor not. I do a quick nose-plug RC and find that I’m awake. I finish in thebathroom with a weird feeling of déjà vu.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]Walking in to the bedroom I head towards my dresser, and right on top of myunderwear drawer is the pair of grey bikini briefs I put on in the dream. Thefeeling was mind-blowing. [/FONT][/SIZE]

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]So, this dream is rather long and involved, though detailsare going to be hard to come by. I have not included even half of the visualdetail that I can recall from this dream, which remains clear despite not beingrepresentative of places in the real world.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The initial setting appears to be in the house of mychildhood best friend though I believe the dream began long before the firstscene I can recall. I walk from the hallway into the living room and I thoughtI heard someone in the house say there were wasps in the room. Posh, I thought,and headed over to the window. I think I bumped into the hive, a structurehanging in the window like a misshapen bee hive but filled with large wasps.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I possibly attempted to close the window or the bump startedthings, but either way the wasps were mad and began to swarm out of their hive.I immediately turned tail and began yelling and herding everyone to the back ofthe house, towards the back bedrooms. Wasps were not far behind.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m not sure how many people were around, somewhere betweenfour and twelve, I think. I got everyone to go into the bedroom to the right,knowing that it had a connecting passage in the loft to the other bedroom if weneeded the space. Everyone was beginning to catch their breath though I wasstill alert, and I noticed one wasp had managed to enter the room with us. Itwas flying around and didn’t seem too interested in stinging anyone, yet itclearly needed to die.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]FWAP! Someone swatted it out of the air and onto the floor.Its legs were wiggling around in the air and the wasp curled its head towardsits abdomen, as if it was trying to sit up. Someone said I should stab it andkill it, so I picked up a nearby nail and prepared to plunge it in, a maniacalfeeling of power coursing through me. I brought the nail down and ran it intothe body of the wasp. The nail stuck in, but the wasp was still alive, and Iworried that it was suffering. Perspective altered a little and the wasp seemedbigger, and I seemed smaller, though just for the moment as I pushed the naildeeper into the wasp’s body, piercing its exoskeleton and driving it through tothe carpet bed.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m not sure how, or why, but as a group we all left thehouse, possibly exiting through the back side door that led to the rear patio.From here it was time to go to work. I led my daughter into a front office tohang out in while I worked. Other children were in the building also.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Details of my work are somewhat fuzzy, though I can recallbeing tired and put out at the end of an eight-hour shift. I was sweaty also,and I can’t imagine why. This is the moment when I should have been ready to gohome, but instead I was led by someone to an adjacent warehouse-style buildingwhich housed the industrial aspects of the company. I was told I was needed tohelp get work done there.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Inside the building were large machines powered by equallylarge motors, all connected by piping and conduits hanging overhead and paintedblue. The noise from these machines was quite loud, though I was still able tohear voices properly. The room itself was cavernous, impressively large forsuch an operation, and filled wall-to-wall with equipment of various kinds. Thesetup reminded me of jobs I had at a couple of my previous companies, which wasprobably why they wanted my assistance.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]All large loads were moved by either forklift or palletjack, and I knew how to operate both. I wanted to show my skills to my unknownsupervisor so I grabbed one of the pallet jacks and stood on the forks,propelling myself down the hall using one foot. As I approached the drop-offfrom the warehouse level to the parking lot below, I made a sharp left turn andbrought the jack to a stop right at the edge, demonstrating that I couldmaneuver it with expert skill. I was smiling but it only lasted a moment.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Off to my right was the parking lot that ran between thewarehouse I was in and the building I had been working in just a little whilebefore. A group consisting mainly of children was being led up to the warehouseto help with the work, though I couldn’t imagine why they would want children.The lot looked dejected and moved slowly. Clearly none of them had any interestin working.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The group was brought inside and led to a number of worktables with chairs all around them. On the tables were components and suppliesfor assemblage, parts to some unknown item that I never examined closely. Ifeel like there were art supplies also, so the children could color, as thoughtheir artistic creations were some form of work. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I skated around the room on the pallet jack a bit andexamined some of the machinery as best as I could. It was an impressive setup,and I have always been somewhat fascinated by machinery and pumping equipment.I was familiar with some of the machinery but not with the actual industrialprocess occurring there. The building interior was a lot cleaner than any ofthe ones I had ever been in.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I headed back towards the front area of the warehouse whereI had entered initially. Some of the men were storing equipment and palletjacks right in front of the loading doors and the exit door also. I knew thiswas going to be a problem for the morning crew which would have to move allthat equipment to begin work unloading supplies from arriving trucks. It was also a fire hazard.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I went looking for the supervisor-in-charge, and found hertowards the back of the building, in a hurry to leave. She was a tall woman,skinny, with curled hair that hung just below the shoulders. Her appearancesuggested she was in her late 40’s, like an uglier Sarah Jessica Parker if thatis possible. Her clothes were clearly not suited for a manufacturing floor, adress suit and white heels which enhanced the sickly paleness of her skin.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“We really shouldn’t store all that equipment and thosepallet jacks in front of the exit and loading doors. It creates more work inthe morning when shipments need to be unloaded, and it makes it harder foreveryone to leave today.” I said this in an urgent yet polite tone.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I don’t think it’s a problem, “she replied.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“We could take all the jacks and line them up in a row alongone side of the path between rows of equipment,” I continued. “This would makeit easy to grab a jack as it is needed and wouldn’t block any doors.” I was inmy element now, and probably as lucid as I could get.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The woman clearly did not want to entertain my idea and wasin a hurry to leave, so I added, “Having them in front of the exit is a majorfire hazard, and if one of the big bosses were to come in and see that heprobably wouldn’t like it; Even more so if the facility were to get inspected.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I don’t care. I want them there.” She was short with thisresponse, and as soon as she said it she fled down the back stairs and on intoanother part of the building, presumably towards her exit. Something was wrong,and I couldn’t believe I had failed to persuade her.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I went back up to the front of the building and found mydaughter. She was asking me how long we needed to stay, and I told her I didn’tknow.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Turning slightly I asked someone how much longer I needed towork, and they said, “Until you’re 40!” [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I wasn’t sure if this meant I needed to work to that age, orstay until I reached that age, or if it was merely an odd reference to 40 hoursper week. The man’s laughter didn’t help, and all the children working in theplace still bothered me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I decided the best course was simply to take my daughter andgo home.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And we left.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]This should be interesting to write up![/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m in south Austin in my dream, and I drive to somewherealong MoPac, west of Barton Creek, near the mall and Temple Inland. I thinkthis might be where I visited the Daycare Center initially, though I’m not surewhy. I believe I was taking my daughter to school, though if this was true I’vegone way too far west of the actual school. I do know that my thoughts are thatit’s okay to leave the car here because I can just walk across the greenbelt toget home; I’ve done it before in my life.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m still in the center when Grandma and Grandpa show up.Grandma is crying, and she says it’s because she is sad that children aregrowing up! I know she means that she misses when my daughter was little, andit is really affecting her. Tears are pouring down her cheeks and she isbawling like a baby. Grandpa is standing nearby ready to offer her a tissue butI never see him do anything but stand there with his hand on her shoulder.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]My dream transports me home, and when I arrive I find my sonis still home. I ask him why he didn’t go to school and he tells me that hedidn’t want to and no one made him so he stayed home. I get a little mad and make him get dressedbecause I’m going to take him to school.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Around this time I have a random discussion with someoneabout where Shoal Creek is. Someone is saying a certain development is on thesouth side of the river because that’s where Shoal Creek is, but I arguelucidly that Shoal Creek is on the north side of the river, and I conjure a mapfrom my mind that displays Austin very accurately. I zoom in on the map andshow them the location of Shoal Creek on the north side of the river betweenLamar and the First Street bridge. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“See!” I exclaim, pointing to the map with a stabby finger.“I told you!”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I take my son to school by some unknown means (recall my caris still somewhere west of MoPac) and drop him off, though the school doesn’tappear in my dream. From here I made my way to a daycare center behind theschool where a birthday party for some kid was going on. We didn’t know the kidand he wasn’t in school with my daughter, yet we were welcomed anyway. This isodd because I had already taken my daughter to school yet I feel her presencein the dream.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking to the back area of the daycare I find myself on aneighborhood street about two blocks north of the center. This is where theparty is occurring. I look around and see many of the neighborhood streets areblocked off at this intersection, and I wonder what the people in the areathink about that, not being able to access half the neighborhood. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Blue streamer is draped across each intersection and alongthe cross streets, limiting the party area to the one long block I am on. Awoman is nearby setting up party decorations and punch. I approach her.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“How do you manage to hold a party here and not piss offhalf the neighborhood?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]She gestures towards the houses and smiles. “The peoplearound here don’t mind. Nearly all of them are on vacation anyway.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look at the nearby houses and notice that no one isaround. The streets are quiet, there are no cars driving around, no peoplewalking dogs, and all the homes seem empty. Driveways are notably unoccupiedand some homes have the windows taped up with brown paper. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]A brief thought crosses my mind that with so many peopleabsent it would be a good time to try breaking into a house or two. It wouldn’tbe difficult with so few people around, no one to see what happens at night.This thought passes quickly.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My view of the neighborhood shifts and I find myself flyinglow over one of the streets to the west, and while the flying did not triggerlucidity at first, what I notice next does. Right in the middle of theneighborhood is a small building, no bigger than a small house, made ofcinderblocks and windows. The windows are covered up with newspaper to keepprying eyes from seeing inside, and there is a sign above the door running thewidth of the building.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Oh wow! It’s SkinnyButts! I have always wanted to go toSkinnyButts!” [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Now I realize that I’m flying in a dream, and I decide Iwant a closer look inside the place. I fly myself over the building and hovernear the top of the window out front, a small corner of the window barelyuncovered. I can see inside to a kitchen and I can see a woman in a blue dressinside. I recognize her as a stripper or erotic entertainer of some kind,because that’s what SkinnyButts is. Ofcourse, this place does not exist in real life but for some reason the idea ofit seemed really attractive in the dream. [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I thought about sticking around, or going inside andspending some time there, but I know I can’t be gone too long so I leave to goback to the birthday party.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At the party there is cake for the kiddos, chocolatestickiness on their faces and hands. The adults are eating cake and chili, anitem not normally found at a birthday party. I watch, thinking that someone isgoing to get sick.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]As I think this a woman who is standing before me andtalking suddenly turns to the side and spews a large volume of liquid and chilion to the floor. I felt like I made her be sick, and I knew that others wouldsoon be throwing up as well. As if oncue, several other people also throw up just as the first woman had. Nowarning, no gagging, just turn the head to the side and spew.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I head towards the front office, thinking I better get mydaughter and head out. On the way I pass a cat standing next to a refrigerator(which I later realize looks just like the one in my home) and as I walk by thecat throws up exactly as the people had, as though a hose were inside the catspewing brownish liquid. I thought, “What kind of asshole lets a cat eat chili?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At the front office I walk up to the man operating the frontdesk and phone. I’m about to tell him I’m going to take my daughter home but I noticehe is on the phone. I instead turn to my daughter’s backpack and begin lookingfor paper and a pen. I spend the next two minutes trying to legibly write mymessage, and then I add that the chili is bad and no one should eat it. Thistwo minutes is tedious as writing legibly in a dream isn’t always easy, yetsomehow I finally managed it.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I get ready to give the note to the man, who lookssuspiciously like Barry White, when I notice a note taped to his back, oddlysticking to the fabric of his sweater. I tug at it but it doesn’t come off, andhe laughs at it. He is apparently aware it is there, and doesn’t mind it. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The office Barry White finally gets off the phone and Ireach over to hand him the note when suddenly he throws up! I couldn’t believeit! It got all over the floor and his pennyloafers, though he managed tocontain most of it to a small waste basket.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I guess I don’t need to tell him about the chili,” I think,and retract the note. I decide not to bother him as he seems occupied with hisown issues. Instead, I walk down a hall perpendicular to the one I have beenin, and along the front of the building. Here I find my daughter playing with anumber of other children along some carpeted risers and multi-level play areas.I ask her if she wants to head home, and then decide she can stay if she wantsto because there are a number of adults I trust nearby. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk out of the building and over to some nearby benches,and I realize I am in front of my son’s middle school. Various people arenearby hanging out, playing Frisbee and cutting classes. I talk to a Koreanmale who I believe to be in college though he has the youthful appearance ofsomeone in high school. He is friendly and chatty, and mentions that after theparty he and some friends are going to head over to SkinnyButts. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I find myself in a dilemma. My intention had been to go getthe car, which is still on the south side of the river along MoPac…but I wantto go to SkinnyButts as I have never been there before. I ponder how long itwould take to get the car; I could walk across the river and head down thefreeway and get the car, or I could walk across and then wait for a cab to takeme. I decide that either one would take just as long, considering the wait timefor cabs to show up, so I’m still stuck. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Knowing that I will be gone for a while and that I have somedisposable time, I decide to head over to SkinnyButts with my new friends.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I meet a man who takes care of the cosmos named Donovan. Heis tall and thin, with a sunken face and long nearly-white hair, and he is VERYimportant. He is dressed in a white robe made of a thin cottony material whichappears old and tattered. The cloth dangles around his feet, and he sports apair of leather sandals. At some point I think he may have been carrying awhite staff.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Behind him is a scene out of a sci-fi movie, or perhaps afantasy picture on the web. Colors stretch out behind him towards a black void,and I believe he does not exist in normal time or space.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He speaks to me, but the only thing I recall is that he iscalled Donovan, and he is VERY important to the Universe. I have the impressionthat others know of him and his importance, but who these others might be isnever revealed in the dream.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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The following dream is rated DV-MA. It contains strong sexual content, and is intended for mature readers only.


[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][SPOILER="The Stucco Tee-Pee"] I begin in my former home, the one I lived in until I was19. It’s a school day and several high school friends are over, hanging out andmaking noise, prior to school time. Outside, I can see lots of traffic, peopleand cars, and it seems like the school is right next door, similar to mycurrent house in real life. The time approaches for everyone to leave, and Ifind I am eager for them all to go so I can have some alone time. I don’t wantto go to school today, and on the spot I decided not to.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My “friends” all filed out of my house, talking andlaughing, their backpacks slung over their shoulders. Thank God, I thought, asthe last one left the house.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The windows outside were unlike any I have ever had in ahome. There were horizontal bars across the windows, though it seemed like theymight be a couple feet from the house itself, some kind of art-deco design thatI wasn’t sure I liked. Below the windows on the outside were xeriscaped cactusgardens and ground covered with white stone.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I thought that I might enjoy hanging out at home naked, andthe thought was pleasant, but all the windows in the house were open and un-shaded.Cars were still going by outside related to the school traffic and I didn’twant anyone to see me just hanging out in the nude, so I figured I would wait.To make the time more stressful I felt as though someone were still in thehouse, possibly my mom, the last person I wanted to see me wandering around thehouse nude.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walked towards the east side of the house, still indoors,and then walked to a side window. I could see the front yard towards the street,and immediately I became concerned. There was a space of land between my houseand the neighbor’s house, land that wasn’t fully used or developed. Towards thefront of the land three fir trees had been erected, each about 15 feet inheight, along with a sign which I presumed denoted the formation of some kindof parkland. I became angry, bothered that the city and the neighborhood dogwalkers had somehow managed to create a dog park between our two houses, anunwelcome use for this tiny piece of land. It would mean strange people walkingright outside my house at all hours leaving little piles behind to indicatetheir recent visit. Ugh, I shook.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I made my way a little farther towards the rear of the houseand somehow managed to exit to the outdoors, though there is not a door on thatside of the house. I strolled towards the front of the unused strip of land,hoping to get a little more detail on what was going on. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]A noise caught my attention and I looked back to my house, lookingup to where I had heard the noise. The house was now grey, very long, and threestories tall. At the very back of the home was a high lookout, or upper deck,perched on the back of the house and covered by a roof. A set of stairs ledbetween this outlook and a rear entrance to the home on the third floor, and itwas here that I spied one of my close friends. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“What are you doing?” she asked.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Nothing, “I said. “I’m just looking around and gettingready to take a pee.”[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]To this she did not reply, and I tugged at the zipper on mypants. I abandoned any desires that may lie towards the front of the house andinstead walked along the strip between my house and my neighbor’s home. I haddecided to use his outdoor bathroom, and it was close in front of me.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My neighbor has constructed a very elaborate outdoorbathroom. Picture a wide and tall stucco tee-pee, almost the color of curryspice, open on one whole side. The opening faced the back of the house, a clearview into the windows of the home’s dining room. At the back of the tee-pee isa large, raised structure, like a cartoon volcanic crater, except the sides arewide and smooth, and also made of stucco. This is the toilet, a wide perch tosit on while doing one’s business. The view from this ‘pot’ is expansive, andalmost feels like it is designed to be the center of attention. Around thewalls of the tee-pee a low bench is constructed which blends into the stuccowalls. Everything about this “toilet” seems designed for people to come andwatch whoever is using it.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Indeed I can see the silhouette of my neighbor inside hishouse. At first I’m not sure it’s him but then I see him moving about and it’seasy to tell the shape is that of a masculine head. He is seated at his diningtable, and doesn’t seem bothered that I am using his toilet. In the dream it wasapparently a normal occurrence for me to use his toilet.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I perch myself on the top of the (basin) and take down mypants. I am suddenly male in this dream, and I pull out my penis, which seems alittle larger than normal. I wonder to myself if I could reach it and I find Ican indeed, placing the tip between my lips and licking my own member. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Hey, check out what I can do!” I shout to some unknownfriend passing by. “Hey.” He just ignores me, either not interested in what Ican do or too polite to look. I shrug it off as they disappear from sight, notdisturbed in the least.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Realizing my ability to control elements in my dream I makemy penis bigger, longer, allowing me to enjoy more of it in my mouth. I cantake in a large portion of the length now, and the sensations are likewisestronger. My results are satisfying.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look up and see that a dinner party is going on in myneighbor’s house, and a woman is setting the table. Her dress is black withwhite polka-dots and her hair reminds me of an early 60’s housewife, short andblack with some nice curls and waves to it. The windows which previouslyallowed me to see in have been replaced by double-doors, which are open, andthis is how I am able to see her so well.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Should I stop? I thought to myself. No, they don’t mind, andI’m enjoying this. I want to go all the way. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I have two hands on my shaft as I continue to suck myself,the thickness and fullness feeling good to my hands. Additionally I am able toenjoy the sensations I experience through my penis, and my arousal couldn’t be muchhigher.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look up and again I see more people, guests of the dinnerparty, and I think they are aware of my presence because they move to close thedouble-doors, an attempt to prevent the children in attendance from seeing myactions. The doors close, and I am left alone to enjoy my pleasures.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I continue mouth-stroking my penis, and the sensations arebeginning to build. I really want to have this orgasm, and though I’m notalways super keen on taking a load I find that this time I want to feel it inmy mouth. I want the taste, the feeling of shooting into my own mouth, thedouble-sensations I experience as a giver and receiver of extreme oralpleasure. I want it all.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m almost to the point of orgasm, and I can feel theswelling of my member as it gets ready to give up its seed. I nearly achievethe over-the-edge moment but it passes without release, and the tension easesup for a few seconds. I don’t want to lose this so I strengthen my efforts,tightening my grip and squeezing myself with my lips a bit tighter. I canimagine how it will happen, and I’m so ready for this experience. I am soclose, and again the feeling is building to near the point of true release![/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And I wake up. :([/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]This is my first dream today that I remembered when I woke up at 6A.M. [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I am in a large caboose, the last car in a train that I haveno clue as to its destination. I am discussing methods of lucid dreaming withseveral people, and of particular interest to everyone is the WILD method. Anew method of WILD has been proposed, and it involves bending over so that one’srear is high in the air, and something related to the number zero.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I bend over to demonstrate, my terrycloth pink underwear ondisplay for all to see, including myself (as the observer of this dream). Atthis point something is supposed to happen with zero, but it is never madeclear. Still, a large zero is represented near me, possibly a piece ofconstruction paper with a zero printed on it.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The scene shifts to outside the train car and I am talkingto an older man about dream control. He is bearded, has thinning hair on top,and is wearing a red and black costume. For some reason I think he is Russian.He reminds me of characters I have seen from czarist Russia, with puffy pantsand slightly oversized tops that allow a lot of breathing room. The man’s pantsare tucked in to his black boots.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]This man is telling me something important, possibly awarning about not digging too deep into my subject of interest. Sadly, I cannotrecall what he was trying to warn me about.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]This is an older dream, perhaps a week old, that I forgot towrite down. I took some notes when I woke up so I’m pulling that dream from mymemory. I know I have forgotten some details.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m racing through Zilker Park as part of a competition, orreality show. I passed by a fat Asian boy holding a lollipop. He was smilingand walking in the rain, wearing shorts that were about ten sizes too small. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I came to the bridge at the entrance to Zilker Park andthere was water flowing over it, lots of water. The rain had created quite aflood, and the runoff was flowing onto the bridge and down through a cutout inthe side of the bridge designed as an outflow. As I approached it the waterturned to ice, not smooth like a sheet but mixture of crunchy ice, snow, andwater. I slipped and fell, and my wonderturned to fright as I slid towards the opening in the side of the bridge. [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I must have got my footing at some point because stopped andgot up, peering over the side of the fall. I moved in slow motion to look overthe side, my view showing me exactly where I would have fallen to had I notstopped sliding. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The dream shifts and I am in north Austin, outside somestrip of office buildings. Two associates of mine (best word I have for them)had been waiting on my arrival. I had been delayed by driving the van throughrain and ice. They didn’t understand why I had such a big van and initiallymade fun of me, but I told them it was to help me move the drier and otherlarge pieces of furniture and appliances. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]After I loaded up some big objects into the van I turnedback towards the two men, who remained near the building. I walked across theparking lot to the table they were sitting at. Their stares were bent on an oldtelevision, perhaps 30 years old with a 14” screen. The News was on, and thereporter was saying that Jack Black was dead, apparently from falling andslipping down an ice/water fall on Barton springs Road. I put my fingers to myface and remembered what had happened. I said, “I was there, and I think I wasthe last person to see Jack Black alive.” I shifted into a memory of standingon the bridge and watching Jack black approach me, happy and loud as he usuallyis. As he approached me he slipped and fell down the outflow, landing on asmall island of rock and ice in the creek below. I even watched him fall, freaking out as hewent over the edge, but I seemed to skip over the impact and he was just deadand lying on the ice.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]At this point I was aware of the dream because I honestlywasn’t worried about Jack Black dying. I realized I never even bothered toreport it to anyone, and still wasn’t upset that it had happened. My memory shifted back to the table and thetwo men, and I told them what I remembered. No one ever seemed shocked.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I still did not report the death and left in the van. I wasdriving along a road in western Arkansas, a place I have never been in reallife. The trees are abundant on one side of the road, a fenced field on theother. My view is like a movie camera in a helicopter, an interestingperspective.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I traveled to a high school that looked nothing like the oneI went to. I’m in front of the school and many students were passing me. Iwalked to get onto a school bus, and for some reason my feet were not workingproperly, like I was partially crippled. Some kids asked me if I was O.K. and Ireplied I was, feeling happy that they were showing concern for me instead ofbullying me as I had feared they would. As I climbed up the same kids followedme onto the bus. I walked back a couple seats and found a place to sit. Iclimbed up onto the merry-go-round horse that I was supposed to sit on, usingthe back of another kid to boost me up. I had to get around a nearby baby toget to the animal-seat. Mounting the seat I began taking off my shoes, handingthem to a nearby boy who was reaching out his hand to help me. I thought, “Howpolite people are at this school, “and then I handed him my other shoe just asthe bus began to move.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I went to Amazon.com , a large building with slopinghillsides outside the entrance covered with a plant that had been carefully cutto a height of about 8 inches. I was standing outside the building on thesidewalk that ran along the perimeter drive of the parking lot usually reservedfor dropping off people at the entrance. I had a large plastic shopping bagwhich I was furiously stuffing small paperback copies of Isaac Asimov books intowith the intent of having them stored at Amazon. I stopped and debated with myselfabout putting all of them into storage, or whether I might want to keep someout for my own use.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And the dream ended.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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Sadly, this was one of those dreams I almost entirely forgot as my daughter shook me awake. This is a normal problem.

I was a secret agent, and even better, I was a bear. I had fellow bears that were also agents. Our job was to investigate the activities of the pigs, and stop their nefarious plans.

I really wish I knew what those plans might have been.

I recall carrying a briefcase that had information on the plans of the pigs, and I think I was at a trainstation.


I had another dream, again about being a secret agent, but this time I was a butterfly. I was surrounded by other butterflies, and we were all flying into the sky, presumably towards the sun. The other butterflies were all kinds of pastel colors, mainly blue, and as a group we formed a twisting column rising into the sky.

Some of the images reminded me of what I saw (and posted pictures of) at the Umlauf Sculpture Museum, particularly the Butterfly Project.

I liked this dream but I would have loved to recall more detail. Darn kids.

So, a little background. I was attempting to have a Lucid Dream to meet Tom Selleck, inspired by the Task of The Month thread. I would normally attempt to see Isaac Asimov (I'm a big fan) but as he is dead and I only ever saw a few pictures of him, I decided that Tom Selleck would fit as I spent a lot of time as a child watching Magnum P.I. and I still think he's awesome!


The first thing I remember is being in my home, though it was a little different as there were shelves all over the place, and they were filled with items like suntan lotion, beach balls, flip-flops, and the whole place smelled like coconut oil and rubber. I said to myself, "I must be in Hawaii!" and as I said this I turned around to find myself facing the beach. I was close to the waterline, perhaps ten feet from where the small waves were gently rolling up on the sand. Around me were a number of people, all busy moving umbrellas and lighting equipment and some cases that contained equipment of some kind.

Immediately I thought , "Ooh! I'm going to meet Tom Selleck! I wonder where he is?" I saw a tiki bar to my left and I headed in that direction, knowing it might be a good place to find him. On the way there I realized I was very thirsty, and I couldn't wait to get to the bar. A large equipment case was near me, placed halfway in the water, and there was a Ginger Ale on top. I saw a guy who I thought I recognized nearby and I asked him, "Do you mind if I have some of your drink?" He turned around and I was disappointed to find that it was Stephen Spielberg. He looked bothered that I had asked to have some of his drink but he just said, "Yeah, go ahead."

I didn't hesitate to pop the tab on the can and drank a third of the beverage in no time. I placed it back down and said, "Here. I only drank a third of it." He grumbled but didn't say anything about it. He instead approached me directly and said, "We need you on set right over there." He pointed to a nearby spot in the water where the crew was setting up props, and I realized I was an actress. I looked down and decided that I wanted to be wearing a grass skirt, and by the time I saw my lower half the skirt was there.

Despite Stephen Spielberg's lackluster attitude I was excited, and I asked, "Is Tom Selleck around here? I really want to meet him." The director replied, "He's not here today." and walked off, leaving me standing in the waves. I was sad, and my disappointment ended any chance of lucidity I had.

I walked back to the hotel and went to my room, a large space with big windows and white curtains and sheets. The bed was large and soft, and I sat down on it. The walls were brown, and normally I wouldn't pick that color for walls but it looked nice. TV didn't interest me so I went downstairs to the bar. I was going to order a drink but I realized I needed to use the bathroom and went off to the side of the bar and back into the stockroom, where a toilet was located and surrounded by clutter. I had to pull it out from the clutter to even be able to sit on it.

Apparently tropical drinks weren't agreeing with me that day and I had a fairly soft *poop* that I wanted to get rid of before anyone saw me. I thought I was reaching for the toilet paper but instead I was using paper towels, which were effective in cleaning my butt yet also effective at spreading the mess. I got some on my shirt at one point and I clickly removed that.

When I finally cleaned myself up I went back out to the bar and PhilosopherStoned was tending bar. He had a large scar on his head and was wiping down glasses with a rag. He just gave me a smug look and I walked on past.

I stepped from the bar to an office building, or school (not sure which) that was located in the city of Westlake Hills, on the west side of Austin. The office(?) was managed by a large black woman in a blue uniform, and she was chewing gum.

And then my dream ended.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My dad has taken me and the family to Manfred’s Restaurant,in San Francisco. Manfred’s is a diner-style burger joint, complete with boothsand a long bar with barstools. Behind the bar is where the waitresses stand,taking orders and serving up witty remarks.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At the end of the bar, far from the door, two old guys sitand talk, and by their appearance and familiarity with each other it’s obviousthey sit here every day, rain or shine. Both men are in long overcoats and havetheir hats sitting on the bar next to their food.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We are led to a booth somewhere near the back of therestaurant, across from the old guys. I ask if the burgers are really big, andthe waitress holds up a plate with a massive burger on it. The bun is threetimes normal size, the meat is double-layered and heavy, and the cheese ismelting out the sides, peeking out from under the lettuce and tomato. Somepickle slices are on the side.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“That is a BIG burger, “I tell her.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“You bet it is!” the two old men chime in unison.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“…but I don’t want to see even a single pickle with myburger, do you understand me?” I try to make this last point clear withoutsounding like an ass.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The waitress replies, “No problem!” She turns around to submitthe order to the short-order cook behind her.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]While my order is cooking I decide to leave my group andstep outside, for air or a change of scenery I don’t know. What I see outsideis so unexpected I nearly drop my jaw in amazement.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Standing in front of me, larger than life, are magic horses.I know of no other way to describe the sight before me. One horse is standingon top of another horse, perfectly balanced, and the bottom horse is walkingpast the restaurant, seemingly part of a travelling magic show, or possibly anew circus act on the way into town. I’m staring at this, just dumbfounded,amazed that such a feat is possible.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As the balancing act passes by, another horse appears to myright, and this animal is very tall, with legs twice as long as they should befor a horse. The element of magic is apparent in these animals, and I amreminded of when I was a kid staring up at animals bigger than me, wonderinghow they do what they do.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]All this excitement and fanfare is passing by, and I followa crowd of people moving in the opposite direction. I have only moved a fewfeet from the door and I come upon a pile of broken glass on the sidewalk, nearthe corner of the building. Being a helpful citizen I begin picking up thelarge, red glass shards. Some are larger than my hand, and all have sharpedges. Only half way through and with my hand full I pick up one more piece ofglass and get a small cut, though the sting is enough to make me jerk my hand,spilling most of the glass back onto the sidewalk.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m disappointed in myself but the pain is real, so I headback towards the restaurant, knowing I can get cleaned up inside. By the door,next to a large potted plant, I come upon another pile of broken glass, and Ifind myself wondering how so much mess got there.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Inside, the restaurant is now quite crowded, packed, and Iveer to my right to where I suppose the bathroom ought to be. I go up a set of three stairs and intoanother room filled with tables and hungry patrons, looking around for the dooror hall to a bathroom but none is visible. Either the bathroom has been moved,I think, or this restaurant has no bathroom. I had intended to wash my handsafter picking up glass but I guess I won’t.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk back into the main part of the diner and find mydaughter sitting on one of the stools, a strange man sitting next to her andgrinning wide. I sit down between him and her and put my arm around her,suddenly mad that my dad has left her sitting here by herself, while he and myson moved to the far end of the bar to get away from the crowd and the singing.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Off to my left and closer to the door a heavyset man isbelting out an almost operatic melody, but somehow it is comical and garish. Heis dressed in a blue cape, covering a white shirt and wide pants. He has a tallblack hat on his head, and is sporting a large, dark mustache. I presume he issome form of Italian opera clown, and I turn my back to him and his awkwardappearance.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I want to move down to the end by my dad, but suddenly Ifind myself on a moving bar stool, one of the most unusual experiences I’veever had in a restaurant. My stool is still attached to the floor, but thesection of the floor below me is moving, taking me and my stool in an ovulararc around the restaurant. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The other customers in the diner find this weird also, andmore than half of them leave, put off by a combination of confusion at themoving floor and the really bad singing by the fat man at the door. I don’tblame them. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]After three or four spins around the room the circulating floorstops, and I come to a rest halfway down the bar from where I had been.Standing up I find myself dizzy, wobbly, and disoriented, an odd sensation fora dream. I can’t recall ever experiencing this in a dream before, and I have abrief hint at lucidity.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk over to my dad, still sitting at the end of the bar,and I ask him where my burger is.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Oh, I sent that bad boy home.” He says almost gruffly,gesturing at the counter waitress. I presume he means he sent it back, and I amupset that my burger is gone. I’m hungry, and I need something to make up forthe glass and orbiting stool.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“No, it’s in here.” The waitress opens up my daughter’sbackpack and inside is my burger and the awesome French fries it comes with. Ilook around but there are no pickles, so I am satisfied.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Fast forward to the drive home; We are in my SUV, drivingtowards Alameda, and I’m talking to my dad casually. As we approach a freewayunderpass I turn to him and say, “I love you very much, dad, but if you ever doanything like that again, I’ll kill you.” I mean this in a non-violent way,jokingly, to emphasize how I didn’t like him leaving my daughter or placing myfood in her backpack, but I pause and contemplate what I just said, and I feelbad. I don’t want him to think I hate him, though I am upset, and now my mindis lost in thoughts of remorse.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I suddenly comeback to reality and find that no one isdriving the SUV, and I literally ask, “Who’s driving the car?” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT][FONT="Calibri"]And then I wake up.[/FONT]