nightmare

This dream once again occurred this morning, 23 August 2012. It contained some brief moments of lucidity, and was interruped when I woke up around 6 am.

We begin in a university classroom, which for some reason looks very much like a classroom in a high school or elementary school. I'm sitting in for a social studies class, on the political history of the United States or something, and in contrast to my regular courses I don't find this interesting - I find it VERY interesting. Most of my friends in my program have already left. The teacher continues an explanation. By 11 am (or is it 1 pm?), I'll be beginning my first day in Physics class. My phone rings.

The person hanging out outside appears to be me, but I can't really identify with this person, so maybe it's my alter-ego. For sanity purposes, I'll refer to this individual in the first person.

I'm doing an extreme sports stunt on a bike, not a skateboard. The scene shifts toward somewhere else. Suddenly, the police catch us, and we're denied permission to enter my next class.

I don't want to go with the cops, I think. Yet my phone prompts me to, and I enter the principal's office.

Somewhere along the line, I'm walking in a hallway on campus in what seems to be a big environment building. I suddenly realize that I'm dreaming, and begin to look around at the walls, the windows, and the students.

I drift in and out of consciousness, of sleep. The waking-life version of myself seems to be paralyzed, so I drift back into sleep, with much effort. The scene changes.

I'm in the principal's office, and a thought drifts into my mind. I think of writing these things down, to publish certain things on Twitter when I wake up, with codes B, C, and D. The D code refers to detention, while the B code is something later on in the alphabet. The D code says to the teacher:

"Am I in detention, or am I free to go?"

This is something that I picked up from a video showing how to deal with the police. Rule number one is be calm and don't be crass.

I'm given a list of options, from life in prison to one day free to whatever else. The best option, they say, is Baptism.

The official looks rather puzzled and pauses for a moment, but after a while says that I'm free to go. I remember the buildings on campus, but I never make it to my physics class.

At home, it seems that my dad has lesions on his neck, which look like cancerous lips protrouding from the base of the chin. We go to the doctor, and then suddenly I'm in this waiting room.

I remember a TV commercial about healthcare options. Even though I know trhat I'm lucid, I think it would be wrong to change the scenery while I'm walking through that hallway again. So I walk up to the reporter at the receptionist desk:

"Hi, I'm looking for healthcare options for my dad".

The reporter, who seems to be African-Canadian, shakes his head.

Flashback - in a dark cave dismantling something to the next level.

The doctor finds that the lesions are cancerous, but traditional chemotherapy would have done more harm than good. A new emerging field in medicine, nutshot oncology, has proven that these lesions are treatable by other methods.

Have a nice glass of glastnost!

Jail or Baptism?

On YouTube, the number of likes are hidden, but it's wavering around 50%. A certain scene is depicted, and the likes rise above the half-point mark when we win, and fall below when we lose. It shifts in a gyroscopic circular manner, like the Moon around the Earth around the Sun, and then the Moon will be flung away, pulling Earth-Moon out of its orbit.

"But the Moon has been around for four billion years!"

In high school, I send some people an email with facial icons for each of their respective profiles. For some reason, the guys' images are larger. I tell him not to skip class.

In social studies class we talk about "nutshot porn". That's gross.

As I walk outside my residence room in the morning, it's chilly. Yet, for whatever reason, my sweater is wet and damp.

I wake up early to go swimming.

I was in a depart. Store with nobody I had ever meant before, all a sudden we were on top of the roof of the store and we were protecting two devices that could kill vampires and zombies one was a shimmering heart of some sort the other was a generator/water heater device that had a giant wood plank attached to it as the control panel. But the vampires found out about us protecting it and jumped up towards the roof destroys the shimmering heat by squeezing it then jumps back off, I tried to stop the mystery vampire that appears in my dream on more than one occasion but came up too short. We all wondered if the second device.would do the trick but.could only be charged once we started programming it and I realized I was dreaming then woke up.

A fantastically strange dream I had this morning, 19 August 2012. We begin at a Level Two dream, a dream-within-a-dream.

The time is approximately 4:30 am. I have been unable to sleep all night, and we are all partying in the French room. I feel the beginning of a depressive episode, or more accurately, a disrupted-sleep cycle episode.

I talk to random people about even more random stuff. This one guy sits in the corner, brown hair and blue eyes, looking positively stoned. I try to talk to him by waving my T-shirt in front of his face. Nothing.

Finally, I get him to speak. He asks me a bunch of game show-style questions, and says a series of long words, with each one supposed to be longer than the last:

1. pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis
2. supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
3. antidisestablishmentarianism

Clearly, those are in the wrong order. He then asks me some questions about golf. I know nothing about golf - have never played.

I wave my shirt in front of his face again in the shape of an Ouroboros. Nothing.

I then sit down at a table with some classmates. A girl is reading this book about careers and life decisions, and a guy she's friends with is talking with us about it. She seems to have the wrong assessment of it, though, by giving a bunch of false analogies about how your decisions are like making a cake or something, about how important it is not to mix certain ingredients together. The basic premise is that once you set off on one path, you can't set off onto another. The guy said that this is not true.

With her permission, I begin to write down some of what she says in my all-purpose notebook, which becomes a fury of words and doodles. There is more than one path to reach any goal, I think.

Suddenly, the teacher, who reminds me of my Cantonese French teacher from grade seven, terminates the "Party" in a military-style manner. I pray--I know, that I won't be included in this disciplinary action. I go to the front of the room to dispose a water bottle into a recycling bin, as it has been done since the dawn of time. She yells and says it was the water SHE bought, but dumps it away anyway. I begin to wake up from this second dream.

An anti-depression group on Facebook sends me a huge message in which the entire group of more than 1,000 people are included. The leader of the group asks me to "get help" for my actions at the party. What?

It is OK to take a winding path.

LEVEL 1.5 DREAM - TIME SCALE: NONE.

A book lays out four points. Yes, this is the same book that the girl was reading. Point one: STDs are bad.

"Internships are also bad, and you'll be frustrated with them for the rest of your university career. Just kidding! Teen life after graduation isnt that bad".

It goes on a bit about the importance of sleep, or rather, why sleep is something to be taken advantage of even when you can get none of it...

LEVEL ONE DREAM - BEFORE THE INCEPTION

I go to bed at 11 pm, but I continue not sleeping. Was that anti-stigma depression group on Facebook involved to a certain extent? I draw conclusions and make recommendations about a certain university in the vicinity of Cambridge, Ontario, noting five: Waterloo, if not Waterloo then Wilfred Laurier; McMaster, Guelph and Western, maybe Queens...

I drift off to "sleep", which isn't really sleep at all.

One inception later...

LEVEL ONE DREAM - AFTER THE INCEPTION

It's almost 8 am, and the building I'm in looks like a mix of all the styles of buildings I'd stayed in during my visit to China three years ago. It has the appearance of a hotel, my bedroom to the left and back of a bathroom, the door near the front, my parents' room to my left.

My mom questions me about that online chat I had with three different guys that appeared on the room in different colours, red, green and blue, or maybe mauve. It's Monday. For some reason, the chat takes place at about the same time as that "Party" in the French room, and it continues until about 4 am, when I "fell asleep" but drifted into that other dimension.

Suddenly, I'm back in my normal house again, but there has been no discrepancy in surroundings. It's dark outside, despite the time of day. I check the weather forecast: the fourteen-day trend shows today below normal, about 9C (about 48F), and Tuesday is above normal. Wednesday is below normal, and Thursday's temperature is actually unknown after the thunderstorms, but it turns out to be about 12C (54F). Friday...snow?! At first, first glance, the first three days are unknown in temperature.

LEVEL 0.5 DREAM - TIME FRAME: NONE, NOWHERE, literally "no WHERE"

I'm tracking my depressive episodes on a spreadsheet, as the yellow lines jot up and down. I think about how my earliest episodes had negative healing energy, and how my late grandmother suffered from it. This time, I had better consult positive healing.

I'm reading a book, or maybe an Internet page similar to Dream Views, on a guide for lucid dreaming. The page is attached to the main server like a paper clip, like a yellow banana-type paper clip!

The columnist's name is Heather, or maybe Courtney, or maybe Stephanie. She comments on a method, and asks, "will your gin/ be like that"? I think that's a typographical error on my part, sorry, cheri-o.

Back to the method granted during the 1.5 dream level: does that mean they're saying you should avoid STDs as much as possible, and reach for your career goals as much as possible? In other words, are they telling you to be a virgin, and stay a virgin?

Which university should I pick?

Of course, I am advised, to take home foods, and not drugs! Consult my spiritual 'minister' instead, who is along for the journey this wjole time. I pray--I know--that your dream will awaken.

Before the military-style party-coup takes me away for the excecution, I announce to a TV-style audience interview that I discovered THIS part of the brain, as I point to the area above my ear, whisking my hands in a scalpel-like motion, the temporal lobe...

The manifestation of spiritual ecstasy...

We must always question reality, even when it seems we are not dreaming, in order to lucid dream. I try to do a reality check, but I am actually aware that I am NOT dreaming...

I awaken for real this time. It's 4:30 am, and I have a cold, which is not apparent in my dream.

Moribund. I see Orion rising in the east. It it a winter constellation. Soon it will be back to slow yet. There are two very bright "stars" in the sky, one atop Orion over eastern Taurus at about magnitude -1, which is Jupiter. The other is barely visible behind some tree, near Gemini, about magnitude -4, quite obviously Venus.

A'ho Calalami - a sacred chant (an even more sacred ritual by sacred beings on this sacred Earth). The ramble, the ramble, the ramble. Timetable of an elongated executive quasi-quarter century.

PART II

I think, in fact, that there is no recollection between my first falling asleep and my first memory of being in my dark bedroom. Maybe this is actually a WILD experience.

I check the time, and it appears to be consistent. Around 5 am. Yet, I look at it again, and it flashes all over the place, and I realize I don't need to do my second check, of reading what I had just written.

I am in a dark room. The mirrors scare me greatly, yet I look into them with interest. I realize that it is a dream and I begin to be lucid, and I walking into the mirror, apparently stuck there for just a moment, entangled, before I emerge into another universe...

LEVEL TWO DREAM

I walk out into the living room, trying to smash through the front windows. It stops me, yet darkness has turned to daylight, about 7:30 pm, near sunset. I walk into a mirror again, when it was dark, and I return to my bed, I return to the mirror...

I walk toward the front door, opening it. I see the reflection of a woman in the mirror, who looks like my mom's face merged into somebody else's. She apparently beckons me not to go outside, but I do so anyway, and walk out onto the street.

The theme of today's mission is nutshot.

I walk into my street, turning left, but 100 metres in, I stop. I decide that my mom was right after all, and I turn back. When I check the mirror again, there is no more reflection. The mirror no longer scares me. I am no longer afraid. I walk to my bedroom.

The sun has almost set now.

LEVEL THREE DREAM

Without any discrepancy, not even for a moment, I fall into another dream, perhaps through sleep, and awaken as I climb down a set of stairs. It does not scare me, as huge stairs did in the past.

I'm walking down into the depression group's cavern. There are literally hundreds--maybe thousands--of people here, each one applauding as I walk down. It resembles a set of circular stairs more than it does a Maya temple, but it is easily 500 metres en plus from top to bottom.

A frail-looking elderly woman in a wheelchair is pulled up as I step aside to let her pass. I walk to the right, and to my left stand thousands of people, each with a different face, applauding, just applauding.

Finally, I reach the bottom. The lights are on and it looks like one of my friends' basements, only MUCH larger, but just as low-hanging with the ceiling. I ask one person as soldiers stand by. "Why", I ask, are there more people down there?

"They're probably just reproducing. Ha, I'm kiddding. Say, Junior, know any grade 12s who can handle a rifle?"

This is a real program. In room 1, I find strangers talking.

I then step into Room 2. Here are four people I recognize sitting on a sofa, along with more people I recognize sitting all around. This includes one guy who said I'd helped save him from a life of suicide.

I ask them where I might find the bathroom. I was also going to ask me whether they saw my crazy moves at that party in the French room, because at least one of them was here, but I didn't have the time, I needed to pee. They all point me to the girl's bathroom.

"What! Dude, that's the female bathroom!"

They all laugh.

You idiot. You know if you pee in a dream, you'll wake up and actually have to pee in waking life. Have you lost your mind, or more accurately, your lucidity?

I then walk into room 1 again, speaking in an Indian accent, "do yoo know vherre dee bathroom is?"

Some guys are sitting there talking, "he didn't have a rifle". I shrug and then smirk incredulously. Where they looking for me?

I wake up. It is around 6:40 am, and I go to the bathroom. The golden sunlight pours in but I manage to drift back to sleep.

PART III

I'm in a backyard garden of some sort. Somebody's kid might get charged for violence, because the school's charter expressedly prohibits violence against another student's "dick", "nuts" or "ballsack".

I read a hithertofore-yet-unknown chapter of the Bible. It's called Hittites, and near the end, a voice that seems to be God asks a man to renounce everything he's known to date about religion. It has an Egyptian air to it. With much haste and hesitation, he does. "Let ye forget all you have learned, and seek God's salvation from here anew. Replace all your man's word with my word. A new pearl will appear in your forehead".

The Bible I'm reading has excluded a certain chapter beginnign with the letter L. It's certainly not Luciferians.

It then goes onto the New Testament. I begin to close the book.

Should I go to church today?

Now, I'm on a boat of some sort, without any discrepancy. The founder of a project, who is female, talks about the benefits of getting dolphins and humans to play together in this lake. First, she says, the dolphin feeding will attract phytoplankton, causing a bloom. This will then stretch out, and bring gold nanoparticles to the surface, as well as lower global carbon dioxide levels, in a method not yet unexplained. I thought they'd tried iron fertilization for algae blooms and that failed to lower carbon in the atmosphere by any significant amount?

This is the same method, she continued, of bringing gold to the face using algae, and creating a gold mask and a gold leaf that one will now wear on the face.

When I wake up again, it is 8:20 am.

weird, weird, crazy dream last night.

it was the end of the world, and this was signalled by a human woman giving birth to a baby gray alien. I walked into my living room and saw this woman sitting on my couch nursing the infant alien. It turned to look at me with its huge glassy-black eyes, which scared the bull-jeezus out of me.

Next i was in the hospital where i work. Some sort of massacre was taking place and i was on the top floor trying to escape. As i ran down a hallway I saw a freakishly long arm reach out of one of the rooms and grab a patient, pulling them inside. There was another patient nearby in a wheelchair, and i saw that the nurse that was trying to wheel him out had been killed. I ran up and started to push the wheelchair toward the exit, when the patient turned around and grabbed my arm... his flesh was paper-white and his bottom jaw was ripped off. Somehow he could still speak, and he said "My skin's cold, isn't it?" When i opened the door to the exit, it made a loud "ding!" like a cash register.

then i was in a park with my four year old daughter and wife. I was saying to my wife, "i wish i could meet the sonofabitch that killed all those people at work..." No sooner did the words leave my mouth than a huge red demon (!), horns, tail and everything, walked up and said "here i am." My daughter got scared and ran out into the street, but the demon grabbed her just as she was about to be hit by a car. He sat her down on a picnic table and asked me where my friend K___ lived. I told him there was no way i would tell him that, to which he replied "i can't save her if you don't." He saw that i didn't believe that was his intent, and he pointed to my right where a bullet was floating in midair. "That's where she'll die if you don't let me help."

that's all i remember

No shoes, no service
I'm taking my kids to a shop on a strip mall. As we walk up to the entrance I see a "No shoes, no service" sign and realize that my feet are bare. We all go back to the van so I can get some shoes on.

Demon dog at the police station
I'm in some kind of private eye, film noir dream. I enter a police station via a lose second story window and find myself on a small landing. I go downstairs, but return upstairs to close and latch the window. Back downstairs, a huge black dog with glowing red eyes starts to chase me and my dog. With my dog, I run to the front door and open it just wide enough to get out through. I try to get my own dog out without letting the demon dog out, but he's somehow stuck. I wake up.

Game in a warehouse
I'm in some kind of puzzle game. I'm with a group of people in a gigantic warehouse. We're all riding along a huge conveyor belt that takes us from puzzle to puzzle.
Eventually, we reach the end of the conveyor belt. Something up in the air drops three big boxes down in front of us. Somehow, they're shooting at us. I know that this is really easy to solve if you just know the trick.
Now I'm looking at the summary screen for the last puzzle. I'm frustrated because even though I believe we solved it perfectly, we still lost points, and I have no idea why.

Bus to New York
I'm out somewhere doing some activity. Soon it's over, so Ron and I board a bus to go home. We're on the bus a long time - I wonder if we're going to the right place. I know Ron hates buses, so I look back at him and see that he's sleeping. The bus has a few rows of front-facing seats that recline slightly. Behind them are 5 seats on each side facing towards the middle of the bus. Ron is on those seats, laying down on his back. He doesn't quite fit. It looks like the seats at the end of the line can actually spread apart a bit more, but he hasn't done that. Behind those seats are a couple more rows of normal seats, then the back of the bus. I'm sitting a few rows back from the front. The row directly in front of me just has a couple of pairs of shoes on the floor. An older couple is sitting on the row in front of the shoes. I'm not all that happy with my seat, so I move and end up on the front row. The doors are immediately to my right.

I see indications that we're entering New York, and I'm worried. We pass through a toll plaza with "Welcome to New York" across the roof above the tool booths. For a while, we drive through a bunch of tall buildings; eventually, the view on our right opens up to a shipyard. The shipyard is large and is full of huge ships. One ship in particular stands out: a huge ship, carrying a cruise liner with plenty of room to spare, is being lowered into the water by a crane. Finally, we arrive at the La Guardia airport and the bus lets us off. The airport is a huge blue building with "La Guardia" written in white on the side. I'm discouraged that I'm probably just going to have to get on a return bus and spend the day on that to get home. I know I could fly home, but there's no way I can afford the ticket, especially trying to buy a ticket the day of the flight. I know I'll be missed at work today, but there's no helping it. I'll just try to be back by tomorrow.

Inside the airport, I get a call asking where I am. I explain that somehow we boarded the wrong bus. I'm worried that my phone is probably ready to die since it wasn't charged over night. I look around; I'm in a HUGE open room. It's almost completely empty, though there's a gift shop over in one corner.

I'm in a smaller hallway now. I've run into my in-laws. My mother-in-law is flying off on a missions trip and he's here to see her off. I think how nice it would be to fly home with him, but I know I can't.

The shapeshifters
I'm moving through a cave system trying to get away from something. I find some primitive bedding, and the thing taunts me. I move out of there and find myself in what seems to be a run-down cathedral. There are lots of tall, thin windows, but they're very dirty. The walls seem to be made out of stone.

Now he's there with me, but he's turned into a young man. He's some kind of shape shifter. I ask how that works, if he can change shape whenever he wants, and he explains. When he eats certain things, he changes; different things change different things about him. Where he comes from, there are lots of vendors who sell different items to cause different changes. You have to be careful only to use stuff that's compatible with you, or you could cause yourself problems.

Now I'm with him at an outdoor market. Booths all around are selling little squares with a color and letter; the color and the letter designates what they change.

Now I'm in a room somewhere. I have a bowl of colorful cereal. In the bowl, in among the cereal, is a yellow square with an H printed on it. I know it's not for me, but I accidentally start to eat it. I get it out of my mouth before I chew it too much. I know it's for a girl nearby. To hide the fact that I started to eat it, I wad it up into a ball. Somehow, even though the cube was fairly small, the ball ends up the size of a tennis ball, and I wonder where the extra size came from. I don't notice at the time, but the color has also changed from yellow to blue. I give the ball to the girl, and she eats it. No one is sure yet whether she can shapeshift, so this will tell. After chewing it, she bends over in pain - that means the change has started, that she is a shape shifter, and everyone is excited.

Easily my favorite lucid dream. Ironically, began as a lucid nightmare. Very satisfying and got about 10 minutes out of it.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #6: Seaside Escape (July 24, 2012)

Wife and I are walking along a wharf late at night with a man that we believe is our friend. I begin to realize that this man is not who he says he is and I'm growing more and more agitated. Suddenly, Wife screams, "It’s a setup! We’re being ambushed! Run!" and tears off running ahead of me.

I run after her and I hear the footsteps of our pursuers behind me. There are now many of them after us and this has become a full-blown nightmare. I know that the men behind me intend to kill us both.

Wife is running along the wharf ahead of me but she's approaching its end (or at least a bend) that leads straight into the ocean. We have nowhere left to go and I become lucid.

I run forward faster and faster to catch up with her. As my speed increases, I realized that I am soaring a couple of feet above the ground. I catch her under the arms and jumped up into the sky with her, flying several hundred feet into the air. We fly together over the ocean, splashing down far away from the wharf and our pursuers. The sea is choppy but it's a beautiful night. I'm completely unafraid.

I jump several more times until we end up in shallower water by a brightly-lit, festive boardwalk. The water is crowded with swimmers. It’s still night and we swim together through the crowd. I look closely at the faces of these other swimmers as we pass by. Vivid, detailed and varied, often with literally dozens of dream characters in the scene at once. I study them all, enjoying their detail. Most of them look like realistic people but one child has a very large head with an exceptionally large chin and lips. I commit his face to memory because it is so notable. He has curly blonde hair and somewhat pale skin.

We emerge from the water into the boardwalk’s shopping area, which looks very much like a mall food court. This area, too, is bustling with dream characters. I realize that I’ve lost track of Wife now. I feel that she’s safe and has to be nearby. At this point I sense I am at risk of being drawn too much into the "dream plot" and start talking to the characters around me, telling them that I am having a lucid dream.

I stop at a coffee shop. The girl who is the cashier there presides over a display case of poppy seed muffins. I feel bold and pushy so I tell the cashier that "This is my dream and you will do what I say!" Her hands drop to her sides and she looks ahead, suddenly no longer independently animated. I tell her to leave the cash register and walk out into the food court. She does. Some other DCs are watching, seemingly unsure what to make of this. I'm deciding whether to try to turn the cashier into Wife or try to see how many dream characters I can control at once.

A feeling of frailty suddenly sweeps over me and my voice becomes a whisper. Moments later, I'm awake.

This was just a great LD. I was riding high for days from this one.

Crocodile

I'm playing with a graphics editing program. I'm trying to make a realistic 3-D model of a tree. I've found some textures and random generation algorithms from various other sources, and I'm trying to see how well they can be combined. For example, the models for the fruit on the tree come from Skyrim. Now, I manage to generate a tree. But it's one of those strangler fig trees from the jungle, and the setting is just a basic North American backyard. Also, the branches sometimes have a weird orthogonal slant. I'm not sure exactly how to fix these problems, short of designing my own textures for a tree, and that would be very complicated. I also notice that there's a thin spot in the middle of the tree--not enough leaves there. I spend some time trying to make an extra branch and affix it manually. The patch looks okay from a distance, but when I enter the 3-D environment and rotate the tree by grabbing a branch and pulling it sideways, it's clear that the new branch doesn't quite connect to the rest of the tree. It's just floating in the air in the right general location.

I look over the white picket fence bordering the yard. My parents are visible through the glass doors of the next house. One house over, a big group of 9 or 10-year-old kids is having a pool party. And on the other side of the fence from the pool is a crocodile. Wait, what!? Sure enough, there's a live, fifteen-foot crocodile sort of hanging upside down off of the fence. I'm both terrified and excited by this. In any case I'm definitely going to stay up here in my tree. There's a guy crouching next to the crocodile, but I'm not worried for him. He's probably from animal control or something.

I call out to my parents. "Mom! Dad! Look, it's a crocodile!"

They open the glass door and come outside. "Oh, have they come to pick it up already?" my dad says. I guess they already knew the crocodile was here. Meanwhile, the kids at the pool party are still busy doing cannonballs from the diving board.

Suddenly, the crocodile snarls at my dad. He crouches, but he looks frantic and confused and there's nowhere to run. The crocodile lunges, and Dad trips backwards over a white plastic lawn chair, which falls between them. Then, to my horror, my mom jumps on the crocodile and tries to wrestle with it. "Shit!" I say, desperately. She should have run. I can't see exactly what's going on, because my mom's back is to me. I wonder if I should try to help, or if that would only get me killed as well. Then I see blood and bits of flesh spilling onto the patio. It must have gotten her neck. "Shit," I moan, overcome with horror at the fact that I'm watching someone die, and that someone is my mother. Somehow, I'm on the ground, and her body lands next to me. There's definitely something wrong with the shape of her neck, and there's blood all over. I wake up.

Math Seminar

I'm sitting in the audience for a math seminar. Absently, I look at the speaker for the first time in a while. It takes me a minute to realize that instead of Prof. S, the speaker is a very broad-shouldered man whom I don't know. He looks very strong, he's in shape, and he's not wearing a shirt. Huh. The man explains somewhat embarrassedly that he's advertising for a company whose logo appears on his shorts. Also, I guess he's the substitute teacher for the math seminar, and he's kind of hoping that we won't talk much about math, since he doesn't know much about it.

This is the second half-naked man I've seen in the math department today. I guess the female undergrads must be feeling pretty lucky. Anyway, after the seminar I walk onto the stage and see that the guy's not wearing shorts now, either, or underwear. He's picking up his clothes and getting ready to leave.

At some point later, I discover that I'm wearing only a T-shirt and underwear, and my shorts are around my ankles. I feel somewhat irrationally superior to the substitute speaker in that I decide to pull up my pants, instead of taking off my underwear like he must have done in the same situation. But I do recognize that I'm probably just jealous.

Math Book

One of my friends in the math department leads me into a side room where the floor is covered in dozens of packets of paper, printouts from various mathematical lectures and books. He hands me the printout of the last chapter of the book I've been working through. When I go back and add this chapter to the rest of the book, I take a moment to contemplate the book as a whole. It's in a very rough state: for example, after I add a couple of entries to the glossary at the back, I notice that some of the definitions end with commas, some with periods, and some with nothing. It will take some work to clean up, but I'm still proud of it. I think I understand a little better the essence of a math book. It's not all about the typesetting and the grammar--it's about the content, and content is what we have.

Piano Lesson

Three of us are sitting in a room, waiting. We're all musicians. A friend of ours is having a piano lesson in the next room. The two others decide to rehearse a tricky spot from the string quartet they'll be playing in the recital. I'm a bit uncomfortable with this, since I'm worried about the noise being heard in the next room. It looks like one of the older adults who's back here with us is about to come over and stop them, but then she decides it's unnecessary. I guess if she thinks it's okay, then I'd better not worry about it.

Frags:

• Playing a platform game of some kind.

I am dating a hot guy. He is a tall, white boy that dresses like he is a model straight out of GQ magazine. I often wonder how serious he is about me. Although I feel he is not genuine I lie to myself and continue seeing him. I am living in NYC. I met him in a 'jail'. In the jail I was on the 5th element and he was on the 4th. These elements look like a staircase in an office building and each floor is a different level. I would shout to him to come join me in the 5th element but he was scared of the unknown and didn't trust me. One day, an older man with white hair who reminded me much like a sensei, came down from the 6th level. He says, "You know, you can't get to the 6th element without going to the 5th?" My boyfriend then happily comes up to the 5th element and joins me into the 6th.

Walking through the 6th element is a pure aphrodisiac. I feel like I am floating, extremely high in a good way, happy. As we walk we dance and enjoy all of the beautiful images passing by. I look like a tall beautiful princess. I kind of favor Chili from TLC. I walk gracefully following the sensei with my boyfriend right behind me. This place looks like a cartoon version of India. Everything is colorful and cartoon like. I see an elephant smiling at me. I feel so happy and wonderful in this place. As I walk my hips move in a rhythmic motion and my arms extend out to the sides and flow gracefully. My boyfriend follows my rhythm. We walk all the way until we reach the end. There is a big man sitting in a huge throne. He looks happy and I believe we came here to ask his permission to stay here.

I am now in NYC with my boyfriend. I no longer look like Chili, I am myself now. We are on a big circular couch that is on a very busy sidewalk around a bunch of night clubs and bars. This is a VIP only section and we are the only ones in it. We are making out and he is trying to get me to have his baby. I don't want too but end up giving in. He climbs on top of me and fucks me while people are walking by, no one seems to mind. He cums inside of me within 5 minutes and falls backwards. I am pissed that he came that fast!!! He pulls up his pants, tells me I shouldn't have been that easy and then leaves me to go across the street to one of the clubs. As I watch him walk away I get the sense that he might be bi sexual. At this point I am mad at myself for believing this douche bag! I quickly get dressed and I see a girl frantically running to a pay phone. I know this girl. I yell her name and she waves but she looks upset. Her ride left her stranded. She gets a hold of somebody, hangs up, and begins running down the sidewalk. As I watch her I am now sitting on a couch in between two sexy ladies. I look down and there is a hole beneath our feet and I can see into another level of the city. One of my shoes fall off and I am sad.

I begin chasing this girl down the street. At the end of the street there is a ladder we have to climb down. When I get to the edge I see a car and my friend Christopher is standing outside of the passenger side door waving and smiling at me. I'm happy to see him so I run over and jump in his car. I am now in Tina's car. Christopher disappeared and I am sitting on the front passenger side which is on the right. Tina is driving and tells me that Jay (my boyfriend) hates me and I never have success with men or love. I feel sick to my stomach and immediately want to pop a morning after pill!

Now, I am driving in the back of a Hummer washing my hair through the sun roof. I am Rihanna. I drive the truck myself by using two little white knobs on the left hand side near the window. As I come up to an intersection I am now myself again, and I am in the drivers seat. I wait for the red light to turn green and then I turn left. Ahead of me I see an overpass and it is blocked off but people are still driving into it.

Before I realize it is too late, the whole thing is a trap and I just drove right into it!!! As I think about backing out a big metal door shuts behind me blocking me in. There are about 6 vehicles trapped in here. I hear a mans voice yelling come out and we won't kill you. He shoots all of our cars with a machine gun, which unlocks some type of hinge and our doors fling wide open. I am so scared and as I build up enough courage to come out, an ugly, disgusting, dirty, unkempt man is standing there with a gun starring at me. He is one of the men that planned this ambush. He is starring at me like he wants me, and I know I am about to be raped. I try to hold back my tears. He starts jerking himself off and he grabs my hand and walks me over to a different corner where he can save me for later. A girl questions if he is going to save me or kill me. He says he will kill me eventually because I suck. All the people around me are scared and we all believe we are about to die.

There is about 30 people around me, all ages, all nationalities. An Asian woman and her babies are here too. One of her daughter is a traitor and is in on this ambush. She looks like she is 9 years old and she is carrying an ak47. She starts shooting her brothers and sisters. Her mother cries and keeps yelling in an Asian accent, "Nooooo, not the gooks!" Gooks is their last name. The young girl ignores her mothers cries and shoots another one of her siblings. The baby falls into its sisters arms and the young girl starts to feel bad. The baby slowly dies and the girl looks sad and confused. Quickly the mother grabs the gun from her young daughter and shoots her in the stomach and kills her. Everyone then realizes that the tables have turned and now the hostages are in charge.

The man who was about to rape me now has guns drawn on him along with another one of his partners. He is held up against the wall by at least 6 hostages pointing guns in their faces. The man gets on his radio and calls his help, notifying them of the situation. Now an army is on the way and we are about to go to war with them. They attack us from all angles. The metal walls that closed us in now disappear and we are inside of a big, army green tent. I climb through a hole in the side of the tent and there are many men with guns wearing camo in the bushes. I walk on the road pretending like I am invisible and I do not get shot. I make my way to another tent and there is a wooden box. We open it and out pops a young naked Asian boy. He is a Prince of some sort. There is a girl who is a princess that was caught in the ambush and she is standing next to me. They were arranged to be married and now finally meet for the first time. They kiss and are now married.

I am now at Jaris's house (ex boyfriend in real life) and we are chillin in the garage. I am fresh out the shower, with baby oil all over my body. I am wearing a white towel. He asks me if I am always dressed like that when I talk to him on the phone. I look on top of the refrigerator for a t-shirt to put on and he says to me, "You don't have a t-shirt up there cause you're not my girlfriend anymore." He laughs and I feel scared his father will see me and get mad!

I was in some kind of a beach party in my home country i walked into a room and there were people dancing to rap music after i while i saw that Redman was there (he knew me by the way) we shaked hands talked a little then he put on some music and started a rap battle he was saying some stuff i wasn't even listening but everyone was going after every line i felt kinda insulted. Then the music stopped and he said that it was my turn he put on the music and everyone was waiting for me to start rapping, needless to say i could not i was just there shaking my head with a grin on my face they got kinda pissed so then i thought i would show them some sick dance move. They were impressed , but as i was doing my dance i saw that my favourite wristband was gone and went to look at everybody's pocket ( i need to add that while looking through the pockets i felt there was something in there like lighters and celular phone's and etc...) as i was looking for my wristband it magicly appeared on my wrist so i told all of them to fuck off not very pleaseant but i dont care. As i was walking out this guy came next to me and started telling me that when i knew what an MC was i should call him that he has a studio. I said to him to fuck off (i mean i wasn't even singing) i knew i was there with my bro so go to search for him while searching i felt this pain in my mouth like when your arm is going numb but with my mouth the front teeth area to be exact i finnaly found my brother he was talking with some girls i told him "We need to go" as we were leaving i tried moving my teeth with my tongue and they fell out he asked me "Did they do this to you" I responded "No" and then i spit 3 teeth it was a fucking nightmare the feeling and all i looked myself in some kind of a mirror i could see my reflection and saw that i did not have the teeth that had fallen out i was begging to get angry and i woke up from the excitetment

This was around afternoon so i jumped out of my bed and checked my teeth and they were there damn it was a relief

Clearness: Vague.
Vividness: Quite vivid.
Realism: Completely alternate universe.
Mood: Morbid.
Lucid: No.

I don't remember much of this dream. I can only tell I was lost in some very dark, morbid alternate universe, consisting of a very complex & chaotic jungle consisting of rusted metal overgrown by huge, nettle-like vegetation, and crawling with huge scorpion-like creatures that can crawl on the wall and the ceiling. I remember giant, brown spiders and roaches too.
I also remember meeting a mean looking, witch-like old woman in a certain room, who lived there, and she told me where I can find a shotgun to keep the creatures away from me. At some point I found the shotgun, and started to shoot the scorpions. When I hit one, blood splattered all over the wall and it disappeared.
This dream was probably quite influenced by Silent Hill and Doom 3.

Still not much going on in the matter of a dream life right now. Waking life is getting in the way lol.

Dream One: I'm at the Cabin at the lake with a bunch of other people. It's got to be a party or something. I decide to walk down to the water, but when I follow the path to the water I end up at my moms old house instead. I go inside, and there are a lot of people there too. I turn left and go into the living room where my husband is talking to my friend L. They're talking about anime, and L is saying he likes bleach. I'm pretty sure in waking life he's never seen it lol. I start agreeing that I like Bleach as well and we talk for a bit about how bad ass Ichigo is. Then I get up to go to the bathroom. When I get to the bathroom though I decide I need to do laundry not use the bathroom. I open the bathroom door and it's dark inside, but when I go to turn on the light I hear someone say Woah! Some how L has gone from being in the living room to being in the bathroom and is completely naked. I try to apologize, but he tells me to turn the light on and get a better look. I laugh and shake my head not daring to turn the light on now that he's told me to, and then grab the laundry and duck out quickly and embarrassedly. I duck into a room that I seem to think is mine even though I never lived in that house with mom. I take off my clothes and put them in the laundry basket and grab a pretty dress with rainbow stripes. I throw on the dress and grab a bandana off the dresser next to me. I start trying to figure out how I'm going to wear it, wrapped up as a head band or folded in half to cover most of my head. As I look in the mirror trying to figure out what looks best, I find that my hair looks like it's shrinking. It's like it's growing in reverse, getting shorter instead of longer and at a really quick rate. Then I lean in closer and my face is getting dark and I have a five O'clock shadow coming in. I rub my hand on my face and freak out that I have a beard coming in! I watch as my face starts to morph and look more and more like my husband. I start to flip out and panic, thinking to myself that I don't want people to see me like this, looking like a guy. Then I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I start telling myself over and over to calm down, there is no way that I am growing a beard. I do not look like my husband and I do not have facial hair. This will go away. It works, and my face is back to normal when I open my eyes, though I haven't realized it was a dream. Then L walks in, and tells me that my dress is the tackiest and ugliest dress he has ever seen and he loves it. I make a sarcastic crack about how sweet that was, and then I wake up.

This is my first dream journal entry!
Will keep this Dream journal updated on a regular basis.


So, it all starts of into this castle. I was reading a book, and suddenly i got teleported into the story of that book. I didn't realise this while i was in my dream, and i can't really remember how the story went in the book. I just know it had a 'scary' side to it. Then suddenly i had a false awakening. I was about to do a reality check, but something grabbed me and was tossing me around the room. I realised that this already happend in a previous dream, so i knew i was dreaming! I was telling myself that i shouldn't panic. Sadly it was really dark in my room, so i didn't see what was happening around me. I decided to do a kamehameha wave! Who knows how i got that idea in my head. So i started saying "KAAAAA-MEEEEEEEE-HAAAAAAAAAAAA-MEEEEEEEEEE-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA", and it failed. Needless to say i was embarrassed, but the nice "whatever it was" letted me go anyway (Maybe i got some bonuspoint for trying!).

Then i wanted to turn on the lights. This didn't work sadly, but suddenly i could atleast see a little bit. So that was good enough for me, and then i left my room. Then i wanted to go outside. So i decided i was gonna walk through the door, but while i was going through that door a girl was just in the middle of it and stopped me. At that point i was thinking about sex, who wouldn't with a girl like that! So i did my thing, won't go into details . Then i woke up for real. DAMN U DREAM SEX!!!!!!! Overall, pretty happy. Didn't do as mutch as i hoped for though. I really wanted to meet my dream guide!

(All my dream entries will be short. Just so you guys know.)


This is how she 'looked' like: (But just with a red dress)

Last night I had a bazaar dream, one that I had before a few months back, only this time I was able to take some action against the horrific events (I'm not sure if this falls under "lucid dreaming" or not, so I'm posting my dream here). The dream scares me and I want to know what it means.

It starts off with me driving through a suburban neighborhood, on my way to visit my father for a "family-get-together". It's all viewed in a first person perspective as I park in front of my "father's" house, which looks more like my mother's house (father and mother are divorced, lived with my mother for 4 years or more before getting kicked out and living with my father). A family-get-together might seem innocent enough, but this "get-together" didn't have much family in it. It consisted of my father, and 2-3 other characters that I've never seen before. Aside from "family", my old childhood friend (who lived next door to me when I lived in my mother's house) was there too. Apparently she was "invited" and came along to see me.

The interior of the house looks the same as it does in reality, only the guest bedroom seemed to be some kind of closed off cavern. This cavern was like a ceremonial trial of some kind that consisted of 3 bridges, crossing over what looked like a bottomless pit. These three bridges lead to 3 different loins head statues, and inside each lions head were either (from left to right) 2 vials of green liquid, a book and figurine of some kind of god-creature, and 2 vials of red liquid. It was never explained to me, nor do I know what the purpose of this "trial" is. All I know is there was an old hag who looked almost like a witch who instructed me to take this trial. She wasn't visually related to anyone in my real family, but I seemed to treat he like a family member that I knew, just never seen much of.

Apparently when I arrived, my childhood friend had already taken said trial, and I was told by this witch that I had to take it as well. My "father" in this dream kept to himself and seemed to have this look of disgust toward me, like he wanted nothing to do with me, or just looked at me like just another person he didn't know or care to know. He never explained anything to me and was often seen cooking and cutting up meats like a butcher. So when I was instructed to take this trial I didn't bother asking my father for any help or advice (Normally in the real world when I was faced with a situation that I wasn't sure about I would ask for his advice/approval/help) and went along with it.

The process of the trail was odd:
1.) Choose from either the 1st or 3rd bridges to cross.
2.) Once crossed, choose 1 of the 2 vials
3.) Once a vial was chosen, the 1st and 3rd bridges would fall into the pit. You had a split second to grab onto the narrow walkway on the wall mounted with the lions heads.
4.) From there you must shimmy to the 2nd bridge and write down 10 truths about yourself in the book inside the 2nd lions head.
5.) Once the truths are written, tear out the page and offer it to the god-creature's figurine while lying about all 10 truths (example: "I can not tell a lie" being a truth, you must say something like "I can't help but speak only lies").
6.) If you did this incorrectly, the bridge would fall. If you did it correctly, the page would burn and you'd have to drink the vial you choose.

Depending which vial you choose it was either beneficial or poison. My first time in this dream I picked the 2nd green vial and it turned out to be poison. From there, I was dragged back to the house, and a horrific ritual of some kind was performed on me where I was slaughtered and roasted alive like some kind of pig (equivilant to the traditional cooking of a whole pig at large Cuban and Puerto Rican family-get-together's, my family in reality being of Puerto Rican decent). Knowing this I chose the 1st vial this time and drank it. It wasn't poison, though it made me very sick, and when I came back from the "trail" I remember puking all over the floor and could barely walk, my friend at my side trying to help make me feel better. My father could care less.

Shortly after I recovered, my friend took a turn for the worse and started feeling faint. She was later taken to my old room and was resting in what looked like my mother's bed from the master bedroom. My dad was at her side, looking like he was taking care of her. I asked him if she would be okay, and if there was anything I could do to help. He just shook his head and grumbled words at me like "everything's fine" and "It'll be done soon". I didn't understand any of it, and the more I asked and demanded to know what was going on, the less and less pleased he seemed with me.

I stared exploring the rest of the house for a while and I eventually came across what looked like a slaughterhouse built in the backyard that connected directly to the back door of the house. This is where I witnessed other people getting slaughtered alive in the most disturbing and disgusting ways. I heard their screams and saw them gutted, filleted and lobotomized by my father and 2 other butchers. I was freaking out at the horrific sight and my father caught a glimpse of me. I quickly ran back inside the house and tried to get my friend from the bed, but the witch was already their cutting slivers of flesh and meat from her arms. She was accompanied by another, larger looking butcher and I demanded that they stop and explain themselves. The witch just looked at me with a crooked grin and said "The ritual must be completed!". Just then I was suddenly blind folded from behind, but I quickly fought my way out of being restrained and ran for the front door.

Once I made it outside I was relieved to see that there were people outside. Witnesses in case father should try anything. He was shocked to see them there, and didn't want to do anything while so many people were watching. He just looked at me as I got in my car and asked, "where are you going?" I told him that I was going back to my mother's place and was calling to let her know that I was on my way (I would notify people in reality to let them know where I was or where I was headed, that way in the event that something should happen or if I don't show after a period of time, they'll know something was wrong and start looking for me). When my father heard this, he nodded with a look of anger on his face and said, "That's a nice little car you have, son..." and stormed back into the house. I didn't know what he meant by that, but when I got in the car and looked off to the side of the house, I saw a rather large, black pickup truck with 40 inch wheels and my stomach sank.

At that point I didn't care, I started the car and put it in reverse, but I started noticing something strange. Everything felt slow and slugish, like everything I was doing was happening in slow-motion, but everything around me was continuing at regular speed. It felt like my body's responsiveness was slugish and I came to the conclusion that it was a side-effect of the vial I drank. But I didn't care, I wanted to get away as fast as I could. I started driving through roads, most unfamiliar to me. As I drove I was convinced that this was the right way to go home. Suddenly I received a text message on my phone saying "You can't escape" (I didn't read it with my eyes as I just took a glance and correctly assumed that's what it said). Shortly after reading the message, the road started changing. It started breaking up into sections that looked equivalent to the roads of "candy land" or "the wizard of Oz" and turned every which way. I started freaking out as a new, surreal world started forming around me, and I wasn't sure whether I was hallucinating or not, and when I looked in the rear view mirror I saw the black truck tailing me. I tried accelerating to get away, and for a while I was able to put some distance between us, but I started to black out and woke up from my dream.


I tried looking for answers online to see if there was any meaning to this, but couldn't find anything specific... I'm still looking for answers...

(I had this dream a long time ago, and it was a reoccurring dream for some time, so it really stuck with me)

My friends had picked me up for Friendly’s in a rusty old jeep, and it was very small. There were five of us, and I was in the back right seat. We drove to the top of my street and took a left. I’d hardly ever been that way before, so everything was different than how I now know it to be. There were a lot of pine trees along the right side of the street, but there were also a lot of houses. The ground was covered in orange pine needles. We were getting close to the edge of the end of the street when one of my friends said:
“Man, we’re gonna twist that place up!”
I was confused, because I had no idea what he meant, then I noticed a gun at his side. I understood what they were going to do. Images flashed in my mind of them lighting up a cute little Friendly’s restaurant. I then hopped out of the car as it was moving and they kept going.
This was at a time when I didn’t have a cell phone, so I ran down the street. I was heading to my house, but I saw a yard sale going on, so I went to them. As I was turning into the yard, a tall old man with long hair and a short beard came out from behind one of the trees. He seemed very sinister. He asked for me to follow him, but I said no and went to the people at the yard sale.
“You need to call 911! My friends, they’re gonna shoot people at Friendly’s!”
They were completely oblivious to my existence.
I turned to run back home, Ran down the streets and into the woods. I went through as quickly as possible, but I had this weird feeling that I was being watched. I kept looking up, expecting someone to be in the trees. I then turned around and saw the old man following me, and started running. I got back to my house (which actually looked more like my aunt’s house), and my dad was in the kitchen getting supper ready (but they’ve been divorced since forever). I started to walk into the living room.
My dad quickly said, “Watch out, we’ve got someone over painting the living room.”
I went in and up on a step ladder, in a greyish teal jumpsuit, was the old man. He turned and smiled at me. I screamed and went to the kitchen to grab a knife, but then I saw my dad.
The dishwasher was open, and he was bent, leaning over it, impaled with the silverware. I turned around and the old man was right there, with a knife. He went to stab me, but I grabbed his arm. We struggled for a bit, but I turned the knife on him and cut his throat. My mom came in and grabbed the knife from his hands. I could tell something was different about her. She began to chase me around the house, but I found one of those plastic shovels that come with buckets, for kids at the beach. We were in the dining room (not really significant, but whatever) and I turned around.
“You’re not my real mom!”
Then, in a very creepy, multiple-voices-at-a-time voice, she said “Oh, but I am!”
I concluded that she was possessed, and hesitantly shoved it into her chest as hard as I could. It didn’t go too deep, but she started bleeding. She then collapsed, dead. I started crying, because even though I probably just killed a demon, I’d killed my mom along with it.

Moral of the story: Don't get sidetracked, a lot of people probably died at that Friendly's.

08.06.2012

Baseball Killers and Sakyo (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm watching a Baseball game at the lower levels of a stadium, and it seems that you could go under the stairs and watch it as well. It's bright outside, and the whole baseball field is colored with light green.

Teams would be lined up on opposite sides, and apparently, there seems to be umpires on each side as well? Guess this Baseball game had elements of Tennis in it as well. The players looked like those small cartooni-sh looking baseball figures.

They were mostly round on the edges, wore caps, and apparently had circular shields as well. I pondered on why they would need shields in the fist place, but after some time, I think if a team wins, Sakyo from Yu Yu Hakusho would show up at the top levels of the stadium and scream,

"Kill them!!"

And gunfire would be aimed at the winning team. I look at this nonsense in awe, wondering what is the point to shoot the winning team in the first place. There were a couple of dream resets for sure, and each one made me feel as if I'm a baseball player as well sitting on the sidelines....

I could see these people's wickedness, and the thoughts that I would be next started to overwhelm me. The dream shifts to where I'm with a group of older people, and these look like people who would be orchestrating this sick act. The more they are talking to each other, and the more they are in my proximity, the feelings of fear faded away.

Sometimes I wonder if I was part of this vile act...

They were talking about how a lady managed to escape in the hallway they were in. The flooring was just one big gray surface, and it feels this area was well ventilated. For some reason, there was an opening between two people, and I wanted to just dash through them. But I felt that if I would do this so sudden, something would make them suspicious of me.

I honestly don't know who this woman was, but I just wanted to get out of this area. I waited until they were in the middle of a sentence, and quickly dashed towards a door behind them that they declared was opened. I wanted to know this for sure before I ran, because I felt they would shoot me, even though they didn't have any signs of weaponry on them.

I pulled on the door as if my life depended on it, and continued to run like a madman, looking at all viable options I could take in escaping through the random doors generated. I went to one door, and it didn't even have a door knob. I didn't take any time to wonder why, because I still had that feeling I'm being chased.

I quickly went down the mini-stairs to get up to that door, and kept running until I found a random door. I can't remember how it looked like exactly, but I just placed my fate that this would be one step out of this place.

I can't remember what I do next....

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08.06.2012

Sakyo and Toguro (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I see a house, and I'm in spectator perspective. The exterior is made of white or gray wood layers going horizontally. It looks fairly small, and had the style of it conforming to what you see in pop-up books...

Except that it was 3-D, and there are two windows, one right above the other. I look at the bottom window, and I see someone slowly walking down the stairs. The lighting inside has a yellow-orange type of hue, and I see the person is wearing a light gray suit with a blue tie or some dark color, and light grey dress pants as well.

He's pretty tall, maybe 6-7 feet from first glance, and I noticed that it's Sakyo from Yu Yu Hakusho. He looks at me with a smile, a stoic smile, or just.....it's hard to explain. He clearly had confidence in himself. This picture pretty much is how his facial expression was.

After looking at me for a few seconds, he looks up, and it seems the Younger Toguro brother from Yu Yu Hakusho is inside the level above him. Toguro rests his left arm on the side of the window, and peers down at Sakyo. He's wearing his dark green jacket, just like in the series, and has his shades on as well.

They exchange words, though I can't remember what exactly, and there seems to be a bunch of shaking on Toguro's level. It doesn't take them long to finish talking, and they go their separate ways.

Then it feels as if I'm being teleported into the inside of this house. In order to get in though, I had to go from some underground cave. When I get into the main base of the underground section, it's reminiscent to the area where Yusuke and Sensui fought each other in Yu Yu Hakusho.

I think I was interrupting their battle, but it's hard to say because I was running too fast, bt I do remember getting a quick glance of Shinobu Sensui looking at me, and he looks irritated, but he doesn't do anything to retaliate my sudden appearance.

(Kinda between these two pictures)


and this, except with his body on the same side as his head above

I keep running up the slope to get up to the door to get out of that place as fast as possible.

I slam the door as hard as I could, and then a bunch of random things happen that I can't even remember which one occurred first. Hiei from Yu Yu Hakusho is wearing his black cloak over his main fighting outfit, and is using his sword to slice random demons generated from a small section. Someone comments on how impressive Hiei's performance is, though I can't pick out where this voice is coming from.