Ophelia's Book O' Fun II

Seems like I only LD when trying to do a TOTM these days. Come on Ophelia, a little more motivation here!

Anyway, I had a TON of lengthy nonlucids last night/early morning. So many that I barely recalled my brief stint with the basic task of the month. I don't even recall how I got lucid, just a vague recollection of jumping high and being in an extremely odd building. I do remember being happy that I was lucid, and thought of the basic 1 task right away. I was alone in this huge building that was somewhat reminiscent of a super fancy embassy suites: lots of interesting hanging plants and water falls, and all the many levels of rooms in a circle, surrounding the structures. I thought that I might find a DC if I simply walked into one of the rooms, expecting someone. Sure enough, I could hear someone peeing in the bathroom. I walked in and peeked (I knew it was just a DC, so I didn't care that they saw me peeking while they peed). It was a black dude sitting on the toilet, peeing lol. I said "Hey what's your name?" He said "Pepsi." I asked him "What's your new year's resolution this year?" He said something garbled, and I swear it sounded like he said to drink more Coke haha. So I asked him again to repeat and it was still garbled. Which made me mad because I really wanted a clear answer. Stupid uncooperative DCs. Then suddenly, Parrish (from the seafood department at work), grabbed me by the shoulders and hustled me out of the bathroom, which led us outside somehow. He said "Pepsi just wants to drink more Coke." I said "Ok, well what's YOUR resolution then." He just got really sad looking and said, "To be more like you."

D'awwwwwwwwwwww.

It kinda made sense though because irl we've been talking about work stress, and the effects it's had on us. Work stressed him to the point of ulcers, he can only eat like 5 things I swear to god. And he's lost a TON of weight. Not the good kind of weight loss: he was really muscular before, and now he's super skin and bones, he just can't eat. Anyway, in the dream, I just began giving him therapy about how in life when thins don't go your way and you meet your goals and find out it's not what you really wanted, you gotta replace it with something else: other goals, or hobbies. This is just typical mid-life crisis type stuff.

Anyway, pretty sure I lost lucidity after that. I remember Danny eating dead birds and eggs off the ground because the concrete was hot enough to cook them to medium-well. I told him he really DOES belong in the damn jungle.