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    1. November Transformation: The Wild Cat Within

      by , 11-23-2010 at 05:54 AM (A World In My Head!!)
      November 8, 2010

      November has been heavy with the theme of transformation, something I look forward to

      Synopsis: A race of cat people hold back their true nature. But a wild and amazing women teaches me how to unleash my inner cat.

      The Wild Cat Within
      I'm with my family (not my real family) in a high raise apartment. They're worried about this Witch that the news has been talking about. She has willfully transformed into her wild cat-self.

      It's against the law for the people to willfully transform into their wild cat-selves. One who has transformed is treated like a werewolf, a monster that needs to be stopped. Though truthfully, every citizen has the potential to transform at any moment.

      One day I was playing around with my natural ability to transform, growing a cat tail. My family scolded me, reminding me that its illegal, and dangerous because I could lose my sanity if I transform.

      A flash outside my window catches my attention. I run to my high raise window, and standing proudly in the full sun is the Witch. She's like a cat-were. Humanoid, with cat ears, fangs, claws, fur and tail. At first I'm scared "It's her! The Witch!". Besides the news warns she's probably insane and will kill you.

      Gracefully she leaps and climbs the building until she reaches my window. I'm surprised to hear her say -

      "Hello!"

      She can talk! The transformed lose their human mind and language. No wonder they call her Witch!

      "How can you speak while transformed?"

      She grabs my hand and leads me out the window. From then on I was her pupil. Though she didn't say much, her actions were enough to show me that she was completely conscious. More than conscious, she was lucid!

      She taught me that society was wrong for telling me to hide my wild cat side. That this is who we really are. She also explained to me, that when you willfully choose to transform, not only do you retain consciousness, but you become more conscious. More brave. More able. More stable.

      Oh crap, I'm falling! I'm hanging onto the ledge of the window with just my bare hands.

      "Use you're claws to lift yourself up!" She explains

      "That's impossible! I'm just a girl! I don't have that kind of upper body strength!"

      She shows me. She hangs from the window ledge to mimic me falling. Then using all her upper body strength and the traction of her claws, she lifts herself up, leaping into the air, and landing on the roof.

      At first I thought lifting myself out of the falling position was impossible. But after watching her I realized, she's a petite female just like me. If she can do it, why can't I?

      I lift myself up and like magic, I was flying into the air and landing on the roof.

      From then on, I was the Witch - fully transformed- teaching my pupil. Though the dream just becomes a chase-dream. The cops are after us for willfully transforming. Though to be honest, we found the chase amusing. Could they catch us? NEVER!

      They chase us into a tunnel. Where we find an abandoned car, whose keys were conveniently in the ignition for us.

      Once in the car, I switch positions again. I'm the pupil again. My Witch-Master races the car out of the tunnel and down the bridge. The cops are right behind us. My master is racing towards the ledge of the bridge, were gonna fall! But she's not stopping! Instead she floors the gas pedal.

      Some how I know she's teaching me to have no fear, as she was ever fearless.

      The car is flying off the bridge! I keep waiting for us to crash, but instead the velocity gently carries us over the prairie grass. No way the cops were crazy enough to follow us! We land softly. Having lost the cops, we take refuge under the shade of a tree. And I wake up.

      In the next brief dream I was lucid, and drooling over the comic books of the artist Anta M. Alabama. Not sure what that means.



      Updated 12-14-2010 at 06:55 AM by 6004

      Categories
      lucid
    2. 11/16 Mexican Excursion

      by , 11-17-2010 at 07:24 PM
      Mexican Excursion
      Non-lucid

      I'm driving on what I recognize in the dream to be I-69 S, a highway I used to take to get to my girlfriend's old house.
      I miss a major dreamsign here, because I know for a fact that I69 doesn't go south, it only goes north of my house. Anyway, I'm driving down the highway, and see the sign for the Mexican border. Oddly enough there are no checkpoints, tollbooths or anything, just a sign. I decide 'What the heck, I'll go on a little adventure, I'm not doing anything today. So I head on into Mexico. For some reason I'm driving on a bridge over a forest now, I look down and see thousands of trees as far as the eye could see. I'm distracted by something and I drive off the bridge. I guess I got knocked out, when I came to, my car was no where in sight. I call my mom, and say 'Guess what?' She apparently knew I was driving near the Mexican border, because she says 'You didn't decide to go to mexico just because you were driving so close did you?' I laugh and tell her I did, only I accidentally drove off the bridge. She sighs and we hang up. I start searching for my car, still chuckling to myself about how she knew what I did. There is a large, slow moving river with several logs laying across it. I cross the river, and start searching in the direction of the US. I climb a hill, and find a man at the top. The man doesn't speak much English, but he speaks more than I speak Spanish. He asks me if I have lost my car (ROFL). I tell him I have, and ask him to help me find it. He agrees and starts asking me questions about the car in English. I answer him in Spanish. (I managed a fast food restaurant for a year or so, and picked up a bit of Spanish from my cooks)

      Jump

      We are now in the sewers. It's not stinky as you might imagine, but it's dark, damp, and a little chilly. I am not looking for my car anymore, I am looking for a little girl. He thinks she might be in here, so we continue searching. We find a child's doll on the ground, in a spot of light shining down through from the surface. We turn down that corridor, and reach a small room. (Like the sewer rooms from Oblivion) He turns around and pulls out a pistol. He speaks perfect English now, and tells me his story. Of course I don't remember the story lol. He is pointing a pistol at me the whole time, and the little girl is behind him. After he finishes his story, I take his pistol, point it at him, and with the girl, start backing out of the room. After we get out, we turn around and start running. The man's younger associate comes runnning after us with a Kriss smg (I had read an article about them the night before) He catches us and we are now in a tiny cage, barely enough room for us both. He holds up the cage, and suddenly I've got long, slender, razor sharp teeth. I decide I feel like an animal in this cage, so I bite his fingers. I imagine how painful that would be, having my long teeth tear into his flesh. Ouch. He lets go of the cage, and catches it with his other hand. Then he stupidly holds it by the bars again, so I give him another chomp.
      I wake up.
      I now notice that not once in the dream did I see the little girl. Also the man who I met in the forest looked like Mr. Panucci from Futurama. LOL
    3. 22 Oct: Kimono, game and meditation

      by , 10-31-2010 at 06:08 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

      23:00 GMT – sleep

      Fragment: Sexual content, two guys (must have been interesting)

      01:30 GMT

      Fragment: Earthquake, falling bridges.

      3:00 GMT

      Flapping kimono wings
      Escaping some place through the window, while wearing a kimono, which doesn’t help. End up in a field and decide flying away. At first use my kimono long sleeves as wings and then realizing flapping them is not helpful and decide to just shoot myself through the air (bullet like), as I normally do - much faster, less exhausting.

      Intro to a game
      Then with some group being introduced to a game. The leader is speaking Japanese but there is translation for those who wish and I choose French.

      Thinking about dreams
      Sitting in almost perfect lotus position and meditating an thinking how dream practice is having “real” effects, even physically.

      6:00 GMT – wake up
    4. American Girl

      by , 10-06-2010 at 09:55 PM
      I am dog-sitting my (late) dog, 2 white dogs- one large and one small, and one shepherd-like dog that is a "skinwalker." I know this dog is really a man but I let him hang out with us as a dog. The larger white dog I know(in dream) from a doggy daycare I take my dog to. Later, I am with X and I point to the sky where the larger white dog is flying (Mindy? Millie?) and tell him I was dog-sitting that dog earlier. That the dog is now flying doesn't phase me. Walk away from X thinking I need to tell him I don't ant to be with him anymore.

      I am at a crowded outdoor market at night. X is there but with his friends, and I am avoiding them. I see Zach G. (saw him PBS this evening IRL) and I make a stupid joke and he laughs and walks away. He later reappears and makes a joke and I laugh. A band or some kind of performance is going on- kids are on stage. I see my old friend KO and wave. She is sitting with the skinwalker, he is in human-form now. I say her name and she looks uncomfortable and tells me that she doesnt go by that name anymore, she changed her name to Lauren. The skinwalker chimes in that she hasnt used that name in 10 years. I know better because I talked to her last year, and I say, it's ok, you don't have to lie to me about it. She says woman lawyers usually change their names when they pass the BAR. I tell her my lawyer friend didn't. She seems like she doesn't want to know me anymore. "American Girl" by Tom Petty is playing over loudspeakers.

      I see a co-worker, and I ask him if I can follow him because I have nothing to do. He says, "come on." I follow him down a parking-garage-like hallway, but I lose him.

      Next I am skateboarding, but using an office chair. I am in the forest, and sometimes I have to stop to move the chair over tree-roots, but other times I am zipping in between giant trees and it is exhilarating. I hit a dead-end, where the path is cut off by a school building and a road. It is lighter outside now, like the day went backward, but I don't think about it. It is beautiful out. I turn my chair around and climb up a hill I had just skated down. I enter a type of bridge- like a traffic/car overpass, only partially built and over a giant canyon of forest. I realize I must have been going really fast on my "chair" (standing like a skateboard) to not notice I went over a narrow ledge so high up. I suddenly hear someone singing "American Girl" echoing what I heard earlier in the market. It scares me. I look to my left and see my co-worker, his back to me, sitting on the ledge of the bridge, his legs dangling over the side carelessly. I realize I can't walk over the ledge because I feel like I will fall- it is too high up and too narrow. I start to move backward and crouch down. I don't know if the co-worker is aware of me, but I think I must have passed him up before and not knew it. I start to yell for help, I feel like this might be the way I die, and adrenaline is stinging my insides. I wake up, still with that feeling of terror.
    5. Apocalypse

      by , 09-05-2010 at 05:23 PM
      I am on an airplane, returning from London to Mexico. But I have to stop at New York. I see from the airplane window that there's a storm, and I sense things are falling apart. Then I'm in the car, in a bridge and things ARE falling apart. My dad, the driver, stops and we get down at an apartment. I go up and all families are going crazy, in the apartment where I'm staying the father says "Everybody, you must only have a walkman OR a blackberry, only one, not both." I grab my blackberry and my best friend, the apartment is starting to fall. Everybody is ready to die. I tell her to come with me, everybody knows we're trying to save them. How? Supposedly, I know how to. So we run and stop at a restaurant, this man calls us. He tells us we have to sell some things, and that we should sell it to the laundry next to us. Meanwhile, the apartments that face the bridge are all falling, everybody is ready to die,, except me. We go to the laundry, and there's no people to sell the stuff to. So I tell my friend not to enter. We come back to the man and he tell us that we have to go into the laundry or he'll punish us. My friend wants to go, but I stop her. I know there's a business going on that we shouldn't enter. I tell the man we're not going. He's sitting with another man, and the other man tells us he doesn't want to make us prostitutes, he hates to do that. Then the man that wants us to enter the laundry to be made sex slaves gets up and threatens to kill us, then siamese twins came and stabbed the man with a small knife, the man turned and stabbed the twins, and the three fell down to the floor, dead. Me and my friend ran, crying because of the twins and got to a place nearby, full of sand, and with inventions from the ancient until now. There we recieved notice that it had all finished, and we were safe. We had made it. I was not ready to die.
    6. From making games with chalk to UFO's

      by , 09-01-2010 at 03:44 PM
      Ok so I went a WHOLE day without sleep so I decided to catch up yesterday and this morning. It was a long and stressful day (not going into details) but never the less I had woken up many times and gone back to sleep to give myself tons of dreams. Most are fragmented but some I remember with detail. All are non-lucid.

      First: I was in a parking lot in the middle of nowhere with someone who i dont know their name but seemed familiar. I had a idea for a new game. I had chalk in my hand and i ran around in circles forming spirals and I couldnt touch the lines or i had to circle around and form another spiral... then I had like 6 spirals and i could cut over across them by the centers of the spirals... i dont know how else to explain that.. lol...

      Second: I was in a office and it was my office I had nothing to do and i was bored sitting there at my desk. I went down the hall to this black ladys office and walked in. She seemed really busy and I had asked her if there was anything I could do and she replied oh my god I am so busy and I need a break. Then she showed me what she was doing. It was multiplying 12800 times 700 and problems like that... She walked out and I saw a calculator ... well it formed a error cause the problem was too large to fit... so i began to do it on the laptop next to me. Then i got up walked down the hall way to the end... I opened the door infront of me and it was a small room overlooking a intersection in a woods... there were several people there... in the room with me. I explained to them it would be awesome if we put a drag racing tree on top of the roof and we could have the cars drag race.

      Third: I was in a car going over a bridge. I was looking out the side of the car and spotted 2 UFO's in the sky slowly coming down near the water and hovering over the water very close I could see the UFO's sway and balance. We continued to drive across the bridge and stopped on the other side...I could see people or aliens inside the ship through the glass I got out and a stealth bomber was taking off near me at a runway and I watched it go into the sky and disappear in the sun and reappear as it turned... it was skinny and like a bird. I then walked into what seemed to be a building waiting room. There was a grandfather and his grandson sitting in there talking about the UFO's I saw and was saying they were run by the government and they were picking up submarines. The UFO's cloaked the submarines and they hung underneath the UFO's... that is what they said anyway.
    7. Texting Accidents

      by , 08-30-2010 at 05:57 PM
      Type: regular dream.
      Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
      Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

      I was in a car, sitting in the passenger seat. One of my classmates was in the driver's seat; this girl wasn't very nice in real life and extremely careless about what she does and says. This carried over into the dream.

      We were driving onto a generic concrete bridge with two divided lanes, and an extra lane on either side for parked vehicles. There were only parked cars along the sides, and no other cars driving the opposite direction. It was just us and our own car. We were driving and then, my classmate pulled out her phone and looked away from the road, checking something. It was about eye level and she was squinting to see what it said. I can't remember the exact color or shape of the phone, but it did have a screen that took up half the front of the phone itself, like a blackberry.

      She began to swerve to the left, into the other lane, and then hit a parked car. I quickly grabbed the wheel, because she was being so slow to react, and steered away. She looked at the road, then at me for a second, almost freaked out, then laughed and continued to text. I was so nervous, and I knew we were going to have an accident if she continued. I took the wheel when she was looking at her phone and suddenly turned it all the way to the right, into the rail of the bridge. "Oh, would you look what your texting did," I said scornfully. She hit my hand and said, "Don't, this is my dad's!" in an angry manner.

      She then put her phone down and looked at the road. We were now off the bridge and going towards an underpass. There was a large white truck driving next to us, but a bit further away, as if the lane was fairly wide.

      The dream ended.

      Updated 07-03-2011 at 06:32 AM by 28408

      Categories
      non-lucid
    8. Train races

      by , 08-24-2010 at 05:37 AM
      Taken straight from my workbook! I had a weird night, I had flashlight troubles and had to replace my flashlight with a new one from the closet...
      Without further ado, here was my dream that I recorded:

      My dad and I went to the eye doctor. I was very frustrated that we went, Because I hate eye doctors and that whole business and hate having glasses. My dad and I were picking out frames just like the day before. I stopped being able to control myself and stormed off. I saw myself third person walking on a balcony flight of stairs that you would see in a typical building in Kiev. We went home but not by my dad's jeep. By train. As we climbed on top of the train, I looked at a map of a Wisconsin park. It was a big park with a lake in it and a bridge across the lake in the form of an obtuse angle. The first part of it was straight bridge. The second part was a very intricate web of different polyhedrons and through the center were the tracks. The map showed different points around the park, mostly angle vertices of angles found in the park, such as the one on the bridge and the angle that the shore made with itself as it went around the lake. It also showed angle measurements and distances from random points around the park. Then, as I looked up from the map, I saw myself in third person again, sitting atop my train with many other people. I also noticed that there were now three tracks side by side and two more trains pulled up beside us. It was a train race. The train on the left went over the land and grass and the two trains on the right (including mine) went over the bridges and along roads. It was a longer course but it was paved. The offroad course was very short but dangerous. All our rails disappeared. The race started. Our trains went really fast and the two right ones went onto the bridges. The view switched to third person. I remember feeling that this was very fun and exciting. The offroad train tipped, fell on its side, and then vanished. The other train lost its acceleration somehow on the bridge and the caboose unhinged and stopped as the rest of the train sped on. The scenery changed to a western spot and suddenly that train appeared on my left. I saw people from that train jump off, and start pushing the train from behind and very fast. They kept up with our fast train. I had a button that made our caboose go really fast, like a turbo. I pressed it. After a while, we were still tied (with the people still running) so we called it a tie and stopped the race. All the people became mice. Our train stopped at my school. I saw myself in third person once again walking with a few friends from swimming. They don't go to my school. Then, the scenery changed to a hotel. One of thee girls had gossip about what another one of my swimmer friends did at work that was bad. I wanted really badly to know it but she wouldn't tell me. The two girls entered their room. Us three guys entered our room that was opposite theirrs. The hallway was covered in golden paint and other shades of gold and red. It was beautiful.

      Missed things:
      Going to eye doctor and doing things there (I had just done the same yesterday)
      The Kiev style stair thing.
      Go home by train
      3 track side by side, train race
      No train tracks
      Scenery shift to Wisconsin from Ukraine
      Weird map
      Awesome bridge
      Fallen train disappearing
      Scenery change to Wild West
      People pushing train very fast
      Button for caboose turbo
      Mice people
      School turn into hotel
      Swim people in my school (they go to a different school)
    9. Racing

      by , 08-17-2010 at 03:28 AM (exdreamer's Dream Journal)
      Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid

      I was playing a Mario Kart game on DS with my brother, except it wasn't Mario Kart DS -- it was a new game. The controls were messed up, L or R to power slide then the opposite shoulder button to initiate the speed boost. It was awkward and I was complaining about it sucking really bad.

      I also recall there being really hard to see short-cuts on the track we were playing. It was extremely frustrating.

      The dream started to change in to a physical race on foot. I was no longer holding the DS but an active participant in the race. There were a few people I was aware of also racing. I recognised most from different periods of my life.

      I was running through a castle themed area. I remember stopping and hiding to ambush the person behind me. I had some kind of tray or disc, strangely turquoise in colour, and I jumped out from behind a wall and hit them with it.

      I raced up some steps and overtook someone ahead of me. They tried to stop me, but I avoided them. I recall that I was now on wooden rope bridge over some water. It wasn't very far, and there were other rope bridged around. The water was very oldskool video game looking: opaque blue and pixelated.

      Finally I recall reaching what must have been the end goal. It was a room with containers built in to the walls on either side. It looked like the inside of some kind of temple. I wasn't the first here, but I learned that it didn't really matter. I had to open a box with a number on it. More of a game of chance it turned out. There were low and high numbers.

      I saw J, a hot girl that went to my secondary school. She was next to largest number. I walked over and said I was going to open it. She and the others in the room were shocked. I understood that the higher the number the higher the risk that whatever was inside was more dangerous, but also the higher the potential reward. I felt like injury or death might await. I was trying to be daring though.

      I opened it. My vague recollection is of reading some instructions inside on a small brightly coloured scroll. J was also helping me by explaining something.


      I either woke up or just can't remember the rest.
    10. Shark Bridge River

      by , 07-30-2010 at 02:42 PM
      I had two vivid dreams last night. When I first woke up, I recalled much more. But, I was forced to deal with real life almost instantly. My memory was reduced to only the very last segment of my last dream:

      I was standing with someone on a very rundown, overgrown, bridge. We were throwing explosives into a river about 15ft below. As we did, great white sharks the size of buses would spring out of the water to eat the explosives as they blew up! I remember their eyes rolling back into their heads in a somewhat comical way, but nevertheless, I felt extremely vulnerable like the bridge was about to collapse at any moment.

      I walked off the bridge, turned around to get a close look at it. I expected it to give way into the river, but it was stable. The weeds growing on it, and the cracked aged look was totally realistic.

      Updated 03-16-2011 at 08:00 PM by 32174

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    11. The river push!

      by , 06-28-2010 at 05:43 PM
      I was walking home from a day of shenanigans. And then the bridge across the river comes up. It is filled with other kids I don't like. I hold on to the edges and shimmy my way over to the other side so the kids don't push me in. Cole is on the other side of the edge and I am scared so I push him. He then suddenly flies 100+ feet out into the river PLOP! I then go home..
      Tags: bridge, cole, river
      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    12. Butterfly Orangutan

      by , 06-20-2010 at 05:50 PM (From the Drowsy Mind of a Mouse)
      "Am I a butterfly dreaming I'm a man... Or a bowling ball dreaming I'm a plate of sashimi? Never assume that what you see and feel is real!"
      ~ Doreen, from Chrono Trigger


      Alas, I did assume that everything I saw was real. Breathtaking foolishness, I suppose, considering that if anyone told me that this happened to them in real life, I'd call them an idiot and walk away.

      I was sitting in my car near an old bridge when I looked out the window to see an orangutan looking at me. It was no more than 6 or 7 inches tall, but the coolest part was that it had wings and was flying! I was amazed. After all, flying orangutans don't live in North America. It must have escaped from a zoo or something. Anyway, there it was, just staring at me through the window. I smiled at it, and then it flew over to the bridge. Oftentimes, this bridge has many cars on it. Not in the dream, though! As it was crossing the bridge, I guess it lost its strength and fell into an old brown fisherman's boot. A man and a few other people walked over to try and help it. They took the flying orangutan out of the boot, brushed it off, and held it over the water under the bridge. In real life, there is a deep, moderately fast moving, somewhat polluted river underneath the bridge. The orangutan then jumped out of the man's hand was was flying slowly up the river until its wings gave out again and it fell in. I think it drowned. Then I woke up. That was weird, I thought.


      I saw this thing thought it was perfectly normal, just uncommon. Remember that if you ever comment on my sanity.

      Updated 06-22-2010 at 12:47 AM by 33120

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    13. First lucid, sort of

      by , 06-19-2010 at 09:13 PM (Folqueraine's Oniric List)
      Around 2006-2007



      I was hiking on the left side of a forest-covered valley, a very deep valley with very steep sides. The trees were absolutely huge, and I remember thinking it was one of the coolest dreams I ever had (hence the "semi"-lucid). The scenery reminded me of Rivendell in the Lord of the Rings films...
      I was in company of many people, among whom my father and one of my aunts, and we admired the landscape whilst walking...
      At one point we saw a very long, thin and fragile looking wood bridge that crossed the valley, like 200 feet above the river.
      It was winter and the top of the valley was covered in snow, but as we walked down the snow disappeared.
      The path was narrow, windy and in some places dangerous, the ground crumbling under our feet. As we walked down, we walked under another bridge, a real, solid bridge made of red bricks, we walked near one of its piles...
      Then the trees became even bigger, their roots were enormous, some bigger than us, and covered in green moss, and I remember thinking the trees had to be centuries old.
      Then the little girl downstairs started to have an argument with her mom and I was forced to wake up.
      Categories
      lucid
    14. Hanging off the edge of a Bridge?

      by , 06-13-2010 at 02:08 AM (Zukin's Dream Journal! <3)
      I was apparently lucid somehow, and I had it in my mind that I was going to jump off a bridge - you know just to see what would happen. So I'm clinging to the side of the bridge (because apparently all bridges have ladders on the side of them) and I'm looking down thinking Dang that's a long ways down, so I go down the ladder a little further. A guy and his friend yell up to me and ask me what I'm doing. I tell them that I'm gonna jump off this bridge here. Right. He tells me that if I wait until July 4th to jump off the bridge then he'll video tape it. Well that sounds like a good deal to me, so I do one last reality check and find that I have 5 fingers on each hand. Good thing that I didn't jump off the bridge cause apparently I wasn't dreaming!
      Categories
      lucid
    15. Not quite lucid (23 July 2004)

      by , 06-05-2010 at 12:14 AM (Way of the Lizard)
      This was also last week. There was stuff leading up to it that I don't remember, but...I was on a freeway curving out over a large, still body of water with some trees growing out of it and lots of greenery along the banks. I didn't have a car, but was just gliding along the road at very high speed (a common dream sign for me). I was going so fast I flew off the road and was heading for the water, and for a second I flashed back to a childhood falling-off-a-bridge-and-drowning dream, and got scared, but then I thought "this whole situation seems familiar, I'll bet I can get out of this." So I slowed my fall, and looked around for a place to land. There was a stump sticking out of the water, and I aimed for it but missed, and I was still losing altitude, so now my legs were dragging in the water. I made another pass, and now there was a statue growing out of the stump, like maybe a statue of a saint in robes with one hand stretched out, and I missed again but saw a tree closer by, and got to that (waist deep in water) and climbed up out.

      So, I figured out I was in a world where I could slow down and control a fall, but didn't figure out it was a dream world.
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