dream fragment

I'm using the Subliminal technique to induce some kind of results. The first night as you readers would know I fell flat on my face pretty good due to stress. This was after I listened to the full song, nothing for the second night when I tried 15 minutes each. But now I listened to the entire first song and I ended up with some reasonable results.

Results:
everything was a bit more vivid and I remember so much more, it is still coming to me in pieces, but I'm grateful it's even coming to me at all . I'm surprised I'm able to even have a few memories of the first dream out of the 3. Before it was just one semi vivid shot. What I find also weird was the the fact that I barely remember the transitions from dream to dream, but I saw them for the first time. I thought my dreams just skipped O.o

The Dream:
Dream 1 had me and my little bro in it. We we're working together to get out of this weird water plant of some sort. It was an obstacle course kind of like those crazy Japanese game shows where people get the shiz knocked out of them. But this course required me and my brother's team work to figure out the landscape, and find the switches to help us find another exit. I'm pretty sure that if either of us did something wrong then we' fall into whatever kind of crazy water that was. I was in a metal lift and I was watching my brother work his way to a switch. I was hoping he'd hit the right one. He shimmied his way to it then he hit the switch and the lift worked. After that we were both trying to get out of there through a small door way on the floor.

The second dream came after this, as I said I barely remember the transitions but the fact that I have a fragment is something at least. Anyway; the second dream merges with the third one. after me and my bro fall through the little trap door, the scene changes. There is a weird fiery place where these creatures live and people die. There were catwalks everywhere that allowed us to walk over all of the molten metal carnage, but after that the 3rd dream transitions in and both work hand and hand to make the next plot.

The third dream (or section) had me, and almost everyone I know as of now located in this huge store warehouse next to a shore. Everyone in this place camped out, and chilled here. However I think there was more to it than just having a good time. Inside this warehouse there was a small entrance on the floor somewhere that allowed the creatures to come in and cause a ruckus. We had to run and take cover behind the giant isle shelves in order to keep out of reach of them as they stormed in. I remember this happening twice, and I was frantically trying to get something before they came the 1st time. I was around the house cleaning appliances section, and right in front of me I saw bathroom toilet papers in a nice stack. Other parts of the dream had me looking ou in the docking area of the warehouse where a ship could come in and directly have it's cargo unloaded into the warehouse. But instead there was a tent out there where someone from my class was. the little tent was on a float of some sort. Next to that there was a dock that allowed passage to the tent, and it was also where the scene outside changes between a parking lot and a dock. a car was out there (I think it was my car) and I walked up to it. I could see inside it, and I could see the little droplets of rain running down the car surface as I walked around it. There was also another section of the dream where I saw all 3 of my friends and some other ones. And we were sitting together somewhere and I was talking to them. the dream ended when everyone went into the place where the monsters were and confronted them. I remember only so much, but the things I do remember are vivid. And I would consider this a dream sign because it is happening more than once. There was a small waterfall of tar that was coming from somewhere in this place, and it ran down a moving escalator of some sort. As I looked at it, the tar ran down ahead and revealed countless skeletons. These skeletons were picked dry of everything; probably by the tar.

There were a number of other small things that I remember that are avoiding me right now. But the fact is that I'm surprised the vividness was to the level that it was in this dream. Now if this had been either an epic dream, or one of those dreams that I have on rare occasions that have a mass amount of detail, then I think there would be a lot of potential there. Especially the vivid dreams, which in their own category are entirely epic in every sense of the meaning. Those I'll cover some other time. I'm going to start trying to squeeze both songs in to see what kind of result I get starting tonight. Hopefully the results are some kind of lucidity, so I can work from there and my brain doesn't have an epic fart and send me into a tail spin so bad that my subconscious mind gets sent into the next astral plain and back. XD

Vicky (from the Fairly Odd Parents show) went up to this black guy called Raphael. She asked him for his shades and he said no and walked away. Then later she stole his shades, his jacket, and a gigantic diamond from him. Then she went on a date with him at a baseball game!

Two guys called Amir and Jake were standing on the edge of a volcano. They decided to jump in for some odd reason I guess, and about 5 minutes later, they showed up and told me they went into the lava and swam out some tunnel inside the volcano.

1) some sort of quest. I am at work. I talk to Michelle and Joyce. Something about my daughters. I inspect a crimp termination.

2) I am in a bathroom stall. The toilet over flows when I flush. Shit water to my waist. My wife tries to help but I send her out.

# Why am I dreaming so much about shit and bad bathroom experiences? I vow to RC every time I go!

The first dream was about sleeping with my friends mum and it was great. It did feel like I was in control as the son walked in and I remember commanding in my head that he would be okay with it and that he would leave. Although when it was getting to the climax she disappeared and then I went out the room to try and find her (it was dark) someone came out of nowhere and grabbed me. I woke up but I wasn't actually awake. I was in bed in a bedroom similar to mine but not totally similar and there was a dog with big floppy ears at the edge of the bed just looking at me and licking it's paws. I was trying to move but I couldn't. I knew this was SP but didn't know what to do and then eventually woke up.

I was still quite groggy when I woke up and knew this state would be prime to falling back into it. Soon enough I was entering a car with a guy and we were going somewhere in a rush (felt like we were the cartel or something) and I was aware that I was dreaming again and the first thing I wanted to do was have sex. So I created a brothel and told the guy driving to stop. I got to the door of the brothel and remember laughing and looking at the letters on the door (the name of the brothel) and said to myself "not it's not called that" and thinked of another name in my head, looked away and returned my gaze and it had changed. I can only remember the letters MU. I'm not sure. I know letters and numbers aren't meant to come up in lucid dreams, basically i think it was just gibberish. I went inside and it was your typical brothel stairway to the left dotted with alluring women. i confronted the first one and said "I want you" and she said that she wasn't for sale. So I walked up the stairs and at the head of the stairs pointed at a women who I initially was a bit off put by her as she looked old. As I got closer though she was younger than i expected. She was wearing a yellow/ golden tunic type thing and she looked at me and stretched the black material she had underneath. We walked into her room and I was so excited but then I started to fear the snatcher guy that was in the last dream and started to panic. I tried focusing on the room but it became all blurry. I started to search for the guy in all the corners of the room and thought he was t the door.

Dreaming in this way is very hard because your constantly dealing with your sub conscience i.e when I was sleeping with my friends mum I kept worrying whether my friend would appear and sure enough he did. Maybe I should stop trying to do things that are so wrong! Although these dreams didn't feel like I was totally in control. I mean I could move around in them and that but the events that were taking place were hard to keep tabs on.

As for the second dream I woke up but again it was in this similar but slightly different bedroom as before. and there was the dog nonchalantly looking at me. This time I shouted wake up! and tried to move my hand but all I could see was a blur of a hand rather than physical movement. Whilst this dog kept sitting there.

What does the dog mean?

How do I get a better grip on these things?

Can you ever not wake up from SP?

Random TV Clip
I was in some studio or room that was quite small - everything was bright, modern and futuristic. I remember looking at the TV and seeing the intro animation for The National (news show on CBC Canada), but it was a very old version from the late 2000's. It was quite funny because it was so modern looking and the TV clip was so old. I should have realized and became lucid, but I wasn't focusing right.

Bullying
This one is weird. I was in my garage and I remember being approached by some weird boys (I'm guessing I was being like a little version of myself) and I remember them beating me up. I didn't get bullied when I was little (and even now for that matter) so I don't exactly know why I had this dream. The scene continued on my front yard - I remember hearing them say something like they were doing the 'track brace' or 'train' something to me. In the moment, I was actually pretty freaked out and felt helpless.

Non-dream Dream

Dream 1:

I am in New York during the terrorist attacks. I am in a raft in the ocean by the statue of liberty. I find a rocky shore and paddle to it. There is a hiking trail there which I follow up to a railing. Over this railing is a very long fall down into the ocean. Mac, Charlie (from Always Sunny in Philadelphia) and I take turns faking the jump.

Dream 2:

There is a crazy driver in my neighborhood driving on the sidewalks and on peoples lawns. It is a blue car. He almost hits two small children. I am the only one running after him trying to stop him. I yell at all of my neighbors for not helping me. A raccoon jumps out of the blue car and starts tormenting me. It knows how to manipulate / create electricity and it tries to shock me. I manage to lock it in the bedroom (which at this point is my parent's room on Pam Ln). Then I call 911 and wake up.

Dream 3:

Some chick, I think it is TE, is sitting at a bar with me. JG, my old boss, is there as well. TE is willing to do all kinds of sexual favors in exchange for chores. It was really really fun.

#1
Non-lucid.

I'm in a bus with A,B,C,D. B is a new friend I 'just met'. C is acting real high, while D just looks out the window. Suddenly B and A start getting it on, C sits beside me. For some reason it seems the funniest thing that could have happened, I'm laughing so hard along with D The act looks real weird.

I try to be decent and turn out towards the window, and the dream fades.

#2

Again, non-lucid.
I see four pairs of feet in a circle and a kitten. The kitty seems to be licking each foot. For some reason I don't want that to happen with me, but the furball goes ahead. Sensation seems authentic. I wake

Date: 18/07/2012
Place: My bed
Time of getting into bed: 00.30am
100mg B6 before bed, also 60mg Ginkgo & 160mg Ginseng

Waking thoughts in black
Non lucid dreams in blue
Lucid dreams in red

Last night, I woke after each dream as usual to write in the DJ, but was so tired for some reason I didn't record anything. This is not like me AT ALL. I was ill during the day, and had a lot of painkillers so I blame this. However when waking for the day (11.30am) I was sooo tired I kept falling back to sleep, and as I did I had short, very unstable lucid dreams. I experimented with them a bit, I could fall asleep instantly and control the dream, the dream stemmed from whatever I was thinking about as I was falling asleep. It was quite fun.

Dream 1 - non lucid
3 Indian guys on a motorbike come and pick me up. As I can't fit on the bike with them, 2 of them hop off and get a bus. We drive to a small, shack-like place, where I am taken upstairs and sit at a table watching a TV. The man who rode with me sits with me, and gives me an Orange to eat. I lived in India for some time, and often visited places like this to chill out. the locals would give me lifts on their bikes. I feel a hot breath on my knee under the table, and looking under I see a big bull sniffing me. He's not meaning any harm, so I ignore him and he walks away. Later he comes back, sniffing around for food. I throw my Orange peel to him and he gobbles it up, clearly very hungry. He then realised I have segments of Oranges, and comes towards me. I throw a few to distract him, and he runs after them, gobbles them up again and runs towards me, eager for more. I panic, thinking he will accidentally hurt me, my hands smell of Oranges and I'm scared he'll charge or bite me. He does charge, but I jump out of the way and escape.
I fed cows in India when they wandered in the restaurants hungry. I also saw an anti bull-fighting poster before going to bed.

Dream 2 - non lucid
I have trained a cute kitten to do magic tricks with custard creams. People are watching and think it is amazing, but I have a secret trick that makes it easy. I make the kitten count out piles of biscuits, and everyone is impressed.

Dream 3 - lucid fragments

I wake up for the day, but I'm so tired I drift off to sleep, then wake up again after 5 minutes, and drift off again. I do this for about an hour, soon, as I drift off I have lucid dreams. They are short and very unstable and not vivid at all. More like thoughts or daydreams that move into lucid dreams. The following fragments were broken up by waking and conversations with RL people.
I am sat on a bed, talking to a hot guy. I have full control, and know I am dreaming but the dream is not stable or vivid, I just imagine things happening, and they do. I have conversations with DCs mostly, the dreams revolve around trying to get laid as I am pretty horny. I start a sexual scenario and convince a DC to engage in it because I just 'believe he will' because he is part of my own mind. In which turns out to increase the vividness and surprises me because it is so realistic. I wake up before I finish.

July the 17th
I insist on this day being a special day at school, some lessons would not take place.

July the 16th

I started practicing my dream recall this day. This is the first dream since years now.
I am in school as some friend tries to convince me to create a facebook account.

The sun is overwhelmingly too bright; it is literally burning my skin red. The heat is just unbearable. You could probably make a fried egg from heated asphalt. A view of parking or almost melting cars in annoyingly straight, accurate line looks distorted from heat waves. I bet it’ll be like an oven inside there.

I did not have any supper last night, so I’m ‘very’ hungry in a dream. My stomach aches with hunger. My throat seems to have some sand in there, its painfully poking and quenching for a fire extinguisher.

OMG at this point I can either become living bacon or die from starvation, so I looked around… …

A tickling wind, full of dryness, gently carries an alluring smell.

It is like seeing a paradisiacal oasis in a scorching desert.

A mouthful of juicy fried chicken, glossy ketchup shining like a sweet red lipstick, and… … an addicting CRAB BURGAR!!! Ah~ I cannot miss a stinging soda pop (^_^) drinking a nice cup of ice-floating coke will be THE highlight in this damn weather.

Foods that can full you with smells~~!!
I can already feel my mouth waters.

Grrr…… My stomach let out pitiful sounds of grumble.
This… … this is irresistible… Can’t help it~~

I ran straight towards the root of the smell with sweaty feet. The name McDonald where I despised as an axis of evil for mass producing fast-food, increasing obese population was not a concern at this point. There would be a clean cool air condition…. In….

As I pant through an automatic glass door was… refreshing my… …

There was a messy mass crowd.

Flocking tightly like ugly ants, they were densely crowded in front of the order line. They must be owners of those cars at the parking lots; they were like desperate people at a market on doomsday. They were frantically reaching counters in an urgent hurry. No order, no straight lines from the parking lot can be seen in this chaos.

Is there a special discount or what?

It was at least dry out there. God… in this restricted space with ‘this’ amount of people… Moist and heat from cooking foods and people made such a harmonious combination to create an unbearable humidity. They must have taken some kind of hideous drugs in a group; acting like possessed demon, hurling and pushing like mad bulls. I am shocked and absolutely disgusted with the horrifying scene of HELL.

Should I get in? Out?
I hesitated from the entrance, when I felt a sudden push from a big bear like man behind; entering, and was forced to thrust myself into an embarrassing looking line, or more like a crowd.

AH~~ AARK~~!! I’m squished~! Heat rash~!

I am already sweating - my clothes wet, and the yucky smell, of closely attached people cannot be covered with what once was an adoring food smell.

So this is how it looks like when people get insane together. Their own greediness fluently allows them to step over one another like zombies; slowing the line. Maybe school students are learning about morality because for this evilness every human has. I am shocked with this unexpected chaos, seeing such hypocrisy as human in general; openly allow me to infinitely disgust those hurling beasts. (Especially to the bear like man, smothering his armpit directly ‘on’ my face)

I am not going to abandon my dignity like those hideous creatures. Haste makes…. wa… waste… Servers are working with speed. There are only three in front of my line.

When’s my turn?
I annoyingly traced my side of server and then had to bulge my eyes with amazement.

In middle of this moist filled, swaying heat hellish condition, there was a cook; sweating and working hard with his passion. There was no haste in his every motion; placing a juicy patty on a toasted bun. Every move has its old, significant meanings like… … Kung-Fu, I can see the soul of artist in simple swift as flipping patties. It is a totally different class of passion from a selfish greed. His sweaty shirts, overwhelming conditions, terrifying beasts…. Yes… like a blossoming lotus from murky mud. He has a halo of enlightened light; glowing.

This IS a touching sensation. That’s the taste of an artist; every beads of his sweat adds to the heavenly flavor. I can partly agree with their craziness… the burger… looked so beautifully scrumptious, I unconsciously gulped for hunger.

“(Sour-sweet) chickens and a (melting) crab burger. Here’s the large size cup, drink is a self, sir ~♡”

Ha…
Siren cannot be as adoring as this voice.

Be… pa…patient… I MADE a commitment. Got to keep… li… lining… for chicken! Fries! Coke!

Servers’ hands are rescuing desperate refugees. Well in this situation it can be rightly called as Hands of God. Teasing hands shakes fries from oil are… indescribable. Servers pick customers as they like; giving order, such action divided grief and thrilled excitement among beasts.

That lucky fellow over there got food from the counter; voraciously devouring them as if his life is on thread. He sensed my stunned stare and fiercely glared back at me with flashing eyes full of madness

Maybe that’s a drug burger.

Famished devils scrounge around the counter; those who gets the food gulp without chewing. Those passionate mass customers must give them plenty of revenue.

Just then……
I found a piece of chicken, covered with dust. Must have been flown away by a fight.

Should I…… eat… it?

I furiously shake my head side to side.
Trial must be overcome for a hero.
Non~~!! Can’t lose my wits~~!! That tiny piece of chicken can’t… de…FEAT me~!!

Energetic pledge allowed me to cowardly push the tempting chicken to the side with my right foot. Simultaneously the extremely irritating bear-like man snatched it with an amazing speed; comparable to an eagle striking a fish, and smoothly threw it into his mouth, smiling in satisfaction. Such an aversion scene helplessly gave me goose bumps.

‘Were you that hungry?’
I blankly stared at this huge looking man with astonishment.

There’s a rouse

In this highly dense population in this small cramming store, overflowing with heat and humidity, everyone’s tempers are at the peak, it is expected. As if gabbing and struggling was not enough, two hot-headed beasts are punching each others with their fist.

But… the problem is…
Shit! Its right in front of me!

God is giving me this time of trial for what? I was trying to be a decent ‘human’ for God’s sake! This is OUTRAGEOUS! Other lines are going forth and forth, why me? Why now?

Those two animals are completely oblivious of other people waiting in line. They are now barking each others at top of their throat; there was a forming crowd surrounding them, cautiously holding their precious food. The sight just gives me a fret. Unfortunately I was swept around by that mess and ended up unwilling had a best sit; wide open close to the fist fight.

I am dying with hunger and those two ass-holes are observing each others; each carrying a dagger and a shield like gladiators. Blood thirsty crowds are showing vain on their neck roaring for blood.

This troublesome scene made my head ache with anger. I gave a pleading glance to a server; wearing a blue cap, to help me, but he gave an awkward smile and set off for a better view.

I sigh… (Ha….)

What’s this… I was just hungry and came to this damn store, eating like decent dignified human as a straight bamboo stick, waiting in line. And now… there are beasts happily enjoying their food with such teasingly gorgeous scent, and I can’t stand in the line for these asses, and my only seemingly savior the server deserted me for this violence.

I felt a bitter betrayal. A burning, volcanic fire slithers its tongue within my deepest heart.

What have I endured this for! What’s the reward for being such human? Even that bear-like man is gorging on his chicken! Why can’t I? Bullshit! This is all bullshit! I hate you all! I HATE this weather!

I was about to explode my suppressed madness out to the world; screaming and shouting my lungs out. But… a thin string of conscious allowed me to ‘think’ more rationally. Instead of wastefully spending my calories, I should go and order my food for good. So I stressfully and aggressively pushed others to side towards the counter.

Suffocating heat from those maniacs are relieving here. I can comfortably breathe now. I gave a deep breath to exhale some negativity. A bit of sense knocked my brain with relief.

I pitifully gave a quick look at that clumsy bunch.
Tut, I would usefully use my time to order food then fighting like dogs.

All those beasts must have gone through now. I wonder where those servers went (too obvious) only a hard working girl with a pony tail was at the counter; organizing stocks and cleaning. The look of responsibility gave me a favorable impression.

I must be the last customer in line. How did I wait … for … so long… I felt a sudden abruption of anger arousing from stomach, so I quickly spat out my order. I will have much and slowly satisfy my victory soon.

“Fried chicken, a large size crab burger, medium French Fries, super-size cu…p…”

The woman gave a questioning look of wonder.
“We’re out”







What????????

Non-dream Dream

Dream 1:

I am doing shrooms with the cast of Workaholics on the driveway at my old Anaheim house. We are tripping out in a gym on our roller blades watching some girls play basketball. We also get some physics lessons from a teacher. I think we are at Cal State Dominguez Hills. Tupac is also there. Some guy keeps banging the chick I am with so I have to give him $200 to never bang her again.

Nonlucid Lucid

I am in my school's parking lot. I see a white horse in one of the parking spaces. Suddenly it gallops away. I look at the security guard and say, "We have to catch it!". He looks at me and replies, "Okay. Hop on my back." I was like wuuuut?! Then he turns into a huge brown horse before my eyes.

The scene changes and I am on top of a building, trying to stay away from an explosion down below. I hear the BOOM! and shield myself with my arms. No good, I get hit by shrapnel anyway. I look at my hands and I see dozens of deep gashes, oozing with blood. I only feel pressure though, no pain. This makes me wonder.

I become lucid. By the time I looked away from my hands and at my surroundings, I was already outside my house. I walk slowly around and rub my hands to stabilize. I reach the street and see a random DC whom I don't recognize. I decide to shoot him, just for fun (No, I am not promoting shooting for fun! lol)

I don't have a gun in my hand, so I close my eyes for a brief moment and imagine a gun materializing. When I open my eyes again, I am holding a small revolver. I aim at the DC and shoot. He drops to the ground. Then I notice a police officer a few meters away, watching me with wide eyes. I stand there for a moment, trying to figure out what he's gonna do. He grabs his walkie-talkie and says some alert code into it. I see a car near me, with a man on the passenger seat. I get in the driver's seat and drive away. I'm thinking about just flying away or something, but I don't seem to have good control, so I decide to follow the dream instead. Some police cars are chasing me. I realize I'm out of gas, so I stop at a petrol station. Oddly, the police stop as well to give me time to refuel hahahaha.

I grab the fuel nozzle thing and press some numbers on the digital interface thing. Not sure what happens after this, I remember trying to read the numbers properly, but I lose lucidity sometime in between.

I think… … I’m dead.

I can’t be too sure, because I do not recall the time of my death, and I’m now floating around the air like a ghost. My body is defying a law of gravity, but I do not have any sensation of flying. My vision is on the air, that’s all. Anyway I’m now stalking a middle school girl with impressive cherry blossom coloured hair like Sakura (from Naruto). She is a ghost whisperer who can ‘see,’ and communicate with (almost a ghost-like) myself.
I cannot remember what we talked about, but there was another yellow hair girl who can also ‘talk’ to me like a normal person.

‘I wonder if kids nowadays can talk to a ghost.’

Other students in a classroom have not noticed my presence yet, so I guess those two girls are special. Maybe they are best friend who sharing secrets about a ghost.

Another intriguing fact was that the teacher in front of the classroom can ‘see’ me. She looked directly into my eyes, “Who’s the intruder~ hm?” And gave a sly fox like smile that mazes other students.

I did have a hectic day with the cherry blossomed hair and we left the school together. Those two ghost whisperers lives in different directions, I hesitated for a moment to choose who to follow. ‘Yellow hair?’
I decided to follow the cherry blossomed hair that had spent more time with me.
As we went down for a subway station, she kindly offered me some white cream

‘But I’m a ghost…’

She insisted that it was full of nutrients good for my skin. I hesitantly took her offer.
Ha… (sigh) I’m a ghost… who cares about skin?

I decided to reconcile this situation by applying the cream on my face. A bit of cream had a sweet taste, there must be some honey mixed with it.
I do not recall of getting on a subway, but I met a very scary looking obese lady along the way. For some reason, the lady was steaming with anger. All of sudden this lady; coloured with red and purple, roared out an evil dark cry and stormed toward us as we casually walked.

‘I guess this cream is tempting her.’

She must have some kind of diabetes, addicted to sugar. I yelled and abruptly pushed the Cherry Blossom Hair.

Run quick! Get up the (subway station) stairs!!

I faced this dangerous lady charging like a mad bull.
I struggled with her, tossing and slapping her ugly and oily face. A boldness locked inside my heart was released and I won! Before I could even taste a momentous victory, I ran upstairs; worrying about the girl.

‘Is she safe? She should be…’
The fat hazard is now clear, but I still shivered with unknown easiness.
She was lifelessly lying face down on asphalt. She is only few steps away from the stairs… Why? Is she lacking stamina? Fortunately there was a shabby hospital across a street. I put her left arm around my neck, and carried or rather dragged her towards the building at a green signal. Her unconscious body kept slipping away from my grip; drooping. Is it because I’m a ghost? I’ve been fine till… now… her limp body is heavier than usual.

Just before I finished crossing, I lost the grip, and she went head first, hitting the cold, black asphalt. Is she really dead? Is it because of me? Maybe I was unconsciously harming her by stealing her energy. Why is she like this?

Ah… a sign’s going to be red now… need to hurry up. I gathered my anxiety and nimbly avoid cars with temper. I barely held her by my side, and finally entered an automatic glass door to the small hospital.

This poor looking hospital even had a reception. A leisurely sited nurse and an old homeless looking man, lazily crossing his legs on a long, comfy but worn out chair where patients are supposed to sit. The man was supposedly a doctor wearing a white gown; turning yellow. He absent mindedly stared at us for a second; he put one arm on the chair and held his cigarette between his fingers. He lightly tapped it into a cigar pot, and bit it again.

He snatched the girl away from me, roughly laying her on the chair for a close inspection.
I got agitated and frustrated with his lame behavior, but couldn’t say a word to someone who might figure the problem. He exceedingly fanned my anger with a deep puff of smoke, and slowly asked,

“What do you think?”

‘Such a Quack Doctor!! Is he asking ME for a symptom?’

I fidgeted with anxiety and briefly answered, “Too much sugar?” He seemed disappointed and listed “Tomato… Vegie…” and comfortably threw himself on an opposite chair with arousing grey dust; lying.

OMG Cherry Blossomed Hair is now twitching her whole body.

Is she really dying? For going upstairs? She’s kind… what do I do?

I decided to just give the story the old, bored looking quack Dr. wanted:
Once upon a time there was a three-year-old baby. A ten-year-old kid was fretting with its wooden expression. So the kid tried to grab its attention by shaking noisy toys. But the chic three-year-old wouldn’t budge. The kid pushed a sound making book, and a little bell that suppose to give a giggle. When he was finished, he cautiously looked at three-years-old with twinkling expectation.
The three-year-old was still blankly stared at one point, but the kid felt the world stopped.... for a moment.

The three-year-old smiled.

The kid thought. For 10 seconds,
the world seems to hold a breath around the three-year-old.
Yes… you know… that… I was unknowingly ignoring the girl by trying to pick a right word to describe this.

The quack Dr. tired of waiting gave another puff, and continued.

Ye~ah… right…
so for 10 seconds the ten-year-old kid fell in LOVE with three-year-old…

Tut… …

Those saucy boys… already in….… Love?

Me and my friend Logan were walking around and we saw an old 10 story brick apartment. It had a balcony at every room, and at eaach balcony someone would stand on it and it would be one of my friends.

I slightly remember me and my friends being captured by this giant robotic alien worm, and we were on its ship.
I had a dream where there was a missing baby at the hospital.

I had a dream that I got a job working for Nintendo, and I got to use some new type of DS. Also I got free drinks!