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Before going to bed I was watching "Through the Wormhole with Morgan Freeman".

I have now had a dream narrated by Morgan Freeman!

The dream was kind of like being in an IMAX where you are fully immersed in the image.

Unfortunately, I do not remember most of the dream, but the coolest thing I remember about it is this:

Morgan Freeman: "...however, looking at this this star..."
*the camera moves through a kind of zooming animation of space towards the star*
"... it has an Earth like planet orbiting in the habitable zone around it called "Marvin"..."
*The camera is rotating around a small Earth like planet, there is water, greenery visible on continents, and clouds visible in the atmosphere.*

I don't remember very much after this point, but I thought this was interesting.

Hi ppl of Dreamviews im Ray
Listen to this, my experience so far.

I just joined a three days ago and since ive been trying like hell to get lucid. My nose is all red from being constantly pinched and my mini notebook/journal is all scribbled.

The first day it took me like 2 hours to sleep but I managed to remember my dream although i was not lucid.

The second day I couldnt sleep. Took me over 2 and a half hours to sleep and i just couldnt focus. Real pain. The next morning I have NOTHING. TAB..NAK! Absolutly nothing! Im frustrated because i was sure being so tired and checking constantly that i had one and simply didnt remember.
Wich brings me to this morning:

No problem sleeping thats good. I wake up at 5:30 with nothing. Again. Now im really P...ED OFF. I do a reality check like every day, get up to drink juice because im really thirsty then go back to bed. I am just fuming. Plus im sure my last though was NOT my mantra since i stopped at some point. So im trying again for a while and just decide to try and sleep a lil before getting up.

And then: I dream that im in the car with my family. I notice a thing that looks like a square spider web on my right window. I open and close it a couple of times to see wether its inside or outside. Its outside. I look over my head and see a spider. Not a huge one; just a normal, real life spider. Brown, wich i dont like. I sit in the backseat so theres an empty seat next to me at my left. I tell my mom and she says shel take care of it later. So i do what i would do in reality and change seats while constantly keeping my eye on it . Were back home and park on the side of the road on our street. While my family goes home, I stay near the car for my bug. I slip my head in the front window and look at the backseat. The radio is playing my fav band Billy Talent. Diamond on a Landmine. I remember the sound. Then (first thing out of the ordinary) I see the small tv screen in our car on some kind of pole...thing. For a couple seconds i look at it and see it start to jump to the beat. Like boing boing like in a cartoon.

Splitsecond. Im dreaming. First though in my mind. I pinch my nose and breathe right through. Oh. Shit. Then the dream becomes all blurry and pow. Flash of white. I wake up. Or not. I did my homework and i know sometimes it seems like u wake up and u dont. False awakening. Yup. Still dreamin. As soon as i realise that its a false awakening I wake up for real. Now i have something to write in my journal! Those last events happened in a blink of an eye. Literally. But i know it wasnt a "real" lucid. First of all, i had very little control. Second, it was not as real as the real world. At least not after i realised i was dreaming. Third, I woke up almost instantly. Fourth, I didnt feel that excitement, exhilaration ur supposed to feel when u find out. Its like i didnt have the time and i was too pushed around to feel in control.

So yeah any tips? Comments? Id like tips since im just a noob Is there a reason why i woke up like that? Maybe i just wasnt tired anymore and woke up like every morning. My dream ended at 7:30. Also take note that my brother and sister are awake at 7 and they get noisy when i sleep in. Maybe they woke me up? Or just distracted me enough to lose focus?

Ray

I do not quite remember how I became lucid but I was in the kitchen of my house then i saw myself walk up to me with a gun saying you know what will happen soon just go do us a favor handing me the gun I then run out of the sliding glass door right next to the kitchen and took off almost instantly everything went blurry but I could still speak (although i did not say anything) and move so I started rubbing my hands together. I landed in a graveyard on my back (worst position right?) and tried to rub the grass which did feel rather real, but everything quickly became blurry again, I lost my vision and woke up. Felt like about a minute or 2 of dream time was lucid

I'm sitting on my bed, watching Youtube on my computer. It is pitch black outside, and perfectly silent. Judging by the darkness and the quiet atmosphere, it must be like three in the morning. I am the only one awake. The video I am watching is very disturbing. A man is chopping off his own fingers with a steak knife, one by one. He screams so loud it makes my stomach sick. Strangely, there is an English narrator describing the whole event in detail. “And now,” he says, “the man proceeds to chop of his middle finger. Watch closely as the steak knife severs the finger, revealing the inner layers of muscle, and the bone.” Eventually I can’t take it anymore, and I try to turn my computer off. But for some reason, instead of turning off, the volume just gets louder and louder, until my ears hurt. I turn away from the video and cover my ears, but the man’s screaming still manages to get through. I attempt to drown him out by screaming myself, as loud as I can. Everything goes black.

In this next clip, I am not included. However, I can see everything clearly through the lens of a video camera. I can tell I am watching a home video taken by a wife of her husband and son. They are on a yacht, sailing around in a little lake on a sunny day. The husband is sitting in a plastic lawn chair by the edge of the boat, but I can’t see his head. The camera is focused on his leg.
In his hand he holds a large knife. He stretches his leg out on the long chair, and makes a long, deep cut in his leg. Almost instantly his innards spill out of his leg like a bucket of chum being poured out, and it falls into the ocean, leaving a flappy skin-baggy leg behind. The man doesn’t stop there, he continues to mutilate himself. This time, he makes a wide gash across his stomach. Again, his guts and muscles and everything else pour out of him, leaving a skin bag stomach. The little son is crying and screaming in the background. “Daddy, please stop!” he shouts, but the father continues. “Whee, isn’t this fun?” says the mother.

I am sitting on my bed watching television when my brother Erik bursts into my room. He stands there and says something to me that I can’t make out, it sounds like he is very far away. I stand up to get closer to hear what he says, when suddenly the door disappears. He looks back at where the door used to be, a look of surprise on his face. I turn around, and watch as my dresser moves in front of where the door used to be, all on its own. Then, a wooden chair comes from nowhere and floats towards me. It starts attacking me, beating me with itself. I scream and run towards where the door used to be. Erik screams and curls into a ball and lies on the floor.
The chair flings itself at me, but I duck and it smashes a hole in the wall. I run out through the hole into the living room. While I am running, I can feel something burning and cutting at my arms. I look, and twenty lit matches are slashing at my arms, singing my skin, causing burn scars. I fall to the floor and roll around screaming, trying to get the matches away. They keep attacking my arms. Suddenly Erik runs into the living room with a glass of water and starts to throw it on the matches. They are doused in water and fall lifeless to the ground.
I get up and look at my arms, realizing I am on fire. I drop to the floor again and roll around until I’m not on fire any more. But now, as I lie on the floor, a baseball bat starts to thwack me on the head. I try to get up, but I can’t move. It’s as if the matches put a curse on me. I soon pass out from being beaten.

The taste in your mouth is so disgusting that you have dreams about it.

I am seventeen. I can’t see anything except blackness, but when I look down I can see my own body, and a ring of light around my feet. Suddenly, I can feel something growing inside my mouth. It has the squishy feeling of cheek cells, but it has the consistency of mushy gravel. I spit it out, but it keep growing. I keep spitting and spitting, but with every spit it grows faster. I start to puke violently in a futile attempt to get the gravel out. It has filled up my mouth, and now it starts to grow down my throat. I gag on the gravel-mush and keep puking it out, but it’s useless. The gravel starts to grow in my stomach. I can feel my stomach bloat up like a giant balloon full of the mysterious growth. I look down, and my stomach is the size of a watermelon, and it keeps growing. I keep trying to barf the gravel out, when my stomach bursts open. The pink cheek-cell gravel stuff pours out of my stomach like sewage waste. Then everything goes black.

In case you're wondering why I'm able to post these so fast, I've already been keeping track of freaky dreams on microsoft word. So all I have to do is copy paste. Simple right?

I am a child, probably about six again. I am outside in a blizzard making a snowman with my older brother Erik. It is snowing so hard I can’t see anything around me except whiteness. We are laughing and giggling. Just as I plop the carrot on the snowman’s face, I hear a giant bell gong. “That’s daddy!” I say to Erik. We run off into the whiteness, giggling.
Soon we arrive at our house. It is a little ranch style house on the banks of lake Superior. There are no other houses around, it is complete emptiness save the lake, which is so large it looks like an ocean. If you peer across the lake enough, you can make out the little town across from us in Canada. (This is impossible to do in real life.) The snow lets up a bit, and my brother and I stand at the lakes edge and look into the flickering golden lights. Then, the bell rings again. We run to our house and open the front door, which leads directly into a staircase. We climb the stairs, and soon we are on the roof. On top of the roof are hundreds of reindeer, along with our dad, who is herding them. “There you are, kids!” he says. “I need you to check on the nodes in sector 41.” He herds the reindeers using loud “hyah’s”. We salute him in unison and jump down off the roof, which has suddenly become two feet high. We land in a trench, and walk until we are underneath the reindeer. They are standing on top of a metal grate above our heads. I look around until I find what I am looking for: a bunch of electrical wires mixed together in a cow feeding trench against a wall that has just appeared where we came in. We run to the trench and start pulling the wires apart and attatching them to different wires. Our dad calls to us from above our heads. “Hurry up guys, these reindeer need electricity!” We giggle and snap the wires together, which turns on a row of lights on the top of the cow feeder. I high five my brother and we run outside.
We run to the edge of the lake and look out across it. The waves are rough and crashing on the shore. And there is something floating in the distance way over in Canada….I jump in the lake and swim out to see what it is. As I get closer and closer, I can see it is a large mass of red floating across the water. As I look left and right, I can see it stretches out as far as I can see both ways. Suddenly, the red mass is upon me. I scream. It is thousands upon thousands of dead floating penguins in bloody water. I cover my eyes with my hands and bawl as I float along with this bloody mass.
Soon I reach a bridge. The waves are strong like rapids under the bridge. As I float under it crying the penguins splash against the sides of the water. I wash up on shore, and fall asleep on the snowy beach, covered in penguin blood and guts.

Those poor penguins..... I think this one was a fever dream. Pretty sure.

I often have dreams of getting cancer. Unfortunately, this is pretty much the only one I remember well enough to type out.

I am twelve years old, and I am at my house, sitting on the couch, when suddenly, I feel excruciating pain in my left arm. It feels like my skin is being ripped off. I look down at my arm, and what I see makes me physically sick. My arm has turned black and blue, and it looks like it has been boiled. Then, as I watch, a giant blood cell shaped like a concave donut rises up from my veins, bulging under my skin. But it wants to keep growing. It grows larger and larger, and the skin gets vacuumed to the blood cell. It hurts so much I start to scream. Then, more blood cells rise up from the surface like some sort of pox. Little ones, big ones, medium sizes ones, hundreds of them, until my arm is a lumpy mass of blood cells.
I scream and run to my dad, holding my arm in my right hand. I run up to him and show it to him. He looks at it carefully, then says, “Hmm, I guess I’m gonna have to take you to the doctor. But for now, just push them down.” I try to push down on one, but it only slides between my skin and my muscle, ripping my skin off my muscles. I slowly slide it all the way around my arm. It slides under my bone and goes away. I keep doing this until I get to the doctor.
The doctor looks at my arm and says, “hmm, it appears you have skin cancer.” He pulls out a needle the size of a hammer and jams it into my arm. It feels like I’m being stabbed. He injects me with a liquid, and it makes the blood cells disappear. “They will come back until you have chemotherapy, but until then, just shoot it up when they come back.” He hands me the giant needle and walks out. In a matter of seconds the blood cells return. I inject myself but they just grow larger. They grow and grow until my arm bursts and everything goes black.

This is one of the dreams that still makes me sick to my stomach when i think about it. Another one is when I again had skin cancer, which caused my arms to grow wooly mammoth hair and my leg hairs to grow thick, rubbery, and hollow like rubber tubing.

NO I am not making this up. I think I was having weird dreams at the time cuz I just got my molars out and was on narcs, not to mention the disgusting taste of packing in my mouth was wigging me out. But that's just an assumption. Honestly I couldn't really tell you the exact reason for having such a weird dream.

I am a child, about 6 years old. I am running through a dark forest. The only lights are the magical blue glowing mushrooms, and a magical blue light with wings, which I am chasing. "This way" it says, "follow me!" I chase it, laughing into a clearing, and then the light disappears. I stand in the middle of the clearing, looking around for the light. Everything is pitch black except for a small circle of light around me from the full moon above me. I suddenly feel a deep loneliness in the pit of my stomach. Then, a demonic scream is heard. A jet stream of black wind shoots through my heart, screaming evilly. It shoots through me so hard I am propelled backwards. The black wind turns into a dark demonic hand, and grabs a hold of my beating heart. It rips it out of my chest. I fall to the ground, bleeding, a gaping hole in my chest.
I lie on my back, wheezing, blood gushing from my mouth and the hole where my heart used to be. The circle of light from the moon that was around me is fading, becoming smaller, dimmer. Then, a dark figure approaches. It stands over me, and I know it is a demon. Its teeth are sharp and pointy, its eyes yellow and with pinpoint pupils. It cackles and holds my heart in my hand. "No," I whimper, "it’s my heart. Give it back. Give me back my heart....." "Oh," the demon says, "is this what you want?" It holds out my heart, for me to take. But I am dying, bleeding to death on the ground, gasping for air. I can’t move. He cackles again. "Well, here you go. Here is your heart." he places it in my left hand, which is open. I gently grasp my heart, but I can’t move my arm to place it back in my body. He laughs evilly, turns into the black wind again, and leaves. I am left lying there, fading away.
Suddenly a doctor who looks like a real life version of Doctor Mario runs up from the same direction the demon left. "My god, look at this poor, poor child!" he says. He is carrying a medical kit, and as soon as he comes upon me he kneels down and sets his kit next to him. "Why, it looks like your heart has been ripped out," he says, "now if only we could find it.”Here, here it is," I try to say, "here is my heart, in my hand, my left hand..." but my words are too faint, and jumbled together. To me they sound like I am a two year old with marbles in my mouth. To the doctor I sound like I am not even speaking, my voice is lost in the wind blowing through the leaves. He shrugs after gazing around the clearing looking for my heart. "No matter. I have everything I need here." he opens his medical kit and inside is about 10 beating hearts, neatly stored in containers like a tackle box.
He rummages through the box and picks out a large heart. "Ah, this should do the trick! elephant heart!" he puts it inside me. My breathing becomes slow and heavy. I can feel the heart beating very slowly inside me. It is beating so strongly I can feel it pounding against my shattered ribcage. I wheeze as I breathe in and out. "Noooooo…" as my lungs fill with air, "Noooooo…" as the air is forced out. "Noooot.....riiiiight....heaaaarttt.....noooooo... .." the doctor can see he has chosen the wrong heart. "Well that’s not right at’ tall!" he says in a newly acquired English accent. He pulls out the elephant heart and rummages through his box again. He pulls out a small, rapidly beating heart. "Now this, I am sure, will definitely do the trick! Rabbit heart!" he inserts the rabbit heart into my heart cavity. Instantly I can feel the rapid beating. It’s too fast, I can’t breathe. I gasp for breath but the heart is beating too fast, with each beat the intensity of the beat increases, and my chest puffs up. Suddenly it explodes. Blood splatters everywhere including on the doctor’s face. Then, darkness.
I am floating along a river. I open my eyes, and see red. I am in a clear liquid, floating along, with giant red blood cells floating along with me. The walls are pink and squishy, and it smells and tastes like death. I can hear the loud sound of a pulsating heart. I know that I am in my own bloodstream. I laugh, and float along the blood river until I stop at a long, dark set of stairs.
I climb down the stairs, and suddenly I am in my basement at my old house in Marquette, Michigan, the town I was born in. It is empty, and the corners are darkened by shadows. The walls are pink and squishy, as I still am in my own bloodstream. There is a man sitting in the middle of the room, working on something. I walk up, and see it is my mom’s second husband Steve. He is concentrated on doing surgery to a cardboard box with little red blood cells in it. "What are you doing?" I ask. "I'm performing surgery, sill Aub-Berry! Remember I have sickle cell anemia?" he asks. "Yes, I do. Can I help?" he points to a hallway that has suddenly appeared on the wall to my right. "Go down that hallway, and catch me some of your red blood cells. Hurry!"
I giggle and run down the hallway, which quickly turns into a lightless maze. I chase after the giant red blood cells, and tackle them to the floor, but when I do they disappear. Soon I see a light at the end of the maze. I go towards the light, and when I enter the room, I see my dad sitting in his blue easy chair watching TV in the unfinished basement of our current house. I smile and run up to him and climb in his lap, curl up, and fall asleep.


Thats my dream. Don't laugh or accuse me of just being very imaginative. Because I know for sure I would never be able to make this stuff up.

Last night this is what I dreamt;

I was in a park of some sort, playing football with my little sister, the ball rolled away underneath a bridge which was a few centimeters high. I managed to slide under the bridge and grab the ball but I got stuck and then I think I fell asleep because when I woke up (in my dream) I was still stuck underneath the bridge and the sun was setting, I called out to my little sister because it was getting dark and the park was not a good place to be after dark. They eventually got me out.

And then I woke up (in real life)

After falling back to sleep, this is what I dreamt;

This dream seemed to continue on from the previous one as I was having an argument with my parents over something and I remember constantly reinstating "I was stuck under a bridge for two hours!", the argument was a heated one as I was shouting and screaming, but during this whole argument my parent did not care, I remember my father was lying on the couch like a slob and my mother was not listening to a word I was saying. After this I stormed upstairs to my room and while I was about to play some music (which is what I usually do after arguments) I heard their music streaming through the radio, this made me even more angry so I put on one of my CDs

And then I woke up

On the night of the 28th, I went to bed at around 2 in the morning and so I set my morning alarm for 8. In that first period of sleep, I remember very little dream wise. I got up to use the bathroom and read over my dream journal for the past few days. Then I very quickly fell back asleep, but not before doing a bit of the MILD technique. I fell asleep chanting "you will know when you are dreaming."

So I was in my basement. This was a dream of course, but it was a very realistic representation and I accepted it as reality. I looked out the window and saw a group of individuals who I can only describe now as super-villains. They were wearing weird costumes and I could tell they were up to no good. This should have been a good opportunity for a reality check, but I missed it. I ran upstairs and told my parents that there were evil people trying to blow up the house. So we all found weapons around the house and got ready to fight them off. This would have been another good opportunity for an RC. But nope.

I had found a weapon which was a combination of a kukri, a gun, and a camera lens. One super-villain struck me as very dangerous because I could see that she had a sniper rifle. So I shot her three times in the head. But she did not die... So I ran upstairs and asked my dad "how do I kill that lady?" And he responded: "Just shoot her in the head!" Well I already had. Three times. Finally, this struck me as strange. All of a sudden, she was in the house and coming right for me. At that moment, I became lucid.

I remember spinning around with the kukri and chopping her in half. But I was way too excited and my spinning motion sent me right up into the air and literally through the roof. So I was flying. I knew this would be difficult to stabilize. I sort of levitated, and then would drift over to things as I focused on them. But all I could really focus on was clouds. Eventually i lost lucidity and woke up.

I did have other dreams that night/morning, but this one was cool because of the lucidity and the flying. I thought I would share it.

1. I'm performing in a play of some sort. My older brother is unusually angry at me, and tears up the costume I was supposed to change into next. As it turns out, he didn't like the subject matter of the play because he'd been given eight days to live.

2. We've managed to patch things up enough that my parents and I take him to a weird place where you can finish a college degree by solving a special jigsaw puzzle. There, we meet a death-spirit who looks like a giant Pikachu with an entirely black tail and has a soothing, deep voice. I have to leave the puzzle-room, but promise that I'll visit in dreams and give my bro a big hug. I eventually find out he summoned the spirit by drawing a special symbol on himself.

3. My friends, my goldfish, and I move into this house that's a miniature nation-state for people who are part Irish. Inside the house, we have to fight a bunch of bosses from Kingdom Hearts and Final Fantasy. To get our powers, we raise fake swords and Keyblades and recite a somewhat Green Lantern-esque oath to turn them into real weapons. During the fight, I cause significant damage by dancing on the long hair of one of the bosses.

4. I'm utterly depressed by earlier dream events, and decide it's time to summon the Pikachu-looking spirit to myself. My friends don't want me to leave, but they understand. So they help me assemble a comfy bed out of pillows and blankets, while I remove my clothes and draw the symbol- a small circle on the forehead, a vertical line all the way down the body ending in another circle, and upward-curving lines across my eyes, throat, chest, and hips. I lie down on the bed, and the yellow spirit arrives. He tells me to close my eyes, and then when I open them again, to get up. As I do so, I step out of my own body. Before we leave, I gently kiss my forehead, and the glass of my aquarium, where my fish has been trying to get above the water to join me. The spirit informs me that another of his kind will bring me my goldfish later, as it wouldn't want to be without me.


Gah. If there are two kinds of dreams I hate, they involve bad things happening to my brother or to my fishy. The first thing I did when I woke up was check Aristotle's aquarium and reassure him I'd never leave him behind like that, and the second thing I did was check my brother's Twitter feed to make sure he'd tweeted recently. (I must admit the scene of kissing the brow of my own body would make for a kinda neat sketch, though...)

I think I'm fighting myself and my recall. I'll wake up from a pretty vivid dream and be too lazy to open up my computer and take notes on it. It is sort of self defeating. I remember that I had two pretty vivid dreams. But this is the only one I can remember and, at that, I can only remember a part of it:

I was at some sort of party in a big dining room. There was a good crowd of people there and it seemed like everybody didn't like me. I remember constantly getting pointed out and made fun of or angrily talked about. I had no idea what I did. I then remember making "friends" with this crippled guy. He had to walk with walkers because his legs didn't work. It was odd. But anyways after talking to him I excused myself to go to the restroom and a moment later he, the crippled guy, comes hobbling in. I remember that I was in the stall and when I heard the door open I knew it was him and I was terrified. He opened the door to my stall and his mouth was taped shut but I could still hear him talk (that shoulda been a dream sign, right there!) but instead of waking up because of the obvious sign he goes to tackle me. Being full bodied I manage to throw him aside.

And then I'm in a hallway and trying to half crawl and half hide. I'm sitting at the corner of a tiled hallway when three women walk by. They are younger, like 19 or so, and completely ignore me when they walk by. I remember hearing them say something mean about me and I took a swing at one of their legs. They round the corner. I turn back to my edge of the hall and see across the hall a group of guys are sitting in desks and some taller man is walking back and forth by them. In my dream I realize the guy in the first desk is Josh Howard, an NBA player. In my dream I remember thinking "This doesn't look like Josh Howard." But it doesn't phase me. I end up grabbing his leg and shaking it and saying, "You're Josh Howard?!" and he nods while trying to pay attention a little bit to the tall man. But he obviously loves the attention. Then I say, "Man, I LOVED you with the Dallas Mavericks in 06-07." He grins, obviously really pleased with this, and nods his head.

And that's that as far as I can remember. An interesting dream. It had my heart going at some points. I really need to work on forcing myself to journal as soon as I wake from a dream. My recall is getting a little bit better but I know I could have so much more written in here.

I'm getting close to lucidity, I think, I can feel it. I'm starting to critically think while in dreams.

I found myself in some strange world with only a metal buliding. Now I wasnt really myself because I was a bug alien thingy, sorta like a praying mantis or something close to that. Anyway, I recall all of my dream but somehow my friends were all captured by our enemies, the humans. Only I was able to escape from their evil clutches. Im pretty sure that they did manage to capture me once but somehow I freed myself, but this I hardly remember. So Im sneaking my way through this buliding until i come across a room. Without thinking, I open the door and go inside. The room is half cafeteria and half arcade so I stay low to the floor to avoid any unwanted eyes on me and make my way to the arcade side. Suddenly a kids appears but instead of screaming and alarming everyone else, he asks me if I want to play an arcade game with him. Since I happen to love video games, I agree with though Im playing the game with the enemy, though that doesnt seem to cross my mind at all. Also I dont know how I was supposed to play considering I had praying mantis arms...but somehow I did. The kid challenged me to a race, whoever could beat the game first wins. I remember one of the arcade games being Mortal Kombat (old one) but I cant remember what the other one was but I have played the game before. Anyway, we go through the entire game but just as one of us is about to win a lady enters through the door that I came in from. She looked like one of those scientist people from an anime that have purple hair and keep it up in a bun, also she was wearing glasses. I immeditately duck under the table (I have no idea where that came from since the huge arcade machines were there...) and hide from her. I believe that this person was the one who had captured me before and now I was freaking out. She starts to walk over where the kid and I were, then I believe that she asked the kid something. The kid responds by saying something about magic, though he was talking to the lady it was actually aimed towards me. Out of nowhere, I pull out some strange device just as the lady begins to duck down and almost see me. Using my magic, i was able to speak through the device, though I really dont see how that was supposed to help me in any way. The lady was so focused on the device that she failed to notice me at all until my magic was slowing draining and I had nothing left. The device shut off and then the lady demanded that it speak again. I tried hard to use my magic but I was bone dry. Just then, she says that she knows Im there but doesnt try to grab me. Either the kid or the lady then say a word that begins with an "S." Ive never heard of the word before and so without thinking I hop out. I look at the kid questionly and he simply states what the "S" word means, that the humans were going to come and get me but they couldnt enter the room. However, that means that I would be trapped in the room forever if I didnt leave. I couldnt deal with the fact of being stuck in the room so I crawled across the room to another door, looked at the kid and he looked back at me, though I could tell he wanted to help me but couldnt. I opened the door and glanced around the halls for humans, the coast was clear. So I slithered across the shiny steel floor until I came across something. It appeared to be a book. Determined to figure out what it was, I went over there. It was then that I noticed that the book had a picture of one of my friends on it! (My friends were all animals by the way, not alien thingys like I was) Now the book was one of those slightly bigger ones with an almost sqiushy touch to it. I knew that it had to be the real deal and attempted to use my magic but it was still gone from the stupid device. I cant remember this part but somehow I was able to get my magic back, I think that the kid had somehow helped me but Im not entirely sure. But I was able to free my animal friend, so I continued to free all of them since there was a trail of them leading me all the way to a book store. Once I finished saving all of my friends I woke up.