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Plans: Night Five of MILD, goal to meet up with MoSh in a dream and find Asuka because he hasn't seen her in a while and wants to be sure she is ok.

Profoundly Inconsiderate
I am in a house with my ex boyfriend, James. I am in the bedroom with him, we are sitting on the bed, though there is nothing intimate going on. We are watching television together, I don't remember what movie it was, just that it was a comedy. We are watching it, and there is a specific part where a man and a woman are interacting on the screen… I don't remember the exact details. What I do remember is that James makes some comment that I find exceedingly offensive. I look over at him, trying to determine what he is meaning by that comment… is he trying to make a joke? If so, epic fail. Is he being serious? If he is, he's being profoundly inconsiderate. I say he can't be serious, he says of course he is, then he says I actually take this negative trait further than the character on the television. So he obviously isn't joking. I am both hurt and mad, but more mad. I have a soda in my hand… a glass with ice and Coke… I throw the coke all over him. The classical 'throw a drink in his face' reaction. He is not happy with that, but I really don't care. I get up and walk out of the room. I'm looking for my keys to get out and leave…

Dogs Having Kittens
… I drive away from James' house, still mad. I decide I want to stop at a Circle K to get something to drink and perhaps eat. I park and walk inside, where I look around and buy a soda and something fattening. I walk out with a large Coke and a package of Hostess Zingers, chocolate of course. I see something strange outside. Some people are following a dog down the sidewalk. They are having problems holding a large number of puppies, tiny puppies. A woman asks if I can help them collect the puppies. It's Asuka! She says MoSh is over there gathering puppies, but there are so many of them. I go over to MoSh and I start picking up puppies. The strange thing is the dog is still in the process of having puppies.

The dog will go a few feet, then drop out a puppy as easily as if the dog were taking a shit. The tiny puppy is wiggling on the ground when MoSh picks it up and carries it back towards the Circle K to put it in a box. I follow the dog now. The dog stops after about another ten feet and drops a puppy. I pick up the small dog. The mother continues, another five feet or so, drops a puppy. Another fifteen feet… the dog drops a puppy. I pick up the first of those two puppies. When I go to pick up the other puppy I discover it's a kitten. It doesn't even look like a newborn kitten…

I am able to pick up one more puppy before I have to carry my armful of cute back to the box. I meet MoSh on the way back and I mention to him that the dog had a kitten! He looks at the kitten and says not to worry about it, there's at least one of those in every litter. A kitten in every litter of puppies?! He says of course, have I ever seen a litter of puppies without at least one kitten? I put the puppies in the box. Asuka says they are after puppies, so if I would like to keep the kitten, go ahead. The kitten is sooooo cute! I can't resist. I take the kitten back to my car…

A Night on the Town With Jack Sparrow
… For some reason I head back to James' place, I guess I'm no longer angry about his comment earlier. The fact is I don't even remember the comment at this point. Now I want to show him the kitten I just got. The kitten is very cooperatively sitting on my shoulder mewing. The only issue I have is that occasionally when the kitten seems to feel a bit insecure, I feel the claws dig into my shoulder a bit as the kitten tries to hold on. The kitten lets go quickly and licks my ear as of to apologize for the claws. I get to James' place and I let myself in. I don't really notice anything strange when I see Captain Jack Sparrow from the Pirates of the Caribbean series kicked back on James' couch indulging in a bottle of rum. What I do notice is that Jack seems to be wearing one of James' nicest suits, I know for a fact it is the best one James has and cost quite a lot to purchase. I wonder why Jack is wearing it. When I ask him, he says I am being too uptight and I need to get out and have some fun. He drains the last of his rum from the bottle, peers into the mouth of the bottle, then holds it upside down over his mouth to be sure he has drained the last couple drops. He announces the rum is gone and we should go fix that. I tell him I don't want rum… he says I may not want rum, but I clearly need rum. I end up following Jack outside, and we go to a bar down the street where he orders rum. I tell the bar tender that I want mine to be a Coke and rum. The kitten is still on my shoulder. Jack is getting very exuberant. Very active. I see that the suite he borrowed from James is getting seriously trashed. I wonder how James will take that… and I realize I don't care.

I really wish I would have had time to write my dreams down this morning...now I feel like I have forgotten so much.

I became lucid in this underground club that was pretty empty except for a couple of female bartenders and cocktail waitresses. Immediately upon becoming lucid I was ecstatic and walked up to the cute girl bartender. Now that I think about it...I have to stop and wonder what happened to my morality. I walked up to her and said something along the lines of, "mind if I fondle your breasts a bit?" and without waiting for an answer I just started grabbing her boobs and sort of laughing about it. She didn't seem to mind too much though. I looked across the room and saw a group of guys just hanging out around this large hole in the floor. It was a circular hole, maybe 7 feet in diameter...and there was a railing all around the edge of it. The guys were just hanging out and having a drink, leaning against the railing. As I walked over I noticed that the hole was completely black...there was nothing but darkness...like a black void or bottomless pit. I decided to show off.

I climbed up so I was standing on the railing and proclaimed, "hey, guys! look what I can do!" ...and I climbed over the railing and stepped out over the hole and just sort of hovered there for a few seconds. They were all very impressed and watching what I was doing. But then...I began to slowly sink down into the blackness. Shiiit! I thought. I tried to fly up out of it but I couldn't. There was nothing beneath my feet and I was just slowly sinking into the darkness. Sooo I decided to just go with it and see what I could find in the darkness. I tried to think that there would be a basement to the club down there and tried to form a club around me but I couldn't. I was completely immersed inside the black void. I floated around...again trying to form some sort of dreamscape. But all I could form were very vague outlines of shadowy people, just barely discernible in the blackness. Damn. I was getting annoyed...floating around in nothing. It felt as though, my consciousness had sunk into blackness. As though, my brain had stopped doing whatever magical thing it was doing before to create these beautiful dream images. Ah ha! I realized what I needed to do.

I needed to stimulate a certain part of my brain. So I focused my attention and tried to stare out of the top of my forehead. There was a straining sort of pressure at first...then I felt the buzzing start up disk...and images and colors began to swirl around me. Suddenly I was enjoying a new vivid dreamscape. It gets a bit blurry here, as I was with some old friends. But at some point in the lucid dream, a certain famous and very attractive celebrity showed up. Let's just call him E for the sake of not naming names.

We spent a lot of time together and then decided that we wanted to share a dream. So we laid down and went to sleep, and I found myself in another dream. It took me a little bit to find him again. This was an extremely long and involved lucid dream but I can barely remember any of it. At first I think I had sort of lost lucidity. But when I saw him again I said, "I can't believe this is actually happening." And he said...in a sad way...."it's not. It's just a dream." I laughed, and at that point and remembered that it was our dream and regained my full lucidity. There's one part of the dream that I remember... There was a beautiful sunset. We were by the sea. He was holding me like he never wanted to let go, and kept saying that he was afraid of losing me. I kept saying, "I wish this was real. Why can't this be real. I don't want this to be a dream." I remember this ridiculous amount of beautiful sadness and melodrama about the whole situation.

I don't remember at what point or why we agree to wake up...but I think it had to do with the fact that I wanted it to be real and I knew it wasn't. But we decided to wake up. Now this part is shocking to me...because I thought I would just wake up into the real world. But when I woke up, I woke up into the dream I was in before. The same one. I was in the same room where I had laid down to go to sleep to dream with him...except he was gone. I didn't see him again after that. I remember being really confused, because I had just...without any doubt...had a dream within a dream. Without even meaning to...and after having told people that I do not think it is even possible, and that Inception is just a movie. A move that I don't even like! It's like my subconscious was out to prove something to me. Which is that...it is very possible to have a dream within a dream. So I will just shut up about Inception from now on.

I remember floating down by a beach and I saw a pirate ship. Oooo I got excited. I'm going to meet Captain Jack Sparrow! I ran down to the pirate ship and climbed aboard. It was completely empty so I walked to the cabin and opened the door. Right as I opened the door Captain Jack walks out and gives me this look. Ok, you know...the Jack Sparrow look. I wanted to laugh. He was so sexy I wanted to kiss him. I remember thinking that he might smell though, because he's sort of dirty. I think he said something to me and I went into his cabin with him. I think I woke up shortly after.