An extended dream turned into a circumstance where a rabbit had bit my finger, hanging on to it. In order to get it off I had to beat my hand against the ground, which killed the rabbit. The owner of the rabbit was upset with me.
owner: "Why didn't you rewind time and resurrect it?!"me: "Well, the further away you are from an incident mentally, the harder it gets to roll back the event. Your consciousness has drifted too far. But I can try."
I shut my eyes and had her pinch my hand to try and simulate the rabbit bite, with the goal of "taking myself back to the moment" and choosing a different path. But the rabbit didn't materialize on my finger.
me: "I'm sorry. It's just too late. I can't bring it back now."This interaction actually triggered me into lucidity—and I wound up at a crowded store speaking to the people there. I talked to the cashier behind the counter, who was an old and somewhat decayed man...who was nonetheless freely engaging me in conversation.
me: "I'm relieved that this store isn't some kind of horror-show and was kind of basically nice, because so many places I was seeing had become hellish."cashier: "Oh no, then the demons have won!"
me: "They haven't won yet. Efforts are proceeding, and I am in communication with some very advanced beings that were doing the best they could."
I had to use the restroom, so I went into one.
me: "Well, this bathroom isn't bad either. That's a good sign because often when I do such dream-visitations, the bathrooms are really disgusting."someone: "This store isn't that nice. In fact, the whole place smells like farts."
After we were finished in the bathroom, they took me to a store they thought was nicer, which was actually labeled outside as "Trader Joe's".
(Note: Trader Joe's is a real grocery chain, though this place looked more like a Hickory Farms)
The store was not very crowded. I was trying to understand the price scheme of the items, and so I picked up a piece of cheese that was wrapped in plastic and had a price label on it that I could not read.
me: "Could you buy this to put on a sandwich, and not think much of the expense? I mean, is it affordable to the average person?"shopper: "Yes, it is easy to afford that."
Trying to read the label, I noticed that the numbers kept changing out from under me. I commented on their volatility, and started reciting what I read as they changed. A woman in line behind me said something.
woman: "It's nice that you rant while you're dreaming. We're going to report you for everything you say here."Instinctively I grabbed her and felt the urge to strangle her. But I backed off.
me: "Sorry about that, but you made me angry. What is the reason for you treating me like a criminal?"woman: "We have to stop immigration, or there would be too many."
me: "Is that any justification for creating confusion!? Why can't you educate people about your immigration policies, while still enforcing them?"
(Note: If this idea that studying me to stop immigration mechanisms is true, then it paints a more negative picture of the reasons behind why I might not face attacks in circumstances like this.)
