One Must Imagine Sisyphus Happy

Action Figure Fragment
Something about dolls and action figures used to annoy people. Like people would pass by on the street and I would hold out a doll and pretend to speak in its voice. For some reason, I think this is popular on the Internet.

"Hello, Dream!"
Method DILD (?)
Lucidity B
Vividness B
Control C
Not sure about the beginning. I recall being in a dark room with my eyes closed, trying to sleep. I hear an Indian man's voice. He is talking on the phone to his son. The son is asking for something. The father is saying something like "If you paint the lawn, then I'll get you what you want" and "Ask your mother what she thinks." I think: Paint the lawn? Do they paint their lawns in India?

But so I'm laying with my eyes closed and I feel like I'm falling asleep. I am trying to incubate a certain dream. But in my vision I see a different scene start to materialize, so I switch to concentrating on that scene. At this point, I might have really been awake, like a DEILD. Or I might have been dreaming of WILDing, but really a DILD. Either way, I transition into a new dream scene like a WILD.

I snap into the scene and I am lucid. I am in the living room of the Daisetta house, looking out the sliding glass door to the backyard. My vision is a bit blurry. I reach next to me. There is an ironing board randomly in the middle of the room. There are my glasses. I put them on and my vision turns sharp and more vivid. The colors outside also change slightly from bright blue daylight to an almost surreal yellow-orangeish sky. I step outside to the backyard.

I look around. The scene seems familiar, but it's actually nothing like the real backyard of the Daisetta house. The backyard is small and surround by a fence. There are tropical plants everywhere. It's beautiful. There are no people. Not sure what to do, I speak loudly: "Hello, dream!" There's a slight echo. Nothing happens, but it feels good to yell and hear my voice so clearly. Then I think of something from Waggoner's book: "All thought-forms must disappear!" Nothing happens. Hmm, maybe these aren't thought-forms?

I look around again. One corner of the backyard has changed. Now it's open. I hop over a small planter where there is a gap between two bushes. Now I seem to be in the open parking area of an apartment complex. This reminds me of SAV, where I lived in my childhood years. I wake up.

Transformer Fragment
I'm some kind of robot. My ex-girlfriend Jen is also a robot. We are on some special mission together where I have to protect her.