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In Victorian times, I am spending some time at some kind of resort in the mountains. They have a kind of cinema complex but it is actually several small rooms, very cozy, with sofas, for very private screenings of only a half a dozen people. There is a table with tea and coffee for self-serving. Oh, and I am famous. I just had to run away with my friends to reach the room (nr 10) that we had booked, while being chased by curious fans.

At the set of a movie. Something historic. Being filmed in a big building where the story actually happened in RL. It is the first day of shootings and the actors and dozens of extras are getting into their places for a rehearsal. But I have no clue about my character. I got an envelope with papers with that info but there is no time to read it. I go from room to room asking people to help me out, but the team of directors and other professionals are so busy they don't even care. I find a room which seems like a courtroom with people seated and decide to sit in the back and read the papers. They say my main character is Caribbean and my name is N'iogo Kagada. That makes no sense at all and I talk to someone in front of me who also finds it absurd. Then I read further and it says my actual name given by my parents is Karen Vans, but I adopted a new name and nationality later on. Still doesn't make much sense. I also don't have the script and don't know where to stand and what are my lines.

I was with my father and my cousin and aunt. We were in my old house and I thought it was odd that they were there. I was trying to remember when did they arrive in America. And then I caught my self in the thought and realize there's no way they could possibly be here. I haven't left America to travel to their country yet. I became lucid but it was like the dream was trying to pull me out of it to wake up. I tried my best to hold on to the awareness but instead everything went dark. I lost my lucidity and found myself seeing a gray screen with static. As if I was inside the screen of a television with no signal. I became lucid again during in this void and suddenly as I am looking around notice I have no body. I wake up.

2019, 05-24

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I am in a green place with trees around. I don’t recognize it. I look around and I see an old burned out house that may once have been a farmhouse. There is also a burned out barn and a small cabin. The cabin is the only part not burned. I head towards the cabin. When I get closer I see a man with long white hair pulling clothes off of a line and throwing them in a pile in a muddy patch near a spring. He then proceeds to whip out his member and begins urinating all over the clothes. I approach the man and ask what he thinks he’s doing? Pissing on someone’s clothes? How old is he? Five? Because no one older than that would be acting so immature. The man looks over at me, and in that instant I know who he is. It’s Eldred Jonas from the Dark Tower books, and he’s pissing on Roland’s, Cuthbert’s, and Alain’s clothes! Yuck!

Jonas doesn’t do much of a double take, he pulls his gun and says it’s too bad I happened to come by here at the wrong time. It’s too bad for me, that is. I just laugh. He points his gun at me and asks if I have any last words. I say as a matter of fact, I do. I have three last words. He tells me to hurry up and say them. So I do. I shout them. FUS-RO-DAH! Jonas is propelled backwards by the Unrelenting Force shout and crashes into a tree, falling into some tall grass. He struggles to get up. He does so and points his gun in my direction. I use another thu’um, the Disarm shout. ZUUN-HAAL-VIIK! The gun falls from his hand into the tall grass. He is saying he doesn’t know what manner of witchcraft I’m using, it won’t save me. He is frantically searching the grass for his gun. So I fus him again since once didn’t get the point across. FUS-RO-DAH! Jonas is propelled even farther away. Now he seems to get the point. He turns tail and runs, clearly deciding my witchcraft is too much for him. I retrieve Jonas’ gun and then go over to the cabin and sit on one of three chairs, I will wait to make sure Jonas doesn’t return.

After I wait on the porch for a while the three young men return early in the afternoon. They see the pile of clothes and then they see me. I tell them about catching Eldred Jonas in the process of vandalizing their place, but I sent him packing with a fus to the ass. I say I only wish I’d found him doing something bad on The Drop. Then I could fus him right off of the edge! That would be amusing. I decide that will be a future dream goal... fus Eldred Jonas off of The Drop. Of course none of the three young men know what I mean when I say I fus’d Jonas... I’m not sure how to explain it without fus’ing one of them. I don’t have much time to think about it before I wake up.