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October 15, 2010 Just pay your optometrist in meth (DILD) The furthest back that I can recall, I was making a whack of purchases that I knew I should not be making because I am tight on hours this month. But regardless, I was buying, and I was paying outright - not using the good old credit card (it was conveniently missing from my wallet when I checked for it). I decided to go glasses frame shopping (something I need to do IWL, soon), because now seemed like a great time to be making expensive purchases I went around to a few different stores, trying on frames. I wanted something specific. Thick frames with a red tint to them. I was not finding anything, and they all looked rather horrible on me. I went to this one last place, where its so expensive that the staff actually makes an effort to remember your name. And they knew me, so I guess I have been there, before. I told them I am just frames-shopping, because my prescription is out of date. They set up an optometrist appointment for me. Then, I was sitting in a room with a DC-friend, admiring his dark green, shoulder-length hair. He had some plastic bags and a bottle of pills and told me I could just pay my optometrist in meth. I thought he was joking, and asked, "Hah, but you are not serious, right? That is not really meth!" "No, it is," he assured me, oblivious to the ludicrousness of the idea. He probably does some himself. "We cannot give my optometrist meth!!" I exclaimed. So we gave it to someone else. Some rich adversary living in the imposing mansion on the top of the hill (kind of like Mr. <PERSON>' accommodations in the Simpsons). The dream switched to the adversary's point of view, and he is holding the bag, talking to his accomplice. He knows what it is, and devices a plot to use it back on us. Invite us over for dinner and ground it up into our food. Back to me, and I was aware of his plan. But I was also alone now, riding a bike down a forest path, away from the mansion. It also occurred to me that <PERSON> (I randomly decided to call the DC that, I guess) was still back at the mansion. "He is probably been taken prisoner, I need to go back and save him!" I stopped at the bottom of the path and looked up towards the mansion, and the arduous up-hill path to get back up there. "Good thing this is just a dream, so I can just fly back up there." (Got to love those "I only became lucid so I would not have to walk back up a hill" realizations!) I transformed, and pushed off the ground. I was in the Eternal Sailor Moon form, which has wings, so flying was not an issue at all. I saw guards patrolling the grounds. This one chick, all in blue (a sorcerer of some sort) saw me, and flew up to me. She tried to bind me, using my own sailor uniform : I un-transformed, so she lost her advantage, re-transformed quickly, and blasted her with one of my weapons (the eternal tier, but I did not use a power-name. Just as well, the power names got long and ridiculous sounding in Sailor Stars). I located the room Mamo-chan should be in, and went through the window... woke up.