A Mediterranean man comes up to me and tries touching it, making a joke out of it. I pull my arm away from him and tell him to get away from me. He mocks me and keeps trying to touch it
I walk away from him and stand elsewhere in the bar, where I had the magic wand on him to make him sick
I don't think I'm trying to kill him, just make him sick enough to be sorry
For a second it doesn't work and I won't why
Then it works
I see him coughing his lungs up and falling to the ground
I go stand right next to him, so he's very aware who did it him. When he looks up while grasping for breath, he sees me standing there looking over him on the ground very intentionally
He understands it was me. He gets pissed off, but there is not much he can do about it
I walk back to my table while he is taken on a stretcher out to a ambulance
I rearrange the magic wand, which has 2 separate divided branches and doesn't seem to fit along the underside of my arm very well
I try to use the wand to pique a pretty girls interest in me. Not to make her fall for me, or go to bed with me, or anything like that, because I know and feel that that would be wrong. Just to get her interested in talking to me because I'm alone (not sure where my friends are now)
But no women come near me
Instead, everyone seems to start disappearing and a full club is now almost empty
I see a mental picture of a disgusting tree, oozing with puss and I immediately feel horrible about myself, as if someone put the image on my head to mock me. Enough so that I feel self-conscious and forget about trying to talk to any pretty girls. There doesn't seem to be anyone left to talk to any way
I'm at the bar and the song "Use the man" by Megadeth starts playing on the Jukebox
I get excited and try to share my excitement that the song is playing with me friends at the bar (who seem to be back now)
A group of Asian people are sitting at a table near-by and are making fun of me for getting excited and singing along to the song, so I retract inside my shell and stop singing
I stand at the bar and try to act cool instead. Mouthing the words and singing quietly to myself instead, while I stand at the bar like everyone else
I try to buy a drink with about a couple $2 and $1 coins
The bar guy tries to take money from my hand and it feels like he tries to grab a note from my hand, even though I wasn't holding one
And even though I wasn't holding one, him trying to grab the note, causes me to drop some coins
I look down where they dropped and there a heaps of $2 and $1 coins over the end of bar, but I think they are the tips for the bar staff. I don't want to be seen to be trying to steal their tips, so I don't worry about the money I dropped
The bar guy says I don't need the note, which is a $5 and he tries to hand it back to me
As he hands it back to me, it turns into a $10 note
I swear I only paid him a small handful of coins, which was enough for the drink and I have no idea where the notes came from, even though I watched them appear out of nowhere, so I tell him to keep it as a tip
After telling him to keep the tip, he unfolds the $10 note and now there is a $50 note as well
It's like a magic trick. Money seems to come from nowhere, I try let him have it and I gets exponentially bigger
I ask for a Malibu and pineapple (one of my favourites) and he tells me that there is no pineapple juice, pouring out a mixture of melted ice and the remnants of the pineapple juice from a container, to prove his point
So I ordered a Malibu and coke
I didn't get to drink it though
Suddenly we are in a car, pulling up at my friends home. A couple I know from Darwin, but we aren't in Darwin
My male friend is driving, his partner in the passengers seat, with me in the back seat behind him driving. He asks me what it is I do for my day job again (other than play music) and I tell him I'm a surveyors assistant
This is really weird because I know I'm lying when I answer. It doesn't feel like it's my job at all. I don't know why I lied about what I did for a living. It literally felt wrong as I'm saying it, like it wasn't me answering. Like something else had answered for me and now I have to wear it's lie
It also felt really strange that my friend was asking the question. Like a real, waking conscious had invaded my dream, to ask a question through him, to have me lie, for some reason like having something over me. It was all very staged. Enough so to confuse me to the point of being near consciously awake inside my dream. Like a external consciousness invading my dream was waking me up inside my dream
As this happens I realise that the two fragile branch's of my magic wand I had been protecting on the inside of my forearm have somehow been broken in half
I am upset for a moment, wondering how that happened when I was trying so hard to protect it. Then I realised it doesn't matter, because both halves work just as well without the other half. So as long as I have both halves, I can use either of them just as effectively. I could leave one at home and take the other with me where I needed to go, or vice versa
We entered their house and it got worse. I was vividly couscous at this point. More than a dream, more a vision. This wasn't their house. I knew it wasn't their house. Enough so that I asked them "Where are we?"
They seemed confused and it felt like something inside me didn't want to seem out of place, or let them know it/I was conscious, outside of the conscious they knew, so I altered my question to "What suburb?" So I could take a mental note of the answer to check it later on
"Kudina" they answered. "Kudina?" I asked to get them to repeat the name, which they did
I've never heard of Kudina. It sounds a lot like Coodenup in Perth, but I don't think this is Coodenup. It's a yellow brick style house like you'd find in Tamworth NSW, on the edge of a park, with lush green lawns surrounding it, like their backyard and public park blend into one, without fences
I take note of the suburb name you check it later when I wake up
I look around the house at the musical instruments (mainly a large electric piano) in the house, then walk out the back through the sliding doors into the park
I get a vision inside my head in the dream of a playlist of songs and artists my musician friend covers, along with stats showing how much he's increased the popularity/listens for those artists by playing their songs
My band is in the list, but the songs aren't ones I've written yet. Most seem like they are intentionally fake or masking me from seeing the real names. Songs in the tracklist such a "shit sandwich" with a picture of a literal shit sandwich next to it
One particular song title of mine that catches my attention is a song called "Bird nation"
Bird nation? I don't have song called Bird nation. Again, I take note of the song title, so that I can remember it later when I wake up
Maybe Bird nation has something to do with my band name "Erica owns the sky"? It could possibly refer to fans of my band? I don't know. I hear faint glimmers of the song while I'm thinking about it, but it doesn't sound like one of my songs. Or if it is, it doesn't sound like a serious song
The house doesn't make sense. There is a massive loungeroom, family room and everything downstairs, but no bedrooms
The bedrooms must be upstairs, I think to myself. But when I walk outside and look up, there is no upstairs
A optical illusion tries to give the impression of the house being bigger than it is, but I quickly move see from a different angle and realise it's the house next door
'Is this some type of community hall at a park, they are living in?' I think to myself, because it has no bedrooms
I'm fully conscious by this point. Lucid dreaming. Awake inside my dream, fully aware that I'm dreaming
Then as I'm standing outside the doors on the lawn, trying to work out why this house is fake, a Lophognathus lizard runs through the open sliding doors into their house
We can them "Ta-ta lizards" or "Dragon lizards" in Darwin. They are a beautiful and harmless lizard found everywhere in Darwin, called "Ta-ta lizards" because they appear to wave at you with one of their front hands/paws/claws like they are waving goodbye
Then the house glitches and morphs in shape and size to different houses in front of my eyes
It feels to me here like something is "kicking me out" of my dream, because it knows I'm awake
I start waking up and I feel pissed off about the fact something else is controlling me "waking up" because they didn't like what I'm dreaming about. Like they shouldn't be in control of my dreams, or be able to do what they are doing
Whatever, or whoever it is that decided I needed to wake up because of what I'm dreaming about, I don't feel I like them very much. Mainly by/because of what they are doing. It doesn't feel like I dislike them, but I don't like them either
Like I'm unhappy with what they are doing and they need to answer my "conscious conscious" inside my dreams to explain themselves and what it is they think they are doing, that they shouldn't be doing
As I'm waking up from this it feels like something heavy is laying on top of me and won't get off
It's not doing anything to me, just weighing me down so I can't get up
"GET THE FUCK OFF ME" I yell at it, but it doesn't move or respond
I punch it hard in the face twice with me free right arm, but it does nothing
I don't know if it's human. It feels like some sort of living mass with a human-like shape, but not actually human
The fact I punched it hard in the face twice and it did nothing, but not even flinch, makes me feel like whatever it is, it's not actually a living creature, or at the very least it isn't human
Like whatever I punched it in, it's not even a face. It just feels like one
I check again to make sure it's not actually doing anything to me and it's not. It's just a dead weight laying on top of me, not moving
Whatever it is, it won't move or get off me and I'm immobile
I wake up here
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