After school, instead of going home to my mom and Jerry or visiting Genery, I decide to go to the movies. The fictional theatre is located on the west side of Santa Rosa, California but the neighborhood looks like something out of Corvallis, Oregon, small townish and old-fashioned. The movie theatre is classic art deco, ablaze in flowing lightbulbs across the street from a dark park lit by isolated amber streetlamps. Burning in black and white on the marquee, I see there's a new movie playing that I really want to see, starring Nicholas Cage. I step up to purchase my ticket and ask for one adult admission. As I pull out my money I see that there's already a twenty dollar bill lying in the transfer basin. I give the ticket-girl my cash and pocket the twenty along with my change and ticket. Upon entering the theatre, it occurs to me that I should let someone know where I am. There are two payphones in the lobby; one is out of order and one is occupied with someone waiting. There are only a couple of minutes until the movie starts. I go outside and across the street to a payphone in the park. I drop a quarter and a dime in and call my house. Jerry answers the phone and I tell him where I am and what I'm doing. He asks me for a lot of details like where the theatre's located and what we're going to do when I get home. He delays me so long after the movie's start time that I decide to get a refund on my ticket and just go home. I tell him this and hang-up. I reach lucid dream-awareness and choose to become as lucid as I can. The dream solidifies into a reality equal to, in all physical aspects, the waking reality within which I type this out. I now have greater mental control over the dream than I have ever had before. My Will becomes physically manifested before my eyes. As I walk back across the street and along the empty sidewalk, I focus my thoughts and manifest a crowd of people, every one of their faces known to me. It's stream of consciousness reality as I manifest the body of a compatriot, David Shue and then multiply him so that every face in the crowd is his face, every body his body. Now I multiply my own body a hundredfold--I have simultaneous awareness of every separate independent body--and every one of my selves steps forward with hand outstretched to greet a corresponding David, and begin a conversation. The composite vision from my one hundred pairs of eyes feels like 360 degree panoramic omniscience. The movement of all those bodies leave colored tracers behind and time seems to flow a bit slower than normal. I relax control and walk back into the movie theatre and over to the counter. I ask for a refund and the young black man tells me that I can't get one since the movie already started. I am about to explain that that is the very reason why I want a refund when I simply exert Willful mental control, and he quickly returns my money with a smile. I walk back out the door and am suddenly elsewhere.
In a small apartment, I'm with Adam, Erik and Dave Moss. We are talking about the Wayne Shorter concert, where I had apparently missed an opportunity to play with Shorter myself. I have the feeling I just smoked DMT and just came out of the trance. I am still lucid and sort of ignore reality around me. I get up and walk out the door, down the hallway and into a room with a piano. My intention is to try to play some music but there's equipment piled on top. I move it and just sit down to play when the other guys come out. My control is slipping anyway as I am losing concentration. I hit a couple of notes. Dream ends.