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Soo - I gave it a stab and made around 20 intense RRCs in the daytime - and - tadaa!!
Every single time I go to the toilet for example and other triggers - found to my embarrassment, that I have loads of toilets in my dreams.
And I believe it worked almost specifically - with locking a door and myself in somewhere - that brought it over this time.
I had never done more than 8 of the things before - shame on me.

I was having a crazy dream - somebody was after me - a woman - and she wanted to infect me with a disease she had.
Forgot, why she was so angry.
And when I managed to lock myself into a room - I remembered to RC/felt somehow it was a dream.
Nose plug - like also done every time with the day RCs - worked perfectly.
But what came to my mind this time wasn't darts or TOTMs - but dutchraptors 5 lucid criteria.
I knew that I was dreaming - I remembered these criteria - and decided to break through a closed window.
First I touched the glass - and then I just pushed my lower arms through.
What happened when I broke through was, that this window behaved, as if it had been a thin plastic foil with some metal-foil mimicking a mirror then.
So then I was outside and hovering like 2 m over the ground - and wanted to make sure, I know there are no consequences to what I do.
There was a group of people standing about - and I took a long stick from a tree - and poked them.
I know..
At least I didn't care, what they thought of me. They looked a bit afraid, asked what that was all about - but didn't leave.
Well yeah - and I was on the one hand able to contemplate, that it constituted a failure not to do more - on the other hand - I couldn't bring myself to seriously hurt or kill somebody.
With that I lost lucidity.

But a bit later in the dream - again hiding from somebody in an enclosed space - once more lucid.
Again - nose plug - worked a treat.
Once I was out there and had roamed about a bit, though - a DC came along and told me I have to do this and that to solve a real-life problem - pretty convincingly - and I lost lucidity and went about doing what that person had said.

When I woke up - I found out, this dream had started only 2 hours and a bit after me falling asleep.
I put out the alarms then - but got to put them on earlier next night, I guess.

1. "..." I'm lucid near some house, I go in. I saw door, I opened them and wrote Postscript99. I closed them, open again and go in. I'm in some hall, there was many DC. I ask them, where is Postscript (PS), but they don't want to answer, so I screamed Postscript! Then someone entered through the door, he look like my friend, but I think he was PS, so I follow him. We walked through the corridors and talking. I asked him "What's your name?", but it's hard to hear answer, I think he's name started with the letter "P". Then we sit, next to us were two girls, they kissed, then PS kissed one girl, then I kissed one girl and then I kissed with PS . After this, every DC "die" (lie down without moving) and PS dissapeared. Then someone said me, that they needs replacement parts. I had FA, I had some notifications on my phone form DV, I think PS confirmed SD, but there was only bullshit.

Other dreams, only keywords:
2. Someone poisoned my friend, I was looking for the person who did it, drive car, fighting.

3. Walked with priest and grandmpa through forest, disco, girl with blonde dreadlocks.

4. School.

Well I had them...then...nothing.

Maybe I'll remember later.

Morning of January 29, 2014. Wednesday.



It seems we are living in one of our old apartments, on Duffy Street in Bundaberg, but it is much bigger. There is one part where it seems that there are several doors on the way to our carport area. Someone had left some doors open and I am somewhat annoyed. The neighbor’s truck seems to be in our carport. It is supposedly cool in my dream, and I am somewhat concerned with wintry winds entering our place even though it is very hot here in real life.

Later, I have a portable nuclear missile launcher near the kitchen area. I do not know how this came about. Apparently I had placed it in a baby stroller and carted it home. Perhaps I thought it was an old air conditioner (or heater?) a business had set out in the alley for cleanup removal. It looks like a large square commercial humidifier yet is somehow armed with at least two missiles (or perhaps even four). I do not consider how absurd it would be for a nuclear missile to somehow fit inside a humidifier. I find myself with ideas on launching an attack on the other side of the world from the convenience of my home, perhaps three or four different main locations, if possible, to eliminate the most people.

I am not even sure why this decision has been reached, but it is partly because of bringing down the population, I think, for the benefit of all, but especially for the benefit of my descendents and certain “unspoiled” regions. It is not very logical, as such weapons destroy natural resources as well.

I set up the launch with some sort of small control pad that is separate and attached to the larger machine with a few wires. I watch something on a television screen, but am not sure if it is directly related to the missile launcher, but it is supposedly a targeted area, seemingly a Comic-Con event with William Shatner as the main speaker. There may be something about him running for office as well or at least something related to politics. (This is perhaps from posts relating to William Shatner in my Facebook news feed over the last few days in real life.)

Eventually I realize that it would probably not be a good idea to launch the missiles and kill millions of people.

However, this is only because I do not want holes in our ceiling and roof of our apartment (as my perspective grows in lucidity though I am not fully lucid), which might be pricey to repair as well as possibly cause water damage in our place if it rains, so I begin to shut down the launch sequence after making a mental note of it. At this point, it is very vivid (but not in full acknowledgment I am in a dream - otherwise I would likely have launched them just to see what would happen) and I puzzle somewhat over the idea of how missiles would otherwise go up and through the ceiling without incident. It does seem that they could at first, but there is a strange ambiguity in trying to work out the nature of the setting.

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Morning of January 29, 2014. Wednesday. [Dual narrative format utilized Saturday, 29 July 2017.]



[Through the haze of sleep, random thoughts of the 1959 Japanese movie “The Manster” activate for no particular reason.]

My dream has a fictional backstory in which I am a military convict though I am not me but with a different role and a different past. I seem to be with a group of fellow escapees.

[Does a dream of “being someone else” really have any meaning? Or maybe it is moot, as the dream self is, by its very nature, not the conscious self. Does an actor only choose roles which are true to their nature and are exactly like them? No.]

I eventually decide to go off on my own after the rest of them choose to hide in a building that is not very easy to hide in in my opinion. They plan to stay for a week or two. They may stay within rooms that are accessed via other rooms that are somewhat difficult to go through. However, the authorities are already nearby in the same area, not even a full block away. This makes me wary of their choice to stay here.

[Dream characters are fickle. What is there even to hide from in a dream? The preconscious is sometimes a nuisance of course, especially in the last dream of a sleeping period, but then, waking is a biological necessity. No one should fear neural patterns that activate throughout the sleep cycle. No one should run from The Waker.]

The other prisoners think that I am wrong in leaving the building, because I would be more in the open, but it really does not seem problematic to me as such. I run near an area with mostly tall grass and railroad tracks as well as within residential areas. I only see two police cars and a few military vehicles going the opposite direction that I am. I mainly seem to be going north and northeast.

[I have freedom within my dream, as well as infinite potential. I am of my own mind. How could I not be free?]

There is the cliché of taking a role onstage, pretending to be a part of the play while I am being looked for, and in this case I am not discovered. The other actors do not seem to care about my intrusion.

[A reinduction factor activates as I think of my unconscious mind as being “underground” or “below”. It is there I can be “lower” in my dream state and “farther” from The Waker aka the preconscious.]

My situation partly resets and repeats as I end up going into an underground area, but which turns out to be some sort of clothing store where I end up in a fashion show preparation, pretending to be one of the male models. In fact, an unknown female seems to think I am the main model to be in the show. Even so, most of the other models do not even show up.

[This is interesting but one cannot hide from the dynamics of their conscious self forever, especially after enough physical vitality is reattained. Regardless of how opportunistic real life may be, the fictional dream self can be very stubborn in avoiding its natural fate of cessation.]

I choose to go into an unlocked house from an alley. This unfamiliar house is semi-dark inside. Suddenly, a younger version of my wife Zsuzsanna appears. I soon appear to be on a large bed (the head of it to the north) trying to work out what direction to go from here. Still, something seems different about the nature of who I am.

[Many threads of my conscious self have activated. I am no longer in my dream self’s original role. I start to remember my years of happiness with Zsuzsanna. The preconscious must be lurking nearby. The bed is present and reminding me I must have been sleeping all this time.]

I have strange sensations in my body, oriented somewhat to my left side. It is not like any form of physical hypnopompia that I can remember experiencing before. I hold onto Zsuzsanna and we start indulging in passion.

[Where is the preconscious? It is a mystery - or maybe he or she is gone since I have accepted that my real physical body is in bed asleep.]

A military convict, one of the men from the first part of my dream, emerges from my body from my left side. It is like the climatic scene from “The Manster”. We are now two people. The other male looks at me in a very puzzled manner. Zsuzsanna seemingly makes sounds like a panther, growling and hissing, though it is more as if these are sounds from elsewhere, perhaps from a real panther that remains unseen. Still, the other male has had enough and runs off. He does not need to wake me as I am already waking. I have a pleasurable feeling.

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Journal Entry Lucid #4 Dream, Lucid Dream , non-dream (Comments)
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Dream fragment 1 from 4:30am-5:372am"": I was walking with this girl down a street. She was saying something about going to the other side faster. Then we hopped on top of a bus station. She got bored of waiting and saw a train coming she jumped and I followed. We realized that it was transporting prisoners and I jumped out knowing that polices don't play. She stayed but their was someone else with her now. The guy that was on it ended up being on a Documentary that I was watching. He was crying about his stupidity. The music started and the screen started to fade as if it was ending. It then popped back up, and they are playing basket ball. I thought to myself let me see if I can participate with them and I reached out for the ball.

As soon as I did that I became fully lucid. I started moving the basket ball back and forth creating pysical motion and thus the dream didn't end. I realized that I wanted to do something so I let go of ball. The dream started fading again so I started rubbing my hands together. The dream was constantly trying to disintegrate. I kept trying to maintain it. It went pitch black I thought to myself think about the sensation of your hands moving together. I came back into the dream. The dream was highly detailed. I can see the tiles. I tried touching the tiles and I saw this little baby face on one of the tiles. Their was four in one tile. I thought that is strange but I didn't care because I was lucid . I grabbed the basketball from the DC and they were asking me to give it back to them. I screamed at the dream, "THIS IS A DREAM AND i COULD DO WHAT EVER I WANT." I felt my voice come all around me, it felt good and refreshing. I had a thought of insecurity slip that said their is people around you. I responded I don't care this is a dream. I gave the basketball back to DC and they acted like nothing has happened. I thought what could I do. I was still dependent on my hand rubbing together and the dream has not stabilized. I wanted to fly but knew that it would wake me up. I wanted to do something big but I couldn't with out my hands. I thought what is the best way to minimize effort, without losing track of hand rubbing motion. I remember that I can conjure up things just by turning away and turning back. I also remembered when I had a training exercise for LDing in a partial LD that doors can be portals. I turned around and created a doors. These doors I envisioned would take me to places, somewhere exciting. Their was multiple doors next to each other. I went to one of them and it read, "STEWI" I laughed at it, and went in. I was inside of a library. I was amazed by something and I woke up.

Journal Entry non-lucid #20 Dream, non-dream (Comments)
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Dream fragment 1 from 9:10pm-2:40am"": I was working on a math problem with TO and other people. We discussed this math problem together and I was wrong. I kept working on the math problem trying to get it right.

Dream fragment 2 from 9:10pm-2:40am"": I was passing by a race. I saw this buff man throw a car like it was nothing, a monster truck. He did some cool moves. I asked him what muscle he exercise he told me thumbs.

Dream fragment 3 from 9:10pm-2:40am"": I was trying to do a prank, but didn't. I was spectating some girls life. The towns people or her friends wanted her to stop seeing her boyfriend, she kept refusing. This man came to her and started waving a credit card at her to ditch her boyfriend. When all else failed they threatened to kill her boyfriend. She wouldn't listen. She started running to her boyfriend. She saw him through the window and he had this thing connected to his waist. It exploded, she fell with laughter. It looked like he farted when it exploded and it didn't kill him. It just look like he took a massive dump. Every body laughed but me.

Also dark vadar was wearing an Irish skirt with the instrument playing the star wars theme song.

Okay don't call me crazy when you read this.

I can dream predict the future. I'm serious. One night i fell asleep i imagined that something terrible will happen to one of my bff's. So i thought oh that's never going to happen when poof. Two weeks later the exact same thing that happened in my dream happens to my bff. She got hit with a SUV. I cried all morning at school. Then acouple days later i have a dream that she is all better. Then i call her and she said that she is coming back to school next year. I freaked out. If you think that i am crazy or pshycic please comment.

01/27/14 DILD I was having a pretty normal semi-lucid about parties and friends, I had not really paid much attention. I left a party on one side of town and then was walking near my home. I decided to grasp lucidity because the change in scene was rapid enough to actually pull my attention fully into the dream. I knew it was a dream, but had not done anything about it. I took a second and changed to full lucidity. Why? was I wanting something? Oh yeah, singing. There was a thread about music in a dream. Take a minute and try it out, you have had lot's of sleep. wait. Where am I sleeping? Not at home. Hmmm, complete blank. Oh well. I took off flying, but in a new way. I threw my arms back and swan dived into the sky. It was very cool. I was moving up like flight, but was blasted by air and my arms and legs were blown back. It felt like I was leading with my thrust forward chest.
Ok, now try singing! What to sing? ummm, ok, just my go to mantra. "Thank you for this dream, my lord, thak you for this dream." OMG! My voice sucks! Wait, just picture that it is better. I try again; no, my voice still sucks! Darn it.

Okay please help me i have had this dream twice one when i was five and two days ago
I have a dream that a four story building is a obstacle course and only one can survive so me and my friends go in without knowing and are forced to join so we play and get past the fourth flour easily because we go down instead of up. Then the third floor has clowns and we get past that with a little thinking. On the second floor there were cannibals and we got a question wrong and almost got eaten but we got away because a boy saved us but got eaten by the cannibal. On the first floor there was a t-Rex and almost ate my friends when i fell down a hole in the floor. That was when i saw the exit. I left and the owner of the building tried to run me over with his car. I jumped on it but survived. I got one wish and i wished that my friends were still alive and with me. He granted my wish then laughed and said "see you in the next seven years".

Date: 21 Jan

Entry 2/2

I thoroughly review in head the previous dreams and get more insomnia

Vaguely recall these two as I fell asleep afterwards.

DILD: I am in this yard like it was in the past, much wider, etc. Know I am dreaming and think of music. It think there was happiness, confidence and possibly thoughts about something before this part.

I start to sing or expect to hear a song. My subcon picks up a dream remix of "heal the world" by M. Jackson. I concentrate on making it sound like sung by a choir and hear the music loudly coming from everywhere and into me. Notice a few instruments too, really nice. I keep singing with the music but at some point I don't know the lyrics so that makes it hard for the music to continue. In addition, the more I become one with the music coming all around me, the more I lose sight of the yard and the dream and become blind. The dream soon fades.

I may have a micro awakening or so, no review, continue sleepying.

DILD:Don't remember the beginning of the dream. I am in this room, talking to bf and open and close a few doors, where I think about not locking them as it is a dream.

Bf is going somewhere but before I can say anything else, he vanishes. There's a stick that I decide to leave outside, should I need it for defense? I also notice a strange gurgling sound coming from a pipe, find it interesting. I go back to the same room, there were lots of bed there before but now it's a single connected bed the size of four beds is covering most of the room.

I remember I wanted to play with my ipad, so I try to summon it by drawing its shape with my fingers. It's funny because I do this instinctively rather than consciously. While there's a rectangular shape in progress, it isn't working to produce an ipad and on the bed just below my hands is my ipad so I grab it and try to stretch the frame. It happens, just as if I was dragging the image of a frame on a PC. I expand the screen to a TV size, then have to apply a bit more stretching as it does not stay in the desired shape for long. It gets small again. I think about trying to control the image.

Then something happens outside and now there are two scary zombi-like DCs and they are about to enter the place. I try to close the door although know they will get in anyways. I decide to face them and affect them. Actually, I feel quite confident and no matter how ugly they are (especially one with something coming out of his mouth), I just feel positivity and so spread it to them. They become quite happy and we just hang in there like drunk buddies. I stare in the eyes of one of them, he feels like a phantom rather than real person and is not looking at me with any purpose/driving force. The dream soon fades.

I black out before being able to journal and have a few other dream fragments.

Date: 21 Jan

Entry 1/2

Pre bed: 3mel

Wbtb: 1/3 latte, had trouble falling asleep (external factors)

At some point, I begin to feel energetic as has been occasionally the case, but interrupt the process by visiting the restroom. Finding a comfortable position is not easy.

WILD: Finally, I turn to my lhs and remain still for some time. Then find myself staring at this DC woman with green blouse, it feels like I'm in.

I make cautious movements, trying to get up from the same position I was sleeping, initially just move my head. A slight scene change, I am now in my old room. I begin rocking sideways, the way I did at the beginning of another ld. This makes me feel more comfortable/fit in my dream body. Then I fully get up. The dream feels slightly unstable and I head for the window, where I tear down the curtains and look outside.

It is dark as hell, no light in the apartment and not a single light in the entire town. I remember to look at the sky - it's mostly clear, a slight mist and no stars at all. I look to my right and feel a bit creeped out. It is dark there. My worry is that I might summon something by habit. I recall I wanted to and shortly do breathing exercises. The effect is very powerful, I feel lots of saturated energy coming in and as part of me.

I decide to get in and turn around, it is a bit brighter in the room. I head towards the switch and turn it on. No light. Then I concentrate on the bulb and try to make light radiate from it, there's some effect but the room does not get brighter. I imagine another lamp and try to do the same with similar results.

Maybe I can use some candles, so I summon three small blue candles and work hard to light them. I've always thought that lighting a candle should be easy in a dream, but it turns out not. I just can't imagine the fire I guess. The wicks get bigger and fluffier and the candles change to larger ones and I make some fire-like sparks with my hands, rubbing the wick, hoping it will catch fire and use the other candles to spread it. They appear to have a ghostlike fire now, but don't emit much light as I place them around. I am annoyed with my abilities, but feel that I just need to do some fire gazing irl to improve them.

I retreat to the bed and examine the furniture. There's lots of stuff around and it looks as if I am back in this room. I wonder about how accurate the proportions are. It's exactly the same size. Most of the objects belong to the particular time frame when I lived there, but there is the blanket from our current home. Then a sofa from our old place appears for my amusement. I think about doing more breathing exercises (maybe just a few breaths?, not much done or effect) and contemplate on my life while living there. In the meantime, it is a much brighter day outside, when did that happen? Cool!

At some point I notice that I am holding a melting candle in my hand and decide to extinguish it and put it aside, but somehow feel that this symbolic act means the end of the dream. Indeed, just a bit later, the dream starts to thin out.

I think I did touch on my body very briefly, but it might have been a in-dream chain.

DEILD/DILD: I eagerly wait for the next scene, wondering if it will be in the same place. I see (kind of like in third person) myself walking in bathrobe in this place. I'm in properly now and have the ability to look around and choose where I want to go. It's inside a building and I look at this open door which reveals a softly lit bedroom apartment. I briefly consider it, but prefer to go outside, so head towards the door. It seems that it is still winter, piles of semi-thawed snow and I am not properly dressed, but for once boldly go outside. I try to phase through the glass door, but it's solid so I just open it. As I pass through the back entrance of the building and yard I see that part of the yard is sunlit and feel happy about that. Maybe I will finally have the opportunity to look for a palace looking building once I get to the street. I also think about possibly being invisible, but not sure how to apply at this point.

There are different levels of the side of the building, so I have to maneuver by climbing near a balcony to manage reaching the front of the building. I see a weirdly shaped gray cat there and wonder if it is a real cat and can see me (cats are supposed to see things like people possibly obeing), but it doesn't react like it would if that were the case. It's controlled by my thoughts and comes closer. There's something not very catlike in it, like another sort of animal I can't identify. I don't want to get too involved (and have it stuck to me like a blanket) so ignore it and think about finding the palace. There are only normal buildings around and I think I need to get in the middle of the street where I would get a clearer (trees here) view of the buildings and hopefully think of or see something appropriate.

In the middle of the street and my mood is great, sun is shining brighter too. I do some sort of bounce where I float and remain mid air and then gently float up. Very pleasant feel. I come near this tree with very small bipinnate leaves (possibly closest to honey locust tree, but with thicker leaves), it looks very beautiful. I'm starting to lose height so wonder if I should use the nearby thin end of the branch to hold on to, but with the delicate tree leaves this is not going to be very nice for the tree. I prefer not to do any mess on the tree even if a dream tree.

[mood change]

In the meantime, I see two female DCs that I identify as bitches down on the street. My attention is directed at them, I want to and then do something to one of them. I briefly wonder why the hell do I have these desires with those bitches, one of them looks a bit like Rachel Weiss. Luckily, even after what I have done, I manage to control my impulse and don't get a sexy feeling. I think about my tasks again. I am now in what reminds me of my school but the building is kind of shifty/unstable. I think that maybe I should summon my dad and he will drop me off the palace. The dream fades.

Having worked at Disneyland for 11 years, and having access to literally every nook and cranny of the place allowed me explore as much as I wanted, and I did! So, it's no wonder I have many recurring dreams where I am able to gently lift myself off the ground and fly all over Disneyland! It's generally a very passive experience, but once in a while I interact with others! A little more info about me...male, 52, Caucasian, 6'2", and a practitioner of both lucid dreaming and prostate stimulation! I will go so far as to say I believe I'm circling around a plane of reality where my level of relaxation and dreams and prostate energies are attempting to merge...into what I'm not sure, but I can feel something else is out there and I am looking for suggestions on what I might be experiencing and what I might look forward to in the future!

this dream was broken up into two fragments.
1) I was driving down the street I saw natalie standing on the sidewalk. I got really excited and yelled "hey natt!" i saw her smile and she said "hey matt!" in that giddy way she used to do. Unfortunatley i did not got to visit long cuz though i wanted to stop the car kept in motion. When i arrived home i told my dad i would try and quit smoking ciggarettes for good. (i don't even smoke in real life) he was proud of me nonetheless

2) now for the realy fucked up part of my dream. So my cats tucker and pheobe both walked out the slighly ajar front door. nothting unusual about that until moments later a horde of Tuckers and Pheobes came running into the house. (tucker is a boy, big ole white and orange tabby, and pheobe a girl, innocent, petitie, mostly white with some patches of other colors on her coat, most remarkably she has one green eye and one blue eye)
I was really freaked out and immediatley tried to figure out which cat was the original tucker and pheobe. I began looking at each pheobe, some were white with her patches but had green eyes, others had the eyes correct but were all white. I was really scared and wanted the vagrant animals out of my house.

I got really scared when the tuckers began attacking the pheobes. i particularly recall the ghastly image of a tucker bitting into the kneck of a pheobe and watching the pheobe go limp. frantically i kept searching through the cats runing through my living room until finally i came across what i believed was the real pheobe. her eyes were normal and fur coat looked okay. i picked her up and thats when the dream ended.
(note, also remember seeing Rickey in this dream)

whats weird is the next day my mom called me and told me pheoebe has to get surgery along with tucker. WTF!!

I met a chick in a shop, who looked exactly like someone i know, but she was older. I was talking to her, she had her 5yr daughter with her. And they both had the same name- My name. I went home. Which seemed to be a large Queenslander, and the two small rooms beside it. I was under the house with a cat, I wasn't meant to be there. And then I was on the veranda, talking normally. But I kept being told to be quiet as a baby was asleep. So I yelled that my voice is louder than others, and left. I walked to my room. I shared it with another female. Some guy rocked up in a white ute and knocked on my door. He asked me where is girlfriend was.I didn't know. So he kept demanding, and telling me I did know. The whole time he was arguing with me, I was staring right into his eyes, they were a beautiful rich greeny/aqua color. I tried shutting the door on him, but he was too strong, so he was in my room. We heard screaming coming from the other room, and went to look. The guy in the other room and a mate, were killing green eyes' girlfriend. Bashing her head in with a rock. I screamed, and Green encircled me with his arms, backing out the doors. We fell down the stairs, and hid under them. The killers came out and threw the dead female down the stairs. She had blood all over her. Green was trying to calm me down, but I was struggling. The killers saw us. So we ran from under the stairs. (I still don't know why we didn't get in his car and drive off.) I forget what happens here. But we both live. And then my two younger brothers and I,are going to hide. There's a massive shed, with a fridge in it. We have all our food in it, and a power lead which leads up above. We're suddenly walking on a bush track.. which is above the shed. To this little village. It has heaps of houses that are tall with pointy rooves. And they're all blue. We hop on top of them with a mattress, to get to the other end quicker. My brothers hop off halfway through, and its just me. I slid down one roof, catch a window, and somehow slide to the other roof. But at the last roof, there was no window. I tried slowing down, but I couldn't, and I was terrified to land on the ground and it'd hurt. I landed on the concrete ground, on the mattress. And it didn't hurt. I ended up watching a movie with my ear buds on my phone. We could hear the guys under us, chilling and being normal. My brothers were sweeping the ground, but being too noise, so I told them to be quiet. They said it didn't matter, they told mum we're up here, and she told everyone. I got up them, said that they'd kill me if they find me. And we'll go in my car as soon as, in the morning. Across the state somewhere. Since they can hear us up here, I throw off that we're watching the sunrise, as we can see it from the deck at the edge of the village. They reply to me, sounding like they don't believe it. There's a ton of smoke around the sun and you can hardly see it. So we went back to the house. Before it got dark, I headed back to the shed. I checked the fridge, and everything was warm. The meat un-frozen. So I looked at the powereads, but it wasnt them. The kids had stuffed everything in there and it wouldn't close properly. So I was about to sort that out. When the two guys, and three of their friends stood there. Holding rocks and knives. I begged and screamed. In the end I covered my mouth with my hands, and whimpered. They started to walk close to me. So I let out one last scream. Someone came out of Dads shed, so I thought it was him. So I ran over, the killers not following me. Iran into the shed, and shut the door. Turned around. And it was some tall guy in overalls. With a dagger. He grinned and me, and all I could think, was its gonna hurt so much. He was about to stab me, and then my whole body had a massive warm tingle/shiver, from my head to my feet. And I woke up.

I never dream that I'm gonna die.. Or that I'm gonna get hurt. So it was completely different.