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I was at a retail store. I do not remember my purpose there but shit got real real fast. I was told of a plan orchestrated by an underground organization to resurrect Adolf Hitler and unleash his reign of terror over America. The goal was to incite fear among the American people so that they would be vulnerable to propaganda and fear mongering. They had already succeeded in raising Hitler from the dead now they were ready to send him to America. The plan was to have him swim across the Atlantic Ocean from Europe to The United States. Once here he would be free to terrorize the American people. We had to stop him but it was too late. There was a stream the flowed through the store and connected to major rivers that flowed directly into the sea. As we moved to try and stop Hitler from getting here I saw him swimming up the stream singing what sounded like and old German tune.

Now what were we to do? Hitler was here and now he was free to unleash his reign of terror. I watched as he swam up the stream and attacked a woman like a shark. It was brutal. This was without a shadow of a doubt the greatest threat to national security. We had to do something. I would never get a chance though. I woke up before I could stop him.

10.12.2015

Applying Eyelash Makeup In Restroom (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m inside a grocery retail store, and I’m on my way to the restroom. The flooring before heading there is very clean, light brown cement color with some kind of marble coating to it. The lighting overall is a yellow hue mixed in with orange, and this probably due to the upper roof windows emitting the light from above.

It’s a fairly active within the store itself, and it’s very spacious as well. I seem to be carrying something that looks like a Poo-pourri spray.

I go inside the restrooms, and noticed that the sinks are to the left vs. the right as it usually is in the other retail store I shop at. There’s the same laminate coating, dark brown colors mixed in with some grays, blacks, and subtle appearances of white along with the fancy, stainless steel sinks. I look at the mirror, and I’m preparing to move the eyeliner makeup stick around for a little bit.

I try to apply some to my eyelashes, and I’m getting various outcomes each time I invest more time into this. One moment, it seems like my eyelashes are going to become thinner, and less noticeable. The next moment, it’s as if in spite of their state of being, they still are emphasized more for some reason, and it feel awkward looking at myself looking feminine. There were a few men that came every now and then to be surprised as to why I’m applying eyeliner, eyelash, whatever it’s called, and even though I had a knee-jerk reaction to be shocked that they came in, I still went about my merry way.

I was only aware of what was going on, and didn’t really bother to fixate on bodily movements, I guess. I started to play around with the substance within the makeup bottle, and I could see it’s a very thick, white substance with some black blemishes that are shiny and glossy as well. I pay attention to the realism of the texture forming around the small brush stick, and the sounds associated with knocking against the bottle from the inside with the brush stick.

After I stop reveling in this, I proceed to go out of the restroom, and as I’m going near a check stand, some random kid asks me for a machine’s game currency, and I quickly responded, “No.” And I mean no as in, “no-you-demon-child,you” type of no. The child is about 2-3 three feet in height, dark complexion, and is wearing a white shirt and probably some generic, dulled out shorts that were light blue. He had a haircut close to the 1.5 setting, i.e., having hair, but close to being bald.

He looks up at me weirdly, and doesn’t seem to be capable of processing my immediate response, and starts looking around for a bit, and then moves on to go to his parents.

The funny part is that later on in the day, a co-worker was asking if I was using perfume before she corrected herself, and saying cologne.

I was at work, then I went on break. It was dark. I took my motorcycle and went to a nearby gas station, entered the market and bought something. When I ride back to my work, the position on the bike felt weird, it felt as if I was riding a Harley rather than my sportbike, the handle was too high. I stopped and realized that my bike was distorted at what look like a wooden praying mantis. My dad came and tried to fix the bike for me. There is an asshole customer holding a plastic bag, yelling at us. Finally, my dad fixed (or trimmed) my motorcycle down, but it was still wooden.