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Perspective: First person, video game style

I am an orphan at an orphanage and I seem to be visiting a park down the street. I don't remember what I was doing at the orphanage before hand. I am at the park when I notice a camera. I look at it until it turns into a video game. I point the mouse clicker over a screw and it turns into a screw icon. I press it and the screw comes out. I try and do this to the next one but a ranger speaks to me.

"Hey they're! If you see the ones that broke the camera let me now!" He hollered. Thinking he suspected me I stuttered out "Yeah, I noticed it was broken." And quickly tried to make my way out of the park.

Two children walk by me with a bag full of lollipops. I ask for one but they laugh at me, telling me to do some impossible thing before I get one. I return to the orphanage. The perspective returns to a chibi over head view.

In the dream, I have a flash back. My head voice says "I never liked the orphanage. It was always about rank." Then old pictures with brown sort of textures around them flashed through my mind. A woman's voice echoed through my head. "So has any of the orphans picked out the special animal?" The pictures showed various orphans with pink animal plushies. The test was to see If anyone of the orphans picked out her special animal. The one who did got to be adopted. The last one was of me, cupping the cheeks of a cute, tiger like pink plushie. That concluded my flash back

A pink haired lady which I presume is my friend rushes over to me and ask how my day was. I shrug the question off. I don't remember what happened but she carted off another orphan and locked him into a room. I get ready to change for a big party or something . The dresser was at the bottom of the screen so I couldn't see my character fully, just his hair.

I opened the wardrobe and dressed into a suit. I ask the pink haired lady "Does this look good on me?" She replies "I don't know, the wardrobes blocking the view." This might be a case of breaking the fourth wall as she is looking from my perspective. I say "Well that is the point." before my dream ended.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

Monsters in a fortress
With a group, trapped in some fortress. We are trying to escape but we are being hunted down by some guy who can transform into a super strong monster. We managed to block some doors behind us, so he can't physically get to us, but he penetrates our minds and causes hallucinations on us, to disorient and, eventually, kill us.
We are at some kind of terrace. Some plants to our left become monstrous. A sharp branch pierces through a girl, killing her instantly. Another plant cuts the head of a guy with a razor-like leaf. From nowhere I am attacked by a little critter, the size of a koala, with arms and legs but reminiscent of a fish with shark teeth. It bites me on my jugular and the pain is excruciating. I have the feeling these monsters aren't really real, so I repeat out loud that they are just illusions. When I'm close to faint, the critter's bite looses some strength, it falls on the ground and shrinks until it disappears. I tell the others to follow the same strategy and as they realize we're all hallucinating, they get rid of their own monsters.
We count the dead and the survivors and we notice a little girl missing from the group. She had been dropped by a pterodactyl-like flying monster, over the terrace edge and she was dangerously dangling on the outside wall. A guy on the group who looks like Van Damme, says he'll rescue her. He asks for my help in preparing some ropes so he can go get her, but he suffers from some super-hero syndrome and he treats me with incredible arrogance. In the end he fails to rescue the girl and simply gives up. There goes the super-hero down the drain. I decide to finish what he started. The little girl had also been arrogant with me on some previous occasion, demanding that I give her something as if it was my obligation to satisfy her whims. Now her mother is explaining to her the meaning of selflessness, asking her to thank me for saving her life.
On the terrace, we find a door leading to the outside of the fortress, where we breath with relief. Then someone reminds us that some other group of people were still trapped inside the fortress. Most people just shrugged their shoulders and said they couldn't do anything for them. But a guy, who was Jim Caviezel, was sitting on a boulder smoking a cigarette, and with a very cool attitude he said he would go back to rescue them. I offered to join him.

Retrieving Manjushri sword II
Having some erotic dream, when I become aware I am dreaming. I touch some curtains and notice their texture. This makes me fullly lucid and I immediately jump through the window, wishing to crossover to the place where I was last time face to face with the guy who had stolen Manjushri's sword.
I land on that same empty room and the guy is there in front of me. Although he looks slightly different from last time, as well as the set, I recognize the situation as the continuation of that other dream. The sword is still in the center of the room, but this time its blade is made of translucent iridescent light of all the colors of the rainbow and it is hovering over a black platform full of gadgets that I assume to be protective mechanisms.
Last time I met this guy, we were evaluating each other before making any move, but this time I feel that I should simply go for the sword which I could then use it to fight him. We look each other in the eyes for a second and then I jump to my left get the sword. Immediately one of the gadgets on that platform becomes very alive, shooting deadly lasers at me. I have to withdraw and hide. The guy is watching with a smirk on his face. He is probably thinking I will never be able to beat the defense system and he looks relaxed. But after attacking and testing the machine a few times and learning its moves and glitches, I finally manage to reach the platform and disable the laser gun. Then some black spherical drone emerges, with a round blade on iits belly, but even before it cuts any bit of me, I grab the sword and destroy the drone with a blow.
Now the guy is in panic, but too late, I already jumped like a jedi through the roof to a safe distance on the outside. I decided not to waste my time fighting him and his guards. But they don't give up that easily and they start a relentless chase. It follows a long sequence of scenarios and fights. including a theater where I fight one of the guys and a subway station where I try to loose them by jumping from one train to another in opposite direction. At some point the sword starts to loose its glow and it becomes inert, rendering its powers unavailable. I end up in the back of some truck going uphill. When I get off of it, the sword transforms into a metallic ball, the size of an orange. I put it inside my top, between my breasts, where I think it will be safe. I look around and see a bus full of tourists, unloading snowboards and other winter sports materials. I look down the hill and iti is covered in snow. It is becoming dark and down in the valley I see a town, starting to turn its lights on. It looks beautiful and I feel drawn into it. I discretely steal a snowboard from a guy and decide to go to that town. So I snowboard downhill.

I've been having a weird dream where I keep seeing these people I've never seen before. I can't remember much, but i do know that I talk to them like old friends. At first, a few weeks ago, I didn't pay any mind to it, but then the most expected thing happened: I met them! I think this might just mean I can read small parts and a little into the future! I doubt it though. Anyways, the reason I don't post a dream everyday is due the fact I can't hardly remember them all! Until next time!!

Going to have a go tonight.
I'm a bit of nervous because I have no idea what to expect, but I'm sure everything will be fine. I've read a few tutorials and I'm going for a MILD/DILD approach.

Wish me luck!

Awake - Dream - Lucid
"..." shows where time in the dream is missing.

Time: Morning of 12/10/11

This was interesting. I'm hoping that I got down all the details.

I had gotten up at around 6:00 AM to look at the lunar eclipse. My dad had woken me up to look at it. He and my little sister were leaving for a swim meet. After they left, I went back to bed and listened to internet radio on my iPod. I was listening to old archive clips of Phil Hendrie. I hadn't been using any sort of induction technique for the past several weeks.

I was on some sort of massive beach, which was crowded with hundreds of people at tables and in front of consoles. It seemed like it was some sort of convention for RC boats and also large ships. The sky was grayish blue, and the water was very dark and kind of choppy, but it was warm, and there was no wind...
I'm riding one of the small RC aircraft carriers out into the water, which was congested with other boats and ships...
Everyone is talking about some new sort of war ship that the military is looking into... Writing this, I can't remember what was so special about it!
Now I'm in back of what I think must have been one of the new ships. There is a large patio and there are people sitting and chatting. I somehow pull down from the back of this ship (which didn't appear to be in the water) a massive round grate, like the one you'd find over the gas outlet on a gas stove. I twist something under the grate, and a massive fire is lighted beneath it. This grate was massive, and for this scene of the dream, my view appeared to be flying overhead, even though I felt like my body was still on the ship. Everyone loved the stove top thing. They praised my accomplishment. Then I tried to turn it off, but it was very hot and I had to use massive pliers to twist the valve shut... I don't remember if I actually succeeded in getting the thing turned off.
Everything seemed to skip ahead one year. I was coming back to the convention this year, accompanied by my dad this time. He said everyone would want a setup spot next to me because I had become famous at last year's convention. As he said this, we were wondering a back gravel path past wood cabins in what seemed to be a forest. There was a little snow on the ground, but I didn't feel cold. Apparently these were all convention spots; we just had to get to the beach. Everyone tried to talk to me as we passed. Eventually we rounded a corner at the end of the string of cabins, and there was the beach, packed with people. I wondered off to my spot, which I somehow knew. Next to my spot, I saw someone who I edit videos for on YouTube, but had never actually met in person. He apparently had the spot next to mine. He was busy setting up an RC boat. I said hi and without looking up he said "hey, buddy." Then we got to talking and I noticed that he seemed to be made out of the same material as egg cartons are. I asked him about it and he said something which I can't remember. I said to him, "this is the first time I've actually met you in person." He replied, but I can't remember how. A bunch of people were coming up to me and asking if I was going to do the stove top again this year. I said I would...
Now we are on board one of the new military ships again. I seem to suddenly be accompanied by some friends from school. The halls inside the ship are dim with a greenish tint. Eventually I find my way to a computer and look at the screen...
Now I'm at the top of a cliff at a smooth-faced orange canyon. At the bottom, there is blue water, clear enough to see to the bottom. The cliffs weren't too high, maybe 100 feet or so. I make some remark about this being the perfect place for the stove, because there is a lot of space in the gorge...
Now I am at a beach, but it doesn't seem to be the same one. It is very sunny and the water is calm, and there are no other people besides my group. Next to the water, I am setting up some apparatus necessary for the stove top. I am with someone else, but I don't remember who. A sound startles us and we look around, to see a group of basketball-sized colored spheres, all with cartoonish faces, moving along in a line and making some sort of song. I walk up to them, and they greet me and tell me they are on some sort of mission. We go back around a hill that was behind us...
My group of friends and the spheres chat for a while, saying they need to explore the surrounding system. We chat for a while. I then go back out to the canyon, and as I get to where I would be setting up the stove top, I hear a sound behind me. I look over a rock and see another sphere, with round glasses and a long white beard. Somehow, I seem to recognize this sphere, and I go and talk to him...
Between there and the next part, I'm sure something else happened, but I can't remember what. I don't want to trick myself into making up details that weren't really there, so I won't try to write anything.
We are talking with the spheres, and they put up on a screen what their planned path around the area was for their mission. It was a map that should looping lines, like an orbital path. Chris, a friend of mine from school, added a separate path branching off from the main loops, saying that would add some fun...
Now I just see an overview of the original crowded beach. A voice is talking about that military ship again, describing it. It says something like "It looks like a battleship, but it mainly works as a *can't remember*. I then see a side view of the ship, with the water underneath translucent. The ship sinks, and I begin to hear parts of my online radio.

I wake up, turn off the radio, and check the clock. It's somewhere around 11:30. I decide to get up and write this down.

This dream seemed to be more coherent than the last one I posted. There are still bits missing, but it seems to be more complete. I enjoyed this dream a lot, but I'm not sure exactly why.

NOTES

• The dream had a positive feel to it.
• This dream also involved people I really knew, which I find interesting. For me, that hasn't been common.

MischiefManaged Dream

Dream 1
I’m standing on a street in an unfamiliar town. It’s a deep night, very dark; all streetlights around me are off. I see some lights in the distance, but it’s the opposite direction of where I want to go. Despite the fact I don’t know the place, I know where I should be going to get home – but there are no lights and I see some figures in this alley, so I start moving towards the lights.

When I get there I find myself on the rooftop near the hospital. I turn around and see that somebody is running towards me from the place I came from. It’s a man – I can’t see his face, he’s wearing a black hoodie. I start running, but since I’m on the rooftop, I have to jump as well. The buildings are pretty close to each other, so I jump confidently. I see myself as a videogame character as if I’m controlling my actions from the distance.

Dream 2

Big dream about me trying to get out of closed kind of futuristic airport. Airplanes are weird and look more like complicated spaceships, all the doors change places, so that you can’t use the same door to enter and leave the plane.

Dream 3

I’m on a road trip with my parents and some people I don’t know. We’re going down to the lake – to get there we have to get through freezing snowy mountains and Great Wall of China. Then we get to the lake and I see a huge green dragon curved in the mountain on the other side of the lake.

Dream 4

That was a huge Doctor Who dream with me as companion. I remember only bits, that can’t put in the right order, but – there was a church in the center of the city that was emitting some waves that ended up splitting time and space in the street, eating all the people nearby. Then there were some sea monsters in the river with the most populated beach. There were also aliens from “The Family of Blood”.

Somewhere near the end of the dream Amy Pond and Rose Tyler were there and I noticed that apart from hair and clothes they are completely different people from the characters in the show, but soon after that I woke up.

I don't know exactly how this one started, but I think it was with a little boy stealing something from a house and running away with it. It was some kind of small metal box with orange corners, and when he opened it a swarm of... pixels came out? That's what they looked like--thousands and thousands of little silver pixels. They started destroying everything in sight. It was like they consumed the space itself, leaving a black void. The boy ran away and the pixels went on eating up the landscape.

Then the scene switched to me, my mom, and my two little sisters in the middle of a big city. Some of the buildings were already half gone. People were running everywhere, but most of them weren't fast enough to get away from the swarm of little squares and they were also consumed. Apparently there were some places scattered around the city where the pixels couldn't go, however, so everyone was trying to find those safe havens to hide in. Somehow I knew where one was. We headed out through the streets, avoiding the pixel swarms and looking for a sewer grate, which I knew would lead to one of the safe places. We found one and I jumped down into it. It looked more like a dungeon than a sewer inside.

"Stay here, I'll find the way," I told my mom and sisters. They hid in a little recess in one of the stone walls and I set off to find a pixel-free area. But they were destroying things down there, too, so sometimes I had to take detours to avoid getting killed. Eventually I found the safe place, a classroom sitting there in the middle of a tunnel. An old professor man was inside, talking to others who had found their way there. Next to the classroom was a ladder that led up to a trap door. That opened up to the inside of a Wal-Mart. Most of it had been eaten up by the pixels, but a small area around the trap door was untouched.

I had found the safe place, but now I had to get back to my my mom and sisters, and then remember the way back to here again. Easier said than done. After wandering around for a few minutes I found them, but I had no idea how to get back. So we wandered around together. My little sisters wouldn't be quiet, so we had to stop frequently to shush them. Finally the classroom came into sight. But as we ran towards it, a swarm of the pixels came up behind us. It was close, but we made it. I spent the rest of the dream helping people from the Wal-Mart get to the room.

whiterains dream

very intense drema slast night but pretty poor memory today. the min bit i remember was being back in college in halls. thee was a bit of a fight and these 2 big lads went crashing through this upstairs window, not breaking it but knocking it out of the frame. they fell the 6 metres or so down. i later heard they were both stable but one was still unconscious.

then i was back in halls trying to hide from something. i went to hide in someones room, and they turned into this character from fresh meat who is a little like someone i lived near in college. he was being odd so i made my apologies and left. damn memory, more later perhaps

I ate some peanut butter last night before bed, for the tryptophan content. I also took about 75mg of vitamin b-6, hoping to convert some of that tryptophan to serotonin. I had many dreams last night, but my recall is still terrible. I know I dream a lot, but I can remember only a little.

Chased by Nebuchadnezzar

I am somewhere, being chased by Nebuchadnezzar. He is animal-like, although I don't recall if he was in one of his animal phases. He is chasing a lot of people. I crawl under a couch to hide, which seems to be a clever thing to do. At times, it isn't Nebuchadnezzar but somebody else (the police?). One of my tactics seems to involve holding my breath and counting. There is more to this dream but I can't remember it.

Dream journal

I am in a library somewhere taking books off of shelves. One of them is my dream journal, and I realize that I should write in it. I dream something about lucid dreams, but don't become lucid.

DILD after WBTB

I was inside of a fancy building, it looks like a university or a shopping mall. There is a big room with see through walls, and I see a huge classroom, but instead of seats, there were cardio machines with people on them. I notice some empty machines and thought about joining in. This room was very big and had multiple levels. In the very front was a female instructor. I am on the outside looking in through the glass walls.

Outside of this classroom, I am standing and talking with someone. This person is coaching me on how to lucid dream. I am standing in a meditative state (eyes closed) and attempting a WILD while this person is coaching me. He was telling me things about WILD that I already knew.

I suspect that I may be in a dream, or a dream within a dream. Anyway, I try to perform the nose plug reality check. This time it wasn't so easy to control what I was doing. I could not see my hands, and I was very careful not to wake myself up. Somehow I am able to plug my nose, and confirm that I was dreaming. At this point, the dream started to become vivid. However, It appears that I have my eyes closed as I cannot see anything other than a bright yellow/orange light. I attempt to open my eyes in my dream, again being very careful not to wake myself up. Unfortunately this resulted in me opening my eyes in real life, thus ending the lucid dream.

Aeolar's Dream-
- Didn't record this one, but I was walking down the street near Pine avenue and Thor came up to me and wanted to fight. Instantly I became lucid, and killed Thor. He dropped a pair of wings that came with an engraved piece of metal. It said "Wings of Thor" and the rest of the writing was total nonsense that I didn't care to read. I checked my hands and they were growing extra fingers. I moved them closer to my face but I couldn't focus on them enough. Then I decided to go do something so I jumped up into the air and onto the roof of this building. While I was deciding what to do, I moved my arm in real life and woke up :\

Fragment
Kid Muscle and Kevin Mask were fighting in the final of the Chojin Championship Final.

Dream Count: 2
DILDs: 0 , WILDs: 0 , MILDs: 0 , APs: 0

Dream 1:
A Short Dream Looking Towards Erin

Dream 2:
A Dream About My Mom Coming to Pick Me Up, When I Was There I Saw My Mom, She Came In And Gave Me Something. Then I Asked To Go To Her Car. I Was Worried Because Mr.O Talked To Her But It Wasn’t About Homework. I Then Talked To A Few People. Later On I Found My Phone In My Locker. Somehow My Clothing Changed. It Used To Be A Grey Short Sleeved Shirt With Red Shorts. Teacher Erica Gave Me Her Phone Number. My Clothing Was Black And Baggy. Then The Dream Ended.

Notes:
This was my first night actually trying to do something properly I suppose, having starting roughly earlier this week. I remembered my dream about looking to Erin which lasted shortly. I then remembered myself having the dream at school. It felt real and I remembered it. When I woke I thought it was a mere thought but I remembered that I didn’t think of it consciously. Usually, I won’t remember enough to write down in my journal… I suppose this first steps to becoming a lucid dreamer is working!

12/10/11

NON-LUCID

Dream 1

I believe I have a date with a girl, but the setting was at night, so I couldn’t recall her facial features, all I know is that she was wearing a black dress whose bottom ended pretty short.



We were at a party somewhere, and it was outdoors. There was one type of food that was supposed to taste so delicious that no one could carry it as a leftover. That’s all I remember for that one.

Dream 2:

I think a group of young children (mostly girls) were running from some monster in the dark. Some random lady was helping them escape it. They were going around in circles screaming, but the monster wasn’t really much of a threat, all it did was just spread its whole body for a while…that’s it lol. It was like a blob type of monster, but I couldn’t remember its color.



Dream 3:

I think I’m in a Hispanic restaurant that served A LOT of free appetites, even deserts. But this dream totally went from a basic dream to another dream full of incoherent events. After I leave the restaurant, I’m flying a black mini-jet.



Of course I’m scared as hell because I’m asking the person behind me how the HELL do I OPERATE this thing without us CRASHING., and we almost crashed a building, but I managed to pull the controls to go up. After riding around randomly with no sense of direction, I landed the jet.

When I go down I think my father complained that I wasn’t using the right bolts. I don’t know what I said, but when I turn around, I expected to see a black mini-jet, but all I saw was a red car.




I was in that moment where I wanted to quit riding these vehicles and I wanted to tell my father that, and I was basically thinking “Ehhhhh” for like 5 seconds to admit to him to just drive me home.

Then when I get home I go to a random room, and I see a hidden video game CD labeled “Star Wars.” There were more small items in the room, but I didn’t pay attention to any of them. Then when I get out, I explore more of the house, and realize it seemed to be a two-story house.

Anyway, my mother just pops up randomly and is resting on a bed on the floor. I just look and keep going towards some random room, and then she asks me if I can turn off the lights for her.

There were so many bloody switches in one area that it was like trying to defuse a bomb, I didn’t want to turn on/off the lights in my father’s room, nor activate some kind of random fan.



It took a while, and my mother kept telling me had to turn off the switch opposite of the other one, which made no sense at all.

Don’t remember much after that, but I do believe I finally turned off the right light.

Dream 4:

I think I’m going to the Laundromat near my apartment. I see this girl that looks like a girl I had a High School crush on when I was a sophomore.

In waking life, when I saw this girl, my heart would flutter and my brain just made me feel so weird inside, as if I had shorter breaths or something (typical...). I would become so compelled in what she would say in English class because she really did have words of creativity and emotion, even if she didn’t feel like she did so. (I was still in that stage of finding my own way of thinking and being creative).

Anyway, I got closer to this girl, and some other average-looking guy (not to be cocky or anything) was close to her too trying to suck up to her. She said she’ll be right back to the both of us, and the guy just disappeared (I didn’t mind ).

Then the environment turns into a restaurant. I’m sitting down eating a meal, and these rich African Americans that look like they own large corporations look at me weirdly as if I don’t belong in this type of restaurant (I wasn’t aware of what I was wearing).

Apparently I was sitting on the same girl's seat that left us for a while to get something. As I’m close to finishing my meal, the girl comes in, and I wanted to say “Sorry” to her, but I think she comes up and defends me against these people who thought I took her seat.

Then I go off into a wild tangent and declared that they should stop looking at me like an incompetent. I told them that I’m trying to get an education as well, and to become successful like them as well.

Some still retain their stoic demeanor, while others smiled a little bit, but they still reverted back to that blank state. I forgot everything about the girl next to me and the dream fades.

Good morning, everybody.

For anybody interested in time and dreams, I'm pretty sure that the first dream took place in less than one minute. I woke up to a police siren, fell asleep, had the dream, and woke up to another siren.

Dream #1

I was walking through a museum, along a second floor balcony overlooking a first floor kind of atrium area. It was probably night, and it seemed like more than half the lights in the museum were turned off. I may have been looking down to the first floor, to a few glass-cased displays along one of the walls.

I was now listening to some man, who was supposed to be the father, Bill Loud, from the 1971 reality show An American Family. But the man sounded a bit younger and a bit meaner than Bill Loud. He was complaining to someone about how one of his sons, probably Lance, was too into museums.

The man complained that now the son wanted the man to go to the museums with him. But the man said, "God, what makes him think I'm interested in going off to see a bunch of tropical colored, electrical fish?"

I now sat at a dining table at the back end of the balcony area. This part of the balcony extended, it seemed, into the main part of the second floor. There may have been a number of tables here. The table I sat at was long, able to seat eight or ten people. But the only other person at the table was Lance Loud, who sat directly across from me.

We sat mostly in darkness. The only light seemed to be coming from a kitchen area, behind me and maybe twenty or thirty meters away.

I had looked down to the first floor at some point. It was now like a movie theatre, including a ground level and a balcony. And it was packed. I knew now that the creators of An American Family had come out with a new documentary, possibly further documenting the life of the Loud family.

I thought of the creators of America as Frederick Wiseman, the great documentary filmmaker. But apparently Wiseman was actually twins. There were two Wisemans.

Lance was here for the premiere of the new Wiseman documentary. But it was kind of against his will. He kind of resented the Wisemans. He felt like the An American Family reality show had ruined his family. The Wiseman twins knew that Lance felt that way. And they resented Lance as well.

Lance was busy complaining to me about the Wiseman twins when they walked past us, heading toward a stairway down to the movie theatre.

The Wiseman twins looked nothing like Frederick Wiseman. They looked more like short versions of the psychic researcher Russ Targ. They had puffy, curly, grey hair, though most of their forehead was bald. They were square-faced, though their faces were a bit wrinkly. One of the twins wore a white sweater. The other one wore a black leather jacket.

As the twins passed us, one of them made a kind of rude remark to Lance in a deep, gravelly, but loose and relaxed kind of voice. The twins knew Lance didn't want to be here, and the twins didn't want Lance to be here.

But one of the twins saw that I was sitting with Lance. He had walked to the top of the staircase. But now he turned around and came back to Lance. In a relaxed, but courteous tone he told Lance, "We're having a ----- after the show. You're more than welcome to come."

The twin walked away. Lance said, really loud, so the twin could hear him, but in such a way as to sound like he was talking only to me, "Oh, like I'd actually want to go to something like that!"

The ----- was something like a viewing of behind the scenes clips from the documentary. This was supposed to be of great interest to a lot of the people who had been involved with the film.

Dream #2

There was a man in maybe his forties who was the father of a girl in her early twenties. The father had had the chance on a couple occasions to be around the girl's circle of friends.

The father felt like it was possible that one of the men in this group would want to marry the girl. The father didn't quite feel comfortable about this. The men seemed either like total screw-ups or like people who would kind of treat the girl in a mean way.

But the father decided that he needed to get to know the guys better before he jumped to such conclusions about them.

The father was now standing out on a driveway in the late afternoon. The father was white, with tan, tough skin and a square haircut of grey and white hair. He wore a white polo shirt. He was in shape, if not actually even muscular.

The father thought it was a stroke of luck -- one of the girl's friends, the one, it seemed, the girl was most interested, was standing in the driveway as well. The father could get to know the guy.

The guy was now standing before the garage. The garage door was open. An incandescednt light lit the garage. There was no car in the garage. But at the very front of the garage was a small shelf, on which sat a few doll-like girls' toys.

The guy was standing there, staring at the doll-toys and giggling to himself. I was kind of concerned for the boy. I felt like the father might think the guy was some kind of pervert for being so interested in girls' toys. But the father didn't feel that way. The father just thought the guy was artistic, interested in these toys for an artistic reason.

The father walked up to the guy to talk to him. The guy was a bit shorter than the father. He was pale white, about half bald, with short, disarranged hair on the rest of his head. He was a little chubby, and his flabby cheeks were dotted with stubble. He wore chunky, square eyeglasses and a too-big, blue-green t-shirt.

The guy, sensing the father behind him, turned around, while still giggling at the girls' toys. He found himself face to face with the father.

But the guy didn't feel he needed to acknowledge the father at all. He kept giggling about the toys, then turned off and to his right, walking toward and then into the front door of the house.