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I was kind of awake at the end of my dreaming cycle. I could feel myself in bed. Suddenly I am seeing the front office of my work. It is all black but the outlines of things are in silver and a bit two dimensional. The two ladies who work in the front are there. I know this is all imagery and can still feel my body. I look towards the door to the back and my work friend comes through the door. I decide to hug them as this sort of contact is not allowed at work and I like this person. The hugs is nice and I now feel in the dream and less awareness of body. The have long hair and I brushed my cheek against it. I put my arm casually about their waste and we walked back to the breakroom. Here the imagery faded and I was fully awake.
I am with my Dream Guide who I assume now is the older of the three (mother of two daughters) and we are going somewhere. I follow along but get distracted when we go inside a building. I wander away and am staring at things quite stupidly when she gets my attention. She looks embarrassed. Why is that? Oh wait, it seems I have been brought here to some very official location. My mind is filling in imagery of a grand court house. She gestures me over and a few people are waiting. One seems to be a magistrate (probation?) who intends on interviewing me. I have gotten in plenty of trouble in various astral cities, and the main one I have access to has imprisoned me more than once for acting violently, grabbing women, and being destructive. I am not always in control in a lucid dream or in astral adventures. I may know what is going on but act much like a drunken person. I have no idea why they keep giving me chances and working with me. I am vastly improving though with the caring help of my guide.
I am interviewed and we discuss that I know my past actions have been disrupting the peace, sexually aggressive, and disorderly. I explain much of the stuff I have been working on in waking life and how with my guides help I very rarely act improperly anymore. I am being crowded by people but it barely registers. the magistrate asks me about empathy. She brings my attention to the people around me. Behind me is a woman pressing her body aggressively against me and a man to my left doing the same. I mean they are pressed up against me and their crotches are clearly against me. She asks me if I find such behavior to be upsetting and creepy. I say that I had not really even noticed as being close to people never has bothered me. I mention that actually the contact is nice and not something that strikes me as negative. I realize too late this was stupid. I am forced out of the astral.
This is an example of dream images caused by a real life conversation earlier in the day. A cousin had called from a state where weed is legal. He had been talking about the virtues of either keeping the plant one large stalk or cutting it so it makes many small branches. that night in my dream he had a big bag and pulled out a plant that he had caused to branch into many small branches. I looked closely and could see that the dream was not rendering the plant correctly. Maybe I am not familiar enough with how the plant look to have a good stored image to draw from. I know the stalks are not broad like a tomatoe vine but this plant was like that. It looked a bit like a Christmas tree in shape. The branches were broad like a the base of a tomato plant and there were no leaves. It was lime green and each branch had a small bud about an inch long. I thought it was all out of proportion but could not get it to look more like I imagine it should have looked.
I am walking with some woman along an industrial fence line. I have a false memory that Jason S. has told me about living here (Russia) in the past and not enjoying it because of the poverty. The woman says it must have been after 9/11. We round a corner and I find a very beautiful area outside of what appears to be a college. I go into a classroom section and someone gets me to sign up for a phone app where we can play poker against each other. I do that for a bit both winning and loosing money. The poker hands were montaged and not detailed. I then find a video game app that is kind of based off sonic but also has a RPG type set up. I actually play that through three short levels and it is fun and vivid. I am approached by a female professor who thinks I am someone else. She keeps telling me things about myself that clearly have to do with her mistaking my identity. She gets real close and touches me through my clothing provocatively. I move away from her as this seems likely to end up a distraction from the dream and anyways I do not want to play a scenario where I am tricking anyone. I see a building that must be a student union. In the atrium is a crowd of youths talking about their frisbee club. Someone wants to know if I would like to join. I ignore this as a dumb distraction and attempt to go into the building. One of them is blocking the door. I think he is just being rude. He says I can not go in there. I tell him to leave me alone and push my way past him and go inside. A security guard comes up and says they are trying to close up and why did I come in through the closed door. I have to leave. When i leave there is a teller window and they give me twenty dollars I am supposedly owed from the phone app earlier.
The dream shifts to plot being revealed in a cut away. The guys I played with are doing some sort of criminal activity involving cutting some power. There is some sort of reward of 3% for catching me. This supposedly centers around me getting on a phone while I was in the Student Union. The cut away is happening while in another view (duel reality running at one time) I am walking down the sidewalk away from the building. At this point my alarm wakes me.
I am with Laura and we are planning to go camping. I ask her about equipment. We go to a store to find a amp or book about camp sights. A man tries to show me a book about fish. We meet with some men to get a flack jacket for her. They hand it over and she wants to examine it, but we are at a food court. She wants to get $5- back in change and I tell her I will pay it. Later I am trying to figure out horse race betting. I loose $50- right away.