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#479 - DILD - 7:38AM

I've had a little bit of a dry spell lately with work being so crazy so it was nice to get to sleep in today and get a solid LD. Dry spells suck! It's weird that my old bathroom dream sign brings me lucidity once again.

I notice that peeing doesn't relieve my need to go so I lucidly try to make my son fly then I play with breaking glass.

A have a somewhat vague memory of a DEILD or in-dream-WILD. I feel my body is dream-like and I relax, letting myself merge into that familiar other. I have a hard time separating then spend a few moments wondering around the house I am in. My memory fades....

I am wandering around work with my son worried about some prophecy that I am "TO DO GREAT THINGS". I worry that I am not up to the task and that I am just a regular guy. I walk along the walkway and move into the bathroom. I have to pee really bad, but when I pee at the urinal my need doesn't go away. I try again and pee just as much. I recall having a non lucid dream earlier in the night about weird pee situations (truth) and think this must be the same type of dream. I am already lucid now, but I do a nose plug just to be sure. Yep. I leave the bathroom and rejoin my son.

There is a catwalk about the main production area with offices and cubical that open to the area. I toss my son up there hoping he will start flying around the shop. As I toss him up I shout, "HEY YOU CAN FLY!" He just lands on the up level. I rush up stairs and find him just sitting there. I say, "Common. You can fly. Just do it." I trow him up again, but he just lands hard and seems like he is in some vegetative state. The sight of him like that is disturbing so I move on.

I quickly recall my goal to make glass break control the shards with mind power. I rush to the break-room where I know there is a large glass window. I am happy to be at work because this is actually how I got the idea for this task. I stare at the window and it cracks all over but doesn't fall out. I make hand motions and point for the shards to fly out but the don't. I stand more directly in front of the broken glass and force it to fly out. I see a million tiny shards of glass float all around me like snow. It's all I can see for a moment then it fades away to the window still intact, but still shattered. I don't get annoyed, but play with it another way by forcing my face into it. The glass resists and stretches way out until I phase through. Instead of being in the break-room I am now in some small area with a door leading outside. I heard a voice and knocking. I say, "Who's there?"
The voice replies, "Steve, Mary, Sam, I mean, Samantha."
The voice seems to be a liar and I don't trust it. I sense something ominous there. I say, "Well, you're not coming it. You're never coming in." I turn away and begin walking when I wake up.

AND GO PEE FOR REAL

My boss took a phone call for me about a case. I had no clue what to do about it but he expected me to know. I was red in the face with exesperation at the situation and just blurted out to him to tell me what to do.
I felt powerless.

[I tryed to incubate asking my subconscious to tell me what to do It didn't quite work]

Sorry I've been inactive the last couple weeks, I've been super busy with school so the stress of it has made my dream recall poor, and my lucidity even worse. However, I managed to recall a bit of a dream I had last night...

I remember being in a two story building, almost like a warehouse, with very high ceilings, large windows used for the walls, and you could see the outlining infrastructure of the building. This was were my work was (while IRL my work is a small business in a one story building), my boss was getting upset with me because there was an overflow of cardboard boxes, and I guess it was solely my job to clean them up. He kept getting pissed that I wasn't working hard or fast enough and even threatened to fire me if I didn't work faster. (Luckily, IRL my boss is nowhere near that demanding or rude).

What's funny is that this morning I had a rehearsal for a gig in a church that looked a lot like my work in the dream. This church is modern so it had high ceilings, large windows acting as the walls, and exposed infrastructure. And later today, while I was at work, I realized there was a lot of cardboard needing to be taken out.

11.07.15

nightshifts, but today was off (last night)

No recall last 2-3 days. Other than working at my work. Tireing. Pls stop.

I'm back at my old workplace at the gas station talking to a friend there before I start the night shift. There is a rock climbing wall where the soda machine was, I mention if he's into that stuff still as I climb up the wall a little. He says he mostly into parkour. I'm about to mention a friend of mine who's also into wallclimbing but ramble on about a how I know him and never get to the end of my story. Customers rush in and I have to start serving them.

They are all middle-aged and obnoxiously drunk. The familiar stress of so many people vying for my attention. I do my best to serve them and my co-worker friend disappears. There are too many of them and they get behind the counter, drunk and not carrying. This aggravates me until I reach my breaking point and yell out for everyone to get out. They all laugh and ignore me. This makes me very angry and I stare at them with contempt and rage and they eventually leave. One middle-aged woman turns and comes back just to spite me, smiling a drunk smile. I yell at her but she does not react. I charge at her and she still refuses to move. I stop right in front of her. With contempt, I tell her I pity her and turn around. As I do she fakes that I hit her and she falls on the ground under a table. I turn around, knowing what she's up to, and not wanting any misunderstandings with anyone else. I jab her with my finger in the side and she jolts up. I sigh and go away.

Back at the counter I see two of my friends, what a relief. They are dressed as rockabillies, slicked hair and leather jackets. I greet them and tell them it's the same stuff as usual. They are with to Swedish speaking girls. I try to speak Swedish but it sounds absolutely ridiculous. We all laugh as I try to pronounce the price of their purchases. One of my friends tries to get me through a hoop of rope. As my feet go through it knocks a blueberry plate unto the ground from a table, my sister is sad at it breaking. Can it be replaced?

I wake up, write the dream down and try to float into sleep gently. See hypnogogic images of melting cubic people and people with only single numbers carved into their heads as faces.

Walking down a crowded alley of a tightly built European city. The buildings rise up on either side, shading the streets below. I'm with two French or Dutch couples. They talk about a magic powder they have smuggled. I get water as they all order pizza, one of the woman looks at me with disdain.

I'm in front of Big Ben in London, a cloudy day. I see graffiti all over a double-decked bus except it's an ad for fast food. Is it the magic powder showing me the real state of the world? That ads are graffiti by companies?!

I see a booth in the road, a warlock works in it, an old British man, who punishes people who break rules. If someone comes late to work, he punishes them by locking them up in his shack. "If you're late, you do time."

There is a Vice City-style shootout. People in the house are all dead. I'm confused... Have I done this? Oh God, what am I going to do? I see three people I know gunned down on the floor in different rooms of the cluttered house in the city, two cats also lie motionlessly on the ground. I worry, thinking of what I've done and what is going to happen to me. I walk down and see the cats, they still seem to be faintly breathing. I try to pick one up, it's in pain, I don't know how to hold it. I have to get it help. Doing that will show everyone what I've done. What have I done? What can I do?

I look around to see if someone else is breathing or moving, no one is. I try to get used to the fact that everything is going to end. Two other friends enter the house, sitting down by a few steps, haven't they noticed what has happened? When will they and what will they do?

#474 - DILD - 4:45AM

Summary: I am out to lunch and when I notice the time is incorrect I become lucid. I decide to eat other people's food and really enjoy the No-bake cookies. I talk with a coworker, but he turns into someone else. Oneironaut Zero comes out of nowhere and punches me awake.

I have some unusual wakefulness for almost an hour after 3am, so I spend the time focusing on LD and meditating as much as I can. I mantra that I will do a nose plug in the next scene I am in as I fall into sleep.

I am at work and about to leave. I am looking out some window thinking that I remember the gas light being on in my car. I have confusion because I remember getting a full tank last night (IWL). I assume that someone has siphoned my gas and I have some anxiety about this, but eventually let it go as there is nothing I can do about it.

It's lunch time and I decide to go out to eat. I get in my car and realize I drove the other car and that's why my gas is low. I ignore it though and quickly find myself at some restaurant. It didn't seem fast food, but there is a woman behind a counter and a very empty looking menu board with some guy taking off to the side. I ask the woman how long it will be for a "Country Basket Meal" and, after some thought, says about 15 min. Ok that should do, but how much time do I have left to get back? I pull my phone out of my pocket and see the time go random and then settle on 3:48PM. WHAT? I should be off work not a lunch! I do a nose plug and, to my delight, realize this is all a dream. I now remember that this is exactly what I was trying to do and kind of feel dumb for not noticing all this sooner.

I turn and see a large pane glass window and almost phase out of it. I stop when I realize it's way too dark outside and very rainy. I don't want to deal with that so I turn and head into the main dining area. I look over my shoulder at the woman and yell, "That's OK. I don't the need Country Basket anymore. I've changed my mind." The woman doesn't look up at and I worry that she didn't hear me. Then I chuckle when I remember that none of this matters anyway. I continue on.

When I see all the people sitting at round tables eating various foods, I feel a little disappointed that I didn't put my order in after all. Guilt free eating is the best! Naturally I go ahead and decide to just start eating off people's plates at random. I interrupt some lady about to take a bite of some food and grab a handful of chips out of her plate. I feel the social stigma of doing such a thing in waking life bearing down on me, but I forge on reminding myself that there are no rules here. The chips have very little crunch and absolutely no taste at all. I move on. I have another thought that this would all be terrible if I had somehow fudged up my nose plug and all of this was actually the waking world. No I'm really certain this is a dream. The woman just smiles dumbly at me as I turn away. In fact, I notice the entire restaurant is staring at me. OK all eyes on me. I am the star of this movie!

My work buddy Jon is sitting at one table alone and I see a plate of no-bake cookies piled up high. I take one and Jon looks shocked and pissed. I say, "Dude, relax. This is all a dream. None of this even matters." He too smiles dumbly at me. I take a bite and the taste is so vivid and very delicious. I take time to enjoy all the realistic feelings of eating those cookies.
I remark, "Fucking hell, Jon! You have the best food!" Jon starts to get up to leave, but I tell him to come back and remind him this is a dream. Now, I notice a half eaten chicken breast sandwich will all the fixins. I go ahead and try a bite of that but it's exactly like the chips. I grab another cookie before walking away.

The restaurant now merges into a version of work and I see Brandon. I give him half the cookie and tell him to try it. He hesitates and I tell him it's really good and to just try it. We eat the cookie halves together, but I've mostly forgot to notice the taste now. Still I say, "See? Pretty good huh?" Brandon just gives me the same drugged up smile as everyone else and it's getting old now so I try to ignore it. I continue, "I'll probably tell you about this dream when I come to work today. That should be pretty weird." Now Brandon's hair grows out and turns black and his skin changes color. He looks a lot like a Mexican and I find him morphing and changing face to be a little uninteresting.

I turn to leave and head another direction. Suddenly, I see Oneironaut Zero looking real pissed and quickly heading my way. He throws a jab a my face and my vision distorts. I made effort to dodge it, but I think just he hit me. There was no sensation of getting hit, just my vision is distorted and I am disoriented. I try to focus, but I feel myself waking up now. The dream ends.


2:44AM
Also have a near lucid just before this dream. I was camping with my wife and we kept hearing this loud growling. I sleep and dream in the dream that I am a little girl and they find my half eaten bloody body in the woods. I wake up back to camping and find myself on a dark path. I hear the growling behind me and I am very frightened. Some how I get a vague sense that its a dream and I should face the monster. I know that if I do it will become something nice. I turn to the growling and find a large friendly dog with blue and black diamonds in his fur. I think I called him Diamond. I get him to follow me and my wife falls in love with the dog. We decide to take him home but we have to do something about all his fleas! I go back to sleep in the dream and have another dream where the dog is talking about planning to steal all our coffee with another dog.

I decided to leave the country, and drive to Switzerland, to work at Kobelt Chicory, where my older sister works. I packed my stuff and entered a bus. The journey was long, and I appeared on the spot in the evening. The boss told me to go to sleep at his house until they give me my own room in the worker flat. I went to bed.

I woke up some time later, about three days later. During that time I worked all the time, and got assigned a room close to my sisters house. I visited her one day.

#469 - DEILD - 4:56AM

I slightly wake up from some dream involving an intelligent humanoid-hippopotamus creature resembling something Patricia Piccinini would have created. I didn't even find it all that odd. It was like a pet.

I lucidly relax back into a dream where I am in some mixture of my job and a gym. I look around and marvel how vivid the dream is. There is no one around so I call out. My voice is loud and echoes a bit. No one comes and I decide to just explore. Unfortunately, I wake up.

I decide it's not time to wake up and visualize walking. In a few seconds I see that I am walking on sand. I reach down and grab a handful. I squeeze feeling the soft crunch and then relax letting it trickle away. This new dream happens so fast that I find myself not thinking I am really in a dream. I feel it's just heavy HI. I'm wrong, of course, but I just tell myself it will all come together as I go along and let the thought go.

Perhaps I relax my concentration a bit too much because now I have the idea stuck that I was trying to capture Sasquatch by stacking large logs across a wooded path. I suppose I was standing on a sandy beach because now I see the sand ending at a wooded hiking trail. I see I have already cut a log so I heft it on my shoulder and march ahead. I am looking for the spot that I want to stack logs but the trail has opened up too much and it's all sandy again. I feel myself struggle as I move uphill. I decide I am working too hard. Since this is a dream I can always take shortcuts. Suddenly I am at the top of the hill and see a good spot to stack the log. I decided my work is already done and now I see a wall of logs across the trail. The idea is to get Sasquatch to chase me and somehow crash into the logs, knocking it out. Whatever.

I look to my right and see a log cabin with smoke coming out of the chimney. I turn to go check it out, but some strange creature comes out of the doorway. It looks animal-like, but also resembles a garlic cluster with legs. I have a mix of first and third person view as the garlic thing runs at me and bowls me over. I get up and run but a second garlic thing comes out and cuts me off. Suddenly, two new creatures resembling a mix of Groot and an ostrich comes out to battle the garlic things. I decide this is just the distraction I need to get away. I turn to run, suddenly wake up.

I recall another super long non-lucid dream where I go have my wife's wedding ring cleaned. I talk to the jeweler a long time as he polishes a huge golden trophy. I don't understand his words and he calls me out on it. When I leave I have a white pickup that runs slow. A lot of pedestrians block my way out and I get lost in some impossible labyrinth of a parking garage. Then I am under a house spending a huge amount of time looking for a lost ring with confusing structures. When I find it I am at my ex wife's parents house. The ring glows when I put my finger in it. I decide its some sort of toy so I go find my girls to give it to them. I look into the bright purple light that consumes me in a white light. I wake up.

9.19.15

This was last night:

1. I'm on a set of a TV show. It seems like I won it as a prize. The show is not being taped anymore, but actors got together to give me that experience.

Lots of thing are happening. One thing is - we are all sitting on something like a log ride and we are going down the stairs. The actors are singing the theme song "I'll be there for you" and when we reach certain point, D Messing shows up as a surprise.

2. I'm listening to radio and singing to the songs, but when country song comes on, Ophelia changes it, saying nope.

I'm showing some guy how to kiss by kissing him. I keep opening my mouth and Ophelia laughs saying that's not how you do it. Then I say ok, you could also add tongue and again I show it to the guy eactly how.

3. I'm running away from doing my duties at work. I hide in an abandoned building, sit down, read a book and pet 2 cats. I look out through hole in the wall and the guy from work is peeking his head out, spying on me.


This today:

1. I'm suppose to be working somewhere outside. I'll ask someone where did the others went and he tells me. I start walking there but I forgot my shoes and other things. So this guys gives me a ride in his beatup old red sportscar. It stars to snow and at the crossroad, we crash by going straight, not turning.

I turn around and see a huge explosion. I tell everybody to look. Now there are airplains in the air, helicopters. I see that it was a missile that detonated. I see bombs being dropped at that town in distance. Another missile starts to fall down, but then it's engins engage and it flies over us to the distance. Troop helicopters are dropping troops.

We go to higher ground and see that enemy troops took up positions everywhere. We try to hide and get away, but they are stationed everywhere now, with field tents, trucks, armor...

Yeah, here's another. First time trying to convey multi-threaded perspective dreams. Let me know how I did. =P

BARE-BONES ENTRY OF MEDIOCRITY

Interview

Google has selected me for a special interview session at one of their local facilities. I'm not thrilled about it, but I show up anyways. As I arrive at the facility, I notice the huge analog clock on the face of the building. Except, the clock doesn't tell the time. Instead, it's keeping track of the number of people in the building with IQs over 124. I raise an eyebrow at the misplaced elitism, half-wondering why they chose something so low as 124. I enter the building anyways.

A bunch of other candidates and myself are directed to an open-floor-plan classroom on the second floor. A lecture begins. The lecturer starts going over some hex string maths and methodologies that don't make any sense. Everyone else in the class seems to understand it, but I can't be bothered to try and wrap my head around what I'm sure is nonsensical. Instead, I leave the classroom and head downstairs. However, I leave a perspective thread to follow the lecture.

While the lecture continues in the parallel thread--and I dread being called on to answer a question--I make a stop at HR to get the benefits spiel. I figure there's no way they'll be able to match everything I enjoy at my current gig, so it'll be amusing getting the sale's pitch. They start off with the badge they had given all selectees. At this point, another thread flashes back to my research into the interview after I had received the invite. The Defcon-esque badge I'd receive for attending would be proof of my qualification, and allegedly a rather impressive resume builder. As the thread where I'm in the HR benefits pitch continues, the guy starts talking about their EEO initiatives, and I can't help wonder if the only reason I got an invite was because of affirmative action silliness.

Eventually, the threads all re-converge on the lecture. I overhear one of the staff, the HR guy, talking about some data loss or something, and the need to track down the people who took it and bring them to justice. That sounds more interesting, so I volunteer, stepping out of the window onto the ledge. I'm quite high up, and as I lean over the concrete, the fall into the forest below looked a bit too real. My fear of heights kicks in and I start to have some doubts. Stomach fluttering, I take a breath, and calm my nerves. No way this isn't a dream, I remind myself. And if it isn't? I silently consider. Well, this'll suck then. I jump off, taking to the air, shouting back to the HR dude, "Just don't tell your boss on me, kay?" I shoot off at crazy speeds.

Flying so fast is exhilaration, but the archetypes necessary to enable it make the control a little wonky. Nothing I can't compensate for, as I tear through the sky, over the miles of forest below.

I spot a clearing and descend, locating the culprits. I charge up some energy in my hands, and blast them with it. The intent was fire, but due to the archetypes used to form the little globules, I end up hurling a sort of chemical foam at them. Intrigued, I made some more foam energy globules and tossed them at the crooks for the sake of experimentation. The foam burned them more aggressively than any fire could have, which honestly was a bit hard to watch as the three of them writhed in pain, screaming as the foam dissipated, sinking into their skin and leaving discolored blotch-marks. I let them run past me, not caring to continue the experiment.

Unfortunately, I notice a T-Rex in my peripherals and teleport into forest-cover as the crooks are summarily eaten by the T-Rex...who's supposedly my teacher. Weird.

I Just Want To Party
I'm outside and I see that PT trainer on my FB. Her body looks pretty damn sexy. I walk inside, and it seems to be a bit of a gathering. I think it's a new year party. I can see food.

I'm now in bed with Joelle. I'm looking at her naked body, and notice that her body is not as toned as it usually is. I'm still attracted to her. I want to have sex with this girl.

I'm walking around and see that Dave and Trev are in a factory with a lot of people. They're celebrating the new year with them.

I'm in a warehouse. I'm in an area where it's higher up. I recognize some people. The PT is there I think. Dave and Trev seem to like it here, but I'm wanting to party a bit more harder, and this isn't the place to really do it in my eyes. I probably would have liked to be at the factory instead.

I see a scene of a natural disaster. It's water going through a town, moving buildings down with the flow of water. A guy sitting down was telling me that something like this was going to happen.


Offered Some Work
Dave offers me work. He changes his story on what I had to do at work. I try and dig for more information on what I'm doing.

I arrive at the worksite with Dave. It's a pretty busy area with other workers doing different trades. In front of me, I see two men, each next to a huge stump, wrapping a chain around it. The chain is wrapped from one to the other. I take a closer look, and notice that the chain has moulded itself into the top of the stump.

Not too far away from the guys that were at the stump is the worksite I'm meant to be situated. It's pretty much just a frame of a house that's up. I see a couple workers on there. I go up a level and am confronted by a 4ft nothing guy. He asks how tall I am, but quickly realizes I'm taller then him and would be allowed on the site. I tell him my height anyways. I notice that the floor is weird, and that it's not the most solid flooring. I feel like something to eat and make some toast. The bread slicers have been broken into halves. I think about cooking some sausages up also. I ask the guys if they want some sausages cooked up. One of the workers thought I was going to cook up his sausages for everyone, and said its cool if we use his. I was going to cook mine anyways. He goes on about his dog and the sausages. He starts acting weird and dancing.

#463 - DILD? 8:15AM -

Become lucid in a new dream scene and fly around. I see anderj101 and high five him. I then explore a place that I used to work and have fun breaking glass.

I wake after 4am and intend to get lucid as I return to sleep. There is a very vivid dream about a tarantula loose in my house. Its was too fast and bites me but I go back to get it from under a bed. I somehow sneak under a sheet and squash it when I see it's silhouette.

Later, I find myself on a hillside over looking a park and a lake. I step off into the air and glide across the area. I suddenly remember that I am dreaming and tell myself this is just what I do now [flying]. There is a young couple picnicking on a blanket below. I wave at them and expect them to be impressed that I am flying. They ignore me. Of course, why would they care? I turn, slowly gliding like I'm in creative mode in Minecraft, and see anderj101 gliding in a opposite direction. His body is in a crucifix position with a goofy grin on his face. I high five one of his out stretched hands as I pass by. I say, "Hey man! What's up?"
He doesn't reply, just continues to glide past like a Jesus figure. For some reason I think that I have been seeing him everywhere in my dreams. I laugh a little at his silliness and consider going after him to get him to talk to me. Something tells me this will crash the dream if I do. I very vaguely recall having been lucid just prior to this dream and my talking to DCs is what crashed it. I continue on as the dream turns dark anyway.

I make walking motions in the air and wonder why I am back to this again. It seem to think that I had just DEILDed, but I am not sure if this is true. I flap my arms and make more walking motions until I find myself hovering over a parking lot. It is now way harder to fly and I resort to hulk jumping. I pounce on several cars and notice a dream glitch where my position suddenly changes and I land on the pavement rather than the red truck I was about to smash. I hear Darlene from work yell at me and tell me to "throw away this magazine". I turn ato see her and several other co-workers at some picnic tables. I walk to her curious what she was talking about. Then, I notice the building. I say, "Hey! This is the old 13th street facility." I'm super curious to go in there after all this time and I forget about Darlene and her magazine.

As I enter the building, I worry about dream length. I tell myself that I really need hard set goals before bed or I'll just wander like this. I decide that if I try to make this super fun and interesting then I have nothing to worry about. The interior is totally remodelled and I am bummed that my dream is making stuff up. Then, I recall that Mercy Hospital owns this building now so maybe they would have remodelled in waking life. I become impressed with my subC for adding in the possibility.

I look around and see a lunch room with cubbie/cube storage and lunch boxes lined on top. It seems to be decorated with apples and rulers like an elementary school, but I totally ignore this. There is a large wall of small square panel glass that leads to a reception window to my left. I follow it, but no one is around. I really want to get to the other side so I start punching the squares of glass. I enjoy the feeling and sound of glass breaking and get really caught up in it. I soon wake up to the sound of my wife getting ready for work in the bathroom.

#456- DILD - 4:49AM

Hell. Why not? A lucid is a lucid. I have had vivid dreams all week and last night was no exception, but I'll be very brief.

I had a very long dream segment were an alien shape-shifting life form wanted to have sex with me and promised to be any woman I so desired. I visualized several very sexy women and the alien obliged me, but I ended just wanting to just be with my wife. I then had two false awakenings were I was trying to "get it" with my wife, but all sorts of crazy things kept interrupting us. I eventually had to go to work and while I was staring at a blueprint, trying to solve a problem with a cable, I became very introspective and suddenly got lucid. The dream instantly began to fade and I spent a couple fuitless moments in the bardo trying to salvage the dream.

So I stupidly didn’t record my dreams as I woke up in the middle of the night, nor did I really took the time to remember them upon waking up. So all I’m left with are fragments.

There’s a small little clip where I’m in working. I’m talking to one of my students, GRAZIELLA, and I playfully flick her hair (why would I do that?), she laughs and feigns being angry.

Second bit features NEIL DEGRASSI TYSON, who had a radio show. He said something controversial in one of the shows and the sponsors started to pull out. His son visit him, they’re talking on Neil’s den, who tries to tell his son that it’ll be alright. It was just one sponsor. At that EXACT MOMENT, on tv we hear that Neil’s losing more sponsors.

Back to Work
I'm working which is at the home town basketball center. I think it's hafele. I'm where the back of the old courts are, and there was an opening in the back left corner. Its coming to the end I think, cause there isn't much to do. I see a couple trolleys and collect them. The trolleys are miniature. A worker that's doing the same job jokes around and says "get ur own job". I leave the trolleys in his path to collect, but he says "well don't just leave them there, put em away". I put them into there bays. I try and put them in perfectly, but they move around. I check the other bay and notice that they are not neat either, so I just leave mine as is. I wanted it to be perfect for the worker as I wanted to do things right because I was new and nervous. I tell some of the workers about how I used to be on disability pension, and how it got cut due to getting 10 points instead of 20.
I cranked some tunes off of my phone and left it on a ledge so people could hear it.

Work must be over cause I'm in a car with people. In sitting in the back with a female, it's dark, so it's hard to tell who I'm with. I think it was Ashleigh Hunt. I soon realize that I have left my phone at work and tell them they have to turn back. I can tell some people are pissed off by the sighs. To my surprise, Ashleigh hands me my phone. It was near me the whole time. I think back and remember placing it next to me.

I'm back at work, but it's changed to Bunnings Warehouse. I'm near the entrance to depot, looking at cloths. There's a lot of clothes. I think they're all donated clothing, because there isn't 2 of the same thing, and a lot of different sizes. I see a man near me browsing for clothes also. I mention about finding it hard to find the right size. He disagrees with me.
I see something on the wall. Another worker shows me what it does. It has chicken inside it. He opens it and we start eating it. He told me Daryl paid for his. I'm holding a box with chicken in it. I grab some lemon and squeeze it on, over doing it in the process. I have a bite and its nice.
I'm standing around and I see a guy that has a English accent. He calls a guy Joe Weller that passes him. It rings a bell that name. As Joe comes over, I recognize him. I say "I know you...."

Dream Fragments
I'm on the streets in a Arabian place. There's dirt roads, and Arabian people. I see a car that arrives with a man wanting to sell his fireworks. I imagine shooting a Firework into his car as he drives off, resulting in his death.

I see a man with an erection. He's showing off his fat dick. The scene changes to him having some kind of strap around his dick. It looks like a bit of leather at the base of it, almost like a little collar.

Side Notes: Day 1 of fast, felt OK. Bed early tomorrow. I RC upon awakening without reminding myself.