As long as they reach the point of seeing bright puffs, they’re a benefit to the community even if they don’t go on.
But man! It gets better and better.
I had a visit from Carlos himself, directly from waking. Don’t know if I ended up in sleeping dreaming as a result, because when we walked out of my room we ended up in Cholita’s copy of the house.
At that point, it got too weird to figure out what was up. Carlos walked into the bathroom, to use the mirror for some reason.
And Minx blocked the door so I couldn’t follow him.
As best I can figure, what emerged was an IOB, not what I had followed there.
It lasted a very long time. So it didn’t degrade into a lucid dream.
Took me a while of following Carlos around with my cellphone, outdoors, asking if I could either take a picture or take notes. Or text someone!
But that was the least strange thing that night!