dream fragment

Created Saturday 10 November 2018

Got a FA/WILD/DEILD loop to note, along with some scraps.

Scrap Group 1
Various false awakenings, most in unfamiliar settings. One had a little girl huddling to me, like a scared daughter running to her parents' bedroom. I had no idea what to do. Another included a room with a small window behind me, the light of early dawn peeking in.

Several brief DEILD transitions and lucid FA, each of which collapsed when I tried to move, and transitioned with one or two minutes of waking between them.

Blind DEILD transition in bed. I rub my hands. In fact, I rubbed them so vigorously, that my palms burst into flames. The conflagration spread quickly, bright orange light flickering through my eyelids. Hurt like hell, but I somehow remained calm. Even so, I woke up a minute later.

DEILD transition in bed. After some concentration, I summon my guide, E beside me. Fun ensued... ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) The dream eventually collapsed. DEILD transition two minutes after.

Dream 1 - Moody Underground Run

Blind LD transition in bed. I reach beside me, and, as expected, felt that my guide was already there, if completely nude. I seized her, then pulled us both through the mattress and into the Void. With the visuals now faint, I noted the startled expression on her face. I tried imagining a more scenic view, a forest under an aurora, but that didn't seem to happen.

After seating E on my shoulders, I opted to simply run off to find such a destination. In time, an underground environment formed around me, a structure made of ruined concrete. My guide suddenly began panting heavily. Reckoned she was tired, despite me doing all the running for her. But as I looked up from the floor, I noticed rows figures around me, all females in bed robes, each suspended lifelessly in the air. Whether they were floating, or hanging from a noose, I did not know, nor did I want to find out. Despite the macabre view, I never stopped running, dodging below and between the stiff figures.

In time, the structure narrowed into winding tunnels of dirt and loose stone, twisting to curved slopes. More women were huddled silently by the walls ahead of me, each alive, but gaunt and made helpless from despair. Perhaps to suit the mood, the World 4 theme from Eversion began sounding in the background. In any case, I continued more or less undaunted.

Steadily, the environment began becoming clearer and brighter. So too, in a sense, did the structure. Dirt and rocks were slowly replaced with grated steel and smooth concrete, until eventually, the surroundings resembled an urban transit area (well, minus the actual trains and tracks, but I digress). What's more, the women around me appeared much healthier and were much more lively overall. Curiously, they each were also only dressed in less concealing bedclothes. Concurrently, the music subsided. Much of this view somewhat reminded me of one of my earliest recorded dreams. I glanced up expectingly at my guide, who only simpered back at me.

It was only then that I noticed my strength slipping away. Each step now strained me greatly, and E's weight was finally bearing down on me. I could barely haul us both towards an emergency exit. But, the second I tried opening it, I immediately collapsed. So too did the dream.

Scrap Group 2
Something about being on a black haired giantess' head. I rope down a strand of her hair to get at eye level.

Something about stopping a giantess from rampaging in a city.

10-28
Fragment: I remember two men's faces, one of them being Jerry Seinfeld.
Dream: I'm at 9, some new neighbors have moved in to a house I used to petsit at; it's an odd couple, a young asian man and an older white lady. Someone is having their wedding there and F and I are attending. As we enter there's a "good" bottle of wine in a blue bottle which someone takes out of a lit china cabinet. I'm in a room with F and we're having dessert, I do some kind of unconscious dream control and transform a wine glass (like glassblowing, but just with fingertip gestures). My grandpa is calling me from the other room. He says something loudly and brashly which is confusing/embarrassing. Tony Soprano is there. Maybe it was Meadow's wedding.
Fragment: View of a street corner at my old college. It's morning, the light is tinted blue, there aren't many cars on the road.
Fragment: Brothers (that's all I wrote).

10-29
Dream: Long two-part dream with a painting/cooking competition (influenced by watching S1 of Skin Wars with F - I was competing against Mythica). I'm outside, in a grassy space near some bleachers, crowded with trees and some other metal/cinderblock structures. My painting is very saturated in its colors, it's of several columns with a vibrant sky behind them. The sky/weather around me is morning with tinted blue light -- from now on I'll just denote this as MB since it happens so often. I go to/under the bleachers to get a black plastic or metal barrel and start cooking, it's some kind of jambalaya or gumbo with sausage and potatoes. Later I'm in a bus with F's younger cousin, we're searching for ingredients. The bus is more like a warehouse, with a long table going down the length of it (maybe 2-3 times as long as a regular bus); I find what I need: potatoes and my pot of soup, which is smaller now than the barrel. I pull it from under the table, and notice some bugs crawling around some of the bags of ingredients. Transitions again and I'm at 9 having a crawfish boil and cooking hogs whole.
Dream: An old HS classmate who was a bit ditzy is asking for my work ID (the environment is a mix of HS and work) so that we can go on a date. I make an excuse that I have to go to my locker to find it.

10-30
Dream: I'm yelling angrily to my dad about my grandpa's medications. It starts in the backyard with my grandpa in a wheelchair near us, my dad is being to lax and not getting the prescriptions filled on time. I'm really yelling and beating on him, he's unfazed. We end up in the front yard, and a lot of family members and family friends are across the street in my neighbor P's driveway/front yard. They're all watching on as I yell and beat my dad. Eventually I walk over there and talk with them to calm down. Transitions and I'm in our driveway in our old van. My aunt is in the front with a baby, and she's holding it out so I can see it. It has a weird mouth -- it extends too far like a proboscis.
Notes: br stall; swing, flying bound?

Nothing down for 10-31 or 11-01

11-02
Dream: I'm standing next to a pool. Several of my indian coworkers are walking on water, and I ask them how to do it. An older one who sits near me explains about prana and breathing; a younger one who was on my first team makes an analogy that goes something like "A young man ...(insert foolish attempt); An old man ...(wiser, more effective method)". It was actually really good advice but I didn't write it down.
Fragment: Off of a country road, there's a suburban house with a staircase to a small loft right off the front door.
Dream: In 9, at night on the back porch. I'm with F and my dad, there are some ice chests lying around and a tablecloth on the table. It seems like a party is planned soon or just finished. F or I inquire about drinks and my dad says "MImosas" with an emphasis on the first part, making it sound like "My" -- this ties in with an in-joke F and I have about him and the way he says "My TV" or "My truck" in a specific way. There are also tall cans of bud light with weird plastic caps on them. I understand them to be bud light but they look like miller high life; strange. We're on our way to the pool, and I am trying to decide on shoes or flip flops.
Fragment: Something happened here but it's lost now.
Dream: F is in a room next to the bed. She stands up and walks to a door in the far left corner, and when she opens the door, a hand reaches out and grabs her. I can't move but I force the perpetrator to let go of her and approach me instead with dream control. I intrinsically understand that I have a certain energy or "light" that will dispel his darkness. I make him touch my arm and he goes blank-faced; this is similar to a past dream where I would reality check and engage with DCs, at which point they would go blank-faced and sort of become broken robots. He was kneeling down near the bed and had an Optimus Prime toy on his head.
The interesting part is how it started -- I wouldn't call it a WILD, I guess it was more like a DEILD but without the L. I had just gotten up for a bit and I lie down and immediately sort of popped into this one, I just didn't catch it and make it lucid.
Lucid: I decide to really try and get lucid after being teased by the last dream with awareness. I focus my efforts on it and very soon I'm hearing a radio drama in my head, although I still have full awareness of my body. It reminded me of HS and college when I was staying up late or close to sleep due to a project or homework I was working on, and I would get auditory hallucinations of voices/conversations with friends or family members, and or a loud bang or gunshot. Anyway, the radio drama sounded like It's a Wonderful Life, and one of the key characters was Uncle Billy, who was being forgetful about the night before of course. He remembered that he keyed a tree, scratched his name into it. Soon I can feel a sensation of moving back and forth, and I realize I'm on a swing. Once I realize it, the visualizations follow. I see myself in a wooden swing in a small yellowish room, with darkish blue light coming in from a window to the right. I say "I'm dreaming" as I swing, and imagine myself feeling the armrest, and I pop into the dream and lose most awareness of my physical body. I'm able to use pyromancy, and use my fingertip-flame-laser to carve shapes into the wood of the swing. I jump/get up from the swing and start interacting with a wooden desk with loose objects on its surface. I sweep them them off onto the floor, some wooden items, some glass beakers or bottles. I pick up a wooden item -- I forget what it was now -- and inscribe its surface. I remember the words "left" and "sou". The smoke effect from the pyromancy was vivid.

I'm in my bed in still infamy where I slip in lucidity where I'm trapped in a bright white door there toilets everywhere with different color poop jus floating in the air I wake up in a dream where I'm eating a black texture with a brown feeling and and ridged bumps
then I'm at a place where there different colorization of the messy stool then a plastic curtain rips open yellow brown red and green then I wake up

so I was layed in bed in the astral plane before this became a lucid dream the events take place in 4 places that lead back to my bed before I wake up so as I was crucified in my bed with only the ceiling and the floor to see and a couple of props for place one as I start to dream I can feel my body fading as a dark light gesture where I see myself walking out a door from where I'm laying with my eyes closed as if I were playing a third person video game as my conscious was attaining lucidity I teleport to a cash register where the second place started where I reach in my pocket and pull out blood
as I drench my hand in the bleeding cusp and try to pay him with the drenching blood dripping from my hands as that happen I was in a seemless car ride where I only seen car moving on the side of me but there was no being in the vehicle it was jus the dash the sky and the car for place three at the fourth place I was in abandon warehouse where I reach from where the cash register was while still in lucidity of the blood I sit down to make sure I'm not dying as I stand up I see money falling from the ground in a upward motion like the sky was upside down and the ground was the sky then I fade out where my hands were in my pocket then wake up jus staring

Non-dream stuff - Haven't been so well last couple of days and sleep has been irregular too. Been waking up at normal times but then falling back asleep for too long. Remember some fragments but nearly no detail. Some visual details I remember I just can't put into words very well either.

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Dream Fragment 1:
Something about some furries, in a town. One of them grew a bit bigger and because of that something happened (like some guy reacted and locked down an area or something?). I remember the group sitting together at a table somewhere, feeling sad.

Dream Fragment 2:
Was back at university. Rest of context has completely vanished as I tried to recall more...

Dream Fragment 3:
Me and my mom were listening to someone from the US speak on television or something. My mom asked what he was saying. I said "He's... Reading from the book of Apocalypse."

Dream Fragment 4:
Some long non-lucid that I don't remember much about anymore, but the dream plot was in some sort of old castle or something and I was going around it with other people. My now waking mind is coming up with Karazhan as a location associated to this dream.

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No notes at the moment, I'm just too tired.

Non-dream stuff - Woke up about 3 times through the morning, between 8:20, the time for my alarm, then at 9 something then at 10:20. Some long-ish dreams but think they've fragmented.

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Fragment 1:
At a square or cathedral. There with partner (H), something to do with pipe organs.

Then outside, at the square. Nice cobbles and layout. Remember meeting up with my parents and having them ask why I didn't have a stand here selling old coins; I remember explaining that I'd worked out that the cost to make them look new, plus the cost to rent the space, plus other things I don't remember now, meant that it was far too expensive and not worth it at all. I also remember explaining that I didn't have nearly enough coins to make it worthwhile.

Then at some version of my childhood home with my parents. At the rear balcony of the flat. Things look blocky like a voxel game. I remember blue leaves and yellow logs. We were on the 6th or 7th floor, judging by the height.

Fragment 2:
A friend of ours, M, was buying crap again.

Fragment 3:
At some sort of flat. Don't remember what lead up to this scene anymore.

There was a tongue and lips art sculpture thing on a wall. Then it became a bit more real and I then remember a giant furry outside the flat, peeking in. I remember the fur was white and the eyes were blue. I think it was a girl and she said something.

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Some notes:

• The appearance of my parents and the questions about the "coin stand", has to do with how they often want me to try and do something else, since they are concerned I won't be able to support myself. This type of appearance in a dream is perhaps validating their concerns in part. When I was awake in bed I remember thinking about carpentry again.
• Being at the cathedral with H seems to be merely a reflection of recent events, as I help H with pipe organ work.
• Both the first and the third dreams were a lot longer, and I woke up sweating with the third dream; this has been happening a few times recently where I wake up sweating at about 10:20 with vivid-ish dreams. Generally being too hot is what makes the dreams vivid, as far as I can tell. Unfortunately it also means my mind is a bit more active when I'm actually awake, making it easier to forget details.

Created Monday 05 November 2018

Just fragments and a brief LD.

Scrap Group 1
Playing a Mario game.

Showering in an unknown small bathroom. I got semi-aware, and started 'daydreaming' about getting into a boss fight for some reason. Cut. False awakening in a bedroom, where I pretty much do as above.

DEILD transition, first into a dreamlet, then a dream. I start visualizing a boss fight as above. This first took form as a typical 16-bit RPG battle screen. Warp to my actually battling in the void. I was in a gunfight with a light-skinned woman in a 20's mobster get-up. Despite our automatic firearms and the lack of cover, neither of our shots struck true. "Danger in the Dance Floor" from Sonic Mania was sounding in the background. The dream collapsed rather quickly.

Last night I got lucid and made the standard, frantic effort to harness the moment to some purpose. Upon waking I neglected to journal and subsequently forgot the dream's content.

Created Saturday 03 November 2018

Got that WILD to note, along with a fragment or two.

Dream 1 - Seated WILD

The visuals were dim, and fluctuated between blurriness and some clarity. WILD transition during seated meditation (that's a first for me). My body felt especially (perhaps disturbingly) numb and light, but also quite weak. I mostly just preoccupied myself with looking around at my surroundings. After a few minutes of moving around, I'd get reanchored back to the seat. There was one point where I'd warped outside into an eerie courtyard, but only briefly. At other moments, I floated around the house, but couldn't keep up in the air for long. I made several attempts at calling my guide, without success. Ditto at summoning a tortoise, my laptop (which I'd completely forgotten was only a few feet away!), and even at projecting myself outward to another's dream. In one of the final instances, I crawled back to bed, just to see what would occur if I 'slept'. Of course, I just got reanchored in the seat a minute later. Eventually, I stirred, and awakened.

Scrap Group 1
At a hotel with family. Cut to a Law-and-Order-inspired animated movie. This even had voice clips from Jerry Orbach, lines that were supposedly recorded years before in a related project just before he'd died.

Cooking at home. Unlike in real life, the front left burner actually worked. I only casually questioned as much.

Non-dream stuff - Woke up around 10:00, with one non-lucid sort of fresh in memory but all the detail quickly went away on waking, somehow.

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Dream fragment:
This was from the end of the dream.

Game-like reality; "playing" with someone else in a co-operative mode and in some underground sand or clay tunnels or something.

The tunnels lead into a big chamber, dark. There was some sort of well at the centre. A stone colossus came towards us from the opposite side of the room and we backtracked a bit. In the dream I remember telling the other person the colossus was made of obsidian and we wouldn't be able to attack it in this form and that it would turn into black steel for a few minutes at a time every so often and we'd have to try and attack then...

The colossus came into the tunnels/halls but I ended up darting past and into the chamber with the well; I jumped into the well, partly by accident as I meant to go across the room where there seemed to be a portal or some brightness. It was completely dark underwater and I soon "died" in a game-like fashion.

The view changed and the camera panned out; I could hear a boss give a monologue which I don't remember in any detail, and I partly remember him asking "how did you get here? vaulted over the walls? exploited some location?" and other questions to that effect.

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Couple of notes:

• The dream location and situation here at the end reminded me of the game Necropolis.
• The stone colossus was similar to Anubisath, a boss in the original World of Warcraft.

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Scoring:
+ Previous score: 65.0

+ This DJ entry score (breakdown below): 0.5
++ Recall a non-lucid fragment: 0.5

= Total score thus far: 65.5

Created Friday 02 November 2018

Got a DILD to note, along with a few fragments.

Scrap Group 1
At a hotel with family.

Dream 1 - Monster Form Quick Race

Scene 1 - Imagined Flight Warp
Unknown transitions until this point. The visuals were clear. I was standing on a balcony overlooking an old suburbs, clear blue sky above. Somehow, I became aware. I imagined myself blasting off into the aether. I almost felt myself getting that much done, only for things to warp.

Scene 2 - Brutish Race
Similar visuals. I was now floating out of my house towards the driveway. My brothers were there, both entering an unknown (mauve-colored?) SUV. On a whim, I transformed myself into a hulking monstrosity, complete with oversized claws and bone-plated skin. I showed off this form to one of my bros, but he didn't care. Next, I opted to race them to the front of the complex. The two instantly cruised ahead, easily taking the lead, even despite my cumbersome form. Lucky for me, traffic kept them from actually reaching the exit. As such, I managed to get the win. Both my brothers, perhaps out of spite, claimed I wasn't the victor, but was in fact surpassed by someone named "Lindsey". But I knew better, and called them out for trying to pull a fast one on me.

Things collapsed shortly afterwards.

Scrap Group 2
Something of being in an ancient library. Various writers were transcribing scrolls.

In an antiquated airship, its interior made of wood. Storm clouds obscured the view outside. There was a foreboding tension in the air.

lx. 28th or 29th of October

Dream fragment:
Something about some "stragglers"? I remember a location, from a bird's eye point of view, it was rural, there was a big mansion/manor in the middle. Remember going there and being told to try the stragglers. Remember another dream location supposedly nearby. Looked a bit like a dump inside, it was like a giant metal container, not unlike a shipping container but bigger.

Some sort of dwarf-like people, these stragglers. I was here to mine some titanium ore or something, and they hadn't been able to find any but I did.

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lxi. today, 31st of October

Dream fragment:
Something about my partner wanting pizza.

Dream fragment:
A dream that was half-real half-game? Everything was fine but then there was some sort of war? Remember building blocky planes or vehicles and wondering if I couldn't just stay behind to do important logistics instead of flying off.

At some point in this dream I remember a living room of some sort and some pizza, a tv and a sofa...

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Some notes about the dreaming:

• The first dream fragment feels related to the story I started writing a couple of weeks ago as a dreaming script. I have been thinking about that story but not writing a lot on it because of my tiredness.
• The war dream and building a plane probably comes from recently trying out the game "Besiege".

Some general waking-life notes:

• I've been a bit too tired recently and just can't get up or wake up at the time I want to, and it has happened I've gone to bed later than I wanted to as well.
• Lately I've been thinking about why certain elements never come up in dreams; such as reflective surfaces and some of things I do in waking life (such as painting and drawing).
• There have been mornings where I did initially recall a small dream fragment lately, but several times I had to get up and get on with something else and I'd forget the fragments or not have focused enough on them initially to be able to make a mental or written note.
• I have been practicing reality checks quite often and especially trying to make note of when things could potentially be dream elements. But the intention or the check muscle memory doesn't seem to be carrying over at all into dreams at the moment. Maybe I need to read more again, that seems to stimulate something different.

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Scoring:
+ Previous score: 60.5

+ This DJ entry score (breakdown below): 1.5
++ Recall a non-lucid fragment * 3: 1.5

= Total score thus far: 62.0

Created Tuesday 30 October 2018

Got a DILD/DIELD to note, along with some fragments and non-dream states.

Scrap Group 1
In a school's cafeteria.

Watching Seinfeld. Kramer is having invasive surgery done to him due to a common illness gone wrong. Still, he was exceedingly paranoid about the whole situation.I was given his role. Got sudden awareness. I vibrated in place, trying my best to teleport. But, to my horror, this didn't seem to work. The dream collapsed in seconds. DEILD a minute later.

Dream 1 - Too Anxious for the Entreaty

The visuals were a bit blurred. DEILD transition in bed. I immediately launch myself out of the house and to the twilight clouds above. During my flight, I pass an entire tropical forest, then crossed a whole ocean. Took a moment to spin and rub my hands. A few minutes in, I took a better view of the stars. But as I looked closer, I found these were actually small, stationary, glowing orbs floating in midair, some distant, and others very close by. Stopping over a suburban island, I called out to the cosmos, entreating it to take me to the Backyard. Anticipation got the better of me. The dream collapsed soon after.

Scrap Group 1
Several near-ream transitions from REM Atonia. In one, I create an explosion, unwittingly collapsing the state entirely. Various others had me spinning in place momentarily before things got disrupted.

Something about Doom, or some other dark sci-fi setting?

In the living room at home. My brother was there,as were my niece and my cousin's baby. I tried to RC, but the others kept interrupting me in some way or another. A kid's song was sounding in the background.

Created Sunday 28 October 2018

Got a DILD and some fragments. There's a lot more to the latter that I've forgotten.

Scrap Group 1
Wandering around an urban area at daytime. Several family members were around, including my sister and mom. We later stop by an old colonial era (seaside?) wall, complete with rows of cannons. Sis and I float up to the top for a better look. Suddenly, some invisible emergency occurs, causing massive casualties. To both our horrors, mom was one of the victims. My sister and I broke down and cried.

Similar sightseeing as above, but at night time, and with 100% less tragedies.

Dream 1 - Flickering Sea Lights Awareness

The visuals were quite dim. I was in a beach during a stormy night. Several close and extended family members were around. It seemed we'd all intentionally gone out of our way to go during such a hazard for the sake of it. I ran through the waves, then began flying over them when they became especially rough, cutting right over the tides.

Soon, I noticed faint lights flickering in the sea. This caused spontaneous awareness. As I looked closer, I discerned one of those lights were actually a street light jutting out of the water.

Things started destabilizing. Staring closely at the lights helped, but only for about half a minute. Ditto for rubbing my hands. Without warning, I was dragged into deep water. I spun around, barely keeping both my face over the surface, and hold of the dream.

Lucidity lost. It'd since become dawn. I trudged out of the deeper water towards the others. All of them were huddled on a round marble platform, which itself was partially submerged. I squeezed myself inside, but it became apparent we couldn't comfortably remain as such. And so, they decided to allot turns. With an almost troubling unanimity, someone else (my brother?) and I were relegated as one of the last to go on there.

Not sure of anything else until the dream ended.

Frag - stadium
Frag - HS friends (seth)
L chain - TAZ:BoB I'm fred/freddie (wrote this down in imaginary DJ along w pictures of windows)
over the course of 5-8 lds in a chain, i meet group of people in a smallow yellowish office with windows and curtains overlooking an orange/yellow sky, we talked about something serious (a conspiracy, a plot for revolution, a threat facing the world?), then woke. the next time i got lucid i was back but they were all about 50 years older, we talked about similar things and they told me i could join their org, wake. next lucid they're touring me around the facilities, in another i was in a large hallway talking to someone. i think i had a few groundhog day loops of some scenes, but i remember getting lucid every loop. a lot happened but in the end half of the org turned against me and half of them were woth me and we fought in a huge bluish grey sanctuary and eventually i extracted the relic (crystal circle/bracelet in a large wooden box with holes - can't look at it! will go into more detail on this dream later.
Frag - sex - part of LC?
L - walking in darkish (dim red sky) city, reach junk pile and start to fly, flying feels very fake , like I'm laying my body outstretched and the scene is just moving past me, so i flip over on my back flying and admire the beautiful view above me - the wooden slats coming apart and the junk in this under-bridge area and some train tracks - this gave me a literal and figurative perspective change - LDing is not always about doing things perfectly or achieving goals, but usually the best dreams, lucid or not, are when something amazing or simple but different is happening and you're a part of it, and it inspires childlike wonder in you
NL - i drew a pretty good (not amazing but probably better than i can do iwl - for some reason I'm a great artist in dreams) picture of a wizard/sorceress girl and was adjusting the mouth and coloring (f was there possibly?)
Frag - sneaking suspicion i had a dream about 9 backyard and enjoying the sunlight
NL - FA in wl 8 room, looking at videos on phone, get up several times in a groundhog day-like loop, look at myself in mirror (my torso looked ripped, but somewhat sagging?), i go downstairs (it's now 9) and consider going out the front door to talk to a dc (was semilucid but not fully there) but decide instead to sunbathe in the backyard, when i reach the kitchen i call out "who's there?" and my dad comes through a door that doesn't exist in his signature windbreaker and we talk for a second, wake up