A typical restaurant dream with all its standard chaoas. A lucid moment arrives with the thought, "Whatever I do doesn't matter." I test my hypothesis by mentally altering the sign on the Marqui. After, I slip deep into a smooth, tapered hole. "This is not what I should be doing," I conclude. Somehow, I escape and fly away. My flight brings me to a little girl's room.. She is about 6 or 7. I fly around and she follows me. I ask, "Are you real and I am a ghost?" A ghost!" she repeats playfully. I think to myself that it is my responsibility to give her some advice. I mutter some platitudes about compassion and take off through the window. 

 Beautiful cream colored snakes were getting stuck in crevices. I tried to pry them out, but each time their delicate skin tore and a hot broth poured out all over my hands. They subsequently died. I cried, "If I'd only left them alone they may have lived!" 

At a party of family and friends. Sitting on the back porch overlooking the ocean. Glanced up at the sky to see giant boulders suspended in the clouds. They began to drop, making enormous splashes in the water. More boulders and other objects appeared across the sky, falling and destroying things.

Going to class. Roller skated down a steep hill very smoothly but there was a game going on with hundreds of people. Had to stop to avoid interrupting the event. Instead of walking up, I crawled along the edge of the asphalt inside a fabric gutter, a river many feet below. People were jumping. I got to the top and realized my clothes were inadequate for school and my wheels had fallen off.

Thinking I'd done the right thing, I'd stuffed about twenty chickens into a large Tupperware container and placed them in the refrigerator. When I pulled them out they were half alive and stuck together, rotting, with broken legs that snapped off. I tried to pry them apart, but their skin was peeling.

Lucid dream. I was teaching class and all was going horribly wrong so I walked very far  across a campus to my office where I poured red wine into a silver togo cup. When I left to return all the buildings had changed. "Lara," I said, "This is not possible. This is nothing like reality. You are dreaming. You do not have to get back to class. Nothing will happen. Just go. Go!" It took a little convincing since the responsibility to fulfill my obligation to my students was very powerful. Finally, I capitulated to my rational mind. I bounded away like a freed animal across soft hills. I met strangers with whom I engaged kinky sex and/or interviewed them as usual: "Who are you, exactly?" They revealed nothing.

I had adopted a very large snake and a possum. I had them in very roomy glass cages on public display. I wondered why I had made the commitment, especially to the snake, because I would have to feed it. I thought it was impossible that I would do such a foolish thing so I left on a skateboard.