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Some quick backstory, for context.

Selina is a girl I knew in high school. She showed up once in a previous dream. The two of us never spent much time together, but we got along fine. From what I remember, Selina is a very nice person.

Jesse, I also went to high school with. We didn't get along, and though we're distantly related (small towns, eh?), we really don't share any of the same viewpoints. At all.

I met Zoe Killion a few years ago, at a fine arts-related event. We've been friends ever since. She has a younger sister, whose name is (not really) Ava.

This dream relates to Nomad's RPG. Vaguely.

09/18/10



The good of one, versus the good of many.

We are in a forest, surrounded by tall, black-barked trees. The edges of the clearing are choked with thick underbrush, and the lilac leaves and tall grasses tickle against the back of my t-shirt. The sky is streaked with the orange of the setting sun, which is hidden by the trees ahead of me.

The group is gathered in a large circle, sitting cross-legged on the ground and facing inwards. I look around the circle, cataloging each face. I know all of these people. All of them are my age, and they're from all over the world, these people I've met in waking life.

We've been stranded here, I realize.

"It'll be one of them," says Jesse, pointing at me and - Zoe, sitting to my left. "Look at you two! Your spots are right next to the forest! Anything could come by and grab you."

I'm lucid, not even feeling the need for a reality check. I frown. I can feel the dark, wolf-like presence lurking in the shadows behind me. Wordlessly, effortlessly, I call up a wall of mirrors on the other side of the clearing, confident that I'll be able to see the creature coming.

I recognize the mirrors as a part of Nomad's first task, and I decide to stay here to play out the rest of the game. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror: short blond hair, black clothes... everything gets a little fuzzy.

Who cares about the many? I just don't want it to be -

"- anyone," says Zoe, a bit sharply. "All we've been told is that one of us is going to die."

"And if that happens," says Jesse, "Then the rest of us will be safe until tomorrow night!"

Half of the table stands up at these words, shouting at each other. They're leaning across the round, stone table, ready to escalate into violence.

The sunset is fading into darkness.

Selina is standing up, ready to play the mediator. To get everyone to calm down, and work together, and I see my opportunity.

I squeeze a hand into a fist under the table, and Selina collapses, dropping to the ground like a marrionette whose strings have been cut. Her internal organs have been liquefied, some of her bones have been ground into dust, and I'm pretending to panic along with the rest, pushing through the crowd as someone yells "WHAT HAPPENED!" and "Did you see?" and I'm pressing two fingers against her carotid artery, checking for a pulse that I know won't be there.

"She's dead." I say quietly, and the faces around me reflect both horror and relief.

The rules don't apply to monsters.

I twist open the back door on a blue van, crawling in the back to reach for a case. It's orange, and the outside is covered in foam. My fingers sink into it as I lock it, latch it, make sure nothing is going to open it by accident.

"Everyone's still trying to figure out what happened," says a voice from behind me.

I crawl out of the van, resting the case upright on the bumper.

"I mean, one second she was alive, you know?" says Ava, rubbing her left arm with her other hand. "Everyone thinks it was something supernatural, a new kind of monster from the forest."

"It probably was." I say.

"That's the briefcase." Ava nods at the orange case I'm holding. "The one that'll kill us if we go near it. So, it's safe now?" She makes a grab for it.

"Don't touch that!" I snap, hitting her hands away. Idiot, of course it will still kill you! It's just that nothing is going to attack you outright - at least for now.

I slam the door shut on the van, and walk away from the camp, still carrying the orange case so I can hand it over to my employer.

I'm on no side but my own.

"We're leaving!" says the Matron as she paces the inside of her ship, the flowing fabric of her dress trailing behind her. "Get the rest of the crew."

"And the survivors?" I ask.

The Matron growls. "I meant to capture all of them, but we're on a deadline."

I nod, and turn to leave.

"If you should happen across Miss Killion, of course," says the Matron coldly, "Bring her to me."

I pass Ava as I leave the ship. She has her arms crossed, and is guarding the gangplank. She winks at me, and I allow myself a small smile.

I'm certainly not on yours.

I hit the drunk crewman over the back of the head with a bottle. It shatters over him and he collapses to the ground, dead weight. His equally drunk friend, who was about to attack me, looks from the unconscious man to the razor-sharp bottle neck in my hand. The man stumbles away, apologizing, and promising to go back to the ship.

I sigh, and pick up the unconscious man, swinging him into a fireman's carry over my shoulders. I turn to Zoe and nod in the direction that the man just ran in. We start walking.

"So let me get this straight," says Zoe. "We're working with the bad guys. Who want to kill me."

"Because the Matron has the only transportation off the island."

"Who wants to kill me."

"She won't," I say, grinning.

You really should have seen this coming.

"You can't touch her." I say. I'm feeling gleeful, and I'm sure that I'm radiating an air of smugness that's setting the Matron on edge. Well, that and the fact that I stole away her first prize in manipulation.

"You can't do this." She hisses.

Except that I can. If I own Zoe's soul, the Matron can't touch her. I would be obliged, even within all of the complicated truces and agreements we have with one another, to pay back any harm threefold.

I don't actually own Zoe's soul. But the Matron's not about to question my integrity. She has too much to lose.

The Matron's sulking is so pronounced that I have to laugh. "I'm the devil!" I tell her, "Did you really think that I wasn't after anything for myself?"

Scare Factor: 4/10
Rating: 7/10

Quick roundup of this week's dreams. Yay, real life.



09/14/10 - No recall. None. Very little sleep.

09/15/10 - Illegible handwriting. Apparently this was a dream about drinking.

09/16/10
I'm on a family vacation to the States. There's an entire bulletin board dedicated to the "Ground Zero Mosque" in the lobby of the hotel. This starts me off on a rant about religious tolerance.

The Joker kidnaps two children. They're probably more trouble than they're worth.

I find a swimming pool in the shape of a tea infuser.

09/17/10
I'm driving my dad's old Ford truck. We're carrying something explosive, and if we hit anything suddenly, everything will go up in flames. Suddenly, the brakes are failing, and I have three options: I can drive into a fence, a pile of logs, or a swamp.

We hit the swamp, and the truck sinks into the muck and stops there. It's not sinking any farther though.

My dad turns around and looks at me. He's about to start yelling.

"Good thing this is a dream, right?" I say sheepishly.

Pause.

"Hey, this is a dream!"

I spend the rest of the dream climbing buildings. I'm having trouble flying, but I find that if I swing my arms and move my feet, I can walk vertically up the side of walls.

Scare Factor: 3/10
Rating: 3/10

Preface: after taking 1mg of melatonin I went to bed. I know I had other dreams but I don't remember the content. I was able to recall many of the details of this dream later, on my way to work.
It will be apparent that as climbing is more than just a hobby to me, I am not surprised it has made its way into my dreams. I actually hope to possibly improve my technique through lucid dreaming. Not this time though.

Dream: It starts, I'm watching a climbing competition. I see pro climbers doing their thing, mostly bouldering (doing problems at the most like 4 meters high). I begin to get excited and decide it's time to get my shoes and chalk, but I have misplaced my bag. So I walk around the place asking people where my shoes are. All of them guys who I don't think looked like climbers, more like frat brothers or something like that. There is the climbing wall outside, inside is a hallway with a bunch of thin curtains that barely hide mattresses behind them. The beds are beds for things beds are for though, not crash pads. The guys I'm asking about my bag are sitting on some of the beds. I see a girl, not particularly attractive, but interesting to say the least. She is walking the hall, I ask her and she doesn't answer. I decide it's helpless, my shoes, my chalk bag, and my bag are all lost, so I go to a shop and try buying shoes but they don't have any in my size at a price I want to buy them at so I decide to pick up my search again. I walk out into the hall and see the girl dancing. I do a little jig myself cause I do that sometimes, and she glares at me. I wake up.

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

The location of this dream was unfamiliar to me, but I knew I was at a friend's house. This house was a bungalow, single-story, with light tan stone as the exterior with white windows and a white door. It was out somewhere in the country, placed away from a single strip of highway, connected by a smooth, slightly uphill asphalt driveway. On either side of the property were other houses, spaced generously apart, and there were tall evergreens at the sides of the yards acting like fences. It was daytime, and I knew this as the dream began, but it was as if the sky was toned down. The colors were the same as they'd be during the day, but in a darker hue, like someone had mixed the blue with black.

In the center of the driveway of the house, which two cars could drive down side-by-side, was a silver car that looked rather modern, almost like a Nissan 350z. It looked "warped", as many things do in a dream, but still realistic. It's difficult to say what exactly was warped about it.

I was standing in the driveway with a girl around the age of twenty; she was my friend, and also the person who owned the house. She told me that there was someone in the backyard with a shotgun, and that she ran out here to get my help. I must have been at the house for some while, then. But how did she think I'd be able to stop this intruder? At that moment, I became lucid, saying "yes!" and looking around. My lucidity wasn't high enough for me to remember my dream goals or act too consciously, unfortunately. Because of this I decided to just go to the backyard and apprehend the person. Losing lucidity almost as quickly as it came, I veered from going to the backyard (down the side of the house) to going up a few steps and banging on the front door. The door was solid wood that'd been painted white, and there was a fancy glass window on it, almost frosted-looking. There was darkness behind the window, and a dim yellow glow as if all the lights but one were off. The intruder had gone from being behind the house to inside the house.

The door opened quickly and I stepped back. A man (probably Mexican) was looking at me; he had a short beard and his eyes looked as if he hadn't slept in a few days. He pulled back a bit, back into the house, and then came out of the house, closing the door behind him. We were both right up against each other, and then I realized he was holding a cell phone. It was one of those chunky ones from back in the day, the ones that were the size of bricks. It was light gray in color and rather squareish.

He stared at me, shifting his weight over from one foot to the other. He then held the phone out towards me, looking at it and then back at me. "Take it," he told me in a fairly dark and heavy voice. The last thing I remember is staring down at the phone, becoming lucid, and then waking up. I DEILDed into another dream.

To start this, firstly I define the first layer as reality, second layer is your first dream and the third layer is the dream beyond that ect.. Beginning the dream, I knew immediately what I had to do. It was myself and three of my friends two males and one female in the group. My friend had these white pills and told the group that they would help us 'escape reality'. I don't take drugs at all in reality, so myself accepting this I knew I was dreaming, rather than control it, I went along with my conscious. The four of us proceed to a public bathroom in a remote campground, somewhere in the high desert, there is pine trees but it is mostly desert chapparel. Inside the bathroom we enter the shower room. We all disrobe and then take one of these pills each...In the second layer dream I instantly fall asleep

I awake to find myself in a third layer of a dream, with the same group of friends somewhere in the distance. I am in field, at the north end they are playing soccer with a seemingly infinite amount of balls that keep flying off into the forest, at the south end of the field they are playing basketball w/ soccer balls (again seemingly infinite). I walk towards the north field knowing my friends are up there, the people playing their games give me very intense, angry looks (intruding on someone else's dream?). I reach the north field and the female in the group has become a close high school friend of mine, we talk about how well the pill is working (this is extremely strange for me as I am concious of my choices from the second layer). The dream at this point begins to feel like a reality, and that the second layer was the 'dream', and that I had taken this pill and woke up into reality (however I was really in the third layer). The dream progresses, I begin to get extremely angry, frustrated with the fact that I don't know what real and what isn't. The four of us friends then meander out of the field and down into the forest, where a clearing appears and a crowd of people are watching a bunch of vehicles. We join them, and its a bunch of cars with faces talking (very much like the Disney Movie Cars). Then mater from the actual cars movie comes out and starts talking, at which point I realize it is a dream and I become extremely frustrated and angry. I take off in one of the vehicles and start driving down the road. Suddenly we are in a caravan of cars transporting some important person. I know my friend (one of the male friends is behind me) and I am sick and tired of being in this alternate reality and I want out, I pull over off the road, make a 9mm gun appear in my holster and I shoot my friend in the head, knowing that it is a dream and that it will be alright. I know now that the rest of my friends will not be happy with this and that likely and hopefully I will be shot in return, thus escaping the third layer via death. I turn my back to them and start walking away, holding my hands up high and flipping them off. I receive 3 shot gun rounds to the back, it hurts, it conciousely and ligitimately hurts in the dream...I keel over on the ground bleeding my friend then walks up "dude what the hell were you thinking? We were enjoying this world"...He proceeds to shoot me in the head several times..I take it..it does nothing but hurts immensely...I dont die...I scream to him "why can't we escape this world!?!" He helps me up and we begin to walk into a campground. We reach a three way intersection, there is a picnic table, a trashcan and a pine tree, to the north is a trail of unknown destination and to the left I remember is the bathroom where we had originally taken the pills and woken up in the third layer. We head back to the bathroom only three of us though, as I had killed my one friend (somehow he stayed dead). In the bathroom we took the pills again my friend said something along the lines of a word "hypnocrint" (perhaps the name of the pills in the dream?). I awake to find myself back in what seems like a familiar setting, it feels like reality, it feels like I was never sleeping. my three other friends are still there, the fourth returned, and we are in a kitchen this time with a door on the south and one door to the north. I hear children in the room to the south, distraught and still confused about reality (although this second layer I had awoke back into seemed like one-hundred percent reality). I debate whether it is reality or not, I begin to make a sword appear in my hand for the purpose of slaying someone for the 'test of reality'...I realize then that this is wrong and immoral, the sword dissapears as I trick my concious into believing this was reality.. I realize 'o my friends brother and sister are home I don't really want to deal with them, so I'll head through the north door..I open the door and his grand-parents are in this other room and begin talking with me casually 'crap I don't want to talk with his grandparents'.
The alarm sounds, 7:50am. Finally I am in reality, inside my college dorm. I had never been concisouly in and out of dream layers like that before and never have had difficulty escaping a layer, I felt trapped in the 3rd layer and it felt like weeks that I was down there.
-Demus

Just wanted to get this in before I forget. Had a short dream last night but woke up without any will to go record it. What remains is a fragment where I recall being in a lecture hall with Dr. Kelsch once more. The lecture hall was reminiscent of the larger of the two east rooms coming in from the south entrance to Sudro.

I seem to be struggling with a diminished will for lucid dreaming. I really need to summon the focus to recover my will to lucid dream. It's somewhat discouraging that I haven't been able to get lucid all month. I'm not sure if this is bad luck or if I'm just getting lazy.

I was on the street in a normal looking neighborhood, walking along the sidewalk. I had absolutely no idea that I was dreaming, but I knew exactly what I was doing. My plans were to go down the street to meet up with and spend some time hanging out with MoSh. His house was just a short way down the street, and the weather was beautiful, so I had decided to walk instead of drive so I could save some gas and reduce pollution. I reached MoSh's house in just a short time at which point I went right up to the door and knocked. It didn't take long before the door opened to reveal MoSh inside, smiling. He said I don't really need to knock every time, I can just come on in whenever I want to. He stepped aside to let me in.

I went inside and looked around, MoSh had a very nice place there, it looked like a really welcoming place. I was about to say something to MoSh when line of kids came running down the stairs from the second floor, they all charged right out the door with Data right behind them and a couple of dogs right behind him. They left the front door wide open, though MoSh didn't really seem to care, he seemed more interested in getting me to follow him into the living room. Since the weather was so nice outside, I didn't bother closing the door before following MoSh into the living room.

The living room was a fairly large room, MoSh was standing beside a comfortable looking couch and pointing at the largest wall in the room, which was completely taken up by a huge flat screen television. The flat screen television was mounted on the wall, or maybe the television was the wall... I couldn't be sure since there was not a single square inch of the wall was visible. I was wondering exactly how big the screen was. MoSh seemed quite pleased with the television, he stood there for a couple minutes as if waiting for me to say something, but all I could say was one word... Wow. Apparently that was an acceptable response, since MoSh continued to say he had an extensive library of movies and games, so let's watch or play something. I was thinking how awesome it would be to play games on that thing, so I immediately agreed and said we should play a game.

MoSh went over to a shelf and looked at some cases there, talking as he did. He was only halfway talking to me, however, he was mostly talking to himself. He said something about me not liking Starcraft, he muttered some more stuff, then he took a game out and slid it into a slot in the television. Wow! It even had a built in video game system! The game that started up on the screen was a space game, I had been right in thinking a game would look awesome on that television... The graphics looked absolutely amazing. MoSh and I were playing a co-op mission where it was the two of us against a fleet of enemy ships... Fortunately the enemies weren't very bright. MoSh and I came at them from different directions, each of us had a squad at our command, and we took them all out.

MoSh and I were playing a death match version of the game when Asuka came in, I blasted MoSh before I realized he was distracted... Asuka had sat down on his lap and kissed him... Not really a fair kill. MoSh won that part of the game, I have never been really good at death match games. Then we played a version of the game that was a race through an asteroid field, there were rings we had to fly through while avoiding running into the asteroids. I won that one, zipping in, out, and around the asteroids and through the rings to the finish line which was a space station inside a cool looking nebula. MoSh wasn't far behind me. I was wondering what other versions of the game were available, but I didn't get a chance to find out before I woke.

I was in the dream and..I was somewhere weird like..I was in the middle of an Olympic running track. Then someone from the crowds insulted me and told me to get out of the way. It seemed so weird...but it was still non lucid at this point. Then I was looking at a white wall but at an angle and it was a wall in the darkness. Then I squinted my eyes and was like omg..I'm dreaming. I squinted more and it became extremely vivid and I was like omg omg omg my heart started beating super fast as always and then my body started vibrating really hard and the wall vanished into the darkness. Then I couldn't see but I couldn't move and I knew I was in SP again so I didn't open my eyes...but I remember lifting my eyelids just enough to see for a split second something humanly but green was looking at me..then that's all I remember.

I was talking to my friend about raising money for my friends mum and my crush walked in and sed he wud give it to me i sed no no no but he sed yes... so his mum sed i only want his money nothing else so then i wanted to talk to him and we was in a dark black room with 2 sofas and i sat infront of his and sed i love u for who u are not what u are i dont want ur money i want who u have inside u and i started crying and i was expecting him to hug me and then after 6 seconds he kissed me and it actually felt like he was kissing me and i could taste it and everything. Im really freaked out Someone help me!

remember climbing this tree but it was so big it was like traveling threw a jungle and once i got to the top it was like an acid trip!

I've stopped smoking recently and its made me have lucid dreams for the last 2 months, I need to record them because I think there is more to them then just a random sequence of thoughts in my subconscious mind. What, why, where and how - I don't know but I think its deeper than that for me.

I keep dreaming about oceans or lakes or swimming pools. I had one yesterday in which I swam, I never dream of swimming maybe its because I don't know how to in real life. I've dreamt I've drowned a few times before....but what surprises me I always thought someone in the situation would panic. I seem so calm in these but I feel like I am calling for help and no voice comes out of my mouth. And then I cant breathe.

Most of my dreams are nonsensical pieces of my life sown together in non sequential almost nonsensical pieces. After all whose dreams are not?

If you can be bothered reading this all the way to the bottom, I will be impressed. It does contain at least 3 dreams from one sleep in a single sitting. Continue at your own peril!

Notes Normal Dream Lucid Dream

For the past week my recall has been terrible, with me only remembering a couple of fragments. This morning I woke up and started thinking through a dream - still half asleep. Suddenly I realised, "I should be writing this down!" So I hurriedly turned over and started writing. Part of the dream was lost, the part I was thinking about before I started to write it down.

First (?) part of dream was forgotten, but I recall entering a dark building. I was sure that I wasnt myself at this point, like I was inhabiting someone else's body. It was an orphanage, and I had the distinct feeling it was where I had grown up. Moving through the building, I found no-one about. Dumping my stuff (when did I get it?) in a room, I moved to another corridor and there was a guy who I knew in real life. Wearing nothing but a very short towel. Not being gay, this was not exactly a particularly pleasant thing for me to witness. "You must be looking for [his mother], here follow me." He led me to the reception (of sorts) and I knew that there was another part of the building behind it, that I didnt get to see. I was taken to a room, "Terga 4" (definitely saw that written down) which incidentally was the exact room I had dumped my stuff, and also grown up in (the person I was inhabiting)

Dream Change

Cutting grass in my current High School, although it seemed slightly different. I couldnt place why exactly in this dream. In any case, I had finished cutting two portions of the grass, and was just about to start the third when I was informed it was military property, and was as such dangerous. WTF? I moved outside the school, along a path. There was a box which provided electrical current to some wires, one along the first portion of the road, two along the second. I reached the start of the second portion the first time I walked along it, being led by a friend. The second time along, I was the one who was leading, and I'm sure we were being followed by a couple of idiots. At some point along the path I touched a wire to see if it was live It was before telling the others not to touch them. For some reason we walked on the part of the road that was narrower, on the grassy bank to the right hand side. When we got to the end of this road, there was a house.

It was dark, or at least stormy, with an illuminated house opposite us, atop some cliffs. A river went by in front of us, making a bridge lower down the only viable way across. Luckily there was an elevator for us (me + several others) to go down. We had almost all managed to fit into the elevator, only two people were not in it with us. As we started to go down, the idiots who had followed us arrived. We touched the ground below, and the idiots cut the rope that would have allowed the other two to get down. Interestingly enough, I predicted this would happen.

We had to get across the river, and once again I predicted what would happen next. The bridge broke. Luckily we were carrying the wooden elevator floor with us, and this allowed us to float. Unfortunately, I somehow fell over the edge and got trapped between a submerged post and the current of the river. Next thing I knew, I was floating near the house, and I remember a distinct feeling of WTF? How the hell did I get over here? I could hear the two friends who had been stranded up on the other side of the river, but not the friends who were actually in the river.

Dream Transition, like a scene change in a movie.

I was back at the first part I wrote about, but there were two changes: I was younger, and I definitely was myself instead of inhabiting another person. Were the two above parts of the dream linked? It would appear so, because there in the distance was the house, but it was daytime. Riding a tricycle, alongside a girl. We were both of about 7 or 8 years old at this time. Of all the parts I've talked about, this is the most difficult to remember. Things were fuzzier, more indistinct. I have no idea who the girl was, and I dont get the feeling that the major part I forgot explained who she was. All I know was that we were playing, and suddenly, she wasnt there. I asked no-one in particular, possibly my brain, what had happened to her.

She had died.

I suppose I knew already, but subconsciously. I think she died of cancer, although what variety wasnt explained. It was very sad, because it was like a childhood friend had died, and I didnt quite understand why.

Dream Change

Sitting down in the shower room, for some reason I put my thumbs on my nostrils. Breathing in still worked. Why? Had I not covered them properly? I tried again, sticking them right in, blocking my nasal passages completely, and yet I could still breathe in and out. With a sudden realisation, I was lucid dreaming! This was only the second time I could ever remember going lucid, and the first time with a conscious reality check, (albeit one I have never used before) and this made me pretty pleased. Feeling incredibly pleased, I sat for a few moments, relishing in the feeling of awareness. I was by this time quite tired of dreaming, I doubt I could have taken much more, so it was quite a relief when I woke up.

Im completely happy with the Lucid lasting only a few moments, because it has happened only once before. My goal now is to have a longer lucid dream, where I explore being aware.

Is this my Dream Journal?
Is it?
Is this a dream?
Will this dream journal post be here if I wake up?
We will see!

Method: DILD
Recall: Below Average (spotty)
Lucid Ability: 7
Vividness: average
Dream Length:unknown (long)

I don't know where this dream started, but I remember being in a war torn city, and even old people carried weapons. There was this one in particular who was firing off a machine gun from behind a construction road block. I don't know what she was killing or aiming at because I was heading in the other direction.

I picked up a stick and by the time she stopped firing and I asked her where to go next. Two areas look like they lead to more rural areas. The lady said one direction lead back to where we came from, with a bitter voice. She then said another leads to the forest but there are tons of zombies there, and I wouldn't last a second. She pointed to the last path which was apparantly the safest, and told me I'm stilling going to die, but I should try that one. At this point I had the feeling I was dreaming, but I wasn't sure. I headed towards the general direction of the two paths, and there were people standing in a wrap around line. All of them were going to take the safe path. Some group of people were heckling the stick I was holding, and once again they were telling me I wasn't going to live. While trying to keep the suspicions of the dream low, I hopped out of that line and headed off in the the dangerous forest. I wanted to kill some stuff.

scene change? gap in recall?

I'm down the street from my house, (lucid) and some DC is just being annoying. He's all in my face, talking crap over and over. Finally I started body slamming the guy. It was like picking up a pillow case. Each time, the guy got up again, and kept on harassing me. I decided to end it. I grabbed him by the back of his head and shoved his face into the ground. The ground turned into sand and it was smothering him. I watched his arms and legs struggle for a while and stop moving. I let go, and the DC got up again, but he was headless. I sighed, and walked off...ignoring him. I threw a portal on the ground and jumped inside.

scene change.

I'm viewing a wire frame roller coaster. And I'm placing all the parts where everything is going to be, and then my POV is actually on the roller coaster, but the dream fades.

I remember Cacaphony and J were at my house. She hopped on my computer and was complaining about how IRC was black in white. I told her to click MIRC and she should be able to see the difference. J was was in the kitchen talking to some guy....about something...like the guy needed something from him...money or whatever.

FA I'm on the phone talking to J about the dream.