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My entire family was in an unknown house. A cousin of mine and I were going to play some Pokemon on a console (don't know what kind), but needed another controller. So I went to this stand in the city at night. Apparently they were having a really large sale. 300% off. A clerk offered me a strange phone and a car. I didn't take them as the store was too fishy. I did buy a console. I was back at the house and my cousin and I played the game. For some reason a Sakuya Izayoi was one of my Pokemon when I chose her, it crashed the game.
Afterwards, my siblings, cousins, and I went to a large flower field on some rolling hills with many different kinds flowers. There I got stung by a bee and so did my cousins and siblings. Then a swarm of bees started chasing us. Many of them caught up and continued stinging us. They were after me the most though. The stings did actually hurt and left a stinging feeling as an aftermath. We ran inside the house and closed the door. However, many doors were still open and the bees continued to get in. I closed all the doors and killed many of the bees though they still continued to sting me. However bees were still getting in. I found a aluminum tube which connected to the outside and the garage was open. I rushed to the garage to close it, but the stings were soon getting to me and I started hallucinating which caused the garage to get distorted and had a terrible headache. I soon collapsed onto the ground from weakness and was paralyzed. I tried to call for help, but my voice was too weak for anybody to hear. I started thinking, "I guess this is the end. I had a good life. I'm ready to go." Then I passed out. I regained consciousness on a bed inside the house. Finally I woke up.

Finding Shoes
I'm in the garage, in my car, looking for some small dress shoes. As I'm hunting around the front passenger seat, my wife comes out and apologizes for whatever she said that made me think they're out there, saying she knows exactly where they are inside. She's holding a large trash bag. She turns around and says that she sees our third daughter standing on the table and gets a kind of deer-in-headlights look. I snap her out of it by telling her to drop the trash and GO!

Church Fragment
I'm at church, in a large wedge-shaped room. The service is over, and we're heading for a door half way along one of the straight sides (the left, if you're looking towards the point of the wedge).

2 non lucid fragments

I had a lump on the left side of my forehead. Apparently it was serious...

An outsize Woodpigeon appeared on a path from some trees on the left (I say outsize as it was within the bounds of reality, but it was pretty hefty) there was something ominous about it...

That ma lot.

Hey Dreamviews, I've been out of practice for a while but I woke up and had remembered this dream because it stuck out so much to me, I'm curious about peoples interpretation or even just comments on it as a whole, please forgive typos, I jotted this down as fast as I could when I got out of bed.





I'm standing in an old seemingly worn down building with a little Mexican boy in the higher floors of the mansion that seems to be falling apart, myself as well as three other children (Something I noted half way through writing this is I was a child as well.), two females one male, who has glasses as well as an older woman named (Rebecca?) who seemed to be in her late twenties (28 or so if I had to guess.), I know the boy's father, whether the name Rodrigo belongs to the child or the father I won't know, but I know the father and I know he built something for me in the land of my dreams, whether it is a monument or a memory I don't know but I'm determined to find out and remember this for future reference.

When I told the boy that he looked exactly like his father he merely smiled, Rodrigo seemingly happy about the 'news' that I had remembered, the tall Mexican woman wearing modest clothing was somewhat attractive, though the only gestures I remember her making was a curt bow and a smile when I first met her, though she seemed to smile and nod whenever the little boy did, I get the feeling that she isn't his mother, maybe an aunt or nanny of some sort.

Us children ran through the upper floors of the seemingly infinitely tall mansion, the small Mexican boy waving happily in tandem with his presumable caretaker, we take care ignoring the wood as it already seemed decayed long ago, though the countless holes leading to the bottom or gaps where the mansion was simply pulled apart like a fissure still remain, we run through the walls of the mansion, through a sizable hole being our 'doorway', a sort of void meeting us as we run along the scattered remnants of wood that merely floated in this strange place, not reacting to our weight or presence as we skirted through it just fine, the other children happily laughing and giggling as they passed as I tried not to fall.

When we go through an identical 'hole' at the other side of the room we are greeted by a room that looks identical to the one we had started in, however to the right I see an even larger fissure, seemingly bottomless when I look into the pit below.We play an odd sort of game, one of us would summon various 'platforms' which all of us had to quickly run and jump on before the next person would do the same to reach the other side. The other boy quickly failed on the second jump, falling into the void with a drawn out "Nooo!" while the others seemed just as happy as they were moments ealier, one of the little girls cheerfully informed me that because one of us lost, we all lost the game, though she happily conjures a floor to replace the void we risked falling into, with the new floor I continued in reaching the other side, noting an odd 'tear' in reality which only became visible as I approached, the ghostly yet radiant white light shining from it and offsetting the natural looming darkness of the unnatural place that we were in. I could not get any closer to the 'tear' but I didn't have the urge to pass through, I felt I was not ready yet as I turned around and once more returned to the other side I was greeted again by the smiling face of Rebecca, who merely smiled as she kneeled and gave me a gentle hug, I woke up at this time with the overwhelming urge that I need to find this odd boys 'Father' and what it is he built for me.




---I would like to point out that I have EXTREME trouble conjuring things but at some point I was able to in this dream without even thinking about it, something I noted as I was publishing this.

There's a woman who is retrieving a certain object for me, while I watch in third person. The object is in a cave, in the possession of this large, strange creature who she's speaking to now - she's got two or three people with her. He's willing to make a deal. But after discussing terms for a while, the woman ultimately refuses; she isn't willing to agree to his terms. He accepts this, clearly believing she'll be back eventually - she has no other choice, she needs that object.

She and the others start to leave, but one of the others evidently has their own plan - another woman starts playing a strange kind of music that puts the creature into a kind of trance. She encourages the leader of their group to simply take the object. The leader is conflicted, so the woman with the music does it herself. The creature's trance is deep enough to allow her to get close to the object, but it snaps out of it once it recognizes that they're stealing from it. They run.

The cave is in the center of a sort of maze of tunnels, but although it looks confusing, the tunnels are all interconnected; as long as they keep running in the same general direction, it doesn't matter which tunnel they choose, they'll get out eventually.

They come out of the tunnels into a place that I think of as a certain type of dream, a sort of desert-like place, barren brown rock, with various dreamers here and there like landmarks. In one dream, there's a family in a yard where grapevines are growing; two heavyset old men who are brothers, and two grandchildren playing a little distance away. One brother leans in to say something to the other in a language I don't recognize, and the eyes of the one listening turn all black, which I recognize as an outward sign of the usual effect of staying in this particular type of dream too long. He's the dreamer here, these others are illusions. They see the group passing near the edges of the dream and just watch them.

The group comes across a dreamer they know, a man who the leader of this group is in love with. The others hang back on a ledge overlooking his dream, but she approaches him. He's sitting in front of the ruins of a small house - it's meant to be their house, his and hers, though they've never actually lived together outside of this dream. There's dead bodies lying around outside, things he killed, but too late to save this place from them. When he sees her there, he says, "I tried," with a sort of smile, as if this was inevitable and the only surprising thing was that he tried to save this place at all.

Then he sees the object she's stolen, and there's a shift - he stops paying attention to the storyline of the dream he's in. He asks her why she went to all the trouble of finding that thing, when there's no guarantee that the man she got it for will be grateful for it. There's an association here with trying to help a scorpion - the story of the scorpion and the frog, doing what's in your nature rather than what's in your best interest. She agrees with him, there's no guarantee that this will have the result she wants, but she wants to help the 'scorpion' anyway. She makes a joke about having a weakness for older men - lifetimes older, in this case. Her man doesn't find this funny.

Get This Girl Away From Me

I appeared on a table in my brother's room. Except I thought it was my room.I felt sleepy and like I had just woken up but I couldn't move. I felt someone putting pressure onto my head with their hand and thought my brother or someone else had poisoned me and was trying to get rid of me by causing a concussion to my head. "I got to move!" I thought to myself. Than I started feeling someone stapling my head multiple times.

"Okay, this can't be a real thing going on. No ones stupid enough to try stapling my head to try and kill me. I'm in a dream". I thought to myself. But it still felt pretty real.I looked up and saw an alien face looking down at me on the ceiling. I took it as a form of insult and a reflection of one of my biggest fears. I looked to my side the best i could and saw a small wooden house was stapling my head. Somehow I managed to get out the room and went up the stairs with a fork in my hand. I looked back to make sure my thoughts hadn't formed a creature. Than went into my parents room where I was handed a bowl of strawberrys and yogurt. I ate it but than I reappeared on the table.I could only see my hand, tools and what looked like a yellow robot like body.

I heard it picking up tools and felt it touching me," Is this gonna be one of those alien dissection dreams?" I thought. I prayed a bit to get rid of my fears than focused on going through the walls. I felt the robot using the tool on me a bit but I couldn't just lay there and let the robot do that to me in the dream. It was uncomfortable. I managed to get through the wall a bit and turned to see the robot melting. I kicked him a bit than went through the wall. When I stood up I saw a man and two other dream characters that were girls. They were telling me to go back inside the room and that they were going to hold me down.

I told them they had to listen to me and thought that maybe dream characters would have an inclined respect for God. " I prayed to Jehovah because I didn't want to be in there. So you have to listen!" I told them. "Who the heck is Jehovah?" asked a dream character than the other laughed. I was surprised at the lack of respect they had and told them " I can't pray to get rid of you because it would be like getting rid of a part of me so act more nicer. I have to think good thoughts anyways so this will be a good opportunity."

Suddenly the tall girl with the wavy, long black hair was acting very hype. I decided to leave the scenery, think I went through the window or the stairs. The setting was changing so its hard to recall where i was. Anyways I started thinking of finding Dawn and could feel the girl was following me.I was flying above a park/urban city at night. I could see a children's swing and heard people talking in the park. I looked around till I saw Dawn wearing a white long sleeve dress shirt, a dark grey tie, black pants and black dress shoes. He was walking holding green flowers in his hands."Dawn!!!" I called out to him. He turned and smiled at me than said " Lety!! Its good to see you!".

Than he walked to a chubby kid wearing a grey/white sweater and sweat pants telling him to go down the stairs than inside the house. They were next to a gate where it kind of looked like stairs that lead to the garbage area of a building. But there are some people who do live in that area of a building. Anyways the girl with the wavy black hair came running after me and she was super hyper. She was telling me how she wanted to do hurtful things to me. I flew away and climbed over a large door where i saw a beautiful scenery of a pasture with the sun hitting it. But the girl was annoying me.

I moved to a different part of the dream world where it started becoming more like a house interior. I could hear a familiar little girl's voice telling the girl with wavy black hair how she wanted to staple me. Their voices were in high speed and they sounded like they were high on sugar. I went through a window in the room than found myself in a bathroom like place with its own showers. The girl with black hair found me and showed me a long, pink pen that she wanted to stab my hand with. " Let me just try to change this with words and I'll think about a different outcome instead." I thought.

I showed her my hand and asked her to use the pen like thing to draw who she thought I liked more as my favorite guide. Eye or Dawn. She started drawing on it and said "Eyesti! No wait!..." I looked away after that than looked back at my hand and she showed me what looked like a kanji symbol on the top of my left hand mixed with two other kanji symbols. "What is this supposed to mean!? Whose my favorite guide was the question." I told her. She laughed than drew a small moon on my hand and said " Jackie Chan is your fav guide!" than she ran to some other dream characters where they talked about injecting penicillin into their bodies. I flew up to the top of the showers than the girl with the black hair came in with the other girls.I thought they wouldn't harm me because they would be distracted by the showers but than the girl with the wavy black hair came up to me and stabbed my upper left feet with a needle. It hurt so I kicked her than I woke myself up after that.

I think I handled the dream character situation somewhat well but it could have been better.It was just too random for me.
- w - I seriously was reminded why I hate dum dream characters.

Walking through some kind of store like a Home Depot when I decided to do a reality check but it was funny because I thought to myself that I was definitely awake. I looked at my hands and said "am I awake" and realized immediately I was dreaming. I didn't really know what I wanted to do, but my youngest son was in the dream with me so I picked him up and asked him, "do you wasn't to fly?" I wrapped him in a blanket (I think he was younger than he is now) and we began to fly around. First we flew around inside then we took off through a window over the water and then over snow. When I landed into a room I was alone again. There was a closet door standing open so I decided my father would behind the door but when I moved the door away it wasn't my dad but a nondescript, androgynous person who seemed to have my dads essence. I went into his arms and we danced slowly a little bit. I would catch his reflection as we went around and the DC was ageing and beginning to look more like my dad. At some point here I slipped back into a dream. Not what I wanted to do in my next LD, but that's ok. I just couldn't remember what it was that I wanted to accomplish in my next LD while I was in it! (I want to meet my inner child or a dream guide). The other thing is that this LD had a very dream-like feel to it. In the past I've been able to become more and more lucid as the dream went on, but in this dream I was lucid but nothing was very vivid.

5-25-2015

I was assigned an adventure. Perhaps it was for some “school” function. I’m not quite sure. But I wandered through a wasteland void of people and full of desolate and decaying buildings. I don’t remember what my assignment was so I explored aimlessly. Eventually I entered a building and headed to the lower floors. In the basement of the building were desks full of “students”. Proctors of sorts were there to watch us while we completed a "test". I remember starting the “test” but I did not finish it because I found it pointless. I left the room with the “test” incomplete and wandered on. I believe at this point I was called on by DB to play Eb clarinet in ensemble. I declined. Next, I was in a kind of park full of hills, so many that the horizon was blocked in multiple directions by the undulation of the landscape. Somehow I ran into RS. I was now in his car (his black and grey mustang) and we talked about music, clarinet, etc. We drove through the hills until something caught my eye. There was an baby falling from the sky. I knew the baby was in trouble. No on was around to help. So I opened RS’s car door and ran to the baby. I jumped in the air, soaring up as if gravity were less, caught the baby, and dropped the baby as gently as I could to the ground. I saw the baby land with a thump in a shallow pool of water. It wasn’t ideal and I knew the baby still needed help. I hung in the air before falling to the ground. Now I rushed the baby to a nearby table and began CPR. As I used two fingers to press on the baby’s chest I realized that it’s arms were skinny, as if someone had taken clay and rolled it out on flat surface creating “noodles”. No matter, the baby coughed up water and I felt complete. However, trouble didn’t seem to be over yet. Night grew close. The air transitioned from bright yellow-orange to a deep and blanketing purple-black. It seemed that trouble was brewing. I found my friend BC nearby and asked him to take care of the baby. TF was also there so I asked for his assistance as well. I was off, not sure why. I needed to find RS again so I used my phone to call, but my phone was malfunctioning. My phone wouldn’t call and it became of little use other than occupying space. Wandering I somehow ran into AB. She was beautiful. Her face was so clear to me. Slightly rosy cheeks, raised in a affection, a deep and radiant smile, and light brown, slightly curled hair that framed her face and exposed her features. She was there to help me. I knew it. Unfortunately, I don’t remember much. We must have talked, and I’m sure she helped me, but here the dream fades away.

I was looking at this thread that had been posted on Dreamviews. The OP said something about posting pictures of the planets, and that we could have nudity if we wanted to. I scrolled down and saw that everyone was drawing pictures of different girls in different skimpy outfits.

I got to (Post number 8 I think it was). It was by DawnEye11. She said something about Manei and myself and posted a drawing of a very tall, thin boy with blonde hair and blue eyes wearing a long white coat. It looked sort of like my cousins' anime style though. He had a round stomach though and sort of looked like he was fat. She posted about how the thought that the round stomach made him cuter. I wanted to reply asking her how that was supposed to be a picture of me and Manei but there were a bunch more posts, so I wound up PMing her instead.

I scrolled down to the end of the thread. I forgot who had made this last post but it was an AMV. There was something in the description that was referencing Manei's tribe and I clicked on the video.

The music was weird enough as it was. There were a bunch of muscular looking guys with short hair and two long braids going down either side from behind the ears. They were wearing blue sparkly shorts and making a beat on these weird drums that sort of sounded like lava bubbling or something. They kept chanting 'Ranuranurah' at regular intervals. The girls came out and looked sort of like las vegas showgirls with big feathers on their butts. They started dancing by shaking their hips. (Keep in mind this was all animated.)

Then a character who looked like me but had really big eyes appeared and shouted "Lava Solo!" and it cut to this lava monster sitting in a lava cave using two pieces of stone floating on the lava as turntables to make the bubbling sound that the drummers were. The lava monster looked CG. His head came off and his eyes got really big and flew towards the screen. This suprised me (Kind of like a jump scare) and I woke up.

Dream music is so weird.

Ecstasy
I was with friends at some kind of a bar, which had pool tables. There were people that were near the pool tables. I think they had just finished playing. I could see three pool tables, which were all a different height. I was looking to re-rack the balls on the table, but as I started to do so I noticed that some of the balls were not balls. They were odd looking and small. I don't think all the colors and patterns on the balls were on them either. This made me confused when trying to re-rack them, but Chloe H came over and did it herself for me.

At some point I noticed I had an Ecstasy tablet in my hand. I handed it over to my brother, so he could halve it, but ended up having trouble doing so. I have the tablet in my hand and notice that it was broken up, and I decided to halve it myself. The tablet looked off. It was shaped like a small potato chip, which had been broken untidily. I decided to have half, and give the rest to Chloe. I kept anticipating the drug to kick in throughout the whole dream, but never climaxed. I may have felt a bit of a change in feeling though. I was intending to get high and have sex with Chloe.

I'm outside with my brother and Chloe at night time.

My brother walked over to Chloe and held up a sign in front of her. There was something written on the same in gold letters. It was my brothers way of showing that he was an undercover cop. I believe my brother did this because I hadn't made a move on Chloe. This situation pulled me into saying that I was an undercover cop too. I felt like I had betrayed Chloe.

I'm now at a table inside. She's eating something nice, and offers me some. She leaves the room and I decide to quickly check her phone for anything that led to her wanting me. She entered the room as I put down the phone. She was suspect on what I was doing. I tried to act calm, and walk over to her for a chat.

Dream Fragment
1) I was at my house and was standing in the kitchen. Rob asked what was the smell. I think I had poo on my hands or something along those lines.

Side Notes
EFT - Even though I can't remember all my dreams, I deeply and completely accept myself, and will remember all my dreams tonight.

So last night I dreamt that I was walking down my road to the end of it. However,it was all dark out and my former Spanish teacher was walking the opposite direction. She had on a jean jacket,if I remember correctly,and I think black pants. I don't remember what I said to her,but apparently whatever it was it made her laugh. Well,she then said something else to me as we were passing one another. Once I got to the end of my road,I do remember looking back a her and watching her as she walked away,becoming smaller until she disappeared.

IRL, in 3 weeks, I'm going to be a camp counselor at a camp for physically disabled children. In the dream, it was the first day of camp. We arrived on the bus to the campground with the campers and counselors. We had a lot of pre-camp rituals before we got off the bus. Then we went to go eat. I just remember being in a strangely happy and outgoing mood. I ran down a hill screaming and made jokes with people I normally wouldn't joke with. It wasn't a vivid dream, but it was a nice one.

Morning of May 25, 2015. Monday.



I am not sure of the location or even the immediate setting, though I am living with my wife yet seem to be about twenty years younger. There is a slight essence of Stadcor Street in Brisbane, but it also seems like an apartment building with a hallway (though not reminiscent of the King Street boarding house this time) and it may be on the first floor.

I eventually notice an intruder sitting on my left (about six feet away), though do not strongly associate him as such at first (as he may instead be a friendly visitor I had somehow forgotten about). My first intent is to wake up my wife by calling out her name. I am seated and she is sleeping on a bed (or possibly a couch in which the back drops down to make a single bed) to my right. Once again, I call out someone’s name and they do not respond (recently recurring in-dream situation). Zsuzsanna continues to sleep peacefully after I say her name loudly about four or five times. Thus, I decide that instead of getting her up and us leaving the room until I work out the intruder’s intent, I will get up and make him leave by physical force.

Eventually I realize that I am holding a sword, so I put it up against his neck to make him leave the room. I continue to hold it up as he moves back and into the hall, close to the door to the apartment or room where he apparently lives. I still tap his neck a few times, drawing a bit of blood as he backs up against his door. I decide to let him go into his apartment and so I turn to go back to where my wife and I are seemingly living. However, I notice more and more blood flowing out from my right arm and going everywhere, including making a puddle on the floor (and my wife is still sleeping). This is quite possibly one of the most vivid bleeding dreams I have ever had as I am fully aware of my body and presence - and the perspective is “perfect” as well (with no typical distortions of any kind). I enter a very well-defined state of clarity and awareness as I continue to stand while looking down at all the blood. On the one hand, I know I am bleeding in a possibly fatal manner, trying to work out how it even happened as the other male did not have a sword. The cut is over my upper right arm (about the entire length of my upper arm) and blood is flowing everywhere. I slowly wake, though with the tentative confidence that I will somehow survive.

The meaning behind this dream, I would normally just attribute to being a metaphor for the waking process (and the “death” of the transient dream self upon entering the waking process). However, it also implements a remote viewing connection, which is relative to the same event that my wife remote viewed in a different way. In her case, she remote viewed a dream scene where a child was talking on a toy telephone. Today, in the mail (without the slightest idea it would occur), we received several childhood photos of me from one of my older sisters for the first time ever (I am still of the belief that remote viewing requires at least two active minds - in this case the other mind being that of my sister’s - who sent the photos). In one of them, I am holding a toy telephone, validating my wife’s very consistent remote viewing perception over the years (after all, she accurately remote viewed my childhood long before we met). Another photo is from around the time I had my near-fatal accident and NDE in 1962 where I lost a lot of blood as a toddler and miraculously did not go into shock and soon self-trained my left hand to work again over time (and “rewired” my brain by force of will at a very young age - thus my enhanced dream memory and understanding among other things) even though it was “certain” (by the doctors’ claim) that my wrist and hand would be paralyzed for life. As such, some memories from age one and a half resurfaced, but only those related to the park visits. Basically, this dream was a form of remote viewing a very old memory linked to a precognitive association of an approaching visual event and layering it in a character composite with my adult self (even though the location of the bleed-out differed in this dream, as dreams often change orientations in one way or another).

I also feel that there may be some meaning here regarding the calling of the name in terms of reversal while in the dream state. This situation accurately implies that my wife is awake in reality (verified) so thus is “asleep” in my own dream (and this is not the first time I have been aware in a non-lucid dream in this precise way though it depends on the type and level of the dream). This is probably similar to how the “shadow person” in a dream (especially a vivid lucid dream) is actually the waking conscious mind rather than what inexperienced people claim in it being something “darker” or potentially threatening to the real conscious self. When in a dream, it is the transient dream self that faces annihilation (in the process of waking), not the conscious self, so it is rather absurd to make the claim that a shadow in a dream is somehow “lower” than the dream self or unconscious state.

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As already noted, I made a note of how I felt it was me “reliving” my childhood trauma of nearly having my left hand cut off (even though in my dream it was my upper right arm). One of the photographs my sister sent recently (and there was no way of knowing she would send photographs) shows me during the time period I was recovering from this event which occurred July 4, 1962 and while my hand and wrist is still wrapped. In fact, I had been imagining seeing this exact same photograph recently and very unlikely - received it the day after in real life. (even though I have only heard from her a few times in the last twenty years and rarely while growing up).

This was a nightmare about the Mortal Kombat character Kano. I was in a house, with a cute Asian girl. She was sitting at a desk, and I was guarding her. Kano, a ruthless murderer, was trying to kill us. But it got weird. At one point I managed to get the drop on him, and stab him to death. But he regenerated to full health and attacked us again. I killed him again and somehow cut him into 10 smaller pieces. I tossed the pieces around the house, far away from each other so he could not "reassemble". But one thing I didn't know: each piece of him would regenerate to an entire person. So now I had ten of him wandering around. One entered the room, and I hid in the curtains (wrapped a curtain around myself somehow). My plan was to jump out when he got close enough and stab him to death again. But I looked out of the window, and another Kano approached the house from the garden. I realized there was nothing I could do. The guy from the garden walked into the house, grabbed the Asian girl's head, and snapped her neck like a twig. I was seething with anger, but realized I was powerless to stop it.

I also vaguely remember being found by him (was I hiding behind a desk?), and later on surviving the encounter. Some people found me (my dad?), and I think I said that Kano had to be hunted down before he could cause more harm.

For the majority of the dream, I was in my house.

The dream started with me in my room and going outside to find a mirror. I noticed right away that my face in the mirror was weird and distorted, and I realized I was dreaming. The more I looked at my face in the mirror, the more twisted and distorted it became, but I was actually able to shape it. I spent a few moments trying to see how much I could alter my face, eventually making it disappear altogether by flattening it. I then walked around outside to find the neighborhood to be filled with lights on front lawns.

When I went back to my house, my cousin was in my room, and my room was rearranged but I didn't care because I knew it wasn't real anyway. I was really amazing at how detailed everything was and how realistic it all seemed.

Then I'm at a theater with various friends and I'm watching a movie about Captain America being trapped at the bottom of an ocean. That's when I lost Lucidity.