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So I meditated for the second night last night, once again loving the effects. I'm currently using a meditation guide which focuses on accepting the universal mind, which is perfect for me as I find it hard to accept and get very scared. However, I'm thinking of trying another one at some point to see what it's like. Anyway, I had my first visual hallucinations! I reached the point of feeling like I was floating that I always get, and got OOBE like vibrations, when suddenly it got even more intense and I could see these faint purple patterns in my eyes!! It was awesome, as I've never had these for some reason. Anyway, unfortunately that got ruined as, lets just say sexual energies propped up and it was too hard to concentrate. I'm going to try to work on that. Anyway, like the previous night, I had an intensely vivid dream. However once again, I forgot to write it down. This is what I remember.

1) I was in an area that looked like the woodland area I used to wait for my bus at secondary school. It was twilight, with a beautiful purple-blue sky. I was with other people who I can't remember unfortunately, and we were waiting for a bus. I was at the far left of the woodlands at one bit that I remember. Another bit was me remembering that I was running away from whoever I was waiting with, laughing. For some reason I remember holding some sort of cord. Was it the OOBE cord!?

At first, I remember a map, showing how a nation marked in brown on the map spread from Japan to a series of new islands and microcontinents in the Pacific. Slowly it reached an island far away from its origin and the original lands became home to others. Now and then a patch of yellow would appear on the map, showing strife. I think there was more to that world, a lot, but I don't remember it all.

I became suspicious about some of the nations and their success, so I 'descended' to see them. One mentioned the Romans, showing they has 'future knowledge' as that wouldn't have happened yet on this world. There was another human who knew and.... something else.

When I investigated I found myself in a fork of a dark corridor, two ways going into different rooms. Something explained to me, or maybe I remembered, that anguish and other heartfelt emotion leaves behind psychic traces, which amalgamate into things. I wondered briefly about the different things that might appear from different origins, even excited at the possibility of some and afraid at others.

There was one there. It 'spoke', although I don't recall everything, about its existence and other things. It was very clearly malicious, but didn't lash out. I found someone else nearby, but before I could say anything I felt a hypnic jerk, stumbled forward and shouted. There was a rushing, screaming sound of a kind that only dreams seem to be able to achieve. The person didn't notice, but by the time I asked why, I was waking up.

Thoughts
Lucid
Non lucid

Edit: There was a almost DILD dream before my WBTB. I am at my ex-in laws house to pick up my daughter. She wont come. I feel so sleepy that I end up on a hidabed trying to sleep. Then I remember that I dream of this sometimes. I think about it some and almost get it but. Instead it was enough make me remember how I dislike these people and I don't want to be here. I go get my daughter from other room and make her come. Pick her up and she starts crying and says she doesn't want to go to my house. The alarm wakes me up.

LUCID Zombie Bite TOTM 4:00AM


I wake up at 3:22AM go to bathroom. Lay back down. I was going to attempt WILD but first I wanted to try VILD. I was so sleepy that forgot VILD so I still dont know how that works all though I did VILD just before falling alseep.

I am not sure what happened here. I think maybe there was a slight SP sensation but I just can't remember for sure.

I found myself just thinking I was having hypnagogic hallucinations. I started visualizing myself in motion. I actually do this a lot with HH to try to stimulate and form a dream. This time it payed off.

I am walking down 20th street in my town in the daytime. I am really close to my house. I take slow deliberate steps. I can hear the my feet crunch and scrape on gravel. I think how vivid this all is. I look at my hands. They look normal for the most part but are hard to focus on. I continue a slow zombie like walk paying attention to every detail while studying my hands. For a while I am not sure If I am in the dream yet. I give it a little longer before I am satisfied.

I stop and look around. I say, "God Damn. I did it. Then I think, "OK now don't get too excited. It's no big deal." The dream is still kind of weak and feels like it is fading. I rub my hands together some and It feels and sounds totally real. I think of the non-sp DEILD I had the other day and this confirms it was in fact a dream. I note that and continue.

I walk onto 20th street it is usually busy. It is getting dark now I see no cars. I jump once just for fun because I was reading flying LDs from DJs before bed. I kind of wanted to just fly but I remember TOTM so I just jump up about 10-20 feet and land hard and solid in road. Now I see cars coming. I think, "OMG I wonder what getting hit by a car would be like in a lucid dream." I step in front of cars. All I can see of the cars is head lights. I hear a faint car horn and Doppler effect as the car gets near me. I am a little surprised when the car just passes right through me. I wonder if I am actually astral projecting myself into the road.I play with this for a while and let several cars pass through me as I cross the street. Every time I get a strange wind sensation that goes through my body. I should mention this whole time the dream is trying to fade and I am really concentrating to notice every visual detail in stabilize. So, I start to feel like I need to hurry to get the TOTM done.

I see a house with an open basement like garage facing the road. This house does not exist here in real life. I remember that expectation is everything in a dream. I so tell myself that there is a zombie in there. I walk toward it. I just can't help it. I call out really loud, "ZOMBIEEES?!" I notice how funny my voice always sounds when I get loud. I become slightly amuzed at this.
I notice that I go back to my slow zombie walk for a while. Maybe because it just because I am thinking of zombies. One more car passes through me and get that odd sensation. The dream shifts a little because and I almost wake up I was not expecting to get hit. I had to really concentrate again to stay in the dream.

Instead of the garage. I ended up in the front yard. I see very large shovel with a shiny blue head on it. It is stuck in to the ground next to a blue wheel barrel. I hurriedly take the shovel because I am still expecting zombies. I hear a zombie growl behind me. I think that it is going to bite me in the neck and I don't want that. I turn around and face it. I cant see detail. Its more like the zombie had a light source behind it and I can't see its face at all but that does not take away from the realism. I can see he was wearing blue jeans and a blue flannel shirt. (whats with the blue?) I quickly decide that what I really wanted was a large, sharp pair of hedge shears. The shovel turns in to just that. I reach up and clip the zombies head off. I hear a loud, wet squishy, gushing sound and his head pops straight up and into the darkness. I watch fascinated as dark blood sprays from its neck. Then I want a shovel again and the shears oblige. The zombie is still walking somehow and I hit it in the chest and it falls over. I see another one now and I with out thinking I stab the end of the shovel into its throat. Then there is a third in my face to my left. I remember that I don't want to kill all the zombies so I drop my shovel.


This is how the Zombies looked but with no hair.
I do kind of puss out here because I am actually creeped out by the zombies. I force myself to relax a little.I hold my right index finger out to the zombie. Still the same with the lighting here but I see it open its putrid and mouth. I see strings of dark matter on its teeth. I tense up as the zombie takes a bite of my finger. There is no pain just pressure. I feel faint and sick and I collapse to the ground. I wake up.

I really should have tried to DEILD just for shits and giggles but I was afraid I would fall non lucid and forget this dream.

EDIT:I forgot to mention that I had several glasses of wine last night. One glass of homemade honey mead. It was strong so I went to homemade red wine. I drank half a bottle of that. It was all stretched over a 4hr period. I became thoroughly sleepy from that and a being slightly sleep deprived from the night before. So there may have been a slight REM rebound here.

Walkin with a friend (Stefan) in some kind of town around (akin to the inner city of zagreb), suddenly we see a dog walking the street, his tail looks like the tail of a collie, the torso like a dachshund and the head is a mixture german sheperd.... i love how he looks and i say to my friend, that i would like to take that dog, because he is not to big but and on the other side, he does not look too small...

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I'm driving in an tram with some other people, i do not know. I'm in a wheelchair, but actually i know that i dont need it, but somehow i find it comforting, that the people think i need it. Sometimes i get up, and do something, for example i hold the door of the tram open for someone i know, and at the same time i think about, why is it, that the do not seem do recognise that i'm actually dont need that wheelchair.
Than, at some point, we discuss, how they would help me pass through a window, with that chair and all that and i'm thinkin if it wouldn't be good to tell them, that i do not need that wheelchair....

10-05-2012 -- I seem to be standing on a vacant lot at the side of a road in a very empty section of town. I am here with a cute lady who seems to be very depressed, and we are talking about ways to deal with depression, and I seem to be trying to encourage her to just keep going.

Soon I seem to find myself at some sort of diner, and there are some large thugs who seem to be trying to rile themselves up enough to cause trouble. There are vague hints of possible super hero involvement, but nothing concrete that I can actually remember, just a feeling that there was a lot more that somehow vanished from my mind.

I next find myself arriving for a work shift at a security place that seems to be a cross between an OPC plant and some sort of warehouse. I am working my usual security shift, and make a patrol to the back of the property, where I find a truck that is preparing to leave with a load of something. The driver is just about to jump down and unhook some kind of connection between the truck and the dock, and I decide to be kind and help him.

He seems upset, and in convinced that I wouldn't do it right, but all I find myself doing is loosening two very loose knots of string, which don't seem tough enough to hold the truck in any way, regardless. Though he is on the end of the truck talking with me, his truck starts to drive off, and he is yelling at me about the lock. Oddly enough, I feel my pocket, and I do have a pad lock in there. But the truck keeps moving, and the lock is heavy enough that I can't just throw it at the guy.

The truck keeps moving, and I'm overweight and slow, so I can't catch up quickly, but I keep moving toward the gate, sure I can catch up there and give the guy the lock. Problem is, when I get there, I can't recognize him, he doesn't approach me, and Wally calls to me from his forklift, and explains I am in trouble. Turns out the guy was so mad about me 'stealing' his lock that he refused to carry the cargo and just drove off, and now there are going to be all kinds of reports, and I am in big trouble.

I start muttering about how I simply tried to help the guy out, and I certainly won't ever bother doing anything like that again. From now on, anything they want done that isn't security, they can take a flying leap!

I start to patrol the other side of the property, and as I reach the back, I find myself almost in a sort of dance with a small hand-push pallet jack that seems to be operated by remote control, or perhaps self-motivated. Me and a couple of the employees are trying to get out of the way, but it just isn't working.

I finally manage to escape the crazy thing, and am wandering back toward the front of the property when one of the supervisors calls me over to an office in a trailer. They have a form about the incident that they want me to sign. I try to tell them what happened, but they don't even want to hear it. They just want me to sign on what the driver reported before he left, regardless of what actually happened. And the form that they want me to sign, the carbon paper doesn't line up, so it is only going to show up on one copy, anyway. I try to read the form, but none of it seems to make any sense.

I almost leave the form book, but remember it at the last moment and pull it out of the hands of another worker who had picked it up, and return it to the office. By this time I am quite late getting off shift, and just head to the front gate, ready to go home. About this time, one of the female owners starts to make an announcement about how people should let the drivers untie their own trucks, and I realize I am finished at this company. Idiots!

As I walk out the gates, I find I am around the area of Holden and Texas, at the same property I dreamed I was working at in the plague dream a little over a month ago, Here. I walk down the street, passing by a nightclub, and for some reason I find myself having to kind of hop from dumpster to dumpster, and even on a couple of cars to manage to pass by the nightclub's parking lot. The owner of the place seems very impressed, and is demanding to know why his employee (who he seems to be bawling out for not breathing properly) can't be more like me. Weird.

The next property down is a warehouse, where I stop to ask about a job. I know they had nothing the last time I was here, and I am just going through the motions, but even when I explain I am looking for either something clerical or something driving that doesn't need a DOT license, they actually seem interested. They hand me an application to fill out, but like the last form, it is all weird, and hard to read. Soon I find myself trying to write my employment history on a pair of A & W Rootbeer cans, which makes at least a slight bit of sense, since it is a soda warehouse.

10-05-2012 -- I'm in my first bedroom in the Hickory House, laying in bed watching TV. The room is messy, and I can see at least a couple of plates on the floor and two or three of those huge metal trays we used for pizza dough at the parlor, stacked up for some reason.

There are hints of my playing several different computer games, though only hints, then I decide I'll break down and give the new Farmville 2 a try. [I don't know if they really have come out with a Farmville 2, or if it is just a scam that people are still falling for, but in the dream, it was real.] I'm thinking to myself that, while I will give it a try, this time I am not going to clutter up Facebook with a couple hundred people I don't know, just to have neighbors. I don't expect to play the game more than once.

I start the thing up, and I find myself standing in a real life field, and a fairly big one. I think I plant a small crop of corn (only about three squares by four) with seeds I already have on me (probably from Runescape), but if I am only going to play once, I think I want to plant the entire field. I am wondering how to get some money for more seeds.

Turns out that to get the tutorial started, I have to go speak to Farmer Fred [a Runescape character]. I find him parked just outside my farm in his old red pickup truck, and as I start to speak to him, he drives on to my farm. I accidentally double click on the truck, and it seems I've caught a glitch, because two Lego figure farmers climb out of the truck and start speaking to me in stereo.

They give me a rather boring spiel about how to play the game which is far too detailed for somebody who played the original version, and then explain how a loan of either $500 or $500,000 will be on a credit card in my wallet. I pull my wallet out of my pocket and open it up, and sure enough, there is a Farmville credit card in there, and I'm wondering how on Earth they managed that.

As I approach the farmhouse on my land, I find an odd paper wallet with a Farmville logo on it, and realize this is where the credit card should have appeared. Instead there is a $1,000 bill which quickly changes into a check for payment for a crop that I haven't even grown, yet. Still some glitches that need to be worked out in this game, obviously.

As we reach the farmhouse, Farmer Fred's wife continues the tutorial, explaining to us that if we feel we need more continuous space for crops, we can pick up the farmhouse and move it right to the border of the property, more out of the way. Meanwhile I find myself staring at this huge, empty field, and remembering the fact that I don't yet have any tractors or anything. Just thinking about having to click on all those little farm plots one by one is already getting me bored with the game before I even start, and I quickly decide I'm really not that interested.

Oddly the next thing I know, I am in Long's Drug Store, walking down one of the aisles looking for a large plastic spoon for stirring stuff in pots, and I'm not finding any because the entire aisle is filled with toys.

There seems to be a big wrestler here who seems to be a little upset with me for some reason, and he is starting to threaten me and the other people around me. I'm not really afraid of him. Soon I find myself in some sort of hideout with two mafia-types who are connected to the wrestler, and they are trying to threaten a friend of mine who they have tied up in a chair, when he walks in the door and stands next to me, angrily glaring at them and himself, sitting there, tied up.

They are freaking out a little, and he asks them if they really think he's enough of a fool as to let himself be caught by them. He split himself up into about 20 of himself and all of him are running around, so they'll never find the real one. I decide it is about time to leave and I lead my friend to my car, but now the thugs are telling us we aren't allowed to drive out their driveway, and we'll have to find another way to the road. We just laugh them off and drive out the driveway, anyway.

A large group of people I don't know in real life told me they had my back. They all seemed to be gangster like in nature and were from all different backgrounds. I felt good about so much people wanting to protect me.

This big black cougar looking cat stared at me directly in the face. The cat made me nervous but when the got closer it appeared smaller and less harmful. I pet the cat at this point and became friends with it.

I am in my room with my sister. I'm not sure what we're talking about, but suddenly I notice a huge hole in the wall that leads to the street outside my house. My sister stands up, goes there, and jumps out into the street. I think this is strange and get lucid. I get up and go after my sister. I see her in the distance, with a neighbor grilling some barbeque. My sister looks at me and says, "This is so weird. Is this a dream?" I tell her yes. I told her that in this dream, we can control everything. I put my hand on the grill, and it feels warm, but doesn't hurt. I then proceed to remove the grill and grab the coals with my bare hands, all the while convincing myself it won't hurt. It doesn't. "See?", I tell my sister.

I suddenly remember the task of the month, which is to replace my head with a pumpkin. I also remember trying it the previous night, and failing. I part ways with my sister, who seems to be delighted after finding out it's a dream. I walk along the street, imagining pumpkins popping up everywhere. They do. But most of them are already carved, so I grab one, close my eyes briefly, and imagine it turning into an uncarved pumpkin. Success! I grab a small cutter (which I conveniently find on the ground) and proceed to carve the pumpkin. I cut out big eyes, and an even bigger smile. Now comes the exciting part: removing my head. I had some ideas on how to do it, but never really tried yet.

I reach around the back of my neck and grab a small, metallic protrusion. I pull it, dragging it across my neck until it circles and goes all the way around. I can hear the ZZZZZZZZZZP.

Yep, I just unzipped my head.

I close my eyes push my head off. It goes off easily. I feel around me and grab the pumpkin. I then put it on, push it down (I hear a squish), and I open my eyes. My vision is really....huge. Like everything is in panoramic view. My facial muscles feel strange too. I figure it must be because of the huge smile I carved. My face is stuck that way, and I can't even blink. I feel my head and it feels weird, because I have no hair. Lol. just a slight protrusion at the top of my head, which must be the pumpkin stem. I poke the eyeholes, and it feels legit, like I really poked my eyes. I put my hand in my huge mouth, and there's nothing inside. Feels weird too.

I turn around, planning to walk and explore, but I see my head on the ground. It looks really strange. It has its eyes closed tightly, as if it is anticipating something. I kick it. And it rolls away.

I start walking down the street, and eventually fly a few meters up until I lose lucidity and wake up.

I was about to go to sleep and I heard a loud bang. I went into my parents room and they made me lay on the end of there bed.

Password: "salt"

Hipnapop

Squarish chunks of colour moving towards me with spaces inbetween like in an invisible soft tube. Out in space not inside fluid or underground. 12:44pm Sat 6-Oct-12.

As I happily became aware that I was having a hipnapop (waking image) I got the word "Salt".

Wow- just got up and started puting a sock on my right foot and there is a indigo bruise under my big toe nail. That immediately made me remember a dream snipet from last night:

I was picking at my big toe nail because in the dream it was way-too-long and dry. Then the whole big toe nail peeled-off painlessly (oops). No pain or discomfort and as I poked, cuiously at the my big toe where the nail should be, it was only soft for a second. It was hardening up quickly.

Wow my dreaming brain informed me last night that I was loosing a big toe nail but not to worry because there would be no pain and it would harden-up again in no time.

(I have diabetic neuropathy in feet. Thats why I don't remember bumping my toe hard enough to bruise under the nail.) I am thrilled that my brain informed me before I saw it, wow.

Going trick or treating with austin tricia tori and some other kids I knew. We were waiting in a long line for a house that gave 2 pieces of candy. I was the only one who waited I guess and had to sing along this weird song to get them. We then were driving back and were making plans for all of us to sleep over trent's house, but we knew he woulnd't let austin stay.

Riding in a helicopter in korys (kid ive known since I was 30 neighborhood with people from his school. The guy supposed to be in charge of us with the helicopter wasn't there so we could do whatever we wanted to. As we were flying the heli turned into a jet and we flew low and cut some farmers valued trees. (don't know what happened after) I rode a bike over the guy in charges car and he showed up. All the people flew off in the helicopter and left me jack and this 14 year old. I guess we forgot about running and were trying to go get this kid to go talk to some of his aged girls. i woke up

I am in a black suit and I am walking down a street. As I am walking four cars pass by, I recognize them. They turn a corner and go around the block then head back my way. The last car stops by me while the other three go on.
We soon arrive in a neighborhood, it looks to be midday. I get out of the car and start heading towards the door. My partner gets my attention. "Make it quick," he says. I walk in front of the door. And knock on it a few times. After a bit of a wait noises of unlocking the door are heard from the other side. I grasp the cool steel of my silenced .45, my hand waiting on the trigger.
" Hello" was all the man got out before I shot him dead. I run back to the car and we take off.
The dream skips to later and school has just ended. Apparently I had detailed the killing in a notebook and now I was worried that I would get busted so I decided to sell it to a pawnshop. I enter the pawnshop and a woman greets me. I tell her that I need to sale my book and we begin negotiations. I then happen to look over to a wall and a sign was posted up and it said "Shhhhhh it will be our secret." or something to the similar effect. I then sell the book and leave the shop glad to know that I would be safe.

I am riding down a peaceful road in a school bus full of people. A narrator is telling us about lake monsters that they saw during a recent trip down here and they were taking us to see them. As the man is talking, the farther we go the darker it gets. We arrive at the lake and the buses pull to a stop. The drivers shine their lights at the lank and slowly pan them to the right. Their lights hit a group of trees and as soon as they do, visible was four tree-like creatures with eyes and mouths, arms, and feet jumping and flailing around slowly inching towards the bus. Everyone on the bus erupts in a panic and the buses take right before the four monsters take off the costumes. We are speeding down the road and then we roar down a hill, I got that funny feeling in my stomach that happens during roller coasters. We keep going down the road, heading downhill once more.

[Thursday, October 4th, 2012]
(I had dreams before this, but this is the latest that I remember.)

I'm at school. It's a school in downtown city. Me, Alex, Alex's Mum and a few other people stayed after school had
ended to accomplish some goal. There's an emergency and we stayed despite it. We needed some kind of information
maybe? We park in one spot in a parking garage-like area and trace our steps to the front door. We get inside.
<memory fades>

We're headed back out- apparently someone (the second in comand of the school) stayed all night too and is nearby.
Somehow people might know we're here. We panic and try to get out without getting caught. On the way out,
everyone seems to have forgotten where we parked. I point in the right direction to the right.
Alex's Mom: "Oh yeah, I know."
She doesn't sound as hateful to me. But she still sounds slightly unhappy. I'm thankful for this nonetheless.
We trot through the parking lot road the leads to an alleyway. Me and Alex's Mom have a small but relatively friendly
conversation on the way there. We're just about to enter an alleyway when I notice... I'm missing shoes! The alleyway
is dirt mostly. Halfway through- We walk through some deep wet mud and I get my pants dirty.
"Ugh." Everyone sympathizes with me. "Don't worry, there's some water up ahead I can wash myself off with."
I'm going to have to wash my feet since we're getting in Alex's Mom's car. I roll up my pants and walk through
semi-deep water. I shake my feet a few times to get as much of the mud off as possible. We get to the car and my
memory skips. I just remember feeling my ears, and they were pierced again. (They aren't in waking life anymore.)

We're heading to the mall now. We stop at a store before this to let everyone use the bathroom.
It's a small ripoff ToysRUs store. I walk around and look at the clothes first. I have no money and I want to steal
something so bad, but I have no big pockets. I'd have to wear it out. I plan a robbery in the back of my mind. Then at
least I wouldn't look like shit for the mall.

Kids surround me while I look. They're extremely loud for me. A few approach me and ask me questions. I ignore
them for the most part and keep browsing. On the center circle rack, there's lots of "plaid overshirts" in really neat
colors. Some are soft... some are thick like giant thick coats. Almost like my red coat! I keep looking and find a few
tanktops. One tanktop I find isn't really my cup of tea... it looks almost like an ugly orange+green mud color. It doesn't
fit me either, so I take it back off. It was an "M", I noticed.

The kids repeatedly question me. I don't mind them too much and I answer them and talk to them. After awhile
though, I start to play with them. One plays hide-and-seek tag with me or something. I hide in the clothes rack that I've
been browsing and note that you'd have to bend down to even see my feet! Now hidden, I notice a kid running in
circles around the rack. I reach out and try to grab him or something, but he ends up knocking the entire rack over on
me. "SHIT, KID!" I suddenly become aware of all the security guards and managers in the area. They're walking
towards this area. Fuck.

I head away. I go to the Toddler section where Kid's are playing on a little slide and laughing. I feel extremely out of
place, and some parents are watching anyways... I head away and see kids everywhere, but gravitate towards the
arcade machines. There's one big game... and a few beyond it... well that's disappointing. I turn to my left and see a
whole line of machines. I think, "WHOA, that's better. But these machines probably don't have the same system as
Castles and Coasters... I wouldn't be able to win anything very high in tickets then anyways."

I head back to the area where I was going to shoplift. I'm now cautious of the one security guard that's standing by the
door. I also observe that there probably isn't any shoplifting detectors near the door. My attention returns to the
clothes. The circle rack is now missing. Go figure. I notice some racks on the wall with folded clothes. These look like
they're more expensive. They must be, because they all look amazing. A couple kids show up again and start talking to
me. I think they know now what I'm up to- but they want to help me. They run off somewhere, while I keep looking.
I see a new item that I didn't see before!

A Black and Red tanktop- it's a black tanktop with trippy red designs of fire on acid. The armpit doesn't even go down
that low. I love it! I make sure it's my size. I find a few "M"s and "XL"s... then finally a "L".
I find some boxers that match the tanktop.
I find some nice soft white socks... and some shorter black ones too! I stuff the white ones in my pocket.
I find quite a few REALLY nice plaid overshirts... I check the sizes first. These would be easier to steal... but maybe I
could wear some of these over the tanktop!
I find some a couple plaid overshirts of really neat colors that stand out. One has Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, and
maybe Blue. One has something similar, but with less colors, and blackish or whiteish sleeves. The sleeves have fancy,
silver, flower-like curves and garnish. I might rip those off. But they do look interesting. I see some really nice pants
too that look really comfortable. I take my muddy pants off and begin the process. They won't notice pants being
different, I hope. After my pants are already off and I'm in some gym-shorts or something, I glance over at the door
security guard. He looks distracted by many other things besides me. But I'm still in his line of sight. At that moment,
he walks away towards some kids crying. The two kids must have done the job!

I try to slip back into my muddy pants for a moment when I see other people walking towards me. The manager is
coming. Oh fuck! I get my pants half-on when he arrives and he's with a security guard. They joke around as if they
were kids and start shooting imaginary guns at me. I play along and pretend to get shot up like I used to when I was a
kid. I hit the ground and they continue. Then the manager walks up to me and shoots me in the mouth.

"Haha, I guess I have a tongue piercing now." I joke. We all laugh.
If anyone responds to this verbally, I don't remember it. I think to myself... if I were shot like that or stabbed like that
for real, I'd be bleeding out pretty bad.

<I wake up.>