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I go with my wife to the home of a famous Spanish politician who is now retired. There are many people in the house and they received us very well. We all sat around a table and my wife begins to tell her story when she was working in a construction company, she says to them issues of economy. Meanwhile, I'm eating, they have offered me a dish that I find delicious, I look at the ingredients that attract my attention, I think it takes peppers and some other ingredients that can not identify, I like it very much, the dish has a large amount of food, but I think I'm going to eat it all. Then I go out with the host outside the house, there is a large garden and have many animals, on the far side I see a group of young cows playing with some children, near me I see several dogs and cats. We go back into the house and my wife is still talking to several people, she is excited and she is crying because the topics that she talks about are important to her. I sit back down at the table and I eat again, this time is something sweet, a kind of chocolate cake stuffed with pistachios and I like a lot. They treat us very well and we are at ease, I think it's great that a person who is known publicly invite us to his home and also my wife can unburden telling her stories.

DB
The scene is from Dragonball. I'm only a spectator. Someone (Frieza?) has assembled all Dragonballs and wants to make a wish. Piccolo and I think also young Gohan and Krillin are there to stop him. Piccolo has transformed his body a bit, super sizing certain parts. He comes flying in and smashes Frieza away, to the surprise of Krillin. Piccolo makes a comment that it's no wonder that Kami doesn't trust [it was Kami or Mr. Popo]. Piccolo shoots some purple ki at the Dragonballs, covering them with sand I think. He could've also just made a wish so that Frieza couldn't anymore, but ok.

They've turned their backs on Frieza for a bit too long. He's launched a big ass purple energy bomb which will destroy the Earth. It travels around a bit and Goku appears to deal with it. I think he may have gone Super Saiyan (4). He flies in the same direction as the bomb, passes it, makes a u-turn and kicks it so hard that it flies into outer space in perhaps 2 seconds, where it collides with another planet and destroys that one instead. Whoops.

PT
I'm at my physical therapist (PT), at the basement level. I slowly open the door, but there is a white girl with dark hair working out. I close it again. The intern that I sometimes work together with tells me to wait. Yeah my bad. Suddenly, 10 minutes before my appointment starts, I realise that I'm not wearing my workout outfit. I ask if there is enough time to cycle home real quick and grab it. My PT says it's ok, but that I should make it back in time. I tell him I will with my bicycle, though it's a total piece of crap.

Once outside I decide to take some hybrid of a bus and taxi instead. It has scheduled departures/arrivals and I know I will be late by a few minutes. On the way back, if there is no bus, I can just run back to my PT. That way I will have done the warmup already. The driver pulls into a side street that's not on the route, to accommodate a girl. Sure, close enough. We all get out. I pay him about 4.000 IDR, plus some EUR because those coins were just in my wallet.

I'm walking along the length of a wall. I jump off and on it one time. Then I jump off it one last time with a webster [frontflip variation]. Nailed it. Nice, after all this time. I'm walking into my street now. Instead of the houses on the corner I see a beautiful park. Nice. I didn't know I could also enter the park from this side. I have a small fire extinguisher in my hand. I'm trying to walk home but it's as if I'm fighting through an invisible force to get home. Eventually I realise that the extinguisher is holding me back. I realise it and it immediately flies into every direction. I duck for cover.

WILDed before sleep - lots of sinking sensations and sensations of moving around.

1) I was stood at the back of my house with a work colleague. I was pointing with a stick at some overhead power lines showing him where there was a fault, he asked about a church in the distance I knew he was looking for a house locally and was thinking about converting it. We went into the lounge and I introduced him to our neighbour who has converted an old building and now lived in it. Then I was walking back down a corridor past my guitar and turned the corner, I loked back and the guitar had started playing itself, I knew that something supernatural was happening. I woke in my bed and saw the guitar standing by the wall in my bedroom, I knew immediately that I was still dreaming. I wanted to look at my hand to check that but couldn't move, although I just caught sight of my hand and it wasn't right. I thought that if I couldn't move I would try to OBE so concentrated on trying to move upwards, that didn't work. I tried to sit up - that was hard work! but I managed it, then I tried to move my legs, that was really difficult, I moved them and swung around, my body felt very difficult to control and feather light. My legs sort of floated down on top of my wife and I was worried I might wake her up. I was stuck by my pelvis, so I sort of flopped my legs and head down over the side of the bed thinking that I might just drop down onto the floor. I could see the carpet. Nothing happened I was still stuck by my pelvis. At this point it was such hard work and I was feeling very strange so I returned properly to my body and woke myself up.

2) I was on the phone to a DV friend. She insisted on talking in her own language and I couldn't understand a word, I think she thought it was funny, eventually she started talking in English. We had something to discuss, and I said it was nice to hear her voice and we said goodbye.

3) I was with a work colleague from many years ago when I was 20. We got in the lift together at a hotel, someone else got in and we went to the ground floor. I went to a bog desk to pick up a jumper, I was going with a big group of people out on a trip and had to be with them by 9am. I asked for my jumper and was told to wait. I looked at my watch and it was already 9.45. I saw the queu of people behind me being served. the lady was giving out suitcases and polishing them up for the other customers. I gave up waiting, but had missed the trip. The I was in a sort of nightclub type room there was a dog there, I cuddled it and noticed that it had a serious head injury and a maggot was crawling out of the injury. I asked and was told that the vet had already seen it and given antibiotics. I wake through to another room in the hotle. There were people around the room selling services, I remembered that there was a list given out before listing all the things that would be there. I read the notice in front of a stall - I couldn't understand what it was all about and asked the man there as it looked like he was selling drugs, he insisted that he wasn't but I still couldn't understand exactly what he was selling.

4/6/16

I'm in a subway tunnel, It could be Central Station. I'm with a bunch of other people in the middle of a sea of people, playing my guitar. We're apparently putting on a show. Things are going well, we've got a small crowd starting to form around us. A woman dancing closer to me catches my eye and I notice a big bald muscular guy shove her and step in front of her. I point at him and he just takes off. I wink at the woman and continue playing. Damn I'm smooth.

Dreamskip


We're playing another gig, in this crazy looking house. There are hanging plants hanging from the ceiling, which is made of glass, and the floor underneath us is also glass, showing a coral reef beneath us. We're playing when suddenly I forget how to play the next song completely, and take the guitar strap off my shoulder and hand my grey guitar to my bandmate who is also a guitarist and ask her to cover for me. The rest of the band is still playing, and I raise my eyebrows quickly and make the praying sign with my hands then smile. Before we get to continue the house seems to drop away, and somehow I know we're drifting in the ocean. I walk outside and there are people in the water, holding onto some beams connected to the house. I walk across one and see someone I know in waking life. She looks up and says "The only thing we have in common is music and now we're stuck in the middle of no-where. What am I going to do now?" I hand her a bottle of olive oil and wake up. Cool.

I was searching for something whenever i saw a container of women's razors. In my dream I was suprised and thought about how I needed some, then I woke up.

Writing this hours after I woke up so I don't remember much.. But I had a G/T dream tonight, which is very very nice, and I've had one or two other G/T dreams recently too, so that's A+..

There's this society of tinies that are in need of help, so I relocate them to this old rundown house that's been halfway reclaimed by nature already. The structure would provide them protection while the state of it would allow them to cultivate it as they see fit.. I stay for a little while and then leave.. I think there was 1-3 other people with me as well. Later, I come back, and a lot of time has passed. They're all happy to see me but maybe a little apprehensive about it, as I said I wouldn't be coming back. I don't remember what I was there for, but a tiny says to me that he's been struggling to grow enough food to feed his family, and he needs my help. I go into one of the rooms they don't use, which used to be a teenage boy's. There's a wide crack in the floor, and i dig through it until I find a couple handfuls of peanuts. Last time me and the people I was with were here, we knew there were peanuts around (we saw them on the "map" on the top right of our vision - which the dream had taken right from WoW) but we couldn't find them. I was very happy to give them to the guy. I knew that every peanut could be planted and would grow a plentiful peanut tree. A couple handfuls would be way more than enough for them at that size.

There was some other thing about a ride that was somehow the "equivalent" of Splash Mountain from Disney World. I think there was something to do with cats on it? It was significantly less scary for me, for one thing. Splash Mountain freaks me out IRL. There was a part that was equivalent to the end of splash mountain where you go down the hill and splash into the water, except we were actually underwater for a bit. This was kinda scary to me.

There were times during this dream (these times happen fairly regularly now) where I wasn't aware that it was a dream, but I was aware that I had some control over it, and that my expectation of reality affected reality itself. I used this knowledge to try and find a tiny out where it was more dangerous for them, at the bottom of the stairs (which were now the stairs at my house), and I was going to ask them what they were doing there, just because that would be a fun plot point or whatever. I struggled in making them appear, and I'm not sure that I actually succeeded. I think I must have to some extent, because I remember being surprised to see two children with the mother tiny, when I had just been trying to summon a single adult tiny.

5/4/16
Dream 1: A whole bunch of young people were trying to register to vote, however the staff at the polls told them they weren't allowed. There were supposedly dead people who were taking up their places on the register. They walked away disappointedly and grumbled under their breath how no one really represented them anyway.

Dream 2: A few kids were having a limbo race around a pole in a basement somewhere.

Dream 3: I was playing Skyrim as some sort of vampire hunter. I wound up in a barrow somewhere, probably on a mission to find and destroy a vampire. I walked through some tunnels in the barrow and then ended up in a large, open chamber where a strange, hermit like guy standing up on an altar. He turned around and smiled at me, then began telling me how I had fallen for his trap and he was now going to unleash a great terror upon the world. He performed some ritual, and smoke began gathering around the altar and a few skeletons began clambering out of their graves. I backed up a bit and then pulled out my crossbow and loaded an explosive fire bolt. I waited until the skeletons reached near to the strange ritual guy and then I fired, obliterating the skeletons and surely killing that guy. The smoke was still forming around the altar however, taking form as an ancient vampire. I run out of the barrow, unsure whether the vampire saw me or not, and addle up my horse to head home and devise a plan of attack. As I near my home however I see the vampire, floating above the air, along with the ritual guy. I am stunned, and asked him how on earth he survived. He told me that the vampire had resurrected him and now he was going to end me. As the vampire flew towards me, fast as a bullet, I unveiled my secret weapon, shouts. I used slow time and then calmly pulled out my crossbow. The vampire was now basically walking towards me, still closing the distance but giving me time to react. I pulled out another explosive bolt and loaded before shooting it directly into the chest of the vampire. It exploded in it just as the shout ended and he was obliterated, with the ritual guy turning into dust as well.

Dream 4: I was on a train and a woman appeared next to me out of thin air. I'm not sure but I think she walked away and then another woman came up next to me. She began complaining about 'women's problems', which turned out to be lines and women's toilets and Shane Watson wearing pink on his cricket outfit.

Dream 5: I was playing Scrolls somehow, after a very long break. I began playing a growth deck to re-familiarise myself with the game. After a few matches I began a trial and found myself getting owned. I then went on the internet and asked people what the strongest decks in the game were at the moment so I could get good again.

Dream 6: A channel 7 reporter managed to get an interview with Vladimir Putin, walking and talking about his dreams and goals. He told the reporter that he wanted the world to be separated into countries/states divided by traditional ethnic lines. He then provided a map split up in the way he wanted, and I began to study it. In Australia we would have been split up into about 40 different states, and i found the one where I would end up in. I looked close at the map and saw how incredibly detailed it was, featuring buildings and cities and stuff.

Dream 7: I was in Rome with my family. We saw some of the main sites there and then went up a hill to an outlook. It turned out that it was overhanging a waterfall which you could dive down into the pool below if you were brave enough. We saw there was a trampoline halfway up right on the edge where a little kid was bouncing on. We passed him up to the top and saw the view, then tried to get my little brother to jump into the pool. He was very scared and didn't want to, but then an old guy came up and dived off, doing a 1.5 front flip and landing beautifully. This seemed to bolster my brother but I woke up before he did or didn't jump.

Forgot to write my journal this morning so my memories are very muddled:

1) Wandering around a large greenhouse with corridors, getting ready for visitors, standing by a large wooden table doing something. Lots of very famous people were expected. I remember that Saddam Hussein was there. Then there were more famous people arriving it was a hot sunny day and they were all extremely rich. I watched a couple get out of a very expensive sports car, they were both dressed in designer clothes with very expensive gold watches, the wife was having a go at her husband about something I thought they looked extremely rich and spoilt and didn't like them. Everyone was arriving and walking to the building opposite which was a hotel. Then I was sat in a corner and I had a small radio, I think it was a walkie talkie but I was playing with the aerial and trying to tune it in.

2) Sitting in a chair reading a newspaper, I dropped something into it (?food) and folded it in half. I remember thinking that it was good to feel my emotions, I can't remember why though.

Today I changed things up again. I found a new source of video's. Thx, Nimbulus. I used one to induce a nap today & my Lucid Dream lasted a really long time. I had headphones on & I wore a facemask that holds your eyelids shut. I'll start off w/ what I ate & then write my dream. I tried to eat a glass but that didn't work. I think it was because I have reoccurring dreams where I eat my teeth. ( I secretly hoped I would have become lucid in that nightmare & that would have easily have met the challenge). So I tried for what else was near me because I was afraid I Would wake up & not complete a task. I tried to each a pencil first & it was just the tip & tasted like lead, which I remembered from using all those yrs in school getting pencil lead on my hands. It was just too hard to eat the whole thing. Then, I ate cardboard. It tasted like dirt & was difficult to eat & the texture was gritty. I ate a piece of paper which didn't have much of a taste at all, it was just chewy & my saliva broke it down. I also ate a piece of wood. It seemed to take on an easier chewy sensation. The texture was splintery at first but softened in my mouth & had a earthy taste, more than a dirt taste. It seemed to almost take on a taste that wasn't bad but, nothing I'd want to try again unless I was starving....

Now back to my dream. I was in a tavern, in a town that was dusty & old & there were alot of ppl. None of which I knew. I realized I was lucid & tried to open my eyes & since I had a facemask on in real life, I just dissmissed this thought & I could suddenly see even more clearly. I immediately knew to look for objects to eat & got that out of the way. I also tried to ask ppl if they were LD's instead of DC's so I could try for another task but the DC thing eluded me so I decided I had done enough for one lucid dream where tasks were concerned & decided to try & enjoy my stay. I tried to explain to ppl that I had come into my dream conciously, hoping someone would start talking to me about the subject. Saying something like. "I'm one of your Spirit Guides", or something. I spent quite a great deal of time looking for ppl like that. But then I moved on. I was healing ppl. The conditions there were not good. I helped to heal ppl while I was there. Something compelled me to do this which was really strange. But I'd put my hands on them & pull out their illness & then cast out the feeling by difuzing the energy first. There was alot of talking & alot of levels to the building we were in.... I spent a great deal of time flying. It's like an addiction in a LD. I just do it. I don't walk very much at all now. Flying through halls is alot faster. Of course I also had to fly outside to feed the rush. This was the first time I flew up to where I was above the earth, through the clouds and amongst the stars... This was so very new to me & incredibly enlightening. Its was such a free feeling.....

From memory from about a week ago:

+ I'm outside, with my arms up on a fence or a car hood. A bit white bird (like a goose) has grabbed both my hands with its feet and is over me in the air flapping its wings desperately, trying to carry me away. I feel the force it is exerting on me but it's clearly not enough to get me off the ground but the bird keeps trying. I think this is hilarious and call out for me kids who are a few feet away to check this out, "Hey! Look what this bird's trying to do!"

+ I'm coming up on my first new car parked outside on the street. As I walk along side it I notice that there are 3-4 people sitting inside the car. I open the front driverside door and see there is a guy sitting in the driver's seat with a short stub of a cigarette/joint in his mouth, he's smoking away. I get really mad and scream at them all to get out of my car. At first they don't move. Later I get in the car and I notice they've: 1) taken all the change from the change drawers, 2) taken away the door lock knobs (old push down/pull up kind), 3) taken strips of the paneling off of the doors.

I enter a fast food place (McDonald's?), the girl from the smoker group in the car is there with her mother. I ignore her even though I notice her, and I know she notices me. I go up to the counter and am trying to select the right kind of shrimp dish, the chef offers several different varieties including a "scampi" looking dish.

Back outside, a crowd gathering of young people on a stage. Some of them are smokers from the car thing?

In a back porch of some kind, there is a table with food on it. Inside the house is a young, fat girl eating some creamy thing on a cone. I use this as an example to my son, "see, if you eat that much cream you will get fat."

In the backyard of a large house. Some people are moving into the bungalow back there, I don't want them to move in there, I find out my wife has allowed them to live there. They have chickens and dogs. I am very against the dogs being there. There are two small/medium sized dogs and I take a liking to them and pet them for a while.

A crowd of supplicants arrive to ask me favor in the backyard, and I drive them out of the backyard on to the sidewalk and close and bar the fence behind them. I then turn around and head back into the yard, there is a little "moat" line that I must cross on a little rickety bridge made out of something like thin sticks of bamboo that are sharpened, I think this is a good way to keep people out.

Inside the house more supplicants have arrived. I shoo them out of the door. I then turn to the house keeper, "Tanya," and tell her that we should say "thank you but no," and not let them in to bother us. She is visibly flustered at this direction, and says that the prior owners didn't have this policy. "I'm the owner now and this is my policy" I assert to her.

I'm standing inside the house looking at a very large, tall mechanical contraption. There are rows of spools pushing some kind of long wide ribbon around at high speed, like an automated factory. At first I think there are LEDs attached to the underside of the ribbon and at regular intervals the LEDs are flashing a signal into the structure. It seems like some giant weird printing press. It is really big and full of moving parts all working at once. In front of me there is a feeder providing more and more of this ribbon thing into the machine.

2mg of melatonin at bedtime to assist in jet-leg time adjustment

a lot of dreams all night long, many wakings, no recording so early recall detail mostly lost

+(f) dream about lucid dreaming, talking about it

+(f) something with fogelbise

+ I'm in a place outdoors and I go to a locked gate to let somebody I know inside. I then lock the gate. Then (3?) people including an adult male and adult female with tanned skin appear and I know they're expecting me to open the gate for them. But I don't want to, I shouldn't open the gate for just anybody. I stand there and eventually unlock the gate, they come through. The woman walks forwards and down a path ahead, moving through the area.

Something about shooting arrows?

I'm in a building to the side of the path, and have a long key in my hand and I insert it into a large, circular, strange, curvy lock. I turn the key and pull the key out and look at it. One of the key's 3 "bumps" is now slightly bent in order to match the curvature of the lock.

I'm walking past some people sitting on a picnic blanket (on the sand?) and recognize them as my father and sister. I'm standing over them looking down and I "recognize" my father's watch so I know it's him. I know they're there to honor my mother who passed away last year.

I walk to a corner of the sand area and offer everyone to come over there with me. I lie down and run my arms through the dusty sand and say "it's great over here!". There's a girl who's topless and I realize she has developed breasts and I look at her some more but never get a solid clear view.

I don't remember my dream

Vegetarianism

I was hanging out with my friend who has kindof dumped my recently IWL partly because he is going through some serious stuff with his own family and he is having a change of lifestyle. I am kindof happy this is happening because his attitude is different from mine. He likes fast cars, alcohol, cigars and women whereas I do admit I like all those things too but would rather not go there. So he was there and I think this hightened my awareness in the dream because he was running after wasps hitting them and then squeezing them but they would not die properly and were flying over to me to sting me. I was trying not to get angry even thoough the situation was crazy. I started telling him that if we are nice to beings in the world we can make a big difference but he just continued on. The next thing the same story just magnified into a full on War. I was protecting a group of people while a chopper landed in front of us. A load of men came out with full armour and some kind of machine gun I had never seen before. They captured the people and I managed to get away. They were not looking for me they were looking for the indigenous people to wipe out the spiritual culture and bring on the industrialisation. It was an Avatar type thing. I was suprised at how brave I was and not a bit scared. This makes me think that I must have had some level of lucidity but not recognised it was a dream. This is still taking things a little too seriously and fighting for a cause. I have a sense still that there is something to change and not fully in the dream. I then ran up a number of floors in an office block to let them know and try and find someone official. Of course this is a classic dream sign of running around in circles and not becoming lucid.

Some big catastrophe happened & I was living in this big mansion & it had beautiful grounds. The only person I recognized was one of my twin daughters, Ashley. We were trying to deal w/ a lot of people trying to get us to give them supplies but our supplies were running out. I felt terrible that I couldn't give more because they assumed that we were lying to them due to the big house but we just didn't have very much left & this was about survival. It was a constant battle to try to keep these ppl out of our house & off of the property. I had this sense of dread that we were going to die if they managed to get in & take the last of our supplies. I was very glad when I woke up but I wish I had become lucid so I could have used this nightmare to my advantage.

I am in an office like one of my old jobs. It's a large room with a maze of cubicles but the walls are low enough that you can see everyone. I am in the corner of the room, so I am in a good position to see everything in front of me. I have two computer monitors. On the left one, there is a text editor showing a dense spaghetti of code. On the right one, there is a complicated-looking scene in a 3D-modelling program. But only I know that these are not running programs. They are screenshots that I have set as my desktop background so as to look like I am busy. I am actually tinkering with my phone, but look up when a coworker addresses me.

His name is David. He is talking with another coworker named Adam. David asks me: "Is it LGBT or GLBT? Adam thinks it's GLBT, but that's wrong, isn't it?"

I reply: "Why don't you look it up from the source?" I know that LGBT is the more popular form, at least around these parts. But asking me isn't the best way to get the answer.

They both ignore my suggestion. Adam seems bent on using GLBT. He is a community liason. He is replying to a post on the company forums. I turn my attention back to my phone. I'm trying to close the current app, which is a browser open to the same company forums. But it's not responding. After submitting his post, Adam comes around to me and goads me to read it. I show him that I can't open it on my phone because I'm not logged in, and anyway my phone seems to be hung. He looks at my computer screens are realizes that I am "busy" so instead he returns to his desk to read his post aloud.

He has used the initials GLBT to form his own acrostic. I conceal a cringe. He then goes on to make some statement about not ending with irony, and he lists a few author's names. The one that jumps out at me is "Robert Irving." Do I know that name? (In recall, I would conclude it's a confusion of Robert Frost and Washington Irving.) Adam seems to be building to a reasonable point but then he ends with something like: "and that puts me right next door to your girlfriend." Oh. A personal slam. Great.

Now, David comes around to my desk and asks what I'm working on. I point to my phone, indicating that I am slacking off. David is a bit more savvy, so I can confide this to him. But just to indulge him, I open up a real program on my computer. As it loads, I explain that it's a first-person scene, so you don't even see the main character. But when the program opens, it's an animation in third-person. I realize I've been slacking off so much that I don't even remember what the software is supposed to look like. David and I both shrug. Meh, whatever.

Adam returns, asking for David's help again. He wants to print out his post, so he's asking how to take a screenshot. David admonishes him, saying he should just print it as text instead of capturing an image. They start arguing again. It boils down to a misunderstanding of words -- between take a screenshot and snap a screenshot. Adam says if he wanted an image, he would have said snap. He knows he just wants text, and that's what he means by take a screenshot. It's just a failure of communication.

I try to avoid getting involved, but they wrap me in nonetheless. David looks at me and compels me to explain to Adam that he is wrong. I sigh. I didn't think it at the time, but in recall I could summarize my displeasure with a bit of Shakespeare: "Words, words, words."

As I write this, I follow my own earlier advice to "look it up from the source." So, looking up the context of that line from Hamlet, I find that it suits my feeling even better than I thought. I reproduce it here:

Spoiler for Hamlet, Act II:

POLONIUS
...What do you read, my lord?

HAMLET
Words, words, words.

POLONIUS
What is the matter, my lord?

HAMLET
Between who?

POLONIUS
I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.

HAMLET
Slanders, sir: for the satirical rogue says here
that old men have grey beards, that their faces are
wrinkled, their eyes purging thick amber and
plum-tree gum, and that they have a plentiful lack of
wit, together with most weak hams: all which, sir,
though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet
I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down, for
yourself, sir, should be old as I am, if like a crab
you could go backward.

POLONIUS
[Aside.] Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't...

Back to the dream. I start to explain that it's just a misunderstanding. Adam is from a different part of the country and their idioms are a bit different. I don't know if that helps at all. Either both of them are satisfied with this explanation or else both of them are unsatisfied and leave to continue their argument elsewhere. In any case, they leave my desk, which is what I wanted.

Once again, I return my attention to my phone. I discover why I can't close the app. It's not an app. It's a screenshot of an app that I set as the home screen background. Caught in my own trap.

A new group of coworkers enters the scene to my right. They are led by a manager, who is not my boss but senior to me. She is a dead-ringer for Michelle Obama. She approaches my desk and asks: "Are you coming to The Show of a Thousand Shows with us? It's optional but I've organized this as a team-building activity."

I make eye contact with her and then look at my "busy" computer screen, which also leads her eyes their too. "Gee, I dunno..." implying it would be a big imposition to my work. I wait a beat, so that the effect sinks in. "Well, I suppose if it's for the team..."

She acts relieved and thankful that I conceded to her intention. Maybe I played her perfectly and earned a favor. Or maybe she was playing me. It is imprudent to count the score too early. But in this moment, I feel like I have successfully manipulated her.

I stand out of my chair and make a big to-do about collecting my things. I drop my briefcase, and out of it spills a half-filled bag of white bread. It's now all smushed and crumbled. I look to the manager. "You'd better go ahead. I'll clean this up and catch up to you." She agrees and the group starts off back to the right.

I pick up the crumbs and walk them over to a large trash bin on the opposite side of the office. That done, I turn back toward the exit. In see enter yet another coworker. Her name is Sarah. She has dark hair. She wears a tight-fitting pair of black dress pants and matching black blazer. She carries her bag to her desk to my left. Now this is interesting. I wouldn't mind spending some time with Sarah.

"Are you coming to this Show of Shows?" I ask.

"No." She replies flatly, but continues. "What's it about anyway?"

"I don't know." I ponder for a beat. "Maybe it's about dreams..." I become lucid, but The Dreaming collapses quickly as I laugh at myself for this late realization.