Morning of February 5, 2015. Thursday.

This was a boring in-dream experience of menial tasks. It seems to take place in a factory but is actually the Loomis Street house's living room, though bigger than in reality. It is not a very orderly factory (though there are at least three implied rows of employees, north to south - mostly in the north side of the expanded living room). Everything is all over the floor; frayed electrical cords, carburetor-like pieces, random sections of plastic, small broken appliances such as toasters, smaller wooden platforms (pieces of tables?), etc. I am not even sure what is being manufactured or produced but I do know there are a lot of vacuum cleaners (likely being used to clean work areas, but why so many?). There are several other people working, all sitting on the floor. I perform several menial tasks, most of which I do not recall, though one relates to winding up a frayed electrical cord.

One older female supervisor (she also spends most of the time sitting on the floor working on something) gives me the task of taking the front wheels off of all the vacuum cleaners (including any that had been "buried" and "hidden" under other junk), apparently for cleaning (due to hair and orphan threads and such being trapped in the wheels and jamming them, which happens all the time in real life). They are not much like real ones, though. There is a plastic part on each side in the front that resembles a Popsicle stick which is screwed on and holding at least three strangely fibrous tiny wheels in place - wheels which seem to have the potential to soften or distort into nothing. I look for a screwdriver but cannot find one. My dream seems to "reset" and I am back at my task taking off the sections and taking the tiny wheels out, hoping that they do not get misplaced. I do this with about eight or nine vacuum cleaners. I still have more to do.

Once again, I am eventually aware that I do not have a screwdriver and cannot find one. I try to mentally unscrew parts, but it does not seem focused enough to work. Trying to mentally do something with telekinesis or "forcing" the event has been very common in my dreams since early childhood and is actually more likely to occur in non-lucid dreams, oddly enough. In some cases, I move on to the next part of my dream even if my attempt to force something does not work and I pretend that it had (for example, after several attempts of mentally "forcing" my wearing of shoes, I go walking anyway, pretending I had put them on and am wearing them - sometimes this actually works to a point other than with stubborner "resets"). This seems to imply that a part of me always knows when I am dreaming and that part of me is also always aware I am designing my dream in real-time.

I do not want the supervisor (who is dressed as a maid from the early 1960s) to be annoyed with me. Oddly, she reminds me just a little of Shirley Booth in her Hazel persona (though at least ten years older) - I have not seen her in that show since childhood.

I end up going into what would have been one of the bedrooms but in-dream is a larger factory storage area. There are many small boxes stacked in many piles. Looking more closely, I see that they are possibly all "Flintstones" videos, many possibly VHS (relative to the size of the box). There are also several packages of (new) trading cards loosely arranged in each (so that the packets slide around randomly). This may be an earlier product the factory had produced and discontinued, or maybe it is a brand new one; I am not sure. I still feel somewhat annoyed about not finding a screwdriver anywhere. I seem to be aware of a couple Phillips screwdrivers on the floor here and there (though their appearance seems more like visions of other dreams within this dream), but I need a standard flat-blade. I spend time rubbing the dust off the video cases with my bare hands (it feels very realistic - the sense of touch being enhanced at this point) as my dream fades.