non-lucid

Tiny Lights
A few nights ago I dreamed I saw lights in the sand the size of a grain of sand. They were blue and green and maybe yellow. I scooped up some sand and got several in my hand. I tried to sift the sand out of my hand leaving just the lights.

This is residue from my fiber optic interests.

Eating

Over that last few days I had a dream where I was eating fish and one where I was eating a snow cone being very mindful of the texture.

The fish leathery on one side, but tender on the other. I wanted the tender, flaky part. The one where I was eating the snow cone was residue of doing a lot of research on shaved ice machines for a snow cone trailer I'm thinking about buying.
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Two giant horse-like creatures were moving towards eachother sideways. I was between them. A girl helped me get up one to avoid being smooshed. It was buff colored.

I was on my stomach over the horses back trying to get over it more so I would be positioned more evenly.

The horse then started walking around a center structure. I thought when it came full circle, I might be able to get off.

Dream Skip

I was in a room trying to sleep. I looked outside and there were 4 guys playing base guitar. I remember all of them had bases with different shapes and color. I kept looking for a guy with a white bass, but he wasn't there.

Dream Skip

Then I heard God talking to me (I'm not a God person). I was so happy that God finally indicated he wanted a "relationship" with me. In my belief system, invisible things have to some how make themselves perceived, or I must some how discover them, to believe in them.

So there I was. God was talking to me. He told me I needed to start talking to my Mom again. This bothered me, but I thought that if God wanted me to do it, that was easy enough to achieve.

I decided to make amends with my Mom, but then it was my Dad that I was going to make up with. I used to fight with my dad all the time.

I found myself up on a hill looking down at my Dad's house (it was different than in waking life). My brother was coming out, fighting with my dad. I needed to figure out how to get in the house without being notice so I could get some stuff and get out.

Dream skip to some other location. I asked a woman if God had ever spoken to her. She said "Yes." I told her God just spoke to me, but I mean SPOKE to me for real. I heard it!

She said, yea, he's Irish. I said, "YEAH! HE'S IRISH!"...and then I remembered his voice as being Irish, which it wasn't when I heard him.

I don't believe in God any more after that dream, but it was awesome having such a dream. This was the second intense dream about God that I've had.

Lucid Dream Game

I saw little creatures that we designed in our Lucid Dream Game. There were about 40 of them. I also saw some white ones, which we haven't discussed making.

I was surprised at how well I was visualizing the scene.

Sleeping in My Old House

I woke up in my old house. I was nervous because I didn't mean to fall asleep there. That would be dangerous since it isn't our house anymore.

I had a false memory of having arrived in the first place. I woke up my brother and told him we had to go. I went to the back door and there was an alarm. I had turned the lock, but I turned it back because I didn't want to trigger the alarm by opening the door.

I went back to get my brother. He was asleep again. I was pissed. I wanted to get the hell out of there. I thought that from the inside, we could go into the basement and head out that way without triggering an alarm, but it was too late. The new owners were home.

I was trying to sneak out while they were in different rooms, but the maid saw me. She was going to let me leave. She seemed to understand I didn't mean any harm. Then one of the owners saw me. I started kind of crying and explaining what had happened.

They didn't seem upset, but I was still trying to explain away why we were in the house.

Then my dad was in the house with his second wife. He was mad at my brother and was being kicked out of the house. I was out watching this all take place, but somehow still trying to escape.

Angry
I was in an apartment that belonged to my first girlfriend. She could afford several houses iwl.

I was with my wife arguing. I knew that R thought I was still a raving lunatic, but she couldn't understand the communication problems we have. In trying to explain, I was trying to tell her about an old dream I had of a book titled, "GOD HATES YOU."

Surfing

I saw monster wave. It was hundreds of feet long and a couple stories tall. I found where I could approach it and not already be in the tube. I never saw my surf board. It may have been a make-shift surf board.

I approached the wave and ended up behind it so I could catch up and ride it. I rode it for a second, though it wasn't really vivid. I didn't get to enjoy it so much.

I rode the wave in a little. Now someone was with me. We were riding the wave where it took us which was not exactly to shore. It took us to where water was coming from another direction as a river. The two waterways merged and we just had to keep our balance. The water was muddy like the Colorado.

Cable

We bought a $50 cable package and we had such a variety of shows to watch, but I was concerned about the money we'd be spending. I saw the program listings, not any shows.

I have no desire to get cable iwl.

Ron J.

I was in some kind of resort and Ron J. was there. I asked for his autograph. I found out he did water colors and asked if he would make a watercolor painting for me. He said they were all just water colors or something like that. I told him that's what water colors ARE. I asked if he would do one for me and sign it. Then I would have a painting and an autograph.

He said "I might just do a parallelogram or something. Maybe some other shape." I was a little disappointed, but I figured, if that's what he does, then so be it.

Toothpaste

There was a black guy who was shown the germs on his teeth with an ultra-violet light the way they show in the commercials. He had been using "Ultra Crest" or "Ultra Sensidine" or something. He wasn't happy.

Now we are at someone's house. He looks in the mirror and holds the light up to his teeth because he is freaking out about his teeth. He kept saying something to himself as he shined the light on his upper teeth, then his lower teeth. I think he kept saying the name of his toothpaste.

As he alternated from his top teeth to his bottom teeth, I saw in the mirror that his top teeth were REALLY green and his bottom teeth were yellow.

He started scrambling for different toothpastes. He piled up toothpaste from three different tubes on his toothbrush. Then I started looking for my tube to brush my teeth.

Then there was a lady in the room. She said she once heard that if your teeth were really bad, you could take toothpaste or mayonnaise and snort it and get it to your teeth that way.

I thought that was really cool. I pictured it going to my stomach, being digested, and getting to my teeth through the blood stream.

I started brushing my teeth. I had an old style brush I used to have when I was a kid. The head was bent like a dentists mirror. It broke in my mouth so I had to brush very carefully to keep just a little pressure on my teeth.

I was with my first girlfriend. We were watching prisoners who were chained up and on display busting up rock. We ended up taking one with us. He was a blond guy.

I started talking to him to make him feel comfortable, and to make me feel comfortable. I was kind of afraid of what he might do.

We started playing a video game, though I don't remember anything about the game. Then the guy turned my attention to someone. He said I'd be interested. I turned and saw a fantastic blonde girl with curly hair playing piano.

At first she was playing Pinball Wizard. When I looked at the music, it was Wish You Were Here. I told her I've been listening to that for weeks now, which is true in waking life.

I noticed she had one hand in a cast. Then I looked back at my girlfriend and she put her head on the guys shoulder. I looked at her disturbed and she stopped. I was very jealous.

Then I started trying to play a video game again. Then I was trying to put something down on a table, but there was urine on two or three of them and I had to carry whatever I had.

Dream Skip

I'm in bed with a few people--guys and girls. I am trying to touch this girl next to me in a way that nobody will notice, and so the girl doesn't get mad. I am hoping for a sign that she doesn't mind.

I end up touching my vagina, (I'm a hetero guy in waking life) but I didn't feel it. It was as though it was someone elses, but now there was nobody there.

The Hospital Guy

I was with my brother who was pissing me off as usual. We don't speak anymore in waking life. I/we were packing up our stuff to move or something. He finally left and I was glad.

Next thing I know I'm going down the road with all my stuff in a car. I let two pieces of trash drop onto the highway (I never litter in waking life). My car is now stalled. I pick up one piece of trash and put it back in the box where I had it. I open the door to steer the car to the side of the road while I push the car.

My friend MJ is at a garage or something on top of the hill above where I'm pushing my car. He tells me to remember Saturday. I asked what we were doing Saturday. He told me, and I repeated it a couple times, but I can't remember what we had plans to do.

Dream Skip

I'm in a big, empty room. A guy is starting a hospital. He had worked in a hospital, but now he was starting his own. The story was, he had wanted to, but couldn't. Now his mother was dying, and so he started his own hospital to work on her. I heard the explanation from a narrator.

Again, the room was empty. The guy was cleaning up the place getting it ready. I saw a cleaning solution being poured onto the floor, but it was being poured on a cup at a time.

It was like a thick soap, and it was thrown onto the floor in different colors. It landed with a slight splat pattern. More and more was being thrown onto the floor until it was mostly covered when the dream ended.

Fight at School

I was in a school setting. It reminded me of my elementary school at one point, but nothing else about the dream had anything to do with it.

It was very crowded. A black guy wanted to fight me for some unknown reason.

He ended up getting brass knuckles. This idea was carry-over from a movie I recently saw. I was terrified. I got a broom stick or a mop handle with nothing attached to it and hid it behind a door so the guy wouldn't see it when he came after me. I wanted the element of surprise.

At one point I saw some school officials and I said, "I hope you're going to protect me!" I figured it was their job to protect students, though they didn't seem to care.

Eventually the guy reached out and gave me the brass knuckles. They were thinner than they would be in waking life. He looked at me as if to say, "Don't worry white boy; I'm not going to hurt you."

I was so relieved. I gave the brass knuckles back to the guy.

Girl

A girl Bv came up to me. She was looking at my clothes. She said, "Are those boxers?" I said, "Yea." She said, "Can I see?" I showed her the top of them. My hip bone was showing. She was acting like she wanted me, so I said, "Come here" and led her down a step and around a corner where nobody could see. I wanted her to put her hand down my drawers, but then she backed away. She said she couldn't. I was very disappointed.


Art

I was in a bedroom, but much of it was set up like a shop of sorts. People had come over to buy stuff. At one point they went into another room. A guy was in the room as if an employee. He straightened up the place while the customers were in the other room. I told another DC that he was doing a quick "puff and tuck" which is a term we used to use at a bedroom store when we had to straighten up.

I found it odd that he would do a retail straightening up in a bedroom, but he was gay and he liked making sure everything was just so.

Then the people came back into the main room. Now they were looking at art that was in the room. The manager of the old bedroom store told them to hold on. He wanted to show them something. He left and came back with some art that I had done and given him many years ago.

This art was in the style of art I did many years ago with particle board, india ink, glass chips, and little stones to make stars and planets. The wood was cut into a semi circle. Another was an oval canvas.

I got a pretty good look at one of the pieces. There were three planets in a nearly straight line. There were also glass chips that made up curved lines. The were either colored glass, or I had painted a representation of reflection nebula around them. The constellations were labeled Enceladus and Titan (not constellations in waking life, but moons of Saturn.)

This is carryover from a sound project I've been thinking about.

I would like to try to make this piece of art just to see something from a dream on a regular basis, but I'm not set up for it. maybe some day.

Candy Display

I was leaving a room where there was some kind of gathering. I saw these things in a display case that looked like little brains. It turned out they were little candies. I said, "What are these? Little brains? WTF?!"

From across the room, someone responded, "WTF!"

I thought that was so funny and so appropriate!

Blond

A strange DC wanted a girl to be with him. He was saying, "Just give me a chance. If you don't like me after giving me an honest try, I understand. Then he told her to go in the kitchen and make him some food when he's nervous (that meant right then).

That's when I got a look at the guy. He was tall, lanky, and his hair was disheveled. I told him not to order her around if he's trying to get her to like him.

She was going to make him some eggs, but needed help. I asked my wife if she would help her because I figured she wouldn't want me to help this pretty blond (The blond that Peter Parker took to the jazz club in Spider-man 3. She pressed up against me from the back. My wife wasn't saying anything. I reached around and grabbed the girls ass and squeezed. It was nice.

Later, I looked at her and apologized just mouthing the words. She said it was OK.

A Girl's Test Drive Adventure

I was walking down a hallway. Someone was behind me. I acted out my thoughts as if a I had some for of terrets. I was nervous, and was thinking about punching the person, so I turned around and and punched, though I pulled my punch. When I realized it was a girl, I felt really bad.

She was a cute blond with medium length hair. She was sad and I felt bad I had reacted nervously like that. We came up to a door leading out and I said, "Let me at least open the door for you.

The girl was upset. Outside I realized she was being bothered by the mob. A gutter from a house was across her car, and she was now driving it towards me. Now I'm in the car with her and someone else. We have had someone install new parts for a lot of money.

Now there is a guy in the car showing us the new steering wheel. It is supposed to be really nice and offer super comfortable, responsive steering. I am very fond of the girl.

She continues driving. Testing the car, she goes through some tight spaces at a Krystals and a bank. We went through the parking lot and ended up at McDonalds.

In McDonald's I have a false memory of a cute, heavyset worker. She had short hair and was cute. She liked me. She tells manager and another girl behind the counter that she likes me. Then she is on my side of the counter washing something in sink that would be in the back. She complains about her work just to have something to say to me.

I tell her she's doing a good job. She hugs me. I took the opportunity to hug her back, close and tight.

I really don't want to because she's too big for my taste, but she is cute, so I hug her and push into her. Then we break away.

I see the manager. We know each other, but he is also a false memory. I've come in there with my wife. I'm afraid he'll say something to my wife.

Now I'm in a car-parts store attached to the McDonalds. Whole Lotta Love is playing through really bad speakers which I also remember as a false memory. I sense the grime everywhere. I think that the poor quality speakers make appropriate distortion for the song where Plant is moaning, but makes the song, but it ruins the song (That is not how I feel in waking life).

Now I'm ordering and paying for a $6.00 part for my car, while a friend is ordering a cheap part for his car. I look at his receipt to see where I'm supposed to sign.

The End

Women

I had my face up to my wife's lower region. As if she had to v's, I cupped one in one hand, and the other in my other hand. I thought about licking her.

FA

I called for my father and he answered. I quickly realized that it was too good to be true. I called again and he answered again. I should have gone lucid because I knew that he couldn't be answering.

I discussed it with my brother and asked if he heard Dad answering. He said "Yes." I called again. I don't think he answered again.

I tried to imagine myself going back to sleep holding a J. M. from my childhood. I couldn't make that happen.

Later I dreamed that a black girl needed consolation. She hugged me and brought me to her bed. She wanted a little. I started kissing the top of one of her breasts and liked it. I was going to try to get more of it, but I woke up or quit dreaming.

Not the Favorite Child

Alarm Infiltrated Dream

I dreamed that I was hearing someone talk about how they were not the favorite child, and I thought to myself how I was not either. I used a very specific phrase which was a little odd for me, but it was spoken a bit to formally. I thought it was well said, and interested that I would think of those words. I also thought I would remember that I said it that way, but I don't remember the phrase.

I woke up hearing a woman's voice on NPR. I can't be certain, but I know for myself that the alarm had infiltrated my dream. I seemed to be responding to something. I know it was the alarm.


I Didn't Do It

I was at some kind of camp. I was watching a martial arts tournament. The scoring was kept by finger paints.

At one point, I got my pinky, ring finger, and index finger in the green paint. I made dots on the concrete.

My friend Mike S. got his fingers full of paint, then marked the board to change the score in the tournament. The score keeper saw it, but they were friends, so the score keeper, a heavy sat guy named Raginal or Raginald left his post so he could claim he didn't notice.

Then someone came running out claiming that someone cheated. A lady came out to see if this was true. It came to light that someone had been washing a sink. Then Reginal was back in his chair. The lady then came to me and saw my fingers still had some green paint on them.


I started to explain to this women who was in a pond trying to catch little fish with her hand, that I had gotten paint on my fingers, but then I maid these marks on the cement as if I'd typed Ctrl+ P (even though the marks showed a design of Ctrl + Shift + P. The lady said, "Control P?" I said, "Yea, for "Print." If I just made a mark, that would have been unimaginative!"

I tried to explain that the sink had been cleaned because someone else had painted the board and they had to clean their hands, and I was hoping that--what's his name?"

The lady said "Reginal." I went into this thing about Oh yea, and how I really liked him even before I joined the camp. We really connected as friends, and I was hoping the (here I spoke up so Reginal would hear me) ..."Reginal would speak up and tell the truth because he saw what happened!"

I never got it all out, but I was working on it. I woke up.

Escaping the Nazi Invasion

I was at my house with my brother. For once we weren't fighting. We left my yard hopping the fence in back. It's a flimsy fence, and it was easy to get over, though I remember us being careful. We put our heals in the rectangles as we went over to the other side, then jumped off.

We ran through the woods a little, then made it to the edge of a Druid Hills neighborhood. I looked over a hedge to see where we had come out. I knew it wouldn't be far enough. Over the hedge was a creek down a hill. We hadn't gone far enough.

My brother was already headed up the street. I wanted him to stay out of site from the cars passing by and the houses on the right. He didn't seem to care. We continued under the cover of night.

I went up the street behind the hedge hoping not to be seen by anyone in the houses, and bending down so my head didn't show above the hedge line. Cars kept coming so I couldn't walk beyond the hedge. There was no end even in the middle of the night so I came out of the hedges onto the sidewalk making it look like I'd been bending down to tie my shoe.

Once I was walking on the street, we were OK. We walked along and made it to someones house. I saw asparagus ferned out, growing along the steps that went down, and then back up to their house.

I asked someone if they knew what it was, proud that I did. I looked in the windo and saw pincones with trees growing in them. I thought they were so neat. Then I saw these little designs of sea shells stuck together on the counter. I thought they were neat also. The owner appeared in the window and I felt as though I/we were wrong to be at his house. I tried to tell him through the window that I liked the stuff he had.

Now I was inside with this group of people, but my brother wasn't around anymore. The owner then came in from the outside. Someone said he was with a special group and not to bother him. He was important somehow. He came over though and started talking to us.

He mentioned he thought we'd used a certain coffee cup and he was glad we didn't. It may have been a yin-yang coffee cup. We had used tea cups, so everything was cool.

Then I was in a different house. They were Greek. I mentioned how the Greeks had once saved the Jews, so I felt comfortable. In my dream, I confused the fact that the Greeks and Turks don't like each other, but the Turks once helped the Jews.

Now the Nazis were coming. The Greek guy in this house got a sword and a shield and left to meet the Nazi challenge. I didn't have anything to fight with.

I ran around looking for some weapons. I saw a friend who was also looking for a weapon. We went up the street where a friend had a car and told us to come on. He went on ahead so I screamed, "Then wait up for us. The guy drove on.

My new friend and I knew we needed a car to escape. My friend made it on up ahead before me. He ducked into a diner or something. I then caught up, and found a classic car shop. It was a small place. It was kind of dark and hard to access. There was a lot of commotion. People were trying to get a car and leave to escape the Nazi's.

People were already looting it, so I said to myself, "This is war and the shop is gone anyway. So I went in and started looking for the keys. Someone pulled out a board and let me have my choice, but I was somehow guided to the first key on the board. It was car 547 in spot 337. I couldn't see it on the key, and I was afraid I was going to forget the number, so I kept saying it too myself.

An old lady with a dog tried to help me. She didn't talk, but she told me where to go. She also told me to put something on, as I didn't have a shirt. (I know, she didn't talk). I told her that I didn't have a shirt. Then I was holding a shirt, so I wrote the number on the shirt very quickly and started looking for the car. (I never found the car. Darn!)


It ended up to be a really big, commercial dealership. I had somehow ended up outside the shop again. I walked back up to it. I had to get a car before other people got it, but I had a key. Surely they would run out of keys soon. I went inside and now I was being seated with a bunch of other people. We had to be served breakfast and the sales people were going to talk to us before we got our cars. It was part of the experience for them to treat their customers well.

All the booths were circular. The seats were red. I recognized everyone from false memories. I tried to sit by a pretty girl who said, "Not here!" so looked for another booth with people I wanted to sit with. I noted it was just like riding a school bus (referring to the rude girl).

I woke up with the number 547 337 stuck in my head.

Lucid Bad Guys Then The Good Stuff

I was with my Dad. I had rock playing on the radio and he let it play, but I realized he wouldn't really want that playing, so I told him I'd change it. He nodded. I found 90.1, NPR.

I was in the breakfast room of my dad's house in Druid Hills again. On the other side of the breakfast table were two guys in the mob and a girl. The guys were going to do harm to me and the girl. I went around the table to get the bad guys.

I went to move the girl to get access to the bad guys, but instead of putting my hand on her shoulder, I ended up grabbing her breast. It was very soft.

All my DC's were in freeze mode now, so I decided to take the girl to bed. I lay her in bed and said, "You know what's going to happen now, right?" She nodded "Yes."

I did a quick reality check. I had six fingers.

I took of my pants careful not to get them caught up on my feet and spend a whole lucid trying to get my feet out of my pants. I turned to her and got on top of her. She had a rectangle above her vagina. She had dark hair.

I kissed her flat stomach and went to fuck her. As I was trying to put it in, I woke up.

Going to the Moon and Mars

I was at my Grandmothers. I was getting ready to go to Mars, and I was going to meet a friend. My friend, MJ, got in a lunar lander and took off before I was able to tell him I was going to Mars, so he started going to the moon.

I tried to program a message system to advise him. I got a piece of clay and started scratching Send and Cancel buttons. That wasn't working so I gave up. I just wouldn't meet my friend on Mars.

The night prior I had watched a special on a mission to send a lander to Mars.

Copping with Victoria Principal

I was looking right at Victoria Principal. I was telling her how beautiful she was. I touched the side of her breast, then saw 4 people nearby talking, so I quit.

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I had another dream where I was about to run my fingers through a girls short, blond hair. It didn't happen though.

A couple nights ago I dreamed I was going to the doctor. A policeman, maybe a police woman saw my license and saw that it identified me as a "small child."

The police tore up my license (it was now made of paper). This really messed me up because I was going to go to the doctor right then, but now I couldn't drive. I started crying and said she could have just scratched out where it said "small child" as the rest of the license was valid, and that part hardly mattered.

I couldn't believe she was such a bitch!

Reading My Dad's Book

My father never actually wrote a book, but he wrote a lot, and talked about writing a screenplay IWL.

I was reading a book my dad wrote. It had just come back from the printer.

I was able to make out the words very well, though I only read one sentence. I was busy editing in my mind. Much of the book had been printed the way my dad used to print--all caps. I began noticing letters were transposed, and then I noticed that not all of the sentences were all caps. I wanted to 'tell my dad that he should have let me edit his work before sending it to the printer.

I tried to not be the editor for my dads big day, so I started to just read. I read a sentence that ended up making sense, but deserved a rewrite. It was something like, "He didn't put 'He didn't do it on purpose..."

As I read it, I worked out the logic that it actually made sense. It wasn't dream-logic.

The End

The Preacher and his Wife Divorce

The news was covering the death of a preacher's wife. I was viewing the coverage on-site. The camera panned all around a yard that was flooded on 3 sides. The camera didn't show the fourth side of the house. The water was muddy red.

Then preacher had passed. She was alone and dealing with the estate. The newscaster asked the woman what she was wearing. The preacher's wife said, "A necklace." She wanted another one because her husband rarely got her anything...or something like that.

Dream skip

I'm in the same house, but now there is a girl and a vampire. The girl had just been bitten that day. She was starting to feel weird and was freaking out. She was getting upset. The man wasn't mad at her for being upset because he knew she was now a vampire because of him. He tried to comfort her.

They were lying down on a marble floor to go to sleep. They had no bed, sheets, pillows, or anything. He kept getting closer to her to comfort her. It seems that scene played out twice.

Dream skip

The girl is just a girl. She had short blond hair. She was kind of cute. Apparently she had been dancing the night before, but I missed it. I think I'd been drunk and fell asleep. I told her that I would like to see her dance (naked was not the implication). I told her I thought she was really pretty and I didn't get to see her dance the night before.

She asked if I really wanted to see her dance. I said I would love to, so she got up and shook her hips right there in preparation to get up where she was going to go to dance.

When she walked to where she was going to dance, she disappeared. Two guys then came out of an adjacent room. I was waiting for the girl to come out.

One of the guys then stood making himself look really funny. He bowed his legs and separated them really far. This made his legs really thin and long, and made his body short and high up off the ground. I laughed out loud in my dream.

Eventually the girl came back out, but she looked like a female version of one of the guys...and too much like a guy. I completely lost interest and my dream ended.

Cows in the Flowers

I dreamed there was an island of flowers in my yard. Three cows were on the little garden area. There wasn't even room on the flower bed for them to turn around, but they stayed right there.

What is Spinning me in Bed?
I felt as though I was spinning by the feet in bed. I opened my eyes (in my dream) to see if I really was spinning. I seemed to be in my bed straight.

I closed my eyes again and paid attention to my body. I really started to spin. Not fast--I simply felt myself moving in a circle as though someone took my feet and was spinning me around.

I thought it was satan, my ex step-mother, or my Dad. All should have been dream signs, and opening my dream eyes should have been a hint that I was dreaming. Oh well.

Trying not to think about Satan (I don't believe in the devil iwl), I called out the name of my ex step-mother. I saw a silhouette of her, but there was a little light showing her dark skin color.

I called out to my Dad.

This is the third dream in the last few weeks where I kind of knew I was dreaming or that something was not real or not right.

Dream skip

I was at a party for a really rich guy. At first I was out doors. His property was huge. It felt like a college campus with grassy areas leading to a wall with a 2 foot drop, then a large walkway laid with brick.

I ended up going with a guy inside. I had a beer that tasted like pink ginger-ale. We went in a room looking for something. I set my beer down, and when we left, I realized I had left my beer in the room.

I went back to look for it and couldn't find it. I went to a back room and couldn't find it. I went back to a bathroom and looked around and finally found it.

I then asked the guy I was with if he wanted something. He said he wanted a quesa dilla with four pieces of something. I then had a small, home made tortilla in my hand with 4 pieces of cheese. I went into a back bathroom to put it together with onion or something. My friend D's wife was in the bedroom. I was hoping she would show me a little something. She never did.