Snacks From the Butler's Pantry

I was trying to order food at a crowded taco counter. The line was out the door, and every table was full. Behind me in line, were two creepy kids. They looked to be brother and sister, probably twins. They had light blond hair, and pale blue eyes. They wore matching clothes, and matching bowl haircuts. They looked very alien, and kept staring at me in a strange way. I was glad to get away from them and order some food.

The woman making my burrito kept messing up my order. I had to yell over the crowd to tell her what I wanted, like at a crowded bar. I eventually gave up, and just let her give me whatever she wanted. She is the burrito professional, after all.

I had the strange feeling that someone was watching me. I grabbed my plate of food, found a seat, and looked back over my shoulder. Sitting in the corner, was a woman who looked a lot like my High School French teacher. She shot me a look of recognition, so I waved tentatively, not knowing if it really was my old teacher. I started eating my burrito, looked back again, and saw she was still staring at me. I decided it must be her, so I went over to say hi.

I gave her a hug, sat down, and looked across the table at her. It definitely was not my old teacher. She looked frail and old, but her skin had a spooky ageless quality. She had the same blond bowl cut hair and light eyes as the twins behind me in line. I felt like I knew her from somewhere, maybe a party years ago. She spoke in a thick English accent, and a man at the table next to us kept talking loudly and laughing in an annoying way. I could barely her her over the racket, and was having a hard time understanding her. I was in a hurry to get back to my meal before someone stole my seat.

Finally I realized she was asking about my dreams. She said something along the lines of, "Have you had any twist dreams lately?" I thought she must be talking about lucid dreams. I couldn't talk to her because the aggravating man at the table next to us kept laughing in an obnoxious way. He was listening in on our conversation, and laughing just to interrupt us.

I answered her question, "I have a lot of lucid dreams like this one. Let me show you." I locked my gaze on her eyes, while reaching to my right. Blue energy arced from my palm to the obnoxious man next to me. He screamed as I floated him into the air, and pulled the life force from his body in a flash of blue smoke and lightning. Everyone in the restaurant screamed as he convulsed, and then collapsed back into his seat. I caught him by the back of his neck, lifted him up, and slammed him down on our table. I did all this without removing my gaze from this woman's eyes. People started fleeing from the building. I stood up, placed both my hands on the man's chest, and then blew him to pieces. He dissolved into a cloud of fireflies, like glowing embers from a fire.

I looked down at my hands to stabilize the dream. I kept them in my field of vision while I rubbed them together. I calmly walked out of the restaurant as the crowds of people trampled each other to escape. I felt the dream fading, so I yelled "Stabilize" and "Clarity". It worked, and the dream snapped into sharp focus. I stood out on a lawn in front of the restaurant, and counted my fingers. My hands looked totally normal, but I somehow had six fingers on each hand. I kept counting to try and figure out which finger was the extra one. They all looked like they belonged.

I stood under the shade of huge oak trees, at the edge of an expansive lawn. The bright sunlight was filtering through the trees, making sharp shadows on the grass. There was a playground in the distance. I was amazed by the clarity of my vision. It was so sharp, I could see the strands of light that my vision was built on. It was like seeing the pixels in an image, or the brush strokes in a painting.

I wanted to feel the sunlight on my skin, so I started walking out of the shade. I was walking very slowly and calmly, but each step was a little jump. I would step up with a short hop, float five or ten feet, and land. It was almost like walking on a trampoline.

Before I reached the edge of the shade, I found myself back in bed staring at the insides of my eyelids. I tried to reenter the dream. I imagined myself standing on the lawn barefoot, feeling the wet grass between my toes. It worked, and for a second I was back in the shade, looking out at the playground. Then I woke up again and decided I should record the dream.