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My goal tonight was to try for the bonus task, but my subconscious had other ideas.

It's raining heavily. My friend Lura and I are walking down a street in my neighborhood when she spots something in the tall grass. She pulls two large tortoises out of the grass. They remind me of the giant tortoises I saw in the Galapagos Islands and I'm at a loss to explain what they're doing in the Midwest. Lura says we should call Sea World to pick them up.

The rain continues, and I duck into a car to write a letter to Sea World about the tortoises. I glance at my reflection in the window and find that I now look like Ellen Pompeo.

Somehow, I've moved on and now my sister and I are checking out an apartment building. This place is very bland-looking, and judging by the age of the residents, it looks more like a nursing home. As we pass one doorway, I point out to my sister that it's a laundry room. There are two older women in the next doorway who overhear me, and they point out that some units have their own laundry hook-ups. They invite us in to take a look. Somehow, I end up sitting down at their kitchen table as one of the women prepares breakfast. She offers me some milk, which I decline. That sends her on a rant about how young people don't drink milk anymore while I struggle to explain that it makes me sick.

After a brief awakening, I go back to sleep while mentally going over the previous dream

I'm back in the apartment building near the office. There are two residents who are arguing over the landlord over the cost of their phone bill. His response is to post some complicated chart with rates. I can't make sense of it, so I move on to find the apartment I was in earlier. But I get lost in the maze of hallways. I can't even remember the number of the apartment. I turn a corner and find myself in a department store. I see a crib for a baby and it reminds me of the bonus task, which helps me remember that I'm dreaming. I try to think of a way to start the bonus task, but instead the dream shifts. Now I find myself on stage with a band. In the audience are members of many of my favorite rock bands. I remember that the advanced task is to perform for an audience, so I decide that my band is going to cover one of my favorite songs. However, the guitar player starts off playing Jimi Hendrix's "Purple Haze." I panic for a second because I can't remember the lyrics, but after a few bars, I manage to go along with it. I can see the ex-drummer of my favorite band is sitting right up front, and his head is bopping in time to the music. He seems to be enjoying it.

I "wake up" to find that I was sleeping in church. I'm amazed that I managed to stay asleep long enough to accomplish the advanced task, even if that wasn't my original plan. My college roommate is sitting next to me, and she tells me that she's done packing her things. I go outside with her to her car to say good-bye. I'm amused to see that her car has front-end damage and the driver's side door has been ripped away. She never was a good driver. Meanwhile, my car is parked right next to hers and its in perfect condition. I can't remember if I've packed, so I grab a few bags from my trunk and head back inside the "church." Oddly enough, this place looks like my pantry. There's a woman there who reminds me to pack any food that I brought with me when I moved into the dorm, so I start filling my bags with the stuff I find in the pantry: two-liter bottles of soda, jars of marinara, boxes of pasta… There's one package of spaghetti that looks like it's gotten wet, leaving all the noodles limp. It dawns on me that uncooked pasta shouldn't look like this even if the packaging gets wet, and this time I wake up for real.

.../There's a beautiful woman in front of a class explaining on a map, something about human migration. I add something I know about mongoloid people and the settlement of the Americas. Although it doesn't fit in the map, it looks distorted. I end saying that this is not confirmed yet. We have still 20 minutes, then we are going to draw some on a paper/...

.../I'm lying on a bed I realize my wife is on a bed close to mine sleeping together with our older daughter. I want to have some fun with my wife. I wake up and go to her side and kiss her. Things get a little bit warm...

* Alarm goes off

* Nap after work:

.../I'm wearing a black necktie with white spots/...

.../I little aggressive dog and his owner, a huge woman. The dog tries to bite me, she's scared, I don't care/...

.../We are on a car and I want to send an envelope into the erotic postbox. I ask a native guy to help me but we miss the corner where the postbox is. He doesn't have idea and I don't want him to send the letter in the wrong postbox/...

My attention is immediately caught by the oven timer making its usual obnoxious beeping sounds. It is an older oven model, with analogue clocks on it, and gas burners. Mostly black, with white and brown accents. I go over to it to see what is done, but there is only a single pot of soup on the stove, and it is not yet done. I look to see how to turn the beeping off, but see no off switch. Each oven burner has a mechanical timer dial, so I check each one individually to make sure they are in the off position, and they all are. Strange.... I look again to the main control panel on the far side of the oven, the part that sticks up a few inches from the back, but all the dials there are in the off position as well.

My meditation teacher is nearby and tells me that "someone was making french toast, and left without turning the timer off." Alright, "then there must be a way to stop it" I think as I decide to turn the whole stove off using the unit's off switch on the top left. Before I turn it off, I check again to see which burners are on, and at what level they are set to, so I can put them back as they are when I turn it back on. It is just the soup burner, set to medium heat. Easy enough, *flick* the switch goes off, the burner stops, but the beeping continues!

I really don't like the beeping, and thought for sure this would end it. It is still definitely coming from the stove somehow. I turn it back on, and my friend Tim turns the gas on high for the soup, then does nothing else. I turn the dial to the ignition position as I look away to shield my face from any possible explosions, and with a large poof, all the gas ignites. We laugh at the explosion, as I turn the flames down to medium level.

Looking away, I see a group of janitors far outside through an open door, all standing in a circle, stretching in the grass before they go to work. "I need to stretch" they remind me. I start stretching my groin, and glutes, but it really isn't very nice to do with that awful beeping penetrating my ear awareness. "I'll just unplug the stove, that should stop it."

Getting up from the kitchen floor, I look behind the stove to see where it is plugged in, it is not the plug next to the stove unfortunately, but directly behind it, rather low on the wall. "I'll have to move the stove out to do this" Positioning myself to get a good grip on the stove, I wake up.

Now laying in my bed, I still hear that loud, high pitch beeping sound! How is that possible?

IT IS MY **** CELL PHONE ALARM! (exactly the same beeping)

It is more than half of year ago I had this lucid dream:

I wanted to try to drag my wife into shared lucid dream. As I was in bed I took my wife onto my body so she was laying on me. And I took her into hug. She was tired so she went to sleep fast. I started with relaxation exercises and then I started concentrate on imagining of ring. I made that ring to grow, and made to appear second ring inside first, then third inside second... and so on. It was as if I flew through dark tunnel composed of light rings. It was felt as if my wife was an anchor. I dragged her with all I had through tunnel. It was tiring.
Then we flew out of tunnel into night. We were on large field(or meadow) and some half kilometer away was a forest. From that forest a dense fog was creeping near ground into meadow we were on. In between trees of forest we could see lights of Gothic looking castle. The moon was full and shining bright. There was howling of wolf somewhere afar.
My wife was shivering in fear. I hold her close to me and I told her: "Everything is OK. This is lucid dream. Nothing can harm you. I'm here with you."
We started to walk to forest. It was nice night. I liked it. My wife not so much. Every few moments I tried to soothe her. It looked like she is forgetting where she is. I repeated again and again that we are in a dream, that she hasn't to fear anything, that anything can harm her. That I will take care of everything.
We got into forest. The castle was a museum. I tried to find a way how to go inside. My wife lost awareness(or I stopped to concentrate on her being there enough) and vanished in a short time after that... I was walking around for a short while and eventually lost concentration and woke up.

Observations:
My wife didn't remember anything of this experiment. It is possible that that dream wasn't shared.
It was hard to get my wife with me into a dream. Maybe it is because I was creating that way for her without her input. Or maybe because my concentration was divided between creating rings and flying through them and my wife in a hug...
I didn't find dream surrounding ghostly at all. It was peaceful for me. I found it even romantic as my wife was there with me.

I found myself on a plane. It looked like infinite plate. Blue sky and grey ground without any feature. There was feeling of peace. I flew around for a while. My dead father was there. He looked much younger.
I said:" Hello how are you?"
He told me: "I'm here for three days and I feel very bored."
"How could be bored?" I asked. "It is very peaceful here."
"There is nothing to do here" he answered.
"But there is so pleasant feeling of peace" I objected. "plus you may fly here by yourself"
Then I was shown a vision of fathers work table. Of its drawers. They were being pulled out of table. He tried to show me something on the drawer but I woke up.

Observations:
I looked on that table and its drawers- there was nothing out of ordinary.
Father was watchmaker and he worked by that table for maybe 40-45 years.
He is dead for three years but it looks for him like 3 days?

I have multiple False Awakenings and Lucid dreams all of the time.. One weird thing that happens during any type of False Awakenings that I have is:

I will realize that I am dreaming in the dream, and I will tell myself to wake up.. Then, if I try hard enough to wake up, I feel this pulling sensation.. It's almost like my soul is being ripped out of my body.. That's the best way that I can explain it... Usually, when I feel that crazy sensation, I wake up..


I either wake up into another dream, or I will wake up for real.. It's nuts.. I read somewhere that someone else has experienced the "pulling sensation." Nobody that I know personally has experienced something like that.. I was glad to read online today that I'm not the only one, and not crazy. Lol. In fact, I think that I read about that person's experience on here, but I can't find it again...

Morning of May 11, 2014. Sunday.



My wife Zsuzsanna and I live in a huge mansion (with a false memory of having moved there just recently, but I am not sure if our move is complete yet) with so many rooms, it is probably difficult to count them all, especially as some have not been used for a long time. The house is very old and in disrepair and, I think, belongs to the owner of our present home (a recurring association).

I soon discover that I have a device that is like a wand or small rod. It has multiple functions that work depending on which one is needed the most at a particular time. This basic idea has been somewhat sparsely recurring over many years, but sometimes with different associations and workability.

In this case, the wand does several things, including removing any sort of patina, rust, cobweb, or dust, and also automatically repairs things (such as broken pipes or holes in plaster).

My dream is very long but mostly only involves directing the wand at the various fixtures and such in the rooms that need cleaning and repair. I am amazed at how dark rust and such is transformed into smooth shiny silvery metal. Cobwebs are dissolved from corners of tables and some things are automatically polished. Screws are tightened automatically and any nails that have partly come out or any wood that has been damaged is also restored to original condition.

Some of what I do is random, though, as a few rooms need far more work than others and I only do parts of the more difficult surfaces and areas, which I plan to do additional work on later. I move the wand about and make “stripes” of transformed silver in the deeply rusted pipes and such, with a similar effect as filling in an outline of a shape with a pen or pencil (recurring over many years) - yet I am not aware of any adjustment to make the “brush” (or range) wider (similar to a brush in a graphics program by association). I am enjoying my work, though. There is not any physical stress involved, though I do know it will take time and effort.

A woman is showing me the human brain. It is organic and fleshy, but some sections are metal. She's a teacher, and I'm drawn in to every word. She points out one area that is clearly defined, toward the center of the mass, and calls it the 'carnelian,' which is an orange-reddish semiprecious stone. She then proceeds to stimulate my own nervous system by stabbing a needle into the junction of my upper back and neck muscles. I feel awash with giddiness and strange energy. She passes me a stick, and I flip it several times and set it down. We are in a restaurant, several other women are about.

I'm in a circle with about a dozen guys, several who are older than I, several who I have a rocky past with. A couple are wearing sunglasses, one has a giant visor blocking his face. We're all talking, the topic, I'm not sure. I write a prayer into a journal, then I realize that everyone has passed it around and read my deep thoughts that were meant for God. Maybe they were meant to be in on it. There's a hilarious and strangely ineffable segment that is of a video my friends made, with mirror-like properties.

Many people are on a balcony, myself included. A tetherball hangs directly above. To start, the chef at the restaurant I work at (who's funny, young, crazy) tries to do a trick off a ramp on a BMX. He fails. A couple people come out on the floor below. I throw the tetherball and hit one, as we are playing 'dodgeball.' Then, I leap onto the tetherball. My weight makes it start to swing in long, wide circles, very fast. I'm careful not to hit the walls of the room. I twirl around and around in the air.

Later, a girl asked if I spoke English (in English). Her and another started speaking in Spanish. A co-worker called me a pretty boy (probably not in a good way) and told me if I were to work out, I'd have nice abs. What a confusing ending, as I was abruptly awoken right after.

Another set of dreams coming off ganj-smoking, so this 'REM rebound' phenomena is startling and incredibly vivid.

I decide that I should start posting a phenomenon that used to happen to me once a month. To describe this before hand I used to have these "dreams" once a month that I feel that I am in a dream but I am not. I am sleeping at the time but in these specific dreams I feel like I am both awake and at the same time not. It took me a while to try and figure out what this grey area was. Even though I can dream control in these specific ones I can not. I can control any aspect of any normal dreams because I started to experiment (with the help of tulpas) to begin to feel the electric current in my own head and what parts where generating what aspect of my dreams so I could begin to gain total control. Through this method I would just have to tell one thing to change with one message and it would. With these dreams however I couldn't change anything because I wasn't generating the area. With how I have gathered dreams to work is that I like to thing of a little thought bubble with you in the center and the dream generates around you (like some video games). You will only see stuff in greater detail that is close to you but in these dreams it is farther than I can create and in far greater detail. Now for the dream part.

They normally start out in the same fashion. A pretty overly simplistic but overly detailed area (like a meadow or pond ect). The first thing that I notice is that I have all of my senses and that everything looks like I am awake but I still feel like I do in a dream. I will normally wander around since I can't change anything until I find someone. I will always find a different girl that I have never seen before crying, moping, or just sitting there looking hopeless. The first few times I had these I tried to say hi but I couldn't talk. I later found out that I could form a bond to them with my thoughts Where we could shat how we felt or memories that we had. After a while I was able to make a language out of this connection enough to talk to them. Throughout the dream we would share experiences and feelings to the point that we practically fell in love. At that point however I could sense a sudden fear or terror in them right before they vanished leaving me with a feeling that I will never see them again in my dreams or when awake. At first I pondered on that last part wondering why I felt like I would never see as person from my dreams irl. I began to hat these dreams because of how I knew how they would end. Some of the girls would just simply vanish but some of them would appear to be dragged away by something I couldn't see. I got to the point where if I really tried I could make some small things appear like a chess board.

My last one is a little blurry and I would also like to say now that I am not a religious person. I believe that if there is a god than that is all fine and dandy but that shouldn't really effect me until I am dead. I also believe that if there was such a holy and selfless being then he wouldn't want everyone spending their 1/7 days a week just to worship him. That said this is the details that I remember of it. It goes the same as the others but I had a plan this time. I would give myself the ability to sense whatever was taking them away and try to stop it. So I went through it like normal but this girl was different. She also knew how to talk through it like I could. She shared memories of some of the dreams she had and memories of her childhood and about her abusive dad. She also warned me about digging to far into what these where or else I would regret it. I felt he give into emotion to make this dream be over. As she started to be dragged away I game myself the ability to perceive whatever it was. That was a bad choice of words. The first thing that hit me was the unbearable smell that stung my eyes so bad that I couldn't see. I wanted to vomit but I couldn't. The only thing that I could smell was what I could describe as pure death. I finally got my eyes open enough to see it but it didn't have a true physical form. Its form kept on shifting and moving around. I decided to force a link on whatever this was and asked it why it was doing this to them. That was a bad idea. I didn't get hit with hatred or any form of entertainment it got from doing this. All it felt was depression past the point of wanting to kill yourself. How can you kill what isn't alive after all? It was a little surprised that I could see it yet alone talk to it. It responded telling me that even though that it doesn't want to do this it is being forced to do it. I asked it who is making it do this. He physically pointed down the hole that he was going to drag her into. He shared a memory of his real response was him actually pointing up and telling me who it was. I forced the pit to stay open after he left so I knew where they where being taken. The only thing I could hear where screams some loud, some far, hundreds, thousands, I couldn't perceive how many. I was left with one memory from her. Her suicide. He left me a way to find out why I was having these dreams. I decided to ask the person that was making him do this.

I decide to dig through whatever this was for the information I wanted and found what I thought I was looking for. People who kill themselves out of forgetting what love is must learn what it is again but people who have take their own life have no place up there so they must lean how to love again before they are sent to hell anyways? As you could imagine as a christian at the time I was not very happy with what I found out. After that I have had none of those dreams again. I have had similar dreams that I will post in another dj if there is interest. They where a little more taxing on me.

Journal Entry Lucid #38 Dream,Lucid, (Comments)
Background: WBTB I meditated and told myself that next thing I see is a dream.

Lucid Dream #38, day: 05/08/14 time: unknown-4:48am" Red Creatures":I was on a spaceship with TO and I looked around.
I realized it was a dream. I started rubbing my hands. TO started looking at me weird. I thought for a split second we were in the same dream dimension. I asked him, "is this a dream? are you dreaming?" He looked shocked and he turned to the driver of the ship and said terrified, "check at our coordinates". I started touching the floor, to stabilize. I looked around and it had no doors. It was a box. I thought what a wonderful place to practice teleportation. I started to spin. I stopped, then one guy started laughing at me. He said, "look you changed the floor". The floor was green. I was imagining a forest so that was a start. I spin again and I imagined a forest. I stopped spinning and I could see the sky, I could see the huge trails made by planes. I was next to a dump next to a Kwik-E-Mart. I looked up and see they were amazed that we teleported or changed the environment. I went to the floor to feel the ground. It felt like grass. I pulled at it and it was a rug.

They departed from me and I noticed this red creature from a distance. I thought let me ignore it. I looked and it was at every corner. It looked like it is made of metal. I look closely and it was a skeleton and it had a skull in its stomach. It also had a head and he was angry. He kept following me. I tried to ignore it. Some high school students happen to walk by it so it killed them. Theses creatures looked like they were guarding a mansion of some sort. I went away and I thought let's cause some havoc. I wanted to see the extent of TK. I wanted to lift a mansion.I hear a rich guy complain about how they have to move out because of the new neighbors. He was talking about the red skeleton. I though I have to do something about the red thing. It showed up in another dream, (I don't actually remember if it did but in the dream I thought it showed up in another dream). I decided to help them out. A group of rich people showed up and said, "the red skeleton poisoned the water system and he is also running us out of business". I flew over at the other mansion that some other rich man owned. I then see a water tank that he supposedly poisoned. I thought easy. I had to remove the water out of the tank since it is unusable. I tried using TK to lift the water but it felt like trying to lift it with my hands, I didn't have a solid telekinesis hold on it some of the water dripped. I tried again and I tried to make the water flow out but it could only go to the extent that my arm could stretch. It kept stopping at a point. I became increasingly impatient. Everybody is just looking at me. I woke up and I recalled my dream and before I realized it I was in a dream again lucid. I guess that is a DEILD

I then see my body being grabbed by people. The very people I tried to help. I tried to move my hand to stabilize and to use TK so I could beat their butt. It was two girls and two guy holding me down. I managed to move my hands and I TK the guy then I TK all of them off of me. They went to different corners of the wall. I noticed that the other people that were in my dream are on the floor. The others were trying to fight me. I held one guy and one girl at the opposite of the wall. The other two I put in front of me and I did a dark vadar choke on them. The guy on the right side of the wall said, " you are ruining this dimension". I realized I have a whole LD to write so I woke up.
What a bad mother she was.

Journal Entry Lucid #37 Dream,Lucid, (Comments)
Background: WBTB I meditated and told myself that next thing I see is a dream.

Lucid Dream #37, day: 05/08/14 time: unknown " Bad Mother":
I some how became lucid and I found myself in a southpark room. I guessed that it was stan's room. I looked around everything was 2D to my perspective. I was tripped out by it, I started to touch the rug. I woke up in the dream and I found myself covered by bed sheets. I then tried to find my way out. I was small like a baby. A women picked it up for me. I thought I guess that is the mom. She lifted me up and then started to pinch me. It was painful that I woke up.
What a bad mother she was.

Journal Entry Lucid #36 Dream,Lucid, (Comments)
Background: WBTB I meditated and told myself that next thing I see is a dream.

Lucid Dream #36, day: 05/06/14 or 05/07/14 time: 3:50-4:27am " Strength V.S Will Power ":
I remember I was in the kitchen and I did a RC. I did a nose plug RC, it didn't work. I told myself not to trust the results. I then went to sleep in the dream. I hear somebody screaming not for help but just screaming. It annoyed me. I see dark vadar sleeping, so I woke him up. I also saw yoda and I TK his staff for him. He got up slowly. We started to fly to shut this person up. I went ahead to see what it was. I saw this fat thing in lava and I picked him up and put into lava but he was immune to it so I dumped water into it. The water flooded everything. I resurfaced and I see jack spicer and wuya from showlin showdown.
She is screaming at him like always. I started saying to myself this is a dream as I walk away. I wasn't lucid yet. I was now walking up a hill.

I realized it was a dream and I kept walking. I was at my school . I see a car doing a barrel roll down the hill . I said, "the more aware we are the more power we have". I started rubbing my hands together I then lift my left hand as a car rolled passed me and I tried lifting it. I believed since it was moving it will resist so it did. But I finally lifted it up while it was still spinning in mid air.

I felt the dream collapsing.I kept rubbing my hands like crazy and realized that interacting with dream element is helpful. So I went to the floor and I saw that the soil was moist from rain. I started touching it and putting it into a ball. I looked at the detail of the soil, it had rocks of different sizes some minuscule and some large. As I was making the mud ball, I see a guy get in a car and drive off. I look down then up and see one is on a bike and the others are just walking past him. I thought phff dream logic. I kept making the mud ball and I could hear difference in the sound as the car approached me and passed by me just like in waking life. I was amazed by the realism and stability. I overheard a couple of guys talking about their friends girlfriend. And I thought to myself where is this coming from I don't know what they are talking about, where does this dilhema come from? I got up and I see them have a mud ball fight. I started throwing mine at them and I pissed them off. I didn't miss, the ball curved even though it was off. He missed every one of his. Then he threw a dense one. I picked it up to investigate it was made out of steel covered with mud. I remembered that I feel pain in my dream, so I said, "I don't want to play anymore". Me and this other guy walked off. The guy's brother didn't stop though. He followed us down the hill. He said to us, "you got to become champs like us". He walked over to us and took out some weights and said you guys want to play with these instead of the mud. We said no and he said, "You passed, you guys are not crazy".

I left them and I walked up the stairs again. I see a car and I wanted to see if I could lift it or give myself super strength. I lifted it up with ease at first but I couldn't get it above my chest. It felt heavy, but I reminded myself that I can do it if I put my mind to it and it is a mater of belief. This women about my age walked up to me. I had it completely over my head. She looked shocked that I could do such a thing. I asked her, "do you think it is because I am strong, that I could lift it? or is it because I have the will to lift it?" I let go of the car and it stayed stationary tilted up in the air. She was mind blown, she went to her father and said, "dad this man could help us". The father didn't believe her. She continued, "We could finally get away from this place, and we don't have to pay for towing". I am just smiling looking at them confused at what she is talking about. I told her I can help them because they seemed like good people. I then TK one car then another to prove to the dad that I could do what she claims. I lowered one and it touched another car which made the other car roll down the hill. I realized that I have to wake up to get the details of this dream so I woke up before helping them.

Journal Entry Lucid #35 Dream,Lucid, (Comments)
Background:Finally finals are over and I can relax.

Lucid Dream #35, day: 05/05/14 time: 3:10-4:38am " TR's request ":
I somehow became lucid. I started rubbing my hands. TR, from church asked me to open a mirror's back. I used TK to separate the metal. I went to the kitchen and wanted to see if I could do TK to pick up plates. It didn't work out at first. I then gently flicked my hands and it started flying. TR asked me to please stop. The dream stopped trying to wake me up but I lost lucidity. I was walking around the house aimlessly.

I appeared in Bratislava(120km from home) and I was walking down the street. It was night. Street was crowded(unusual for me to see more than ~5 people in LD). I looked suddenly forward and there was a friend of mine walking. She was dragging a drunken man. I asked her whether she want to help. She looked at me without acknowledging me, so I walked around her and away. Then I looked back at her. It looked like she was getting old very fast. And has more and more problem to drag that man. The man slowly changed the complexion to unusually red one. But I respected her wish to be let alone.
At once I saw myself from her perspective. I looked younger, much younger than I'm now, with strange side-whiskers. It seemed that around me was shining very dark blue-violet aura and I was not walking on the ground, but a few cm above. I felt her thoughts... she felt longing, regret. From her point of view there was no man... she wasn't dragging anybody with her.

I think, the man was symbol of something what is dragging her down, but she doesn't want to be helped with her problems. I didn't communicate with her for very long time... But then, I had a few foretelling LD and OBE's

May 10, 2014: NOTE: My first night of sleep following the administration of African Dream Root: I am standing facing a heavy set black woman holding a black baby. She appears to be a nanny. The baby is awake, swaddled in a light colored blanket with no pattern, and contentedly drinking from a small baby bottle. The woman’s face has an attractive, even carmel complexion, but also sports an irregular ring of significantly darker pigment which encircles her face from across her forehead, above and then outside of her eyebrow, down the outer aspect of her cheek, down to her chin and back up the other side in a symmetrical manner. I’m not sure if it is a tribal marking or not, and it does not detract from her appearance at all. It somehow suits her and is in no way startling. In fact, she appears to draw a certain power from the marking or tattoo.

There is a gym bag on a table to the woman’s right (my left). It appears to be filled almost to overflowing with dried marijuana flower nuggets. She needs or wants to do something with the bag, but she is holding the baby with both her arms. I offer to hold the child momentarily for her, but she politely refuses, saying the child might cry or be frightened because I am a white male and stranger to the child.

In view of that, I offer to move the bag for her. Again, she politely, but even more sternly says no. Then I say to her “Then lets engage in a social experiment to see if the baby does indeed cry if I hold him.” Again, she says “no”, at which time I wake up.