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After a few nights past my last entry I had noticed some odd happenstances which triggered my attention. The dreams were more lucid, stable and my dream control was fantastic. However, I myself, was losing balance alot. I kept tripping over myself or sort of hydroplaning on my feet. After a few runs through an obstacle course in a training grounds area i often visit in my dreams, my very own shadow came out from under me whilst i was stumbling over myself once more, and began choking me, saying " I TOLD YOU TO DRAW A TAIL YOU DIP$#!%!"
I woke up and didnt fully recall the dream until later that night. I picked up the 2- dimensional drawing i had done of my dream control form and decided to brush off the dream and leave the picture how it was, as i did not appreciate a tail. The next night was profoundly odd. The first thing i can recall is appearing in dream world with my shadow glaring at me and tapping its foot. I decided to ignore it and go about my dream elsewhere however my shadow followed me, smiling. I begin to be chased by odd creatures in my dream that seem to de stabalize the dream itself and wake me up when i interact with them. I jump into the air and spin around, activating my dream control form, or so i thought and falling on my face. My shadow laughs at me. "WTF?!" i reply. I get back onto my feet determined to get away from these creatures. When i notice I have a tail... a light blue regular size bird tail attached to my backside. My shadow is now cackling as he runs along side me. "What the hell are you doing?" I ask. "Hey, you wouldnt draw the tail so you get whatever i feel like." I run a bit more but the realisation i have a little birdy tail annoys me and i stop running alltogether, being caught by the creatures and waking up. I havent seen my shadow the nights hence, as I decided it was time to draw a tail seeing as my subconciouse was litterally sabotaging my dreams. I will say that the tail does make my dream control form look better and ... it is alot easier to balance with one also and can come in handy when your hands arent free so whatever my shadow was correct.

I was in Island Park (real place), a man promised a real trip. I know it meant acid. I felt anticipation and then rejection when it did not come through.

Then I'm traveling somewhere. My dream cars are almost always like clown cars. Like I'm oversized or the car is too little, and I feel like there is never a roof. Anyway.. I'm driving and going over hills and I notice I can see the outlines of the states and it's like I'm driving on a map. I was between Kansas and Missouri. I felt lost and I didn't know where I was supposed to be going, but I know I had a destination. I don't know if I was being followed the whole time or if anyone had been with me, but I remember shouting at someone in another car, telling them I was bound to get lost and I needed help. It was someone I knew, but that's all I know about them.

According to my memory, next I was in some sort of forest, but it was slightly cartoon-like. I might've been in the same dream, because I know more came before this, but all I can remember is thinking of Yogi Bear and then a bear-like creature appeared. At that moment, I felt I had just figured out something big. Something spiritual, something for myself. In fact, thinking the name Yogi, the appearence of the creature, and the epiphany-like feeling all hit me simultaneously. I wish I could remember more about this part, because it's making me think of my spirit guide.

>>> Later on, during a nap.

I'm dreaming of being at work (where I had just been.) I'm sitting on pot of chili along with a friend, and it actually felt quite awkward, but I was supposed to sit on it to keep it warm. Then once it was at the right temp, we were supposed to stick it on the stove-top. I also remember talking to a co-worker about one of the managers and something that was going on with him. I remember looking around and realized that the manager I was talking about had been staring at me the whole time. I pretended that I didn't say anything.

Was with allen. I was some type of sniper or something for a group of powerful villians. I has in some way upset them and was no longer going to work for them. I was in paris. Allen and I quickly packed some bags and ran out. The streets were covered in rain and it was dark. We had to flee by that night. A old man stopped me in the streets. He asked if my name was lana. Lana was my fake name for while I lived in paris. I answered by saying not anymore and I walked away. I felt sad by this because I loved my life in paris. Next thing I know, that old man was chasing allen and I. I jumped behind some bushes. I knew I was dreaming at this point. I willed the man to go away and he did. Then I forgot I was dreaming. (Dammmnnnnn itttt). Suddenly we realized we left an important document at the apartment. There was no way we could make it out of paris with the document. We carefully went back to the apartment. No one had been there yet. We grabbed the stuff. When I openned the door for us to leave, 4 or 5 man were waiting for us on the other side of the door. They rushed in. They pulled allen into the bathroom and tied me to a chair. I was filled with fear of what might happen next. It sounded like allen was having the shit beat out of him. I was realived when they said that they just needed me to kill just one last time for them. I agreed as long as they stop hurting allen. They did. They told me that they would keep him as hostage until it was done. I left in all black close with an envelope with the name and address of the man I was to kill. I read the name and knew that it would be a near impossible kill. I looked back at allen and became extremely anxious

Mood: Frantic, Scared, Longing

Dreamt Tiera and I were in jail for something. I was in the Walmart Jail and I was freaking out because I wanted out really bad, and I was really hungry. Tiera and I each had a gameboy each which could be used as a texting device if we pressed the little numbered pads on the back. They were secret, and the authorities didn't know we had them. It came time for our break and I was on the verge of psychotic collapse because I needed out so bad. We somehow got separated outside the jail, in Walmart. It's gonna be a little bit till my dad gets there to visit, so I thought I'd take a look around. I find my old wrestling coach and my old wrestling buddies practicing the drills in the hallway. They had teamed up with a hockey team and a tae kwon do team, and they were all practicing. I had an intense feeling of longing because I wasn't able to practice anymore. I put on one of the skates from the hockey team, but I couldn't keep up, and took it off. I began looking for Tiera and her mom, Brenda, because her mom was visiting. I came upon a lady who looked like Brenda who wasn't. Behind her, I called her name, but she didn't turn around, so I left it at that: it wasn't her. I found Tiera laughing and having fun with Megan Pagel. They were rolling a roll of paper around the floor. As I came upon them, I couldn't really see Megan's face.
"Sorry," she said "At least give me a wink or something."
So I give her a wink to appease her. They continue rolling the paper, and the paper is rolling off the roll, but eventually stops coming off because there is a piece of tape keeping it in place.
"I hate shipping and handling" Tiera says.

BEFORE THAT

Before I was in jail, I was on the run, hiding from a Voldemort-like character and his minions. They were far off, but it was like being on the most-wanted list and being in the police station. Eventually, they caught me, apparently, because I remember being on a train in a tunnel. I was in the hands of the enemy. Ahead of me, one of my friends kicks over a yellow metal support structure, and it lands on the tracks, riding the tracks like a train. I run from the train, and jump on, and my friend and I escape into the town ahead. However, when we got into town (an old western city-like town [like on FFVII]) there were people everywhere, most of which were our allies. I could feel the hostility ccoming from them, and they turned against us. It was like they were hypnotized or somethin. I hear a swooshing sound from above, and look up, and there is the Voldemort-like character in the flesh now completely in this world, in a gargoyle form flying above us. He says, "I cannot be destroyed! I will always be here!!" His voice echoes so everyone hears. At this point the allies that had captured us started glowing red, a red aura around them. I realized then that they werent the actual people, but summoned clones that Voldemort had summoned up to destroy/capture us. From there, I believe that is what led to my imprisonment.

Last night's dream:
I dreamed I was In one of the local plazas near by. In the drug store. I bumped into some one who looked almost identical to me expect for the fact that she was very superficial. For one thing she wore make-up, and was wearing high heels (and I do neither). 2 other copies of me also appeared the only difference was one me had blond hair, and the other me had brown-ish hair. I had the gut feeling NOT to look into their eyes. I raced out of the drug store and next door there was a store that's not there any more in RLF and this store had clothing racks outside so I hid behind one of the clothing racks. And the 3 others me just went past yet I know they were looking for me.


Next thing I know. I AM my superficial self and I with my 2 other superficial selfs and we were in the mall getting smoothies. Next thing I know I'm in what looks like a University classroom (with white walls and the only colour being the professor's desk) still as my superficial self with the other 2 selfs and we still had our smoothies. We were talking too much with each other to pay attention to what the professor was saying (but I think cake was mentioned once)


The Night's before dream:
Sitting on the edge of the OUTSIDE pool, in winter time, fishing for seals. I got one seal but it looked more like a lion then a seal

I took a nap, and dreamt that I was with Bear Grylls, attempting to sneak into a facility. After walking around it a couple times, looking for loose planks, I was like "Hey, how did I get here?" I did a nose-pinch reality check, and sure enough, I could breathe. The dream had been stable and clear until I realised that, but then it began to get all dizzy and blurry. I rubbed my hands together, imagined the heat emerging. But I got sleepier and sleepier (inside a dream?) and couldn't keep my eyes open.
I woke up in my bed, and my house was full of guests, apparently some girl that I've been talking to was my girlfriend and her friends were over too. I walked to the toilet to take a piss, but couldn't. Then I was like "Hey, wait a minute" and woke up.

So I'm at this place, and there are people waiting on these little subway type things. Some of the people were a few of my friends. One of them, A, was handing out blotter acid. Instead of the paper though, these were transparent and had the look of cotton, but the texture was like those stale "bread" crums you get at church.

I had my son with me, but it was like three in the morning and he was sleeping in his carseat. We were sitting on this bench outside. I told her I better not, then I changed my mind. I took two of these acid tablets and realized I could get my mom to babysit. I try to call on her, but my friends were shaking their heads at me. They all left me there with my son, getting ready to trip. I started tripping, no visuals, but I had an extreme body high.

I remember that it started to wear off fairly quick, and I remember being home and getting online. I was upset that my friends ditched me on acid. I got on aim to talk to someone. I remember talking to him but I have no idea what was said.

The dream faded.

I'm in a gas station now and my friend, A, is with me again. I'm behind the register, which is a little role-reversal, my friend is the one that worked at this station. Anyway, Danny Carey, the drummer from Tool, walks in. Everyone in the store was like shiit it's Danny Carey. I was blown away. He was in a hurry and told us he had a meeting to go to soon. So I let him cut, he's f'n Danny Carey! lol My friend does something to where she payed for his stuff and he payed her back or some shit. So I had to sign some huge ticket and Danny starts to leave. Before he is out the door I say, " Heyyy, next time you swing by, you better have Maynard with you."

He laughed and smiled and said "Alright! I will do that!" lol The whole thing felt so real, like how it would've happened if it did in real life. So I sort of feel like I met Danny Carey.

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Dream Journal #30, June 6th 2011

Wow, had my first WILD today. I’m not so sure that it was the traditional WILD though, but I was conscious through SP and through the dream transition, which were both seriously crazy.

I remember hearing footsteps while I was trying to fall asleep, I knew it was my mom. She went in my room, stepped in, stopped, went back down the stairs. I’m not sure if this was just a hallucination or if it was real, but I was conscious enough to hear it but not conscious enough to open my eyes and see. Next thing I know (I don’t know how much time passed between the gap), I’m conscious just a tiny tad bit and I feel like there’s someone in the room or something. I open my eyes just a little bit, I see like a shadowy black figure right above my head (I thought it was my moms head trying to listen to me at the time), and then BAM. Vibrations and sleep paralysis. This is my first SP experience, and it wasn’t even that scary. I saw the black shadowy figure and then my arms and neck felt like they were pushed down super hard so that I couldn’t move, and I really couldn’t. I also felt the vibrations and tingly feelings. I closed my eyes and was like, “oh.. sleep paralysis. let’s see what this dream transition feels like.” No excitement at all or anything I’m always relaxed when I’m in deep sleep. After a few moments of what seemed like 30 seconds to a minute of vibrations, I feel this sudden surge of my body moving forward and the blackness turning into some sort of scene. I surge and surge and then do a front flip, and then I’m sitting on my bed. I look at my hands and they’re all crooked, but I’m having a hard time trying to focus on them and stabilizing my dream. It’s night time and it’s dark in my room so I try to bring some light… but the damn light switch doesn’t work. I use my finger to drag the sun up (it’s sundown but its still super dark), and it works, but the light from the sun doesn’t get brighter. Frustrated, I turn around, imagine there being light behind me, and turn back around. No light. Arghh. I then start to think, “What if I wake up?” The dream scene just suddenly blurs and goes into chaos and I go into an FA which I don’t seem to catch. FA isn’t that important except that I was eating some french fries that tasted really real lol. Oh well, not a very vivid WILD, but the transition from SP to dream was really cool :p

Dream Journal #29, June 6th 2011

Well, took a break from lucid dreams/dream journaling for a while.. and just had the most vividest dream yet.

I remember chunks of parts but somehow they don’t connect, the dream scene just seems to change kind of and so does the plot, but this is all in one REM period.

It starts off with me tying my shoelaces to get ready for a basketball game, and it’s like a big game, not just a regular street game. Its in an indoor court. Then all of a sudden I’m in a car with ellean, with me driving like crazy to try to lose this guy who’s trying to chase me. I do twists and turns and eventually park in a store parking lot and go inside, thinking I lost this guy. I end up seeing his car right in the same parking lot, and the guy inside the store. We both freak out, but it turns out he doesn’t know who was driving the car, he just knows that he had to take that car down. So as soon as he isn’t looking, we get back into the car and take off. We lose him. Then, seeking shelter, we go to norm’s place, his old house in Garden Grove. We see a bunch of people there working like it’s a refuge place.. and we go inside his garage to see piles of marijuana everywhere. Turns out norm is a drug dealer lol. We just stare at amazement, and we talk about stuff, but I forgot what we talked about. I then see him run out of the backyard, and burn all his marijuana, we were like WTF and we run to the smoke to inhale it all lol. Then we realize that these cop-like people (similar to the one chasing us) had discovered the house and was arresting people. These cops are bad guys, as in dictator-controlled bad guys who were trying to take over the world. I believe ellean is caught. I walk casually away like I wasn’t hiding anything, seeing if they would just ignore me. As soon as I thought I got away, some girl grabs my arm and says something like, “Do you have anything to hide?” or something like that, I forgot. I look at her face, and it’s Lauren! I was so glad to see that it was her. We talk a bit and turns out she’s a rebel, so she gives me directions to some place or something. I then wake up in some weird room, and I see a ninja like figure in the corner trying to hide his presence. I immediately know he’s up to no good, and I slash him into pieces. He has my phone, and he was tethering information to some database lol. I cancel it, but some info has already gone through. Tito Darwin then comes in the door, sees what happens, and invites me to dinner. He complains to me about something like why did I have to attack that guy, he took your phone and relayed information, now were all doomed. I had no idea what he was talking about, but I told him that I canceled most of it. Dream haziness from there,

did a long wbtb this morning 730-900 and woke up with that vague memory of having an amazing dream yet absolutely nothing coming to me at the time. hours later i remember the most amazing part of it. i was just driving locally and went through a local town (st albans). its an old roman town (verulamium) and it was like i was driving around it during roman times. there is a cathedral there now, but in the dream it was attached to this amazing vatican like mass of official looking buildings. it was probably all a bit too fancy to be like roman buildings actually were, but just the scale and the grandness of it all were so impressive. it was all enclosed and the road went straight through the complex through loads of arches and tunnels. the last thing i remember was driving through a tunnel and down into a labrynth type thing

I do not remember where this dream started off but I remember being in a house with a bunch of strangers and many dogs. I'm not much of a dog person but I befriended this giant St. Bernard probably close to my weight. I played with this dog for a while in my dream and made a strong connection with the dog. This dog was able to understand the things that I said to it perfectly but I don't remember if he could actually talk or not. The family that lived in the house owned many dogs, one in which could actually talk, the smallest dog. The family itself was rich and snobby and talked about all of their family accomplishments, which made me jealous so I left the house. I was walking down the street of what seemed like my home town and I was passing by many people and cars and even a marching band.
(This scene is very similar to a music video I had watched the day before - YouTube - &#x202a;The Grand Rapids LipDub (NEW WORLD RECORD)&#x202c;&rlm;)
I then passed an old lady friend of mine whom I haven't seen in many years. I asked her if we could hang out and catch up but she said that we shouldn't and I continued to walk away. It was at this point that I realized that I was probably dreaming and proceeded to do a reality check (plugged nose). Once I knew I was dreaming I quickly rubbed my hands together as I continued to walk down the street. I then turned the corner and told myself that my lady friend would be back when I turn around and walk up the same street, and she was (much happier this time). I then took her to a barn , intending on getting intimate, and tried hard to focus and stay asleep while touching everything I could see. I then awoke to my roommate sneezing.

This dream took place at 7:30 AM lying on my back with my knees bent upward (I NEVER sleep like this)

Dream Guide:

Lucid-----Nonlucid-----Comments
I was walking down some street when I realised I was dreaming, so I slowed down and took in the sights. I was in an area that was sparsely populated, and one particular house drew my attention. It was a wooden house with the door open and looked kinda like this
I entered the house and peeped into all the rooms on the first floor but it seemed to be deserted. I then started getting a scary vibe from the house. I called out a few times but no one answered, the lighting was getting darker and darker and I was thinking this could easily turn into a horror dream if I continued being nervous so I calmly walked out of the house. The scene had now changed and the house was on a hill, below I could see a small town with a few shops and some DC's . I decided to investigate and without intending to, I teleported to the town. I could see a small shop and inside was a girl and someone I assumed to be her father, they both looked oriental. I walked up-to the shop and waited for her to serve one of the customers before approaching the till area. She looked up.. and I decided to try something out

hi,um I was told I could meet my dream guide here.

She looked confused and glanced over at her father for help. He approached us and nodded towards me. But before he could speak the door opened and in walked a cross between me and my father. I then realized the shop had turned into a restaurant and that I needed to stay present and not get too drawn into the dream. This guy walks up-to us turns towards me and says

That's not how things work.

I recall trying to remember the exact way he looked but I can only remember that he was wearing a smart purple shirt and plain black trousers. I assume he is my dream guide and ask him what he means.

DG: I'm not meant to be here, but you passively changed the course of the dream.

At this moment I was thinking that as-long long as it worked who cares.

DG: in this scenario we are meant to be meeting at this restaurant, but come with me.

We exit the restaurant and the scene has changed again, we are now in some kind of city. As we start walking he says to me

pay attention to how realistic this is. I look around me and start taking in the sights again but get distracted somehow. He then tells me to go and have sex. I don't even argue and fly off in search of a girl. I spot a potential mate walking with an older woman on the street below, they are both carrying suitcases.I decide to land but misjudge my speed and crash into a building and drop to the floor, I get up and realize that my potential dream guide is leaning up against a wall motioning me to get on with it. I ran up-to the two women and grab the girl. The older woman who looks like her mother starts screaming. I ignore her and start undressing the younger girl. She resists at first but then gets into it.

After about two minutes the girl disappears and so do my clothes. I then notice that there are some Muslim guys about to pray on the street right next to me. I start feeling ashamed and look towards my potential dream guide, he gives me a mischievous smile and he too disappears. Ashamed and naked I spot some bins and run towards them. I crouch behind them and try giving myself some new clothes, but nothing works. I start feeling dejected and stop caring about the clothes, I then stand up from my crouching position and suddenly I have some clothes. The scene has changed again, I'm now in a residential area which I recognize as my best friends place. I can see him standing in his front yard playing on his Nintendo 3ds. I tell him that this is a dream and that I have been dreaming for quite some time. I also tell him that my dream guide just screwed with me and ask him whether he wants to help me track him down.

He doesn't believe me so I plug his nose and tell him to breath. He realises that this is a dream and asks me how I plan to find my dream guide. I tell him that I don't know but I'm sure it will be fun, he agrees and we start walking. Then I get swamped by a lot of dogs and wake up.

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Awake Non-Lucid Vivid

Where is he?

My sister has been taken. (I don't actually have a sister. One brother who's not in this dream) I know who took her. Where is he?

Anger is bubbling inside me. I rage I've never felt before. I'm wandering around Touch. She's just a kid for crying out loud. Who else is there to protect her but me? And that bastard has taken her. So I will go flush him out. He's using her as bait, and it's working.

I get my other sisters, all of them younger than me, and we begin the search. We go in and out of buildings, look under and over things, mostly I am alone. I am fiercely determined. When I catch that wanker I'm going to string him up by the balls.

Eventually I see him, standing on a roadside. Everything seems grey. I run at him. I want to kill him. I jump, hitting him, and we both topple to the floor. I pin him down with my legs, hands tightening around his throat. He chokes and I try hard to hold him down, but he throws me off.

Suddenly I feel incredibly weak. We both stand, facing each other. He smiles calmly. "I assume you're looking for your sister, hm?"

My eyes narrow, and I snarl at him quietly. This seems to amuse him. It annoys the hell out of me, but for some perverse reason I want him to like me. I instantly write it off, but the feeling is still there. "Where is it, Kor?" the smile remains on him face, which scares me to no end. I falter slightly, but still keep quiet.

His face twists and I see anger flash across. I recognize he's going to hurt me. I've never been hit before.

As soon as I think this, he punches me across the face, hard. I fall to the ground, stunned and in pain. I feel as though the energy has drained out of me. He strokes my arm. "Kor... Why do you make me hurt you? You know I don't want to, but you make me. Just tell me where it is."

The hit has confused me and I can't make out what he wants. I sit up, feeling entirely numb, feeling as though I'm going to pass out at any second. His hand travels across my scalp and tightens on a bundle of my hair. He tugs my head down painfully and seeths into my ear. "Where. Is. It?"

I can't even remember what it is.

I raise my eyes, panting slightly, to see we're on a rooftop. My sister's playing near the edge with another girl. She looks unhurt, but something's off about her.

I look into the his eyes, I can't get behind the terrifying fury there. They go back to calm. It's fucking with my head. I feel like he owns me. I want to please him but he makes me so afraid.

This was an uncomfortable dream. It kinda unnerved me.

So, to start off, 3 other guys and I were all riding in a red camaro, and we all had beers, and were having a blast. We were driving on the highway, and one of us needed to take a piss, so we stopped at a rest stop. We all got out with beers in hand, and did our business. An old lady then pulled up next to our car and asked for something. One of us, drunker than the rest, walked up to the car window and started messing with her. The lady could tell he (and all of us) were drunk, so she asked if we had a license or registration. Secretly, we didn't, but we said 'Yeah! Of course!'. She then told us to wait there until we sober up, so we don't cause any further mayhem. We laughed as she pulled of back to the highway. Just at that moment, we heard on a police radio (That happened to be in the car) that there was a report of rape at the rest stop we were at (That bitch!).

We looked back, and sure enough there was a squad car hurtling towards us. We had to go, and we had to go now. We scrambled out of the rest stop and put the pedal to the metal, praying for our lives. We took a left turn into a canyon, and the highway led up to a bridge. Now, this was no ordinary bridge. This was literally the worlds highest bridge, and to top it off, there was construction going on. The guy driving, obviously smashed, started to slow down and drive at the speed limit. We're on a one way part of the highway, and there are 2 lanes. The lane we're in is relatively empty, but the one to our right is bustling with traffic, and all of that traffic is trying to turn into the lane we're in. The bridge is going north, and the incline is about 45 degrees. We all yelled at him for only going 40mph, and he said "Oh yeah! Whoops, I forgot. I should probably go faster now." There were now just floods of cars turning in front of us, and there were quite a few cars in between us and the cop car. The driver started weaving through traffic, and was doing a horrendous job at steering; he was swerving and almost hitting everyone. The alcohol was doing what it does best.

Finally, we managed to get to an open area, and the put that red camaro to work. We started on a decline in the bridge, the rose, and rose, and rose some more, this time at a higher angle. We got so high up, that the sky turned black, and all you could see around was stars. Now, here's the crazy part. The cop car was directly behind us now, and suddenly I think to myself "Aww. Now we're never going to make it to Japan." Then, the construction comes into view. We glance at the workers, though we couldn't tell what they were doing, and when we look back, there's a huge "ROAD CLOSED. DO NOT PASS." blockade in our faces. We smash head-on into the sign, and every one of us fly's out of the windshield, going 250mph, straight up into the sky. We reach the point of equalization, and we sit in slow motion in the air, as we begin our descent. Then, all of a sudden, we all have snowboards, except for 1, who has skis. The 'bridge' literally ran up the side of a huge mountain, and we were preparing to land on it. Forgetting completely about the cop, we braced for impact.

Everyone stuck the landing, but the speed at which we landed threw everyone off balance, and we started tumbling down the mountain side. Occasionally, one would recover, but then you'd loose the hold, and continue to tumble down. Out of nowhere, a gigantic cliff basically swallowed us whole. We fell down what must have been 200 feet, and landed onto a powdery 50 degree angle. I was in the front, next to the skier, and then 2 snowboarders behind us. I, having a snowboard, started flipping in the air uncontrollably. I glanced over to my right, and the guy with the skis was trying to stabilize in the air by extending his legs out in front of him, slowing him down. As soon as we hit the snow, however, his leg completely snapped, and he emitted a bloodcurdling scream. I had landed face-first into the snow, and skidded to a near stop. I looked up at the cliff, and the other 2 guys were flipping and spinning so fast and uncontrollably, that when they hit the snow, they tumbled a bit before slowing to a slide. We all were sliding, but we all were still alive. We took a second to recap on 'what the fuck just happened', and simultaneously, even the guy who broke his leg, let out whole-hearted laugh. That was incredibly awesome and fun. Hell, that was an amazing feeling.


I was playing the life of a kid who screwed up his life in one night, after getting drunk. He had been drinking rum and playing pool. Then, it flashed to the next day, where Dawn and I were downstairs. There was broken glass on the pool table, and also a note. Dawn was investigating/interrogating me. She had said that I had done a lot of things, and she said that there were 3 of us. I remember just me and another. Then, I remembered that there was a kid 'Tim' was his name, there with us too. I got the impression that Dawn thought I murdered him. Then, my Dad comes down, and says something. I give him an honest reply, and he makes a sinister remark to that, and picks up a golf club. Dawn sighs, "Oh, not again..." Dad runs at me, his eyes red with anger. I sprint out of the house, and notice that my backpack is on, and that my shoes are slowing me down. I reach the end of my street, and I slow my running down to a jog, and look behind me. Dad is running in tennis shoes after me. I sprint to the right, and take another right down the next block.

Now, I see Dad pass by on a bicycle, looking for me. I figure, he can't ride a bike in the grass, so I walk into someone's backyard, put my backpack down, and take off my shoes. I walk out to the street, and there he is, searching for me, although he hasn't seen me just yet. I sprint towards him, and he sees me, stops, and braces for impact. I leap on him, hoping to push him over, but to no avail. He drags me back towards the house, screaming in my ear all the 'things' that I did wrong that night. Now, it goes dark, and I'm back in my living room. I decide, I can't handle this anymore, of course I'm dreaming. I walk to the staircase, and as I'm about to walk down, I think, "Hey! I can just fly out of here!" I fly right through the roof, sort of like phasing through it. Unfortunately though, when I do, everything turned black, except for the sensation of flying and landing back in my bed... There was a voice saying "Who's flying again? Him?"