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Store

I was walking at night in a sketchy area of a large city. I just remember walking past a bunch of people with hoodies on. I entered a gas station to get a coffee. I walked past a guy but couldn't find the coffee machine. So I grabbed some random things... Unleavened bread? Wtf. Someone must have fell asleep listening to a reading of Exodus, and it wasn't me. And I grabbed slushie and some bananas and put it all in a blender. The other customer in the store was looking at me funny. I couldn't turn the blender on.

I went to the counter and Jamie was working the counter. She said something to me about this gorgeous guy she knew who used to have a PS2. Um okay. Was she pulling a jealousy move on me? Or was she talking about me. I'm not gorgeous, but I did own a PS2... Dream fades.

Next night had no recall. Woke up at 3:30 am and couldn't get back to sleep.

Last night:
Lucid

I was in a large castle like building with large windows. I kept looking out the windows and seeing many impossible things. Thing like: lots of tornadoes but not hurting anyone, many people walking down a path with colorful cone hats, and various horses.

This made me lucid. I jumped up and floated to confirm lucidity. I landed by a doorway. I wanted to find Jamie again. Everything seemed really stable and solid so I decided to try Hukif's time dilation method again. As soon as I put my hand down on the ground, everything just faded to black... Damn. Maybe I should try something else.

WTF

I was in a chicken barn with Jamie. She said to me, "I want you to put it in my ***, Robert." (I will not publicly post what is going in where.) Then she pulls out a chicken from behind her back and is pointing it's ass end at me like a gun. She then says, "Are you chicken?" When she says, "chicken." She squeezes the chicken and and egg flies at me. She then chases me around the barn repeating the question and shooting eggs at me.

cooking

Just a flash of Jamie at a stove with a frying pan on one burner and boiling water on the other. We are just playfully talking while she cooks something.

Demon

Audio only dream. I hear a demon accusing Jamie of something. But forget what...

9th June 2021

Fragment (5:30):

I'm in an office building. It's day time and there's lots of light coming through a skylight. At different points I'm different people. It's quite busy here. Something about making a breaded fried chicken enterprise (i.e. a joint business) and physically half making it and the other half being bought from a unique source. I remember myself scraping some chicken off one of our blue kitchen plates into something else, like for cooking.

Scraps (10:00):

(Several dream sequences but recall fragmented.)

One sequence about Q?

Another bit near the end of a dream, I'm walking through some kind of cavern. It's dark but I might have some kind of light source. Someone else is here with me, following me? I am looking for something, an exit maybe. The cavern is not straight or flat at any point. I walk past corpses on or next to mattresses. Maybe some are alive, but either way, they're related to some previous part of the dream. I think I was trying to lead a bunch of people and they didn't like my ideas or what I was doing, which was why I ended up in the caverns.

Something about shooting some objects with H, but not sure what we used. Some kind of explosions were supposed to happen from the objects being shot.

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Notes:

- I went to the bathroom and got back in bed with a WBTB intent after the first recalled fragment.

- I went to bed at night with intents about lucidity and waking up in the middle of the night.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

I have a neighboring farm and I go knock on my neighbor's door to ask if he wants to sell me some chickens or chicks as I want to start my own chicken coop. But he says he won't sell any of his chickens. Gives me the number of the guy whom he buys from. His wife doesn't know what's going on when she arrives and looks jealous, thinks maybe he gave me his phone number. So I am amused and decide to stay around and talk to them more. Meet another girl who is staying there in a caravan or something, and she has a fish in an aquarium she wants to show me. I go into her place and at first it looks like an aquarium itself, then as we talk and she shows me her strange things, it turns into a very modern house, interactive. The walls and floor are interactive screens and our physical position is interpreted as a mouse click when there are options. Good for exercise but a really stupid concept, because some options are across the room or even near the ceiling.

On the airport to embark and I meet 3 dudes who are clearly morons and just came from some riots like those at the US capitol. They think I am one of them so they are bragging about their deeds and future plans to attack other places. I am recording everything in my cellphone.

At some parade or demo with environmentalists I know. I get a bit lost, get into side alleys. I get scared when I see in the dark what seems like a wild animal coming at me, but as it approaches, I see it is some little girl with beautiful curly hair. She looks frightened and exhausted and I embrace her and give her some solace. She says she comes from the mountains and bad men attacked her village. Bad men from Exxon or Shell, the ones we are demonstrating against. She says they had to flee. I ask for her mom and she says with bitterness that her mom run away in another direction and didn't care for her, so she run down the mountain to the town. I ask for uncles, brothers, grandparents. She cries saying there is no one else. I am heartbroken and I just wanna take her home with me. But I also think on the back of my mind that this child could be faking for some reason, so I am cautious.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

Julian Assange and Keanu Reeves somehow end up at my farm and we try to work together on a project.
There are some German people nearby camping behind some bushes and we talk about their possible intentions and if I should fear them or not.
At some point Keanu needs to go and I take him to the subway. For some reason we pretend not to know each other. Someone recognizes him. We depart ways and I join my mother at some other train.

At some shop with newspapers, I start reading one and ask the cashier how much it is. It ain't cheap and I wonder if it's better to subscribe online version, so I don't buy it. I still had the chance to read a horrible story in it about some people who had killed a rabbit with a stick in the middle of a town. It was news because it was gore and unexpected. I feel so sorry for the rabbit and I am taken to the moment it happened. I see some men beating the poor rabbit with sticks and I interrupt them. Give time for the rabbit to run. I go after the animal because he is hurt, but he disappears in the crowd downtown. I then realize I am in Lisbon.
I meet some people I know and walk with them a bit, but they end up in a jewellery shop to buy some gift to some friend and I get bored and leave.

I see a lady with a kid, trying to get eggs from a chicken coop at the local parish. Some eggs are out of reach so I offer to help and I walk them home afterwards. They live in a small appartment in a building she says is full of drug addicts. But I think her place is nice, just very empty. She only has a bed. I then meet her husband, a tall handsome man and apparently he likes me to. After spending a day with them, it's time to depart and we hug. My hug with him lasts too long, I am getting horny and I feel his boner. We forget his wife is watching until she makes some uncomfortable comment. I just leave.

Eggs

I was in my mother's chicken pens, collecting eggs. The chickens surrounded me and I had to push through the crowd to pick up those eggs. I got three or four of them.

Tanks

I was inside a tank, waiting on a hilltop until enemy moves from behind his cover.

It was an evening. I was in my backyard, through the window I could see the light turned on in the kitchen. There was a piano in the middle of my backyard. With brother's pals we were playing random tunes. When it got to my turn, I was playing a funeral march and then other random songs. I wanted to play something I made up, but it played something entirely different and random. The piano changed colour's and floated in the air. I turned back from it and saw a cat attack a small chicken. It escaped and ran to my mother, who was just passing by. It made crying noises, I wanted to help it and came closer. Then, the chicken exploded with a puff of blood, which hit my face. I came back inside, thinking "I could die in my sleep due to ulcers..."

Dream
I recall the dream starting in a house near where I live, there's family around (though no one I recognize, it's like a made up family). I decide to head off and I drive to another house, it's quite big and is painted white. After walking inside I come out, noticing that the other family members have arrived, one is a white girl (sister maybe?), another is an asian girl (sisters friend), then there's Saya who is the child of the family (around 3, she resembles honey boo boo). I think there's also a parent or two. I'm outside the house and I see my friends Dad, Ben, driving towards us with another person in the car beside him. He does a U-turn and snatches the coffee and muffin from someone in our family and then drives off. I laugh at this, those 2 have always been snatching stuff from each other, sort of resembling a Homer Simpson + Ned Flander relationship. I'm eating some kind of cooked chicken meat now, I think there was a mini buffet that was nearby. After this we all hop onto a yellow bus and drive on up the hill. While we're driving I spot Ben (who snatched the muffin and coffee) parked up by a house, he has a job interview. That's good, since he's been on the doll for like 20 years. I see Saya sitting at the front with an iPad or something, she's smashing it against the metal bar between her and the driver. It's so annoying... The driver has a 'fuck it' moment and just gets up and walks to the back of the bus to sit down. Oh my god! Really? Saya then goes and sits in the drivers seat and is semi driving while still smashing the iPad. I swallow the food in my mouth and put the rest of the chicken I was eating on the seat (it has packaging so it won't get any germs ). I head to the front, why the hell is no one panicking?!?! The sound of smashing is continuously repeating, but Saya isn't smashing the iPad anymore. I noticed that it's because she recorded the sound when she was doing it, so it's just the sound playing from the iPad. Wow, she must be pretty smart for her age. I get shitty at everyone because they don't want to discipline Saya, she needs to be told off so I decide that I'll do it, I start telling her off firmly without being angry or anything, letting her know why she can't do what she did and that she should apologize. While I do this, my ex gf smiles at me and sits on the drivers seat and takes over. Phew, we'll be safe for now. I then walked to the back of the bus and pick up my food, taking a bite out of it. The asian girl stands up and speaks to me rudely, saying "So now you're going to eat your food? You're so tense and angry, like you're so annoying". WHAT. THE. ****. I just saved your life and you say that? You couldn't stand up to a 3 year old! I'm a little bit furious, my mouth is full of food so I can't even talk back. In the end I just roll my eyes, sigh, then turn around and sit further away from her.

Dream - Fried chicken
I'm in a mall food court in line for a McDonalds/KFC with my friends Matt, Sam and Daniel. I can't spend too much money here, so I go to order my food and decide on some assortment of fried chicken bits. I have the food in front of me and it's arranged so as to allow the optimal amount of chicken in the box. I twirl some of it around and I'm impressed . The lady I got the food from at the checkout was a fat samoan who I started singing with. It was some sort of joke between us, we're singing a song we made up called 'What are you'. It was about the kid in front of me in the line who we couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl.
"What are youuuu" she sings in a high voice, and I sing back in a high voice too.
The family of the kid looks at us confused . I've now got an all you can eat buffet, I was supposed to save my money >_<. I think to myself that I should just share with my friends.
"What are yoouuuuouuuuu" we sing again... My friends got some healthier looking food from the food place next to the one I was at, this confuses me as I thought they were getting fried chicken too. I walk on over to them and sing "What are youuu" in a high pitch voice again, I really can't hit the notes as my voice just can't go that high. Why am I singing in public? Usually I would never sing in public. I reach my friends and sit with them, they have a big boal in front of them which I think looks like chicken caesar salad. It has a bottom layer of rice with lettuce and chicken on top. They offer me some and I pick up a piece of chicken, "dude don't just go eating all the chicken, there isn't much" I understand this because it's late at night and the shops are closing up, they don't have much chicken left.

Dream experience: 3 (a fun time singing)
Dream awareness: 1 (not aware enough to be lucid)

Non-dream
Non-lucid
Lucid

Dream 1: Chickens
I'm sitting in what seems like a windowsill with my girlfriend and another girl. My girlfriend leaves for a moment and the girl asks me what I see in my girlfriend. I don't know. She then says that maybe I should be satisfied and shouldn't chase after perfection. My girlfriend comes back. The girl mentions something about having fed her livestock. I can't remember the specific animal. Shit! I have to feed mine too. One type of animal can go a bit longer without food because they've somewhat recently been fed, but I haven't fed my chickens since I got them. The girl tells me to hurry, cause the place where we keep our animals closes at 9pm. I have about 5 minutes left. I jump up, do something at a white (kitchen)counter and leave.

Apparently I was at my mom's place. The animals are in the next flat. I'm laying on the grassfield in between the two, behind a sort of bamboo fence that givea me some cover to hide myself (barely though). To get to my chickens I have to enter the apartment of a young woman who lives on the 6th floor. I'm not sure how to enter unseen from the front and from the back it would mean climbing 6 floors of balconies. That seems like too much effort. My girlfriend is already on the walkway of the 6th floor with the woman, about to enter her apartment. She is to distract her. If it takes too long this might involve having sex with her. My girlfriend's sister is walking across the grassfield in my general direction. I call her over. I need her to stay here for just a second so that if the woman looks over she thinks that I'm here with my girlfriend. Her sister really looks a lot like her (but not in real life). The woman spots me easily and recognises the ruse. She makes a sound and a great number of cats appear to scare me off.

Dream 2: High little brother
I'm in my mom's house, walking from the hallway, through the living room to the kitchen. As I'm almost entering the kitchen my little brother comes crawling to the living room. He's high as hell and can't walk right now. He may have been meowing.

I watched a programme on NatGeo just before going to bed. It was about PCP and mentioned that people get really high and might amongst others start to bark like a dog.

Dream 3: Race!
There's a race in which I'm participating. Part running, part swimming. I recall seeing some beautiful tropical islands from a birds eye view. I end up in a big old timey house. We have to discover the correct way out to continue. There are a number of rooms, floors and stairs and I recall seeing only one other contestant. An overweight Chinese guy I believe. I discover a somewhat hidden passage. I need to pull away two pieces of wood and some piano-ish string. I enter and turn 90 degrees right. There's a passage. Just as I'm about to continue a hand passing through an opening in the wall. It's the butler. Lunch time. It's something that involves tomatoes. Damn. The Chinese guy was watching me, so he'll probably take this passage and get ahead of me if I go for lunch now. But I might not have enough energy for the final leg of the race if I don't eat. I go for lunch.

I'm outside with my Ghanese classmate. We finished the race and we have a single sheet, with amongst others a mark at the top, depending on how well we did. I got a 3.something and he a 4.something. Man that's bad. That means I gotta get a 9 or something on the exam to average a 5.5, which is a passing grade here (apparently I also suck at math).

Dream 4: Gathering
I enter my old timey house with a friend. There are multiple stairs that take you to different floors and sometimes the same floor but to the other side. I want to go up a set of stairs but have to pass the toilet which my Japanese housemate is using (we lived in the same dormitory in Indonesia). He waits with opening the door and when he comes out, shakes my friend's hand. Before washing his hands? Blegh.

I'm in my room now, which is really big. Also old timey. I have an enormous elliptical table that could fit 20 people and an entire kitchen area. More and more people join. Classmates apparently. Funny, I invited only 1. I don't mind though, it's fun. I don't know from where, but someone got food. People are also enjoying tea. I apologise for not having milk or sugar, cause I never put that in my tea.

Morning of October 7, 2015. Wednesday.



I am in the living room in Cubitis, seated at a large wooden table in the southwest corner. My computer is set up in a similar way as with my desk in real life. My wife Zsuzsanna and our children also live here (though in real life, they have never been to America), thus my dream self is at least partly aware of my current conscious self identity. It seems to be morning.

Our pet chicken (fictional, though my father raised chickens in Cubitis until we moved in 1978) is sitting on the table to the left of my computer keyboard. It seems to be an Araucana or Ameraucana hen. My sense of touch is enhanced. I vividly feel weight and motion as I try to make sure that the hen does not hurt herself by quickly jumping or flapping her wings.

Our black-and-white cat (Franco) eventually emerges from the hallway. He jumps up on the table and bites into the back of the hen. This alarms me because I know he will probably kill it. I try to push him back and I whack my hand over the animals, but our chicken is taken to the floor by our cat.

I get the odd impression that I may have accidentally detached either the hen’s head or the cat’s in an attempt to separate them, or possibly both are severely injured. I am not sure what to do, as our two pets may both be lost. I get the impression that a griffin will be the result of this situation though possibly weak until fed, as it is lying on its side, looking a bit fatigued.

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What does it mean to dream of a griffin? At the core level, a griffin is a flight symbol. A flight symbol is rendered in a dream in subliminal anticipation of the hypnopompic waking start. Additionally, a griffin is a mix of unrelated animals, which is likely to be a unique precursor factor of the coalescence of the preconscious and emergent consciousness.

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Some of my other dreams that feature griffins (links): (1) Griffin vs. Grandfather Clock, (2) R Brand, (3) Malfunctioning Griffin Game, (4) The Temple and the Tomb

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#438 - DILD - 2:17AM

Total day residue...

I am in some sort of sport medicine clinic like an expo or something. Some really old woman is trying to check out my legs. I have some sort of bandage wrap and there is pressure put on my some machine. The woman keeps hacking and coughing and seems to feel really ill. Another, younger woman comes to take over. I am put in different positions on a table. I feel super sleepy. Several nurses flirt with me and I feel awesome about that. One nurse says that my spine is fractured and I need a prescription for it. She tells me that her husband takes a lot of vitamin A and that helps his back. I overhear another nurse going on about how cute I am. I feel embarrassed, but flattered. I leave.

I am somehow mildly lucid now. I have left the expo, but I'm still in the same building. A Star Wars scenario is playing out and I get swept up in the storyline. I am running with Han Solo and the Imperial forces are attacking. The building rumbles and quakes from that attack. The walls crack and parts of ceiling falls. I am at a stair well and I can't decide if I want to go up or down. I tell Han Solo that up is for high command. Down would take us out. Han runs up and I stay not sure what to do. I see a door that says Summit Meeting. I decide to run down.

In a new hallway, a lady that I know from waking life is standing there telling everyone to get out. She's pointing down the hall. She doesn't seem too worried with that huge grin on her face. I run down the hallway and enter a large section of the building. It seems like a movie studio. There is stripes on walls and large numbers by doors. I see a large 8. A fat man in a rebel uniform runs past with a droid and a civilian.



He says how this solar system sucks [Earth's solar system]. I say, "Yeah it sucks, but not Earth. I love Earth. It's my home." I see a cheap revolver on the floor and pick it up.

I continue running down another hallway. I have someone running with me that I don't really look at much. We make it outside into the night and my lucidity level jumps considerably. I see a Stormtrooper in the ground flipping around and spazzing out like some horrible video game glitch. I hear someone say to shoot him as a mercy. I fire a shot to his head and run away. I consider how my gun seems to be silenced. There are other Stormtroopers shooting at us. The guy with me picks up a Star Trek phaser off the ground and starts shooting stormtroopers.



I see red laser bolts taking down Stormtroopers. I say, "Pretty." I shoot at some more stormtroopers. My gun just click like dry fire, but I see them fall so I don't care. Since this is a dream, it's like I'm just pretending away. However, I can't get over the fact my gun feels like a plastic toy.



Rebels and Stormtroopers are dying all around me as I run. I am in a residential area with house and a gas station. Everything is less Star Wars like now. There is sort of military style off-road vehicle in a driveway.



I hop in and punch it in reverse. I notice the ceiling is way too low but I try to ignore it. My friend is not with me anymore and for some reason I feel the need to find him so we can both escape. I drive around a bit, but the ceiling is bothering me too much. I realize I can easily fix that, so I push up on it until it stretches out to a comfortable height. I spot my buddy on a storage container with Doc from Back To The Future. I tell them to get in but my friend is now a picture in a frame. I stretch my arm out super long, grab the picture, and put it in the seat next to me. Doc says something about how I have to leave him. I back out, push a button, and pretend I'm in a helicopter. The vehicle hovers some, but I can't get much height. I start looking in the distance, but there is only dark void beyond the few houses around me. I sit idle unsure what to do next. I think it would be cool if Doc got killed somehow. As soon as I think that, I hear a missile swoosh past me and Doc goes up in a fireball. Nice! I wonder if I should try flying into the void or if I should just wake up so I can write all this down. I sit idle for a few moments longer and decide to just open my eyes.

Non Lucid
Earlier in the night I dreamed I was lying in bed next to my wife outside in the woods. I see some sort of have chicken half dinosaur eating deer. I hear a generic slurping sound from the dino. I get out my phone and take video. As I watch I worry that the dino will see us. I stay as still as possible, but it notices and leaps toward us. I shout at my wife to run, but she wont wake up. I feel panicked. I look up and see the dinosaurs giant gray chicken foot come down on me. Then nothing but gray void.

I am now... under the bed? Underground? My wife now looks different. She's ready to go kill the dino. She puts up her hair super fast and I hear some cheesy winding sound. I laugh. Her hair detached and she puts it on over her other hair like a large hat. She kisses me and her nose feels extra long. I hold her and we make out a bit. She says shes ready to go, but I stop her and say we have to do something first. I pull her yoga pants down and have sex with her. Things get intense and I wake up.

Recall has been terrible for the last week or more, absolutely minimal. Last night was a little better, maybe 2/10: I dreamed all night but could barely piece anything back together, even right after waking up.

NLD fragment, "No Chicken": I was in the backseat of a car being driven by someone else. I can't remember why we needed a live chicken. Although I had no awareness that I was dreaming, I knew instinctively that I should be able to conjure a chicken out of thin air by will alone, and I got frustrated after trying again and again with no success.

NLD fragment, "No Pants": My mom wanted to enter an underground cave complex that had been set up as a tourist site, but I was afraid they wouldn't let me in because I wasn't wearing pants. I solved this problem by taking off my bulky green sweater and slipping it on like a skirt, fastening it by tying the arms together in front. Though this left me with nothing but a sports bra on top, I buttoned my coat over it and at that point felt like I could pass muster. In the cave, I looked down at my improvised "skirt" and thought it was working pretty well—to a casual observer, it might even look like I was wearing a normal skirt with a sweater tied around my waist.

I commented, "Okay mom, this is the weirdest thing I've ever done." Though in retrospect I have to acknowledge that it really wasn't all that weird in the great scheme of things.

NLD, "Spheres of Gas": A journalist or scientist was reporting from near the top of one of the world's tallest mountains. He or she was filming the thousands of frosty white spheres, each one a few inches across, that spread in clusters over the rocks, and explaining about how these were a type of gas (carbon dioxide?) that was naturally sequestered here in solid form. The purpose was to expose some misinformation that was being spread about climate change. I think the prospects were dire, because changing conditions would cause the release of the gasses.

He was well above the frostline, so high that he was barely within a breathable atmosphere, yet he could look down and see the beautiful warm waters of the tropics directly below. When he was done with his report he simply jumped off the sheer mountainside and floated gently down to the sea, landing precisely in center of a spiral of white sand in the brilliant blue water. All this time my perspective fluctuated between observing him/her and being him/her (perhaps that is why the gender feels ambiguous?)

NLD, "Jidori Chicken": I'm at a grocery store looking for something to cook for lunch. I remember that I like venison sausage and ask about it. They don't seem to have any but give me a sample of cheese spread. I think I could fry up some chicken if it is fresh enough, and I find a small cut-up chicken with a label proclaiming it is only nine hours old. "Jidori chicken!" I think approvingly, having long wanted to try one of these ultra-fresh birds, but I wonder if the label is accurate given that it must have spent at least some time sitting on the shelf. How often do they update the label or clean out the old ones? I decide that it must be at least daily and put the chicken in my basket.

Sitting in the living room on the couch by the fire, my friend is busy doing something with headphones on. I take my headphones off and they want to eat. I have a few shopping bags with various kinds of chicken and cabbage, but think it'll be too hot to cook it inside, even though frying it is the best. Rather than decide what to do, I pick up my guitar and start learning how to play. I don't remember the chords after 7 years. I make up what I think is the A chord, barring my first finger across the 2nd and 3rd strings of the 4th fret, and playing the 3rd fret of the 5th and 6th strings. I strum with my thumb as a pick, and then see a pick stuck in between the strings near where I'm strumming. Perfect! I use it and play the chord and then the individual notes of the chord to a peaceful rhythm. It sounds awesome. I find a chord diagram and stand up to play so I can see it, but without a guitar strap, I don't yet have the strength to hold the guitar and play it. The B chord is wonky. The diagram indicates that B is just the 1st and 3rd fingers on the 12th fret of the 2nd and 5th strings with the rest open. Seems too far along the neck to be right. Before I can play it, another friend comes in and does a really fast yoga routine right on the wood floor. Looks like a pro. I take in the moves for later reference: Cobra, Downward Dog, and others. Then I go back to playing with the too open because I'm always worried that everything I do is displeasing to others.

I was participating in the Tour de France, except there were no bicycles involved. At first I was swimming in a river. There were other people swimming around me, including little babies and their mothers. The babies were eligible for a special award if they could swim well on their own, but in one case we noticed the mother secretly helping her infant by supporting it from under the water, so it was disqualified.

I didn't like being stuck in a group of people, so I exerted some effort to swim ahead of them and find my own space. It made me think about the huge variation in human athletic ability. In a long distance race like this, some people were already hours ahead. I figured I was probably somewhere in the middle, and I was sure that there would still be people hours behind me. I didn't feel any pressure to compete against others or try to finish the race quickly; it felt like the sort of event that one could complete at one's own speed.

Under the water I could see seaweed in a form that resembled bundles of thick green ropes, stretching endlessly in the direction the river flowed. They looked like they were flowing along too, so I grabbed them to see if I could catch a ride, but they were moving slower than I could swim on my own so I let go again. The race course led me out of the river and now I was running on land down a quiet little house-lined street, like a small village.

I was still thinking about that strange ropy seaweed. It had reminded me of thick cables of the sort that might carry electricity or another kind of signal. What would it be like if our society used biological materials like this for our technological infrastructure? I decided to try out the material, so I manifested a hand made out of the same stuff as the seaweed. It resembled a human hand in shape but was not connected to a body, and was light green in color. Mischievously, I made the hand crawl up the porch of the nearest house and pull the string of the bell that hung on the doorframe.

The door opened, and inside I was surprised to see that the one who opened it was not a human but a chicken, an ordinary-looking hen. She must have been a Plymouth Rock, judging from her black and white barred plumage. It reminded me of a silly line I'd heard somewhere, so I joked, "There's nobody here but us chickens!" She didn't make any response—maybe she didn't know that one?—and I was still running so I soon passed by.