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11-14-2012 -- Early parts gone, but I am in an area that is half a small area of streets backing a lake in Florida, and half somewhere on the Fullerton College campus in California. I'm not sure why I am here, but I am at Don Dunn's shop, so it probably has something to do with car repairs. At the back of the property, where it borders on the lake, there is a spider web across the path, with a small red spider in the middle of the web. As I watch it, the spider is growing slightly larger, and is turning into what almost looks like a vaguely sponge ball-ish blob, about an inch across.

Moment by moment, there seem to be more and more of these things, some connected together, almost like centipede segments or something. Somehow they are important, but not terribly dangerous, and they help to keep the path clear, though clear of what, I really don't have a clue. There are some kids who live in a hillbilly-like house back in the mud around the lake that are running through the area.

I seem to be standing here with Bonnie M. at Don Dunn's place, wait for somebody who I am almost sure is Xander Harris (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) to bring me something, though at first I am not sure what it is. [Problem is, I have never seen BtVS, so I don't know the character, which makes this very strange.] Whatever I am waiting for, it has already been paid for, in fact it was paid for perhaps a year or two ago, and Xander is very late in providing it.

I'm pretty sure it is supposed to be a state-of-the-art computer which Xander was supposed to be able to get for me really cheap. Anyway, as we're waiting for Xander to hopefully show up, Bonnie decides to give me a worn, slightly bent metal side-panel from a computer, and since it isn't in the best of shape, I'm hoping it isn't supposed to be a part of my new state-of-the-art machine. It isn't, just an extra piece of metal she has found that she thinks I may want.

No idea how or why, but I seem to own an old, beat up truck which is a cross between a box truck and a trash truck. I don't see any use for the side panel except as a bit of scrap metal, so I climb up the side of the truck to toss it in the back. As I go to do some, a worker looks out and asks me "What's up?" Worker? I didn't know I had any workers with the truck .... I don't have anything for him to do, and no money to pay him with, so I tell him he can take the rest of the week off because we have nothing scheduled.

But I find myself thinking that maybe I should start up a salvage yard like Jupiter's Uncle Titus (Three Investigators). I wonder if I might be able to make a living as a junk dealer. I suddenly find myself looking at some old statues and thinking of how I might pack them in the truck to be able to move them safely, figuring in wrapping them in blankets and things to help protect them from damage in moving. It seems to be almost a sort of test.

By this time, the area has turned to Hazelnut in Buena Park, and Bonnie M is trying to call Xander on her cell phone, but is interrupted when a sort of mobile home trailer pulls up to Sean S.'s house. Sean has an aunt or something that is a friend of Bonnie's, and she has just shown up and is unloading something off her trailer. She seems to be handing me bits of foam packing material or something, and I assume she needs help and am neatly stacking the material for her, until she asks me what I think I'm doing. I have no clue, and she doesn't tell me anything, but she doesn't seem to need my help.

About this time, Xander finally shows up and starts unpacking a lot of very large boxes. It seems he finally has my computer, but there are hints that not everything is right. He may need more money, or may not have all the parts because some things were not available. The large replacement hard drive may not be as large as it is supposed to be. And the 20" monitor which was supposed to be top-of-the-line when I ordered it is now more toward the lower end. But it is still a very good Mac system built on the Power PC line at about 367 MHz, which in my dreams is still quite good. (In real life I no longer know what would be a good Mac processor.) I am thinking this system will help me to reacquaint myself with desktop publishing software on the Mac, giving me a better chance at graphic artist job interviews since I still need to find work.

As we're unpacking stuff, Don Dunn comes across what almost seems like large stacks of advertising pogs or perhaps coasters. Small, thin paper-ish discs with pictures and system details printed on them. In some was I'm not really clear on, I'm shooting them out of a sort of air cannon, trying to fire them into a pile out of the way. But the air cannon is far more powerful than I realize, and I end up shooting them several houses down the block. I try to go gathering them all up again, but find all those that have landed on the grass have absorbed the dew, and are too wet to be worth collecting.

11.14.2012

The PENIS CUTTER (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Heh, yesterday, I had three blowjobs in a dream, and now this? OH YEAH. *sarcasm*

My dream recall, I'm getting my tulpa to help me recall them whenever I come back home and have time to recall them, considering the time I woke up and went to class was 1-2 hours, and still managed to remember this without writing notes is going pretty well. Tulpaforging, not really so strong at the moment, but I'm trying.



So I'm outside near your typical gas station store, or mini-market area. The atmosphere is gray overall, guess it must be a cold day, or most likely to rain. There's this machine that I'm trying to avoid that apparently cuts the head of your penis off.

It has a mix of colors:

-Blue
-Gray
-Red Eyes
-Black

And its composition, especially for the torso and legs, was fairly basic. It's mostly a rectangular base for the torso, with a few curved ends here and there, and the legs were skinny but extremely durable. It had choppers as well, obviously, so it can cut men's penis heads off.

I'm informed on a screen that shows up like a HUD where I have to mentally synch in the letters that show up, or else the machine/robot cuts my penis off. And what made it more challenging is that I have to at least be 2-5 feet to the machine that's coming at me.

Like WTF.

I had my penis head cut off at least two times, and thank goodness I didn't feel any pain, and the machine can cut the head off REALLY fast. I remember the first time the dream reset where I'm in the same environment with the mini-mart, I was inside the store, and running through the small aisles, trying to make random things fall to slow down the machine.

You know how in a chase where the one being chased pulls down random shit, like a pole or fruits on a fruit stand to distract the chaser? Yeah.

Other than that, the dream was mostly revolved on me trying to avoid the robot until I was ready to synch with the random letters surrounded by a cyan aura.

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11.14.2012

Princess Zelda collects Dragons? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I believe I'm in the same environment as I was in the previous dream with the penis cutter, except this time, there's not machine to worry about. I have the assumption that if I go inside the mini-mart, something bad will happen, so I decided to not go in of course.

There's a dream shift where I'm with my father, and he wants to get some rice from one of those to-go areas you see in gas stations (like getting breakfast tacos or something like that). My father asks the man if he can get a specific rice in a specific way, and the employee has a hard time explaining things to him.

I end up coming into the conversation and stating that the rice will be just fine, and that it won't try since it'll have water in it even when it's microwaved. I believe that's the answer the employee was going to state, but couldn't find the words.

The dream shifts again, and I'm back outside the mini-mart. There's this really sexy female. She has dragon armor, similar to this, but more revealing of her skin, and more sluttier:

It was also a mix of this, at least close enough to it, except it was black, and had some red marks near the shoulder areas:

She doesn't seem like she's trying to kill me or anything, she's probably treating me as if I'm another dream character. I could've interacted with her, since she is the most enticing DC in the dream after all. She summons a huge brown dragon, and it comes to her right by her side. It's completely tamed, it moves its head next to her right hand that she has extended for the dragon to touch.

The dragon is at peace, majestic, I could see its scales, this was an awesome dragon, and I was amazed at how much this lady could control the dragon. Then the dream shifts to where I see this same lady near Princess Zelda.

They're both standing near a castle top (like the picture below labeled in red):

The brown dragon is flying above them in a circle, and Princess Zelda (the Twilight Princess version) extends her arms for it to come near her. Zelda then turns to the same lady in the slutty dragon armor, who is probably her dragon tamer assistant or something, and tells her to collect more dragons for her.

She complies, and I guess she goes off to find more dragons to tame.

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11.14.2012

Las Plagas Victims just can't DIE (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm playing as Leon S. Kennedy from Resident Evil 4. I'm trying to shoot all the Las Plagas Victims before they kill him, and I feel as if I'm interchanging in being in Leon's body, and mentally controlling him in spectator mode.

I'm inside of a house, like the type of house made mostly of wood and bricks, like a 1800s type of house. There's a border extending from a wall in the middle of the area, meaning the enemies have to go horizontally from where I'm at before they can get to me.

I'm using basic guns, thinking that they'll be adequate enough to take care of this invasion, but when I shoot their heads off, they are STILL alive. In fact, for some, A white ghost comes out that's still stuck on their body. It's popping out, but not all the way.

Then I thought that I should mentally scroll over to the inventory system, like in Resident Evil 4, and get out the Chicago Typewriter, which has infinite ammo in the actual game, and had the same benefit here in the dream.

I go crazy, I hold on to the trigger, and never released it. These things just won't BLOODY DIE. They're still moving. And the dream shifts where Dr. Salvador (the chainsaw guy) is preparing to come at me, but is waiting for me to come at a reasonable distance to chop my head off or something.

The environment is completely dark, and the only source of lighting for me to distinguish who's there are the occasional flashes of thunder that leaves a brief moment of visualizations. There's also a few fire sources here and there, but they aren't enough to deal with these Las Plagas victims coming at me.

11-30-09

I did have a lucid dream last night...and i did do a summersault in the air. So I got the Task done...on the last day of course, so it's almost lik eit doesn't count. But I guess it's better than doing it tonight.

Dream:

I was jumping on a trampoline. I was suddenly partially lucid. The dream faded. But like before I was able to force the scene around me so I was back on the trampoline. As I jumped I noticed tootsie rolls on the trampoline bouncing around. I thought. "Yes, this is a dream I can eat candy!" So I started eating the tootsie rolls. (This obviously wasn't my best LD or I would have realized that I didn't have to be satisfied with toosie rolls, and I could have created chocolate truffles or something that I enjoy more. But surprisingly the tootsie rolls tasted pretty good to me.)

So I ate and jumped and then I started doing flips. At that moment I remembered that the Task of the Month was to do flips oin the air. So I continued for a while, flipping and trying to stay in the air for longer than normal.. I have always liked doing dream flips so I felt that this was using my LD wisely.

But after while I suddenly wanted to do something really different. I don't really remember how it happened--if I created it or it just appeared. But suddenly I was in the Death Star. I was looking down at a very large meeting. I could see Darth Vader sitting in the middle of this huge group of people all sitting around him in this stadium like setting.

I decided that I wanted to have some fun. I was feeling very brave and in control. So I flew down to Darth Vader and kicked him in the chest and then quickly flew back up and out of the stadium.

It was so uneventful that I purposely waited for someone to start chasing me. Finally I was aware that one of the head guys was coming after me, and I felt a little thrill of excitement.

And then I woke up.

11-25-09

I had a lucid dream last night. I decided I wanted to have one and --blam--I had one.

I was awakened and did a WBTB.

Dream:

I was looking around in what was supposed to be a (my?) kitchen. I suddenly saw this large brown bird on top of the fridge. At first I thought it was dead, but then I realized that it was making these sad peeping noises.. It was stuck in some ice that had formed on top of the fridge. I went over to it and did something to loosen the ice and free the bird.

At that point I noticed that it was an owl. It flew over to where my mom was standing. It was having a little trouble flying. It still had some ice on his lower feathers.

We were on this porch area. I noticed other birds in the area. As I looked closer I saw that they were mostly owls. I had never seen so many owls in one place before. I was fascinated. Harry Potter crossed my mind and I wondered if this was significant to have the owls all out in the daytime like this.

But then I did what I always do in a situation like this. I grabbed my camera. I started taking pictures of all the amazing different kinds of owls. I was able to get some great close ups. I was feeling so great about this.

And then I went and tried looking back at what I had taken. Not a single picture had taken. My camera wasn't working properly. I was suddenly very very upset.

But then this little thought came into my mind. What if this was a dream? I didn't want the owls to be a dream. I thought this was too cool. But as I thought about it more, I was becoming more and more convinced that the owls couldn't be real.

Things faded a bit at this point. I then remember forcing myself into the dream. I didn't have a body at this point, but I made myself feel like I was flying. I imagined what it would be like to fly with my nonexistent arms out in front of me.

That worked. I soon could start seeing my arms appear and my body solidify. and I knew that I was safely in the dream. I was inside a house, so I kind of hopped and flew over to a door and then flew out.

AS I flew I remembered how much fun it was in a previously LD to find a dream character and fly with them. I looked around for someone who looked like the "right one".

I flew over a lot of kids or very average looking (boring?) people. The I saw a guy with reddish brown hair sitting on a park bench that reminded me of a guy that lives in my neighborhood in real life. I decided that he would be interesting to fly with. So I flew over to him and took him by his arm and said, "Come fly with me".

As soon as I did that I was disappointed in myself. Where was the fun in that? I needed to build up to that point. Start a conversation and ask him things like, "Do you believe in magic?" or something to that effect. Maybe get into an argument about the possiblilities of flying. And then--blam--surprise him.

But no I just took him by the arms and flew. He had no reaction whatsoever. At one point he started slipping from my grip and I told him to put his arm around my neck.

The dream continued with us just flying around. But I remember nothing really interesting.

Oh well.

But I did get to fly.

And I did get to practice my lucidity skills.

I'll get it better next time.

11-4-09

Dream 2 (mini lucid):

I was going down into this world of bug people. I had to pretend that I was one of them. Everyone looked human but lacked emotion. I did okay for a while, then I found out that I was caught on camera smiling. There was a big chase. I briefly became lucid and started to fly. I had some trouble getting high or fast, but it kept me out of the immediate reach of the bug people. I was never lucid enough to change the dream. I just knew that I had the power of flight because it was a dream.

10-23-09

Two LDs last night.

In one I was outdoors by a big pool. After I became lucid I decided I wanted to go down the really tall slide and into the water. I ran up the tall ladder and went down. It wasn't as slippery as I wished. I was a little disappointed. But the water felt nice.

Second dream:

Typical lucid binge. Vanilla creme cake with these little chocolate pieces. After I ate the one on the table I created another huge one and totally pigged out.

10-17-09

Yesterday I had a lucid dream after a WBTB. I just wanted to fly and fly. And now I really don't remember the details. But I do know that that's what I wanted to do, so I can't complain.

Oh yeah, I did have a little problem with powerlines at one point. I remember being afraid of getting shocked.

10-14-09

Brief LD yesterday.

Didn't do much except look around and observe. RC was floating.

10-05-09

I had two LDs this morning doing WBTB. Mostly flying. Also dream control changing the color of clothing. I'm still good.

9-21-09

Oh, and I did have a mini lucid dream last night. I mustn't forget to mention that.

I was walking up onto college campus that was supposed to be my college. I saw people walking toward the large parking lot holding instruments. I thought, "Wow, I remember I used to do that. That's where we would practice our field shows."

And then as I looked the people seemed out of date. I could see that a lot of them had 80's hair styles and clothes. I started taking a really good look at each of the people that passed me. I started to realize that this wasn't real... that it was just a dream. I was amazed that I was able to see so much detail on each person. And for the remainder of the dream I just people-watched.....thinking how cool that it was that my brain was able to create things so perfectly.

Dreams:

I was at what was supposed to be my aunts house. I looked ouside and saw the weirdest clouds. I went out on the deck to get a better look. The sky was swirling with clouds, like in some movie. I grabbed my camera and filmed a bit. Then I noticed cars of the road. (Now it looked more like I was at my grandparent's house). The wind had picked up the front of a truck as it rounded the corner below. It drove for a few second on just two tires. I pulled out my camera again. The next gust of wind picked up the next car completely. It carried it a few yards backwards, then set it back down. I was thrilled that I was getting this all on camera. I had never seen anything like this before. I could put this on Youtube. I filmed the next few vehicles also moved around by the wind.


Dream 2:

I was in a house. Someone had cooked a whole lot of bacon. It was in this huge pile.

The next thing I remember is that I found out that someone had set a T-Rex loose in the house. I then noticed that someone had laid out the bacon in a row throughout the entire house. I knew we were doomed because the T-Rex would follow the bacon trail and find everyone in the house and eat them along with the bacon. I was also a pissed off that the bacon was all on the floor and wasted.

Dream - Lucid

I was walking around with a life-like baby doll in my arms, but I was acting like it was a real baby. There were many other people around in the area I was in, which, I honestly have no idea where that was. I think it was in a big mall or department store or something. I remember having to change the baby doll's diaper, and being confused as to how to do so. I stood there with this baby doll who had a dirty diaper on, trying to think of who to ask about changing it.

I then realized that this was a baby doll, and that I was just practicing for when I had my real baby, which I was pregnant with. It was Jake's baby. I looked down and rubbed my belly. I was showing a bit, and, underneath my hand, I could feel the new little life moving. I felt the outline of her body. I got really excited about being pregnant! I exclaimed to someone that I could feel the baby. I then looked at myself in a mirror, and saw my baby bump. I felt really giddy!

My joy then immediately turned to worry; I started to fear losing the baby. I was afraid that any little thing that made me panic or get angry or something would cause me to miscarry.

I then started to tell people that I was pregnant and that I was excited for my little girl to come into the world. No one responded. I remember even telling a girl I'm acquainted with IWL, Maegan, but she just stared at me like everyone else. I also remember calculating my due date, which came out to be sometime in March, but that didn't seem right for some reason, as if it was supposed to be later than that.

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I was at my house. It was Thanksgiving, and family kept coming over. I was standing in the living room when my ex, Chris, and his girlfriend came through the door. They sat down on the red chair that's in the corner of the room.

Um...what? Who invited them? I thought maybe my mom did. I know I sure didn't, but no one said anything.

I was then upstairs with my brother. We were in the bonus room, when Chris brought us a tray with a small silver bowl of what looked like chicken broth up to us. He said it was soup, and set it down. It only looked like broth to me, not soup; I was skeptical. My brother started to eat it. I then heard Chris from downstairs telling his girlfriend he had saved all the chicken and rice for them.

Uh, no, this isn't cool. I stormed downstairs and into the living room. There were other relatives in there sitting on the couch I believe, but I didn't care. I was kicking Chris and co. out. I stood firmly in front of the couple, who were both sitting in the same small chair, and said, sternly and forcefully,
"Get out of my house. What are you even doing here anyway? And was that our soup?"
He said no, it was their soup. I then said
"Well, that doesn't matter. You're in my house. And I'm kicking you out. Go!"
They stood up and left. Thank God. But I still couldn't figure out why they would want to spend Thanksgiving at my house. That had to be awkward for them, too.

I was then working, but it didn't look anything like work, though I was doing the same thing. I was working behind a very long cash register counter, about the length of the room we were in, with some other people. A middle-aged lady with very short blonde hair came up to me and this other girl with lots of jewelry and a check. I can't remember what she was trying to do, it was something complicated, and she was trying to explain to us what it was, but the girl I was with took her small, flimsy light brown wallet from the counter and opened it, saying her ID wasn't in there and we needed her ID for what she wanted to do. I took over and started to calmly ask some questions to see if we could sort everything out. The people next to me behind the counter then took over and started to ring her up on their register. Well, I guess that takes care of that.

I was then in the same building, but I was leaving work now. Chris was there for a little bit, and I told him why I got so mad.
"I heard you talking about the soup," I said.
He said "Ohhh..." as if it made sense now as to why I was so mad, you know, besides the fact that he brought his girlfriend into MY house on Thanksgiving.

Ahem. Anyway.

Chris was then gone, and I was standing with a short, stout middle-aged woman who was supposed to be Chris's girlfriend's mother. I felt really awkward when she started to talk to me like we were friends. I talked back to her, and was polite and nice, but I didn't exactly know what to say besides making small talk.

We were then waiting on an elevator. A small screen popped up in front of us of a cartoony, poorly-drawn picture of his girlfriend, with "Ji's" written above it in bubbly, black block letters. It was supposed to be Chris's Facebook profile picture, and "Ji's" was a business or something. The mom stared at it longingly. I felt even more awkward.

The elevator then opened, and we stepped inside. She started to tell me about how she was moving to Knoxville. I told her she better make sure she had all of her stuff together, and she said she knew, and just kept talking about it, and that she had to move around a lot. I thought that maybe she was in the military or something. She was talking to me as if I was any other person. I felt a little better about it then.

She then commented on the fact that the elevator wasn't moving, as if someone had hit the emergency stop button right before our floor. The door then opened to an outside area. The area was lit, but looking up at the sky, you could see many stars; it was nighttime.

I also remember seeing a flash of a white screen with black writing that quickly streamed by on it at some point. I remember it said something about love, "Love is not ____." (can't remember that last word) was one of the sentences in the stream of writing that whisked by my vision, or something like that. Whatever it was, it was saying something about what love wasn't.

took: 1/2 dose of galantamine + choline, @ about 4:45 got back to sleep around 4:50
lucid dreaming: 0 lucid experiences, intense dreams
note: strange that zeo didn't register even getting up at 4:45AM, I really make taking the galantamine a fast action to get back to sleep as soon as possible, if you wait to long it starts taking effect and it becomes much harder to fall asleep. I also had a really late period of deep sleep which is a bad sign for lucid dreaming and an indicator of sleep problems. Something is not accounted for as my average ZQ is 90 indicating decent sleep over the week. Tonight will be another 1/2 dose of galantamine to get some better data on half dose.

Did some reading and need to remember to be confident with intention when flying or doing the rainbow check. Also try putting my finger through my other hand.

Last night dreamt I was in a place where in one place it was one timezone but just down the road it was a moderate amount of time (1 hr?) ahead or behind. I tried to call this out to others but they didn't find it as interesting as me. I should have known or asked if I was dreaming and done an RC right away!!

Don't get lazy.

RC, then see if I can recall how I came to get there and what has just happened.

I am in control of the dream. Be COMPLETELY aware that I am lucid. Stabilise. Be aware. Stabilise. Be aware.

I first appeared in a casino. I'm walking around the casino game rooms looking for my family. There were several people around the halls and rooms. I don't remember hearing any noises. I walked around the casino searching for any of my family members. I only found one. It was my older sister, looking for the rest of the family too. We both decided to split up and look for them together. She walked towards the direction behind me and I walked towards the direction behind her. I continued walking until I came to a big, noisy hall filled with people. Most of which were laying on the floor or sitting on it. I didn't know what was going on. I met some people and shook some of their hands, I even made a couple of friends. But after this, something totally strange happened. The scenario changed and I was now in the backyard of the home I lived in. There was some kind of a party going on, with some people I have never heard of before. Most of these people were teenagers around 15 years of age. There were also a group of little girls hanging around the front porch of the home.

I walked around the home to see if I could find anything of interest. I found a group of teenagers, so I decided to hang around with them. There was this kid I told something to. As we were walking to the front yard of the home, I had told him how boring my real life was. I also mentioned how much better a dream world was. I tried my best to not wake up. Still, I wasn't sure if I was lucid. We stopped right in front of the home porch and found the group of little girls. One went running up to me and hugged me. I was hoping she wouldn't bite me. I felt as if I saw this little girl on television before. I heard a noise behind me coming from the garage. It was my father closing the front garage door. There was something I needed in there or just a place I wanted to hang around in.

Me and the group of teenagers walked towards the front yard and I noticed the time of day was bright. I was still able to see things and people clearly. I was first hopping around the front yards to see if there was anything in other yards of other homes. I was using matrix wall abilities to run on the sideways of walls. As I was jumping and running, I did find a home which looked interesting. There was a dalmation dog in a backyard. It was just looking at me. I stared around the area it was in and felt it would be a bad idea to go there. Perhaps there was something else lurking within.

Me and the teenagers were in the front yard for a few minutes longer. At one point, I yelled out saying, "Who's dream is this?" I kept on yelling it until I got an answers. I had no clue it was my own dream. I stared at the street in front of me and saw two cop cars pass by observing our actions. The front gate was opened. I walked in front of the gate and stared at the narrow street. I found two girls walked down towards our location. I did not know who one of them was but the other one, I remember. I remember her from piano class my senior year of high school. Her name was Valerie. I walked slowly towards the street and rushed up to Valerie and confronted her. I grabbed each of her shoulders with both my hands and asked her, "Is this your dream?" I shook her. I kept on shaking her until I received an answer. She was trying to escape. I carried her by force over to the home I was in but I was struggling. A few dogs were after me. A pit bull was one of them. Once the pit bull got a little close to me, I grabbed its upper and lower mouth and stretched them apart from each other and broke the mouth. I continued carrying Valerie over to the house. The pit bull was still alive. I hurried over to the house as fast as I could and when I finally stepped in to the property, I closed the front gate. I left one of the teenagers outside the property though. As I was locking the gate, the pit bull was attacking the teenage boy. I watched the scared teenage boy as he struggled to get himself loose of the dog.

I carried a bucket over to the front door of the house. The bucket was supposed to be Valerie. I carried the bucket all the way in to the room I lived in. The house was dark, so I had to be cautious. I brought the bucket in to my room and closed the door behind me. I turned on the lamp next to my bed and struggled to turn on the fan lamp. I couldn't turn it on. I quickly walked over to the box(now it was a box), but noticed the area around me was still completely dark. I ignored it and as soon as I got in front of the box, I always had a thought that Micheal Myers was behind me. I ignored those thought and slowly opened the box. Before I got it opened, I woke up to a phone call ringing in the living room.