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[deckardcanine]

I see a pattern to my dreams of late: tour buses and prescience.

Last week I dreamed I bused to an apparent cage-free zoo full of surreal animals, such as bark-covered bears and snakes that resembled Aspen. (Somehow I thought that someone had made them as a tribute, but how would that work?) I returned later in the dream to find that the animals had grown significantly, which was worrisome, but they remained benign.

After I awoke, my mom, whom I had not told yet, suggested that we jog around the National Zoo, which we did.

Two nights later, I was on another tour. I don't recall any recurring theme except that we kept eating cheap, McDonald's-style burgers. It was good to wake up and put a better taste in my mouth.

That day, I went to a cookout. Yes, I had some advance warning, but it hadn't occurred to me before that I would be in a place where burgers formed the main food.

If I find myself on another bus, I'll attempt lucid dreaming and see if I can alter my destiny.

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[nefaria.livejournal.com]

Lucid dreaming doesn't work for me. My subconscious may be dumb, but it's big and brutal too, always forcing me into a ridiculous direction.