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I frequently lucid dream (3-4 times a week), but I don't log them very much anymore. I had another quite extensive and eventful one last night due to spinning as I would often change my settings and explore different environments and situations of interaction. This dream in-particular enabled me to understand how to control an aspect I've never really considered. Most of the time I am limited to what I am able to control, but this time I rectified a perplexing obstacle that suddenly occurred as a result of my lucid awareness. When I become lucid I am aware that the world around me is artificial, thus consequently logical outcomes may be effected. When you believe you are awake, then the laws of physics are thought to be intact, thus you would unlikely walk through a wall, but when you are lucid the rules change simply because you are aware of the synthetic world that is being perceived. Here's a brief illustration of my dream:

I wake up from my bed and walk toward my window and encounter someone who I have not been in touch with for over a year. I immediately find this encounter improbable due to many variables, so I immediately reality check (check my hands). I suddenly realize I am dreaming due to the asymmetry of my hands. I approach this individual and we casually discuss our previous relationship. I am unable to recall the very discussion, so the dialogue isn't clear. This entire conversation/interaction had a less emotional appeal realizing that I am in fact not in the waking world, but in a reality created by my mind. Realizing that the prospect of awkward third person perspective simply isn't feasible, I decided to reach for this individual's hand. My attempt to grasp the physical appendage of her limb wasn't a logical predicted outcome. My hand simply went right through hers (as my body does when I walk through walls during LD's). I attempted to grab her arm as well, but I was unable. It was as if I was interacting with a ghost. I stood there and ruminated over probable methods of control to enable the sense of touch. I tried to imagine her limb as a solid object as an effort to grasp it, but I was rendered nonplussed as to how I could make contact physically. After expending many attempts, I then came to the conclusion that focusing on an object as a solid object didn't work in this case. Instead, I focused on my own sense of touch against my own arm in the waking world. I slowly moved my fingers down her forearm and was finally capable of mentally elucidating the sense of touch upon her skin.

I moved my hand up and down her arm focusing on that sense and somewhere in my brain, I finally defied that lack of control and abdicated the arbitrary ways of this mysterious reality. I accomplished the emulation of physical contact through focus of my own senses. I then attempted to hug this individual, but again went right through her. I made a secondary attempt, but this time with focus on previous experiences of being hugged by another human being. The contact was successful. I felt the warmth of her body and the touch of her skin upon mine.

I feel that sometimes events may happen spontaneously briefly after becoming lucid due to the knowledge of your state, and sometimes that may affect your ability to carry out simple logical tasks.
These tasks may be accomplished through focus on previous experience of the senses rather than forcefully attempting without proper focus.

I found her sense of touch greatly enhanced in the dream when I found my focus; more so than in the waking world. Subsequent events occurred after spinning, but I'll end this journal here.

Thanks for reading!

My friends and I are all talking crap in our engineering class like were always doing while blasting music in the background when all of a sudden Torres comes in and turns on the lights. Once that happens like half the classroom empties out because mostly everybody there was skipping like usual. After Torres walks in and starts shouting orders I get up from speaking to upper class men which I usually hung around and bolted to the door like everyone else and found myself with one of my middle school friends Johnathan. He was patrolling the hallways like we use to do in elementary schools when someone gain privileges and got to tell kids to stop running and things of that sort. When he saw me he started becoming very jittery and raising his voice like I could get in trouble but I never tend to worry about those things because if they happen then they happen. Once I calm him down we started taking the stairs so I can find someone selling candies mainly reeses since their my favorite and I was a bit hungry. Then I remember taking the stairs and we had to avoid these teachers that were like going from door to door leaving notes of some sort and I just know I couldnt get caught and Johnathan had to distract them. I remember the stair ways being very sneaky a great characteristic of mine since I so use to doing it and feeling accomplished afterwards. After the stair ways I went into a classroom which was throwing like a halloween party and I went up to this girl asking her if she had caramel reeses or dulce de leche Im pretty sure I said because she didnt understand me at first when I said it in spanish for some reason. But anyways she didnt have the type of chocolate I wanted anyways so I went around the party asking others for that type of chocolate because I knew it was hard to find but it was doable. After awhile I saw like hammocks in the back of the classroom filled with chocolate so I started looking through them to see if someone had my type of chocolate and after searching both of them I found it in the last one fortunately. After that I had to deal with this dark-skinned ghetto talking guy for the chocolate because he was trying to rip me off big time and charge me $2 for that chocolate and back in middle school that was like highway robbery so I had to hustle with him because I only had like $1.75 for some freaking reason which I was like damn im poor in this dream but whatever I should of questioned it earlier hehehe. When I was couting my money I remember in the party there were 3 girls talking in my peripherals to my right it was Giloli who was in my middle school and to my right 2 other white girls who I am not familiar with them. After I had my money counted up I gave it to the guy and he gave me my chocolate but then I remember there was a fuss that I was short but I remember giving him $2 in change but for some reason he wanted more but he was requesting something mad weird. The object he was requesting was a piece of my science project which all of a sudden came into appearance and I told him "no way" because I remember all my science projects had artistic value to them and all the pieces were valued but then the whole classroom got involve waiting for a fight or something but then we all agreed on one piece he could take which I didnt care because I rather avoid a fight and just wake away then create something bigger and someone ends up in the hospital. After that I remember school was finished and I was walking towards the entrance of the school and saw Big Mike from highschool who was a basketball player with his mini gang of followers he always had and we said hi and everything since we were mad cool. Once I finished saying hi to him I see Johnathan again in a fancy ass wheelchair from the future or something because it had like seats for two and elevated like 2 feet above the ground which was mad cool because I remember asking him for a ride but he said he was returning it and then asked have you ran over anyone with that thing and he said yea like 2 people.

mcdonald, glover and I were all doing some sort of work. we needed to go and get food and then come back in a timely manner. we were in a city of sorts. mcdonald said that we could go out to this restaurant that barry said was good by catching the train, and that it wasn't too far away. the name of the resteraunt was texas pete. i felt slightly worried because we were told to get back in a timely manner by an instructor of sorts. we were hanging around a train station and looking around when we decide that we are going to eat at a nearby place so it would be better for us. i felt relieved. then we decide that after we are done with class or whatever, we need to go out that night. i felt like i was just going to go along with it all but also that secretly i think it would have been better if we didn't. i didnt say anything though because i didn't want to seem unsociable. we ended up walking around this college/mall-like area for a while, and didnt end up going to class. i then faded and awoke.

This next lucid dream seemed to be a multi part dream, originally induced by WBTB combined with DILD, MILD and WILD and then continued with DEILD. It was stabilized through techniques of concentrating on hands both backwards and forwards, as well as using verbal commands.
My mom and I were running errands for my sisters wedding. It was a sunny day back in Hawaii, where I was born. We were driving around and it was decided that I we were going to stop at my school and look around. We went to the campus which is situated on a mountain. We drove up, and near where the pool should be there was a parking lot that entered into a walkway that led to a beach.
The beach was a pretty small lagoon, but there were many people that I had known from High school already there. We went into the water which was very nice and clear and swam for a bit. I saw a side lagoon where they were digging into the sand to create a small wave pool to boogie board in, which is a real thing. AJ and another person were both there, hogging that pool while the others all dug it. It took some courage, but I ended up going over there and helping out, but I didnt get the chance to go in as well. After this part I saw my cousins, as well as my sister all coming. I swam towards them near the edge of the lagoon. My uncle pulled me out of the water. I then saw my aunty who was very happy to see me as well as very friendly. We all went to another side lagoon to swim and play. Next I went into the locker room to get all cleaned up, and that is where this dream ended and the next dream began.

I stepped into this dream already aware. I was in a large courtyard with grass and tall pine trees. I noticed that i was lucid and started to use stabilization techniques that I had learned, multiple times before i was anchored and stabilized. I tried to make a piece of candy corn appear, but could not. There was a cop car that seemed to be looking for me. I tried to escape it by flying above the trees using a very basic method of flight because I could not fly like super man, like i originally wanted. It followed me as I moved around. Eventually i was caught when I ended up landing and could not use many dream control powers to escape them. I was taken to the mansion, where it seemed that they knew who I was, and they wanted to take me somewhere and experiment on me. I was lucid, but I wanted to see where this was going.
I was taken into the mansion. The ceiling was high, and it all gave off a very sophisticated aura. I heard the group of people that captured me talking to one another. Though cliche, while looking through the crack in the door, they all turned to me and stared. I then faded and reentered outside of the mansion.
There were 8 very large bald people that seemed to be in on the experiment. Each of them could use dream powers very well and i had to muster up all of my knowledge and dream control to escape each one. Through battling each one I learnt the drive and effort it takes to control each skill in a dream. I could phase through walls as if they were drapes, I could fly like superman, I could conjure objects at will, and I could use telekinesis. I never beat the first few, but using my powers, I survived. After their time was up, they turned to stone, and I was forced to battle the next one. There were battles on rooftops, and to the center of the earth as I dug, as well as through the basement of the mansion which was full of man-made streams. One by one, each turned to stone as I counted them off. There was only one left. We ended up battling to the roof of the mansion where, as the night turned day, the bald man looked towards the sun. He turned to me and said words which i cannot remember, but what I do know is what I felt, and it was that each of these giant men were all trying to teach me new powers. Only through the drive of desperation and self preservation was I able to achieve each skill almost unconsciously. The man used his long arms and pulled himself to the roof, as I flew up to see where he was going, all I saw was a stone gargoyle, and the petrified statue of the last giant bald man. I was able to stretch the dreams many times, but eventually it ended, before I fought the last boss.
at this point I had to DEILD to get back into the dream. I woke up, did a reality check, then immediately closed my eyes, stayed still and reentered the dream. I was in the courtyard, and there I met the final boss. He had short spiked hair with a wave at the front. His hair was black and he was wearing a black leather jacket. using all the powers I had learned so far, i kept pace with him. he conjured a sword which i used telekenisis to throw away. we both flew in the air very naturally, like a superhero. I conjured my own sword. The battle wasn't finished as the dream started to fade while i was in mid combat and couldn't stabilize it. I woke up and tried to DEILD and MILD and WILD to reenter, but it didn't work.

I dreamed that I went camping with my mom. We gathered all the gear and were setting up the tent together. I remember thinking that everything would be a little different without my Dad there. Setting the tent up wasn't as easy, and the bedroom spaces seemed larger without him. It's the first time in a dream that I've really acknowledged that my dad is gone. It was in the back of my dream-self's mind that it was our first time camping without him.
In all the other dreams I've had so far, he was either alive or, at worst, dead but present.

Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps.

Dream 1:

I was playing an rts with SilentEternity that looked like c&c generals. We were playing on some deserty level with hills against bots, one of which was using green color and gla faction. We were winning but bots were very stealthy, all of their units and buildings sometimes were becoming invisibele and they kept rebuilding main base building all over the map which was saving them from losing. Eventually level timer ran off and made enemies automatically visible all over the map and we finished them off.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was playing some kind of RPG game about dragons, i was moving around various islands and there was huge dragon statue on one of them. Then i was chatting with someone which name started with W and ended with 3 on skype(Not an actual someone i know).

Dream 3(fragments):

I was playing an tbs that looked alot like battle for wesnoth with with 3D movement of units, there were some units that were giant birds and some units that were dragons. I was scouting the map and then some voice asked "Will you wait?", i responded "Yes".

I dreamed that I took my nephew and niece swimming at our local swimming pool. When we arrived at the pool, I realised that I'd spent so long making sure that they had their gear, I'd forgotten my own costume. The lady at the pool suggested that I buy another, but they were all really expensive! My nephew and niece wanted to get on and get swimming, and I remember suggesting that they started without me, and I'd catch up once I had gone home and retrieved my costume (if I could remember where it was!).
I also remember feeling that I ought to be a grown up about it, and just sit at the side and watch, but I felt very childish and didn't want to do!

The other dream i had, I literally remember only that I was being chased by a terminator robot. He didn't look like the movie robot, but I knew it was a terminator.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was playing some game and i was going through some foggy bush maze while fighting zombies, then i've found a gate leading to some building where some transparent enemies attacked me and i ahd to fight them too, then in building everything was kinda old and ruined and new ingame character appeared that was a doctor and game suddenly turned into an FPS. He was talking about something.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was playing custom levels in a game that looked like a mix of wacraft 2 and 3, one of levels was especially difficult, located in swamps and with enemy bases placed in 2's all around the level, covering each other. I was trying to find working tactic vs them.

Dream 3(fragment):

I was at some icy place.

Dream 4(fragments):

I was at home and there was some problem with lights and refrigerator, which took some time to fix.

No dreams

slept from 12 to 5, then failed at WILDing for 3 hours. Now that I have to get up I'm tired all of the sudden after being completely awake not being able to fall asleep for 3 hours. Woooooowwww

- I found my cat some bacon cat food to eat.

- One of my friends was flirting with the postman after he delivered her new skirt

- was on a small train to get on a plane, could get of the train quick enough due to parents. Eventually got off and sat down opposite my brother and then 3 small children came and sat next to us. I put my headphones and music on.

I'm at a party with Tash S and others that I recognize. We're in a backyard, elevated up on a ledge. It's a long bar (nightclub bar) and we're all standing next to one another. Tash asks me to check her legs out, so I look under the bar at her legs. I hear music and everyone is starting to dance (Melbourne Shuffle). I join in, but I don't seem to feel as fluent as I usually would when I dance.

Dream ended - 8.30am
Time Lucid - 1 min
Non lucid - grey text
Semi Lucid - red text
Lucid - blue text

I'm with my Brother, cousin Trev and someone else (SE). We're in a resort bedroom and receive a phone call from someone that is dangerous if you get on their bad side. He says that we stole something that meant big to him. I think it was drugs. Once the convocation was over, we all looked over to the SE, and he looks devastated. He knows he fucked up and put us all in danger.

I walk into a bath room which is my old house in blacks land. I see Trev in front of the mirror. I place down 3 bottles near the bath.

I'm looking through the window and the resort looks beautiful. I see nice tree's, pool, gorgeous ladies. A fat man that looks quite wealthy jumps into the pool with all his clothes on. Some of the ladies walking beside the pool jump in too. I think to myself, I wish I was dreaming so I could have sex with those ladies. I reality check by looking at my hand, and notice a couple of my fingers are smaller than the others. I'm dreaming. I fly straight out the window towards a playground. I see a girl standing there. Instead of just have sex with her, I ask her if she wants to have sex. She looks at me strangely and walks off a little freaked out by me. I remember that I wanted to have a conversation with a DC instead of doing random fun stuff. I walk over to some girls and start having a chat, but they don't seem to want to talk to me. I move along and notice a tall man walking near me. I say Hi and he pauses of a couple seconds and says Hi back. I try to keep the conversation going by telling him what I'm doing here, just hanging out with friends I say. He doesn't seem to want to talk so I move on. I think about sex again and turn around to find some ladies, and to my surprise, they're all morbidly obese +some. There's even a lady on a swing set (must be a strong swing set). The dream fades and I try to chain a lucid together with no luck.

I've been trying to promise myself to do tasks instead of random stuff in lucid dreams. I felt when I wanted to have sex, my subconscious kicked in and made sure the women were not up to my standard lol. I hope my subconscious continues to do this more often

Morning of October 22, 2013. Tuesday.



This is a highly unusual and very long dream. It starts out almost like a somewhat vague origin story in a comic book (with some sort of unknown “powers” growing in me), but there is no even transition between my first to second “place” in the movie-length events. I seem myself at first, although there are unusual moods and images - I do not even look like myself for the rest of my dream (after I become the agent).

I am in Wisconsin again and am in the backyard near a small metal fence between houses. I think it is a garden area, but there are not that many larger plants. Right near the bottom of the fence itself, in an area of mostly only dirt, are what looks like a couple of bones, still with some of the fur and sinew on. I soon discover that one is the front-right leg of a cat with a small bit of fur with tiger stripes. I find some other pieces, including a skull, and it feels a bit strange and sad. I set them to my left in an area just off from the garden. After a short time, the pile of bones, fur, and sinew seems to rise and lower as if in breathing motions. Oddly, I see now that it is a living cat (which is now more like a black and white one than a tiger or tabby) that was injured badly but is now doing a bit better (as I had put the parts together) so that he is able to get up but still has a large gaping hole on his left side through which the lungs can be seen moving. He gets up and I am concerned about him wandering off in that condition. He goes into a shed (which then seems to be the rabbit farm as it was in Florida) and jumps high up onto the narrow ledge on the top of a window. Over time, I get him to come down by calling to him and then pet him for awhile and he starts purring.

A little later I am with my wife and an unknown girl on the porch. The girl is talking about some strange things that scientists are supposedly doing, including sterilization of animals (such as predators) that eat only meat. There are a few different militant groups involved in civil disturbances and such and the world seems more unsafe than ever - and the public more uneducated than ever before regardless of all the online courses (many freely available or at least in demo stages) in everything from biology to civics and economics. Not caring if I am believed or not, I start talking about how the cat “became a cat” when it had not been a full, living cat (almost like describing mitosis in extensive detail - prophase, metaphase, anaphase, and telophase - which almost seems to be something relating to how the world is changing as well). The girl looks at me oddly but does not comment. From that point, everything starts to change, and I am an “agent” of some kind, wearing an extremely expensive suit and carrying a gun.

The first mission is to secure a three-storey laboratory where there are a large number of people, male and female, of various ages (from ages twenty to about sixty), all in white lab robes, involved in a project to sterilize all cats in the world - with cats eventually becoming extinct. Cats are carnivores, and come just prior to the planned world-sterilization of wild feline carnivores, then onto dogs (as dogs are supposedly omnivores, although one credible website states that “dogs have a natural and undeniable carnivorous bias”). In real life, I have seen cats eat grass and vegetable matter, but the act usually makes them vomit (they lack the necessary enzymes to break down vegetable matter), which is supposedly beneficial. I am not sure of what the overall missions are, but I always follow orders and go where I am supposed to. In this case, I am supposed to guard one door - with a gun and with two other agents with me - so that people do not get out - and am also clearly aware that I am immune to the gas that is to be released from the non-lethal bombs. Eventually, there is an announcement over the entire intercom system that everyone involved in the sterilization of animals will, instead, be sterilized themselves. This comes as a shock to people and they start racing around in an attempt to get out of the building before the mechanisms/non-lethal bombs go off. Something goes wrong, chaos ensues, and people fall or jump out of windows from the third floor (as well as the lower windows).

There are explosions as I am just outside the building and most of the lab workers are shot when they near the circular scrimmage line about ten feet out at the shortest distance from the building. Somehow, hundreds of people are killed (including an agent or two) and only three civilians escape, each with an agent escort. The younger man with me is annoyed that he had been sterilized and I tell him about the “cure” - which simply involves extended foreplay and he then seems a bit more positive in getting away from the area - which now involves military action between two new forces coming in, neither being us (relating to some sort of strategical trick to reduce the number of “enemy agents” and military forces worldwide).

After this, there are other acts such as apparent espionage, but we are supposedly the “good guys” in every case. Sometimes I am recognized as an agent (often due to the extremely expensive and supposedly stylish suit I am wearing) but easily shoot my way out. There also seem to be double agents, but these are dealt with severely.

At one point, there is an attempt to stop a row of at least six missiles from being launched. Something goes wrong and the missiles somehow fall over but still activate. They “launch” downwards at about a twenty degree angle (at first) into the ground (but eventually somehow tip directly down into the deeper and deeper holes caused by vibrations and explosions - none of this seems all that realistic in a technical sense), causing a localized earthquake; huge plumes of dust and debris are moving straight up, evenly into the sky in a squarish form, almost like an “elevator of debris”, but also causing the field to grow higher and higher while somehow leaving the column of debris, almost as if it is like a slowly manifesting “tall building” of some kind. This goes on for several minutes as people scatter about, a few being killed, apparently. I, being one of the only ones left, am able to finally get away when the ground stops moving. The “ghost building” implied by the previous debris column is no longer there, though.

Eventually, I am on an airplane with a few more inexperienced agents (dressed in less expensive outfits and some without weapons) to help them somehow. One of them, a female, turns around in her seat and asks me if I know when “his” anniversary is. I am not sure what or who she means and just sort of randomly say “January 7th” (oldest son’s birthday) and she smiles triumphantly, saying that it is actually February seventh. She had been talking about an older man sitting a couple seats in front of her (and nearest the aisle) who seems to suffer from some sort of disorder (causing him to be mentally “slow”) as well as possibly being a prisoner rather than an agent.

Eventually, when on another (longer) airplane trip with many civilians, we land near a potentially dangerous area, although it is reported that many of the enemy had been killed. However, there still may be a double agent or two or a few members of paramilitary groups left in certain areas near the airport. There are still paramilitary groups planning to kill all wild cats (even those that are on the endangered list), followed by other meat-eating animals.

I somehow miss my perfectly-timed cue to leave the airplane in a slow “perfect” way as other agents leave in a planned one-at-a-time progression, so, in order to keep all the other agents safe in their present location, I must remain on the airplane as only civilians now board, being the only agent left on the airplane. This does not bother me all that much, as it is possible I will be the only living agent left in the region if anything goes wrong. Many of the passengers are female and of various ages.

One of them looks at me directly, asking “Who are you?” and smiles happily. She seems like an average person, quite naive, yet very good-natured and friendly. I hear a few other people asking about me in other seats on the airplane, mostly as “who is he” or “who is that”.

“He is our Protector,” says another girl (and I then wonder if I am supposed to be recognized as an agent by the general public). She says it like pro-TECH-tore (dramatically rhyming with “ore” rather than “her”). I feel a bit strange. I feel a sense of universality; that is, I feel as if my mind is “all mind”/“the only mind” for awhile. It is not a lonely feeling as a whole - as there are always other energies, yet all of them are “my” energies (at least on the airplane) as if I am “everything” and always have been “everything”. I ponder this awareness for several minutes, but I look down and notice bread crumbs on my suit and begin to brush them off. More and more bread crumbs gather on the floor of the airplane near my feet and I sort of feel a bit embarrassed by this (I do not even remember having eaten anything - perhaps it was quite some time ago, perhaps a sandwich or two from a vending machine at or near a gas/petrol station). An older lady, who is standing for a time (unlike most of the other passengers), starts talking about many people being “hamsters” with a comment about how they “stink” in some locations of the world (even certain restaurants), yet it is not in a cruel way, just sort of comedic - and almost feels as if she is sharing a recipe (yet in getting certain ingredients from restaurants - does not make sense) with some of the other people. More and more bread piles up near my feet until some “crumbs” are as big as an entire loaf of bread. This is bound to draw too much attention, but I do not say anything, and anyway, the airplane is about to take off. I am a consciousness that will remain here until I am elsewhere - “the last agent”.

“The living bread is with us,” comments another person, “We are safe for now”. I am not sure what is going to happen; I feel a growing sense of infinity. I wait for the airplane to take off (it seems to grow larger and larger and I seem to be in a seat in the first row - but the directional orientation seems to have changed from before) but I slowly wake up instead.

The scholastic “mitosis” acronym, PMAT (Prophase Metaphase Anaphase Telophase) can also stand for:

Political-Military Action Team (PMAT)

It includes things like “Coordinate military operations with the National Joint Operations and Intelligence Center (NJOIC), geographic combatant command centers, and the Department Operations Center.” and “Process diplomatic aircraft and ship clearance applications or amendments – and handle related interagency inquiries – on nights, weekends, & holidays.”

I'm on a bus with Daz and Josh D(D&J). We get dropped off near Blitz. Josh grabs a hose and places it on the side of the road. He turns on the hose so it's shooting over the top of the road. I run across the road with them and I get wet from the hose. I'm walking up hill, heading towards Josh's work friends house. I suddenly realize I have have not bought my going-out clothes, and I'm furious.

I'm now in a room with D&J and random people. Josh is having a dig at me for some reason and is making fun of me using face wash etc. Daryl takes notice of his rudeness and isn't too impressed with Josh. I don't bite back at all and just let Josh dig his own grave by allowing him to keep assaulting me for no reason.
I see Josh on the ground, and he's tickling a child on the ground in a playful manner. The father picks up the child off of the ground and threatens the child and tells the driver about what had happened.

I walk into a bedroom which is suppose to be a bus. Josh's goes over to the bed to claim it, while Daz and myself sit on the chairs. I ask Josh about what was being said earlier, so he could dig himself even more of a hole.
I look through the window of the room and see a beautiful golden door that looked like a hand was coming out, like a 3D effect. It had pictures of people around the door and soon realized it was a Scientology building. I look to the side of the building to see how big the place is, and it's a decent sized building. I tell D&J, wouldn't it be interesting to see what is on the other side of that door. Daz says something that isn't in favor of the teaching of Scientology.

We're on another bus, with a lot of other people. I see a little Asian child, and she is repeating something over and over. The bus goes quite, and I break the silence by saying what the child said earlier. Everyone starts laughing, but especially the lady in front of me. It was one of those delayed laughs that end up being very hilarious. 2 Asian ladies leave the bus and I assume that they're the mother of the child but they're not.
I see a baby running up and down the bus pulling on her belly button, which extends 6-7 inches out of her stomach. She seems to be stroking it. I feel a little sickened and so does the guy across from him. I begin to wake up and try to DEILD, but I couldn't hold back my laughter, from thinking about what I just saw, and fail to DEILD.