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preparation: nothing special besides daily exercises in memory and attention. today i started paying special attention to when i open or close containers, on any scale. if i open a bottle, i mentally say to myself 'opening a bottle', 'opening a door', etc. it creates flashes of greater awareness that can be gone back to later like tracks on a cd.
also, i am taking ginko biloba that seems to help irl, and lights up dreams like daylight.
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i am flying over a sea, watching coasts rush under me, slowing and descending; i see that the coasts are not so realistic and appear to be cartoonlike. a familiar voice is describing things to me in a monotone, giving me advice on things in life. the voice kind of sounds like my own, but off somehow. i notice the fact that it is giving advice, something i habitually do irl and try to quit it, and it is much harder than usual, usually i can drop a line of thought easier than this.
i focus on a fishing line dragging through the water under me and i can see 2 fish speeding after it. there is a momentary fear of sharks and it clicks off as i realize that it is all just a dream and these fish are exactly what i want. i am not the bait itself, my thoughts are.
there is a pop and i wake up in a realistic hotel room with the lights on and traffic noises outside. i'm lying in bed and kind of chuckling because i realize it was a silly dream and maybe i should see if this is still a dream. there is a voice telling me i am groggy though i can sense that it is a lie, and start trying to figure out how i came to be in this hotel room that looks kinda like my apt but rotated in a different orientation and larger.
there are piles of clothes on the floor, just like irl, lol. and they are clothes i have in irl, including a bright yellow shirt i only wear when out of clean clothes. just as i decide to climb out of bed and do something, i can hear heavy footsteps racing up the stairs as i fumble for clothes. (i am naked).
someone is pounding on the door as i pull on a faded black pair of levis and hop for the door. the doorframe is vibrating and the door itself is wobbling inward under the force of their blows. there is a brief moment of indecision as i wonder if opening the door is such a good idea and then i don't care, LET'S KICK SOME ASS.
i yank the door open and there are two huge guys out there, one right in front of the door naturally, and the other a bit down the stairs on a landing. the guy pounding on the door is dressed in leather and biker stuff, his face kind of familiar, kinda halfway between my dad and justin. i look at his face and it shifts, i can tell he is trying to find an intimidating face, someone i am afraid of, but it ain't happening. even as his friend is rushing up the stairs behind us, i feel a swell of power. i leap on him like a cat and hook my arm behind his neck and start punching him as hard as i can in the face.
i think he was surprised, lol.
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