non-lucid

I was either traveling to China with my father, or already in China. I was in a store looking for a suitcase with a few dudes, then they were replaced by my crush, Jade. One of the suitcases had some glass compartments, and I thought, “they’d be perfect for storing food, even ice cream!”

I saw that my dad had tried to call me on my phone, but my phone didn’t have service anymore. I asked to borrow Jade’s phone, and when I started pressing buttons, the phone was beeping. Jade grabbed the phone from me, hurriedly putting the phone on silent so we wouldn’t be heard. I urged her to hurry up, as people started to gather in the room we were in; they made me uneasy. Some of those people were missing limbs, or were smeared with blood.


Just imagine the blood is a darker shade, closer to purple.

Suddenly all of the merchandise in the room was gone, and there was just a circle of chairs. One man sat in a chair and started sharing a zombie story. Jade got excited and wanted to join.

“Jade, don’t, we have to go.”

“Caenis, you have to do what I say!” Good to know she's demanding even in my dreams. Jade sat down next to the man sharing the story, and quickly began sharing her own zombie story.

I watched the crowd of bloodied and dazed people grow. Anxious, I abandoned Jade, making my way to the front of the store. The front of the store was dark, most of the lights had gone out. There weren’t any more humans, crowds of zombies passed me by. I peered in a room where a human corpse was sitting in a chair, with a severed zombie head on top of his. His head was crushed beneath the zombie head.

I found the exit and wandered the streets. Zombies and humans ran chaotically through the city. Zombie blood sprayed my right cheek. I wiped it off and decided that I wouldn’t turn into a zombie from coming in contact with the blood. I observed a few zombies get struck by lightning, and thought it fitting that even nature was trying to retaliate against the zombies.

I found a nice couple to travel with, and we walked to a Georgian city. We stopped in front of a large, elevated building. I looked up and muttered “No….” It was a train station. Though there were no zombies on the streets of Georgia, I knew zombies would pour out of that train station. People and zombies alike streamed out of the train station, and lightning struck the building causing an explosion.

My hand was torn or bitten off. Determined to not become a zombie, the couple and I suddenly appeared in a room. They amputated part of my arm in hopes that the zombie infection would not spread. “Cauterize the wound” the woman declared while stretching and cutting my skin. My skin was peach-colored and transparent.

It was recommended to me to have a second spinal fusion. I went along with it because I thought it would help. I was in first grade, but I was around 18 years old—as were all the other students.

Despite just having surgery, I was not experiencing any pain. I was hardly participating in the class, and considered using my recent surgery as an excuse. As class went on, my level of discomfort and pain increased. I was about to leave the class when my fiancée showed up. She hugged me from behind, and became extremely irritable and scolded her for touching my back. She hugged me again more gently, but still touched my back, thus causing me pain. We hung out in the classroom, no longer paying attention to the teacher. We rummaged around the teacher’s desk, and asked the teacher if she had an audio jack in her computer. I decided to introduce my fiancée to my teacher, but forgot her name. Mrs. White introduced herself instead. Yet again my back was in great pain.

During lunch, a colleague of Mrs. White’s visited the classroom, and performed some magic. He took several objects, and summoned the same objects from the past. For example, if the object was created in 2000, he would have summoned it from 2000, when it was brand new.

The scene changed, and I was the passenger in a car. The pain was overwhelming. I laid down as best I could in the back seat, resting my head on my fiancée’s lap. I was almost crying from the pain by the end of the dream.

My parents and I were going on vacation to Alaska. A man—a guide presumably—was planning our Alaska trip, but he was not a professional. Then my dream replaced the trip to Alaska with China. We were in a park with a lot of water or fountains. My dad and the guide were walking ahead, leaving a small girl behind—a female relative, I assumed she was my sister or cousin. She was left behind because, though she might have been full of energy at that moment, she’d be too slow or tire out quickly later on. I picked her up and carried her with us, but carrying her around was rather uncomfortable for me.

We were supposed to go to Star River in China, but we went to Star River on the moon instead. We could breathe on the moon, which confused us. We saw astronauts in space suits, and a pile of poop. I poked it before realizing it was poop. The river was dried up, and had been dried up for years, but the erosion was still etched into the moon’s surface. The guide had intentionally misled us there. Other tours were led to the moon’s Star River instead of China’s Star River, it was a tactic used to waste time. We were disappointed that we were not at China’s Star River. We went back to China, and waited for our turn to take a tour of Star River. We waited in a cafeteria.


Interpretation
The moon, Alaska and poop (it looked like my duck’s poop, which I have seen an awful lot of these past few weeks) were all residue from the day before. The little girl might have represented my mother--after all, she was only there when I did not see my mom. My mother is often left out of international travel plans because of her pain and movement issues. My father, sister and I went to China in March without inviting my mother, realizing that she’d be incapable of walking so much. She was rather depressed the week that we were gone, and I’ve felt bad about it ever since. I sometimes view my mother as a child: incapable of managing on her own anymore. I also need a lot of patience with her, like I would with someone younger. I have been offering to help her more at my inconvenience because I know she can’t manage on her own. I also try to protect her from my sisters’ judgements about her, even though my mom drives me crazy too.

I visited the guest bedrooms in my house and found some young girls in there (cousins?). They had hidden away a good dozen or so friends of theirs who had run away from home. The girls were hiding in storage space. They begged me to not tell anyone. A couple of teenage boys appeared and they began to harm the girls in the room. Suddenly civil war broke out. I stepped outside and fishing hooks were being thrown around. I was pierced by fishing hooks twice while walking.

POV left my body and entered the house again. A lady in my house was told to rape a man. She didn't seem too bothered by it, but while having sex with him, she saw a premonition of her future daughter dying at a young age--the daughter she saw was conceived during the rape. She sobbed and yelled "My daughter is dead" while holding onto the face of the man she was forced to have sex with. The man had already died.

The dream moves on to a caretaker and the child she is raising. These women are starving. The caretaker gave chunks of her own flesh to ants, making the ants grow big and fat. She told her ward to take the ants and flee the house--the ants were to serve as food during the young lady's travels. The young lady does not wish to leave, but the caretaker yells at her, so the young lady escapes.

The dream moves on to a group of men and a woman. They have been assigned the task of hunting down a man who has fled the house. This man has caught the gay disease. One man leads the others, trying to convince everyone and himself that being gay is not contagious. He does a poor job of convincing his group. Once they leave the house, they come across a flooded building with floating corpses. A few floors up, and there are sex/groping vending machines. They encounter the girl in the group, and while she is distracted by the sex machines, another man comes up behind her and has sex with her. The girl looks at the man and exclaims "Wow, you're really big." The man replies in a deep Batman voice, "Don't tell the Japanese." Apparently he did not want the Japanese to be jealous of him.

My grandmother allowed my sisters and I to stay at her house and watch TV until her favorite shows came on. Ten minutes before her favorite show airs, we pile into her car and she takes us to a hospital. We didn't go inside, we just walked around the grounds. The hospital looked like my old house, and the hospital was next to Barry Street. Barry is my father's name. I was extremely confused for a moment in the dream.

On the hospital grounds an old man was performing a marriage ceremony for two cats. We met up with my parents. My sisters decided to go into my grandmom's car, and I my parents'. I realized in the car that my sisters were being driven straight home, while my parents were going out to Lowe's. Inconvenient, since I had to pee.

I have no idea how I became lucid. I did the noseplug, and that was successful the first try. By that point it was very dark, I thought maybe I had woken up. I tried imaging myself rubbing my hands together—nothing. I was afraid of moving my real body or fully waking up. I decided to move what I thought was my real hands, and rather than feeling friction, they felt tingly. I was still dreaming. I stared at my palms, and I managed to stabilize my dream a little. I then counted my fingers, and there was an extra on my left hand.

I remember also reading text as an RC. I was on a crowded bus; someone had hairy lumps on his chest/chin. I don’t remember what device I was reading off of, but when I glanced at it a second and third time, the sentence that initially made sense turned into nonsense. I decided to float out of the roof of the bus.

I also decided to crawl around the place, it helped a little in stabilizing my dream more. I felt a little bit of sensation on my limbs, but not as much as I would expect. I had to focus on how everything feels in order to feel any sensation.

So I decided to do some metal bending. I did it simply with thought, and don’t do any cool moves with it, so it was not as exciting as I thought it would be. I decided then to fly. I sprouted wings and took off. I couldn’t feel my wings, and had to focus on their movements if I wanted to feel them at all. I felt no air movement while I was flying. I flew around a fort, and I saw some monster decoration on the ground. I saw two other men flying with bows and arrows. I began following one, but then realized that I could summon my fiancé! I saw a portal next to me and threw myself into it, tumbling. I was in darkness again, and rather than stabilizing I decided to wake up.

Most of the details from the dream are fuzzy now.

I was in school, and I had the same science class as two of my friends. My female friend tried to seduce me in my room, but she was only doing it to use me. She was very tempting, but I shied away from her offer. Then someone else accused me of having feelings toward a male friend, even though I'm engaged. I wasn't quite sure how to handle that situation; the accusation was true, but I didn't like him enough to consider ending my current relationship. The accusation was a waste of breath.

I went to my science class, and in the middle of the lecture, the teacher began discussing lucid dreaming. Even his powerpoint slides had LD pictures. I notice how focused the teacher and the projector screen are on lucid dreams, and I am immediately suspicious. I become a little anxious--I think I was concerned that I would miss an opportunity to become lucid--and plug my nose. I can't tell if it had worked or not; I might have been able to breathe through my nose, but my nose didn't feel anything. The previous time, I distinctly felt the air in my nose. I make sure my mouth is closed, and I try the nose plug again, and I feel the air flowing through my nose.

My alarm goes off. I miss my chance to become lucid.

I went to my fiancé's family's house, and they had a Korean horse. I used to horseback ride when I was young, so I took the horse out and hopped on it. It wasn't wearing a saddle, it only had a bridle and no reins. I was comfortable when the horse was trotting, but then it began galloping. I tried to make the horse stop with commands and by pulling on the mane, but the horse was having none of that. The horse leaped up into the air. It jumped much higher than any of the houses or powerlines. I clutched onto the mane, hoping to stay on the horse. The horse continued jumping several more times, and time seemed to slow down when we were high in the sky. Eventually the horse was satisfied and I scrambled off of it.

My fiancé suddenly had a little sister, and she was having her first period. She was very uncomfortable. Her father was trying to hand her a tampon, and I told him that a pad would probably be better to use in the beginning. The father and sister left to go work out the pad issue, and I saw my pet pig, Hamlet, in the house. Hamlet had been transported all the way to Australia for me! He was contained in a ferret playpen. Hamlet seemed to have mixed feelings about seeing me, I'd try to pet him but he kept nipping at my fingertips.

I started reading a book, and it documented conversations between my fiancé's little sister, and the little sister's real life older sister. First they were discussing periods. Then the real older sister brought up lucid dreams out of the blue and related it to periods.

1.
Something about a fluffy/fuzzy kitten. It was tiny. I was in a cabin with friends.

2.
I remember most of what I did in this dream, but I don’t remember any of the transitions. First I was in my room in the old house picking out clothes. Then I was at school, changing into the clothes. Another guy was taking photos and was in the room with me while I was changing. He declared that he had a boyfriend, so he didn’t want to see me change and turned around. Good to know, I didn’t want him seeing me naked either. I tweezed some hair off my chest while changing.

Then I was back in my old house again. Some friends were in the dining room. One was from my first dream. I walked up to him and exclaimed “YOU! I had a dream about you last night!” That sounded creepy. “…Well, you were IN my dream, I didn’t have one just about you….” I informed him about the cat, and he told me “I’m a dog person.” Good to know.

I went outside and there were ducks and geese all over the place. There were also duck heads laying on the ground. I couldn’t initially tell if they were dead or not. It didn’t quite click that a bodiless bird/animal could not possibly be alive. My sister led me around a corner so we could find some worms. She found a suitable pair of worms, with a line of goo connecting the two. They were initially small and bumpy. My sister handed me one of the worms and told me to squeeze the worm gently. The worm was suddenly as thick as my hand, and I squeezed. Poop erupted out of my sister’s worm, and an instant later my own worm. There was more fecal matter than worm. My sister declared, “I win!” Indeed she had. Her worm exploded poop the fastest, and created more poop than my worm.

3?
So I woke up for WBTB and wanted to try WILD, but had a lot of difficulty falling asleep after that. My mind began to wander. I was with a friend, Dani, and she was drawing while sitting on the floor. There was a mirror reflecting her. I stared at Dani and the reflection in the mirror. They were not exact. I stared a little longer. …There was no mirror! There were two Danis. I silently deduced, “This isn’t real.” I walked over to the original Dani and grabbed her scalp with my right hand. It seemed logical at the time. I think I decided to plug my nose with my left hand too? My head suddenly felt like it was spinning very quickly and I became very dizzy. I became more aware that I was in bed.
It felt more like an elaborate daydream than a lucid dream, or maybe a mix between the two. I also didn’t physically feel anything—clothing, Dani’s head, my body. The only thing I felt was the spinning/dizzy sensation at the very end.

I was at my house, standing in a courtyard. We had three spare bedrooms on one side of the house, and a building with three dilapidated rooms out in a courtyard.

I became soaked, apparently it was pouring outside. I went in my house and into one of the spare bedrooms. I stripped all of my clothes off and hopped into bed. A lady friend of mine was in the room the whole time. Whoops! Clothing goes back on. Lady friend’s boyfriend comes in, and we all hop on a train ride. I think I see mountains and deserts?

The scene changed to being in the dilapidated courtyard rooms, and I was no longer a character in this portion. In the room was a man carrying a huge fish (catfish?) and a woman in a dress; the room they were in was as big as a warehouse. Time seems to skip. The fish is gone, and the woman is naked and bleeding. Blood covers her back, and it smears her stomach and limbs. She’s bleeding, but I can’t see any lacerations. The man believes that the woman is an alien, and is trying to beat the truth out of her. He believes that an alien cannot die. He takes a narrow mixer beater and stabs her in the stomach with it, sliding it across her abdomen and it spins in her abdomen, just like how it would spin in a mixer. The lady whispers “I am not the alien. You are.”

The woman dies, and the man is sad. He looks up and notices that the walls are filled with what used to be babies and people. The lady had killed these people with magic, which caused the people and babies to come back to life as non-sentient blob people. The blob people had magical powers, so the man used the blobs’ magic to bring the lady back to life. Once alive again, the lady takes one of her feet, placing her right hand on the heel and left on the toes. She pushes them together, the foot curving so that the toes and heel become close. A few drops come out of her foot. She squeezes her other foot in the same fashion, squeezing a few drops out of the foot like one would do with a lemon. Her foot potion has healing properties. She shares her foot potion with the alien man to keep them both healthy and to give them clear complexions.

I and a group of other people were being forced to competitively clean swords that were covered in dust and minerals. Initially I was using a large piece of wood to scrape the dirt off of the swords, but then the person managing us came over to me and handing me a large hunk of cement to use. It was too heavy for me. Two other men became fed up with the tasks and tools we were given. They hopped up on horses and made their way toward an exit: big, heavy, red wooden doors. Everyone else tried to stop them, but the men barged through.

Through the doors came several dead ladies. Their skin and dresses were white like chalk, and their eyes were slits in their faces with blood flowing out of them. I ran. Few places were safe, so I wound up in another dead and monster-infested part of town. I fled into a building and met a girl. Three monsters had followed me, so the girl released magic to destroy or repel the monsters. She slumped onto the floor, her hair now lank and black. We weren’t safe in the building, so we discussed moving to another part of town. As we talked, her energy and magic slowly came back to her. Her hair turned bright pink. Apparently her hair was a gauge for how much magic she could use, like a mana/SP gauge.

Together we left the building, traveled in the monster and dead-infested town, and came upon a small house to find shelter and food. The house was not in a safe part of town either, but I contemplated whether I should stay in the house. The family was so pleasant to me and my fellow traveler.

NYC:
I took a train to NYC by myself and was wandering around. I sat down on a bench and set down my two books, then realized that I was lost. I did not bring a map of New York, nor did I remember which route I took from the train station. Somehow I managed to get home. I remember something about a car. I realized that I had forgotten my books in NY, but didn’t care to go back to retrieve them. My grandmother was at my house when I arrived, and she cooked me a meal. She offered to give me money, but I declined her offer. My sisters came home after I ate.

Corset Wrestling:
The next dream I was wandering around a mall, and a man came up to me and asked me to take his place in a competition. I agreed, and was given a corset, stockings, and high heels to wear. No wonder he didn’t want to compete. I changed into the outfit, and my chest changed to fit better into the corset. I looked at my chest in the corset and thought it looked different from usual. I promptly forgot about my new breasts. The corset cups were a few sizes too small for my new breasts, so my nipples would pop out if I moved a lot. The strings used to tie the corset went from my left thigh up to the center of my left breast. Since I had to move a lot, the strings would become loose. When the corset was loose, my left nipple would pop out between the strings. I had to regularly tighten my corset and tuck away my nipples.

I walked out to the wrestling ring. I was wrestling against a man in a t-shirt and jeans, while I was in heels and had a spinal fusion to boot. The objective was to push our opponent out of the ring each round. I tried to convince my opponent and the person judging the match that I was actually a guy, but naturally no one believed me with my breasts bursting out of my corset.

Our match began, and I lost the first round magnificently. The next two rounds I became much more aggressive though. I punched, tackled, and elbowed my way to victory. My reward for winning was $100 for each second that my opponent and I fought. I didn’t know how many seconds that was, but I asked where I could claim my winnings. The wrestling organization refused to give the money to me, and told me to wait for the check in the mail. I remembered fighting in this competition before and never receiving any money, but I had also lost in the previous match.

This dream felt very familiar, so I wonder if this was a sequel to a dream I had years ago. That happens to me occasionally, but not very often. I can’t remember when I had the first dream though, so I think that the first competition was just a false memory in the dream, rather than a dream I had in the past.

I had a few dream fragments too. I was watching Game of Thrones with my fianceé and sibling. Then another fragment with an ill-fitting bathing suit.

4/26 Fragments:
Something about being in war with the Nazis. Robots were involved. I had a discussion with a sentient robot about war and the civilians that died. Then I had to prove to some lady that I was engaged.
Note: I didn't sleep well, so my recall was terrible.

4/27 Fragments:
I was at my grandparents house with a bunch of my friends. I found a friend of mine to chat with, N. I took N by the hand and tried to find a private place for us to talk. I wanted to explain to N that I was very fond of flirting, and that I didn't mean to lead her on. The entire house and hard was swarmed with people, so I gave up on talking privately. I apologized to N twice without explaining why I was apologizing. Then I ignored N to play with another friend's hair.

I was in class, and I realized that my final grade was 43%. I was informed that I could redo an essay to bring my grade up. I tried to calculate how my final grade would be affected by rewriting the essay, but found it impossible to do the math in my head.

4/28 Fragments:
My grandparents were dead, yet I could see their spirits. My sister and I stood in my grandparents' house, and my grandmother was standing by us. My grandfather was giving my family gifts to remember him by, and my sister was getting the house.

My sister and I walked to a park, then went out to dinner with our father. My grandfather followed us, but I was the only one who could see him. My father wandered off in a trance, and began eating an invisible object. He was eating one of my grandmom's cookies, apparently his gift from my grandfather. Shortly after, my grandfather approached me and informed me that he didn't know what to give me, so I would not receive a gift. I sulked for the rest of the dream and thought about gifts I would have enjoyed.

4/29 Settlers of Lion King Catan:
I purchased a couple of birthday presents for my friend E, namely a game that was a mix between the Lion King and Settlers of Catan. E opened the game for us to play, and suddenly my vision was sucked into the game.
In Lion King Catan, a small hippo decides how to gain access to the throne. His father is king, but the king is dying. Someone else, C, is vying for the throne though, and is much more experienced than the year-old hippo. I have no idea what sort of animal C is. C bribed someone to have the ailing king brought out before the hippo. The king was a fish, and looked pale and lifeless. C took out a knife and cut open the fish king along his spine. C spread open the fish king, and began scraping out the meat inside the king fish. C ate the meat he carved out, the king fish still alive. The king slowly died an agonizing death. The hippo was too traumatized and frightened to lash out at C.

4/30 Heavy Rain and more war:
This dream reminded me of the game Heavy Rain because of the colors and scenes. The beginning of the dream was pretty fragmenty, with people running around a dark building trying to not die.

The next part I was in a class. I was waiting for a professor so I could take the final exam. The professor entered the room and announced that the test was cancelled, we were being taken to become soldiers for the war. We suited up and were driven out to a battle field, watching the destruction pass by as we approached the action. The truck arrived at the center of the battlefield, and I was handed a metal detector and flamethrower. We were given metal detectors so that when we ran out of fuel for our flame thrower, we could search for more fuel cylinders or a new weapon among the dead in the field. I swiped two extra fuel cylinders, and walked into battle.

I went out with my sister and father, and argued with them. My privileges were removed, so I turned my car key over to my father. I was furious. My father drove us home. I withdrew to my room to find that it had been ransacked, for my parents had suspected that I was hoarding pigs in the house. My sister was the one keeping the pigs though. These pigs were quite rare, and she informed us that we'd be heartless people if we did not care for them. I became angry and jealous that it was acceptable for Dana to keep pigs in the house. I imagined that I would have been punished if I had brought them home. I then contemplated asking to take one from my sister.
Then the scene changed. My fiancé was coming to visit, and I was angry because I still did not have car privileges and I could not easily leave the house. We decided to push my car into a neighbor's yard to make it seem like we had left in my car, despite me not having the key. We planned to stay at a bed and breakfast for a night or two.
Then the scene changed again. My fiancé didn't exist, and I was ten years old. I was still angry with the world and grounded. We shared the house with a lady, so I went to her room to cool off. The neighbor got some water for me. When I drank out of the cup, I realized I had bit into my dream pet fish. It was dead. My mother appeared and claimed it was an ill omen, while my father claimed it was a good meal.
We weren't allowed to travel outside because it was flooding, and the pouring rain was very harmful. My father pulled us out onto the porch to show us that the rain was taking the water out of the houses, grass, and people. I was afraid to be hit by the rain on our porch. Since the rain was removing color from people and objects, I imagined the raindrops would cause me pain.

Fragment 1: My high school friends came to the house, which actually looked more like my uncle's house than my own. I suggested that they all go into the basement while I put on clean clothes. I offered pizza to my friends and family before I went upstairs to change. I hugged one of my friends, and I might have gone to a grocery store.

Fragment 2: I was helping to roll up feathers, debris and grass clippings on a field with my friends. The field vaguely reminded me of Green Hill Zone from Sonic. After cleaning, I was holding a tub of fried chicken strips, and I let a buddy of mine take a piece. He chose a piece that was just a couple of coarse hairs attached to a skin flake. The hair and skin reminded me of my pig's, except pink and fried. My friend ate the fried skin and hair, unperturbed.

Fragment 3: I was driving around in my car. I was out on the road at 6:47AM, and the two closest gas stations were closed. I figured that one would open at about 7, so instead of just parking and waiting, I drove back and forth between the two, hoping that one of the gas stations would open before I ran out of gas. I paid for the gas with a credit card.

I began my dream as a transgendered African-American lady. I believe I had been biologically male at birth, but had gotten surgery in order to make me female. I had a child, and initially I thought it was biologically mine. Then I realized that even with a surgery to give me lady parts, that didn't mean I'd be able to give birth. I became confused and wondered if maybe the child was birthed by my sister, who was also African-American in this dream. I asked my sister to watch my/her(?) child while I traveled. All I remember from traveling is seeing traffic lights.

Then I remember being at my family's house, but they didn't feel very familiar to me initially--none of them were my waking life family. I spent some time with my mother and sister, and then became drawn to a closet. Without asking, I determined that my brother had gotten trapped in there recently. My brother had dressed up as a girl, stepped into the closet and closed the door. Once the door was closed and he was inside, the closet refused to let him out. The closet had detained him because he was crossdressing. Someone else had to open the closet door from the outside to let him out.

While my father (he looked like my real dad) was watching TV, I went into the closet and shut the door. I felt that the transgender closet was a trial I had to overcome, and that it would lead to an epiphany. As expected, the closet door would not open once I was inside. I pried my fingers beneath the door and pulled. I quickly panicked, and for an hour I yelled, screamed and cried until my father heard me and opened the door. The transgender closed helped me realize and accept my gender, not sure how. Once I was freed from the closet, my brother entered the house. He has just finished mowing the lawn. I was very happy to see him, but he didn't want to talk to me out of nervousness and shyness. He was probably uncomfortable because I knew about his crossdressing and his experience with the closet.

Then I somehow obtained the ability to travel back in time, I believe my brother taught me. I drew two squares in the air with my hand, and that was the key to time travel. I traveled back in time to a couple of places that my dream claimed that I had visited. I time traveled back to the time I was in the closet. Now, when a person time travels, he/she left a sort of square water mark at the places and times that they departed from. Upon time traveling into the closet again, I saw a square water mark not left by me. My brother had arrived and left the closet via time travel. He had traveled to every single place I had visited myself. He appeared to have followed me via time travel, and had showed me the way.

Then I had a computer screen in front of me. It inquired whether I wanted to borrow books about time travel, and if I had already had experience with it. I declined the screen's offer to borrow books due to my new knowledge and experience with it.