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FA - Funeral Wreath of Quicker and Merciful Death

I woke up in my bed. It was dark everywhere. I decided to go to the toilet. When I wanted to turn the lights in the toilet on, I saw that there are some new switches and a plaque saying that it was made by European Union. I look at the first switches note, and it said "For Poles in European Union".

I used the switch, but it haven't done anything. I looked at a note for the second switch - "For smoking Poles". I used it and the effect was the same. The third switch was "For Poles that want to use toilet". I used the switch, and it haven't done anything too.

I concluded that the energy is out, and decied to go to the kitchen instead. When I reached the room I saw my pal sitting on a coach and my mother taking something out of a box. The room was faintly lit by a candle. From the couch I could see a mirror in the corridor next to kitchen. The conversation started:

Me: What are you doing?
Mother: A Funeral Wreath of Quicker and Merciful Death.
Me: Who would want something like that?
Pal: Right. Who want's it?
Mother: I'm afraid that no one would like to see it, even if it helps some suffering people.

Then the mirror in the corridor caught my attention. I looked at it, and suddenly felt a cold chill going down my spine.

night of 5/7/15

#1
There is an arsonist who has been burning buildings and homes down in my area. I am working with a DC to identify him/her. We go to our "dream lab" to work on the problem. The lab is accessed by falling asleep and then in the dream going to our lab? While in the lab at work a man appears to us and asks if we know where a certain person is at. We tell the stranger the location of the person he is looking for and he promptly disappears. After he leaves we realize that he must be the arsonist as there is no other way that he could know about our lab and how to get there. We also realize we know where he will strike next as we just provided him with the information. We leave the lab and instantly appear outside of a house. It is nighttime. I call up to an open window and my nephew appears. The arsonist has not yet struck and I feel relief.

#2
I am in my living room, it is dark, the only light is ambient light coming from the streetlights outside. I instantly realize that I am dreaming. I say "I am dreaming, I am going to walk over to the door and go outside." I find it very difficult to move, as if I am in water or surrounded by gel or something. I struggle against this for a few seconds and the dream starts to fade. I wake up and mentally review the dream. As I fall back asleep I catch some beautiful psychedelic HI.

#3
I am being carried to a beach on the back of a co-worker. We pass an old blue car. My oldest friend is seated in the driver's seat. I call out to him and he gets out of the car and joins us in our walk to the beach. Next we are outside of a blue wooden building. We all have large, strangely designed shotguns with rotating magazines? My friend says "watch this" and shoots an electrical wire protruding from the building. It emits some sparks and leaves a hole. I turn to my right and see a kite tethered to the beach, blowing in the wind. A large eagle swoops down and becomes entangled in the kite string. It falls to the ground, wrapped tightly in the string. I immediately feel that I must help the large bird. I walk over and pick it up, cradling it in my arms. I walk down to the beach, looking clearly into the birds eyes. I dip it in the ocean, baptism style to clean it off. I exit the water and my friend cuts the string that has been binding the bird.

Morning of May 8, 2015. Friday.



My dream’s setting, which is meant to represent our home, is rendered with quite a bit of detail, though it does not seem that familiar (even in comparison to various past false renderings of our home as dreams typically do). There is concern about some sort of cable box for television (and possibly with computer connections as well) that is illogically hanging near the window at a slight angle, a bit more than halfway up the wall, in what seems to be the living room. Over time, I put my hand on it and clearly feel intense heat. I can even vividly feel the heat on the palm of my hand from about a foot away. This becomes a concern of course, as it may eventually cause a fire. A small fire soon starts near the box, but we put it out right away with a spray bottle (probably filled with water).

Time passes, the television remains on, and I eventually see reddish orange flashes outside the windows though it is not that late and I think the sun is still out. I go outside and see that the entire front of the house is on fire, but in several different smaller sections near the roof, each area on fire being just above each window, of which there are at least five areas. I get the garden hose and manage to put them all out, but I also note numerous small clean splinters of wood falling to the ground, which I even remark upon in my dream, though this oddly does not seem that problematic, especially as they are so small, almost like the house is “shedding” slightly curved toothpicks.

I realize that the house we live in (in-dream) is not suitable to have cable television - since we seem to be able to have the television on only for a few minutes before the box overheats enough to cause a fire. Strange dream “logic”.

Morning of May 8, 2015. Friday.



This dream is a very good example of how even the best, most focused scripting can go awry once entering a dream state (though it depends on the form of meditation, “automatic” affirmation acceptance, and concurrent imagery). Although over the years, I have often noticed more and more “automatic” personal control over many dreams (even non-lucid ones) and the growing knowledge (with increasing levels of precision) of how my mind and attitude creates dreams, there is often another facet of my real-time (present) experience that becomes triggered somehow, though which is still solely of my waking character. In this case, it was probably being annoyed in real life by thoughtless impositions on our family by NBN workers. Aligning the transitions between different levels of consciousness to more fluidly move through them (from the onset of fully conscious hypnagogia I have had since early childhood) while remaining my true self is not that difficult at times (even at some levels of otherwise disruptive environmental noise), but the most curious thing still is how memory completely fails on such a grand scale even after only a few seconds in some cases. Sleep paralysis is still usually a very pleasant experience (unlike what I have read from other sources) and is automatically triggered by exertion or so-called overexercise, and oddly, overexercise, even at my present age, brings feelings of being healthier and more relaxed even if I had earlier felt ill.

In my dream, I am walking in an unknown area, which seems like some sort of composite between a part of this town (in the commercial district), the south side of La Crosse, and where I went to school in Florida. I am walking down the street, seemingly with the intent to study a large notebook I am carrying (probably a type of dream journal) while relaxing in a nearby park.

I seem to be walking on Bourbong Street on the left side, heading east, growing closer to the edge of the urban area. As I walk, I notice a young Asian male on my left, who is seated on the sidewalk and leaning against the outer wall (near a corner) of a business building, fairly close to an intersection. He seems quite happy. On his right is an unknown female (though her appearance is not that clear).

I soon find myself in a park that reminds me of the playground where I went to school in Florida. The park is very crowded though there are areas to sit down. I sit down and lean against a tree and open my notebook. Curiously, on the left side when I open it, there is a clear display page containing a large photograph (about two-thirds the size of the A4 page) that shows the imagery I had just seen of the male leaning against the building. I do not consider this as impossible or untimely at all. I look through my book and notice various pages that are “pieces” of my personal history and ideas.

After a time, I notice the presence of an unknown female on my right, possibly a college student who came to the park to study, and who seems to be fairly “dominant” and self-aware. I eventually notice that I am somehow sitting farther from the tree (with no memory of having moved) and feeling a bit imposed upon. I turn back to the girl and bring attention to the fact that she had supposedly been pushing me away from where I was seated near the tree (and I supposedly only moved little by little out of politeness and to avoid any potential confrontation). I seem a bit angry, but not aggressive in any way. She does not react other than giving me a curious look as if perhaps I have lost my mind and simply moved away from her on my own for no particular reason (in fact, she is facing perpendicular to where I am and had probably not really pushed me physically at any point). She remains where she is, appearing stoic and not offended in any way. I notice she has a notebook much like mine and seems to be studying the pages carefully.

In fact, I had deliberately scripted such a scene (up until the time when I become annoyed) where I would be given healing energies as well as answered questions and possible information about the future by a representation of the universe when “she” appeared. This is certainly not the first time that I threw a monkey wrench into my own unfolding script (though this does not happen in fully lucid dreams) and it likely will not be the last.

I began walking down a sidewalk near a school building. I soon started thinking to myself that if I found myself randomly walking in a place I had no idea about, I most likely am not really here. It was sunny, and as I got closer to thew school, I realize I forgot my bag. I lost my previous train of thought and continue inside the gym where there were other students attending. I confronted one student and had a short talk. Soon after the scene change. Lucidity Time: 7 seconds

I was in a hotel being chased by someone. I wanted to escape really badly so I hopped in an elevator. I knew this elevator is special but I don't know how. I pressed on a level button, and I was immediately on that floor. I peaked out from the door and it was a eerily dim hallway lit with fluorescent light. It was completely empty, and narrow. I went to another level. Same setup but with hospital beds this time. So that was even more creepy. I went to another level, and I was immediately in a room. Somewhere along the levels, I realized this is virtual reality. That whatever is happening isn't real but I could feel everything. A nurse told me that she could find out what's wrong with me, and I agreed to it. She explained that she will scan my whole body, and it will hurt a lot. I thought for sure the pain would be nothing. But when she was scanning me, it was very painful with a lot of vibration. I remembered that she had the device over my chest, and my head for a while. After the scanning was done, I asked her what's wrong with my head. She replied "Nothing, nothing's wrong with you". I wasn't satisfied with her answer because I had a rush of negative emotions and memories during the scan. The scan got me really angry and violent inside. It made me want to find the person that was after me, and tear him to shreds for what he did to me.

Last night I dreamed I had a new job: reviewing resumes to determine the percentage likelihood that the person was a spy.

Busy week. Posting a super short summary for reference.

02 May

# 1: With Rumplestiltskin again, this time lucid. We talk and explore around.

# 2: aggression induced ld, dodging bullets by slowing time and phasing. Later went after the attackers using super strength.

05 May

# 3: distractions . Later recalled the basic smell task - found an aromatic candle, which unfortunately didn't smell at all. Then smelled a little bottle of shampoo next to it, smelled like one of those aroma essential oil extracts.

07 May

# 4 (++): Wild + deild and unidentified ld fragment: remembered the basic task again, smelled the air - cold and fresh with a gentle tree scent. Met a friend - actually imposter DC, talked a bit, listened to dream music in the distance. Memories of a cave scene.

MILD's working great! I was able to wake up earlier than I did before (or at least I think I did, didn't really check the time). Last time I woke up at 6:00 a.m. , and today I (think) I woke up around 5:00 a.m. . Even though I centered my MILD more around gaining lucidity than to wake up, I'm glad I'm getting better. Too bad I didn't take the chance to do a WBTB. (Couldn't I have at least done FILD? )

Without further ado, here's my dream tonight:

Surprise meeting

I was in school. It was the end of the day, and I was packing up. Before I left though, there was a boy and his sister in the gym who were staying there for after school practice. They were practicing a sport which I couldn't recognize. I only remember that it involved a ball and going through a maze. For a strange reason, the girl had a very low level of confidence and thought she couldn't do anything in the sport. Her brother couldn't help her either, though he wasn't there at the moment. I forgot how but I cheered her up/helped her and she was back in action. I went to my gym locker to get some things but there was the coach standing in front of my locker. She was talking to some other people next to her. I was about to say something when she asked, "So you want to play for our team?" I replied with no and just said I wanted her to move so I could get to my locker. She did and I got some things and went out to the field. I went to practice for another sport which I couldn't recognize either. It involved an american football, and the name had the word "one" in it. I'm pretty sure it was either rugby or Australian football. I never signed up to try out earlier so I was asking the coach if I could try out now. He said I couldn't so I just went, sad, to the bus stop to find a friend in waking life, who I haven't seen for around 3 years now but we're still in contact. He was the same as I last saw him in waking life, of course. He had a navy blue shirt and was just staring at me from the bus stop. I, in contrast, was about to greet him and ask him how he's been. But the bus came, number 8, and he just went in the bus and it left right before my eyes. Now, I can't remember which part of the dream comes first so I'm going to just tell you both.

I was back home. My friend was there with me. Contrary to his attitude last time, he was cheerful and was talking with me. My mother was with us as well and we were both playing. My friend suddenly went towards my mom and I felt lonely at that time. When my friend found out I was lonely, he rushed back to my side. I have a good feeling I was reverted back to my friend's age during this time as well.

The bus came back around. It was bus number 8 again. I recall a girl with long brown hair flowing, but that's the best I can describe her. At the time I was convinced that she was the friend from earlier. She stood against the doorway of the bus and threw books towards my direction. I picked them up and started skimming through some of them, and I recognized one as being about anime. There was a lot of content about a specific one, called Magi, and I was wondering why, but realized that it was a book about Magi, not anime in general. I came to tell my friend and by this time he appeared as he did before. I can't remember how he reacted.

FA - Night of the rats

Midnight. I went out of my bed and took some clothes from wardrobe. Next, I went to the kitchen and looked at shelves. They were occupied by hordes of rats. When I came closer, thay started to make squeaky noises and chased me. I ran outside through the door.

It was dark and cold. The weather was rainy. I decided to go for a walk onto a hill that's just behind my house. I got to my destination in a few seconds. When I turned around to look at my house and it's neighborhood, I saw sun going up.

I told to myself "It took me much longer to get here before." And ran towards the house. When I walked through the door, everything looked like a 3D animation. I entered the kitchen and saw my siblings sitting on chairs, and a weird man. He had burned face, and was wearing black leather cape. He looked like Freddy Krueger.

He moved to the shelves, opened them and got attacked by rats. I asked siblings "What's going on?" And my sister said "It's the night of the rats... now animated in 3D!" Then the doors opened and a girl from my class appeared.

She asked me if I can go with her to her birthday party at my neighbor's house. I told her "But I've got no shoes!" She said "Don't worry, I'll give you mine!". She gave me shoes with spike heels and we went to the neighbor's house.

At the entrance I met with her boyfriend, gave her shoes back and stayed outside with him. We talked about nothing in particular. After a while she came back with other girls from my class. I told "Oh, I've got to go now. Bye!" and went away.

When going straight the wet, cold road I heard them saying "Is he drunk?" "No. He just appeared... and went away.". I entered the kitchen and looked at the shelves, witing for rats to come.

Morning of May 7, 2015. Thursday.



My dream has a section near the beginning involving some sort of philosophical discussion by a relative, one who always had a very pessimistic view of (his) life, yet often acted like a clown. However, the things he is saying in-dream are not really relevant or “real”, almost as if we are in an alternate timeline at a much younger age - as it seems it could be as long ago as 1978. During this time, I am using telekinesis to move a few smaller things around on a table. We are in the Loomis Street house yet again, but one area later on seems to be in Brisbane rather than La Crosse, yet still connects directly to the area. My (deceased) sister is also nearby at times, in the house.

Later, I am walking (seemingly northward) in an unknown area of what is likely Brisbane (though again, still somehow connected to La Crosse in America). On my left is an unknown younger male. As we are walking, I contemplate using telekinesis to actually lift buildings, although I reason that it would probably not be a good idea as it would require breaking the foundation. I do move a few smaller things. There is a large truck parked near an intersection and I am able to make it rise in the air by about ten feet. It stays in midair for a few minutes. I note that in dreams, there is a particular feeling when telekinesis is active and working, which is a bit hard to describe. It is somewhat like a subtle wave of relaxation and focus. Curiously, telekinesis seems far more common in non-lucid dreams, though I have had it in fully lucid ones (usually only involving the manipulation of doors and cups which jump into my hand). After a short time, the truck falls back to its original position, but the right front tire and axle area is damaged. The owner, who has just arrived by this point, looks at it curiously. I feel a bit regretful about damaging his truck, but he has no idea how it happened.

Later, I am back at the Loomis Street house and only my sister is around at first, appearing again as she did around 1978. There is some sort of movie-like infusion into my dream at this point, but it is somewhat distorted. I hear some sort of “soundtrack” for a short time. I move a few smaller things again but sometimes my ability seems varible at times, possibly caused by a disruption of in-dream focus by real environmental sounds (which sometimes “script” entire scenes in dreams in some cases).

My brother-in-law comes in and I keep easily moving a ketchup bottle and a salt shaker around on the large table with telekinesis, always out of his reach. He seems a bit frustrated but also does not seem to fully catch on that I am responsible for the unexplainable movement.

Lastly, my in-dream presence and character seems to change to that of a girl whose (unfamiliar) mother is mad at her for practicing witchcraft. Oddly however, the mother seems to be using some sort of dark magic (or perhaps ritualistic negative “prayer”) to project at me to officially disown me as well as harm me somehow. This seems quite hypocritical. We project some sort of shapeless energy at each other, but there is a force field or invisible protective barrier between us. Our “battle” seems somewhat futile. The environment is quite distorted and undefined by that point though I sense we are each near a corner in a mostly empty room, about fifteen feet between us.

Bedtime supps experiment went bad (again), poor rest, most dreams vague except last

+ beer party: I'm inside, outside on a patio in half-light are a bunch of people milling around. I want them to have some beer. I give a guy standing outside a baggie of beer (I hold it in my 2 hands, look down and see the liquid in the baggie, and hand it to the guy). I think he'll share the beer by pouring into people's cups, but instead he dips his fingers in to the beer, and flicks his fingers in people's faces spraying their faces with beer, he does this several times. A friend inside brings me to the good beer, he says it's name "<something>(green?) <something>(four?)", he pours me a glass and I start to drink, I go to top it off, and flick the opening switch on the keg (which is clear you can see the beer inside), and the keg explodes, covering me and the area around in foam. I'm startled by this.

+ brilliant kid code: people sitting around a table working on (encoding? decoding?) a message, led by a brilliant little kid, at first I think I understand everything, then the more I look at the messages the less I realize I understand what's going on, I realize that the words are phonetically spelled out words in Chinese and give up in disgust.

+(f) whose sports equipment (running shoes, racquetball equipment) are these, mine(?) I see running shoes made out of strands: the shoes are not solid. The shoes have flexible heels, the shoe material lifts up from the heels when you walk. A guy is talking about how he tested out and tuned the strings of a racquetball racquet.

+ walking around outside at night, observing asphalt covered streets with hinged rectangular pieces of asphalt covering up humming water pumps working below the surface. I go inside, someone's following behind me, I close the door before he gets there, I'm in an all-male computer club/house, the guy behind the door gives his name (or another club member tells it to me [forgot name]). I'm walking around looking at the club's bedrooms: I see a horizontal bar on a wall from which a bookshelf/shoe shelf is hung, I enter and set up my room, unroll bedding, there's a larger bedroll by me and a smaller one (white/black/zebra striped?) in the far corner, there is a closet in the room, and I have things also hanging from horizontal bars high on the wall. I'm a big self-conscious that I have a room to myself, other rooms have 3+ beds in them. They come in and say "hey why do you have a large room to yourself?" I say that I'm new, that probably someone else will be assigned to this room too, later.

Ritual: WTB 12am, WBTB 4–5:30am (working), woke 6:15am with dream.

I dreamed I was working in a museum and I had assembled a collection of objects to show people. I had left a bunch of things lying outdoors on a forest path and wanted to bring them in, so I grabbed an armful of tall leather boots (there were least six pairs in different styles) and walked back to the museum. By the time I reached my destination I was only carrying one pair, and thought I must have dropped the others along the way. I wasn't sure where to store the boots I had brought back, but I looked around and decided to lock them up in a tall armoire of Japanese design. I opened up the doors and there was another set of doors behind the first, and another set behind that, three in all before I reached the interior.

I decided to take my car to go back and get the rest of the stuff since I had left a lot of things lying on the path and I wasn't doing a good job of bringing them back by hand. I have a third-person impression of watching my car wind its way through a narrow gorge: at times I was afraid the rocks were too close together for the car to fit, but I found it easy to lift the car off the ground and twist it as needed to avoid the rocky outcroppings. After getting safely through the narrow rocks I felt very pleased with my success, and decided that I should spend more time driving like this, using the wind as propulsion. This jogged my memory: wind! Wasn't that one of this month's TOTMs? At that moment I became lucid and decided to attempt the task.

I raised my arms and called out in a loud voice, "Wind!" I remembered that the task required not using any active power to fly, but letting the wind pick me up and carry me wherever it might be going. So after summoning the wind, I waited passively but invited it to lift my body in the air. The air picked me right up like I was as weightless as a feather, and I relaxed into it. It was wonderfully pleasant and enjoyable to be buoyed up in this way. Curiously I looked around me, wondering where we might be going. I have the impression of thick flocks of birds darkening in the air in what seemed like abstract geometric patterns.

I recalled that the bonus task also involved mastering the elements, and wondered if I could use this same wind to knock things down on the land below without getting buffeted too much while I was floating in it. I peered down at the trees, which appeared to be somewhere between 50 to 100 feet below me (I'm terrible at estimating vertical distances). They were in full green leaf and showed no sign of being blown about excessively by the wind at its current strength. I thought it would be a shame to knock down such beautiful trees, and before I could convince myself otherwise, I felt the air around me destabilizing and woke up.

Things happen in the dream and somehow get me to talking to Dr. Cox and Dr. Kelso on a cruise ship. We are all just chilling out drinking when it dawns on me that we are dreaming. I am not 100% that they are all fake and think that most people might be dreamers. I doubt that the TV show characters are though. I leave them and go to the cabins. What to do? Maybe this would be awesome if the place was under attack! I should restrict myself to no powers and try and save the day! As soon as I think this the boat starts rocking violently like it hit something, but it quickly adjusts and is back to normal. A quick PA announcement lets everyone know that it was nothing. I know that that isn't true. I notice a girl in the walkway. Imagine if the inside of a cruise ship was hollowed out and was more like a hotel on the inside that you could see all the walkways up and a pool at the bottom. The pool was where I was with the Doctor's before.

"They are coming." I say and grab the girl's hand. She looks at me questioningly, but a loud noise on the door and the screeching of an almost zombie like creature makes her trust me more. I rush up a few flights of stairs with her and am at about the 4th level when I think it is too much and jump into a bedroom. I shut the door before any of them see us and she starts thanking me. I think that time is supposed to pass here because she starts acting like we have been in the room for a long time and like she is falling for me. I step outside and it is dark. We go up a few flights of stairs and then start hearing them come down towards us. I jump inside a room and I notice a kid behind us. The kid jumps in the room with us and I allow it since he doesn't seem bit or anything. We are chilling out in a mop closet and he starts convulsing. I am worried that he is turning into a zombie, but he starts transforming into a werewolf. I throw him out of the closet and jump out. Shutting the girl in in the process. I throw him down the floors (about 8 or 10 now) he lands in the pool which apparently has debris now and he gets impaled. I watch as he dies. Must not be a full werewolf. I get jumped by a zombie and I take off running. I almost got bit there! I go in a circle and jump across the ledge. Giving a huge amount of distance between me and the zombie. I take off running at him and he takes off at me. We clash and I slam him off the edge. I go back to the closet and open it up. The girl gives me a hug and we go up more stairs. Almost at the top, we hear noise coming from behind and in front of us. A man that works for the cruise ship starts running and saying that he has everything under control. I watch him get eaten and I jump into a bedroom that is the same style as before. She starts thanking me for everything and her hugs get a little close. She starts acting like we are a couple and I decide that since this is a DC I can just ignore it and it will go away. We spend some time in the room together waiting for it to get quiet. I open the door and see a line of the same exact worker from before, each time saying the same thing each time and heading towards the zombies. After he goes out of sight another one spawns. I go in and grab the girl and tell her that we need to head out. She is really cute I start noticing. I kind of forget how cute and lifelike DCs are. Her hand is really warm and you can feel the fear in her grasp. Dreams are so amazing. OF course this might be another person and SDing I think. If so, it is almost a cruel joke to not use powers. We make it out to the top and we don't run in to anymore zombies. I wake up as we head to the gymnasium that the rest of the survivors were taken apparently. :/ didn't say anything about it, but the TVs were all playing coverage and talking about the zombie attack on a cruise ship.

1. I had just walked into my restroom from my room. I noticed as I walked across the hallway and into the restroom that the house seemed to be empty. I didn't hear any movement, so I thought it was just me. Once I get into the restroom, I turn on the light, close the door, and lock it. After that I (this is where it gets explicit), something in the dream tells me that its time to have some private time with myself. Anyways, After that, and a few unexpected things that I won't go into, I get up off of the floor that I had laid down on and look in the mirror.
I grab my comb which is on the bathroom counter to my right, and start combing my hair. As I am doing so, I immediately notice that I am half bald(wow thats not good). I try combing my hair back to make it look better(didnt help at all lmao) but it did no good. Just then, I look at myself closer in the mirror. I look just as I would in waking life except for my hair and the fact that there are big wire coils spread all throughout my hair. "What the fuck?" I say aloud in disgust. I then realize, "Wait a second, I don't remember putting coils in my hair"(but it didnt occur to me that I was half bald lmao). With that I become lucid once more, but immediately as I do I feel myself go into a transition into the state between dreaming and awake(im just guessing thats what it was). Everything is all black and I can feel myself moving from my restroom in the dream, into my room in waking life. It's a very weird feeling and feels exactly like I had actually just came from the restroom in waking life. It feels like I floated back over to my bed.
As I sit up in bed at 2:30 in the morning trying to figure out what happened, I am stunned and also realized that the restroom in the "dream" or whatever I was in, had a completely opposite layout than my restroom in waking life. By that I mean that my mirror and bathroom counter were on the opposite wall and stuff like that.

2. I am sitting in a court type room with my dad. We are standing up in one of the rows behind the Judge's seat. To my left, there are 4 black men that are dressed in nice suits. The one closest to me is wearing glasses and kind of reminds me of Malcolm X. I look over at my dad and say sarcastically, "I feel less at ease with all of these other guys standing next to me"(i was just kidding). The malcolm x guy looks over at me and says, "Yeah you should feel less at ease".
At this point I am on the verge of lucidity. I look around the court room and out the main exit. Outside of the court I can see alot of people walking around in what looks to be a mall. The floor is marble white and really shiny.

3. I am in Physics class with Ms. Curry and the entire classroom is actually here. Ms. Curry goes around the class and starts handing out Celery sticks of some sort with an orangish/brown dipping sauce. After everyone gets one, she tells us that we can eat it. I put the dipping sauce up to my nose and nearly puke. It smells so strong and so bad, and its crazy how vivid this smell was. I dip my celery stick into the sauce and take a bite or two. "What the fuck this is the worst shit I've ever tasted" I think to myself. This dipping sauce was one of the worst things I have ever tasted in my life and I've never even had it in real life before. The taste was tangy and metallic mixed with another unbearable taste that I cannot even describe.
I felt like I should just throw it all up just to get it over with, but I never throw up so that wasn't an option. I look around and at this point I am on the verge of full lucidity once more. I see everyone else eating their celery and dip with looks of pure disgust on their face. Suddenly Ms. Curry announces to the class as she stands by the doorway, "Now most of you will start to get sick from what I just gave you to eat". I see everyone start to get sick to their stomachs, and you can just tell that they are about to vomit their entire stomach out. "You should start to feel sick and extremely cold". I notice that I am starting to get freezing cold, but I am not feeling sick at all. I had stopped myself from feeling sick, as I always do in waking life. I look around and announce to the class, "Yes, I'm the only one that's not getting sick!". For some reason I felt a great accomplishment because of this.
The cold started getting to me. I felt like I was freezing literally. I contained myself and got up out of my seat. I look out the doorway that Ms. Curry is blocking and I see students walking through the hallways. I wake up and as I do so, the taste of the celery and the dip is still extremely strong in my mouth as if I had actually eaten it, and I wanted to get up and wash my mouth with water.