non-lucid

11-15-2012 -- Started out with a very long, very repetitive Runescape bit, one of those scenes that seems to go on forever, and makes you wish you were awake? Something about picking a berry off a lergberry bush, and refilling an ectovial, then waiting five minutes for a game tick and doing it again ... and again, and again, and again ... very boring. There is also a tiny hint of a toll booth, though nothing too detailed.

Eventually things change, and it somehow feels like I have been doing this as part of a security shift, somewhere up in Maitland in the Lake Destiny area. Somehow I am walking away from the post to try and catch the 42 bus line (from Buena Park) but while I am between bus stops, I miss both the East and Westbound 42s. Darn it.

I think about doubling back, but eventually continue west like I was walking. Eventually I find myself in the area around Apopka where Edgewater changes its name and actually goes under Orange Blossom Trail, by where the OPC plant is. I'm getting tired and out of breath, but I eventually reach a small no-name convenience store that is closer to Orange or OBT in my home area (this area isn't very close to reality, but I dream about it a lot.)

I want to buy a powerball ticket with powerplay, and am trying to pull out three dollars, but I have these huge rolls of bills in my pocket, and it is hard to get what I want off them. With big wads of bills, you might think I'm rich, but they're all ones with maybe a single five, so they are probably just tips for making balloons. Anyway, I manage to peal off three ones for the guy in the store, and for some reason he gives me a bunch of quarters. Turns out he doesn't sell lotto tickets, but he hopes I'll be just as happy to play his slot machines. But that's not what I want, so I leave the store in disgust.

I think I am now in a somewhat run-down area in Apopka, walking around a small warehouse-like building, where I am being annoyed by a couple of teen punks who seem to be kind of redneck. They are badgering me, asking me if I want them to pea in my soda or something. Uh ... no! Somehow I find myself talking to my mom about the security shift I just worked, then I walk around a corner and find myself in front of a house where there is a small black pick-up.

I end up talking to a combination of Ron D. (a past roommate), and Randy, one of my current roommates. I'm hungry, he's hungry, and I manage to talk him into going out to eat, but he's also extremely tired, so I have to drive. We climb into his pick-up, and all the time he is talking about all these strange, fancy redneck foods he wants to eat. Stuff like possum roadkill in a balsamic vinaigrette reduction with a nice bowl of free-range cow-pie stew or the likes. [Can't remember any of the exact food items, but it felt very like the Capital Steps bit on Scottish Cooking.] Very insane, very funny.

I have some problems driving his truck, and the clutch doesn't seem to want to work all that well, but it isn't too bad. Soon we find ourselves driving up Wymore in Altamonte, getting close to Altamonte Blvd, when we find a redneck bar that he likes. Somehow we are driving the truck inside the restaurant, but there are no parking spots inside. I have to open a small door in the north end of the building and drive out to find a parking spot, though as I exit I am suddenly on the south side of the building.

As I walk back in, there's a young redneck kid who is playing some sort of game that involves him trying to slap me without me being able to slap him back. Very weird. I find Ron, and we go from just getting ready to order, to suddenly having just finished our meal, and trying to get our check. I'm heading back to the south to get the truck, and as I dodge around a male and female server, they turn into a doctor and nurse, and I find myself in a hospital somewhere.

I need to use a restroom, so I try and enter a restroom / locker room combination, but the door is locked. It is locked, but somehow I can open it, anyway, and I step into the locker room. One of the lockers in the corner is rocking slightly, and moaning, and I realize a couple of the hospital staff are having some improper fun that they don't want to be caught at, which is why they locked the door. How they are both fitting into a locker and finding the room to do what they are doing, I don't have a clue.

Anyway, they figure they are alone because of the locked door, and they start to open the locker and come out of it. I just take a seat on a bench and kind of stare at them, waiting to embarrass them when they spot me. But they only have eyes for each other. So they make it out of the locker and just keep going at it until I make some sort of comment (something along the lines of 'very nice' or something), then they turn red with embarrassment.

I walk up to my own locker and start trying to remember my combination. I manage to remember 5, and 10, but what was the last number? Oh well ... I just start turning it back the other way and listen for the slight click, and then pull it right open, before I wake up.

11/14/2012
5:30am
non lucid

Spoiler for Adult Contentish:

My girlfriend and I were just leaving an awesome swimming hole when two young couples were showing up. There was a small water fall, smooth rocks to lay out on and a nice ledge near the falls. I was aware that sometimes people would strip down here and I wanted to see the two sexy young girls naked and swimming about.

Their boyfriends were somewhat homely and non aggressive so I was considering staying a little longer. One of the guys gave me three blue marshmallows on a toothpick. They tasted fine but were a little stale. He gave me another three and I ate them too.

I started to get undressed and had my pants awkwardly around my thighs when I finally realized that my girlfriend my not be approving of this arrangement. The girls were swimming already and looking mighty good. Then they crawled up on the ledge by the falls to sun bath a bit. I was having mixed feelings of arousal and guilt when the one guy proceeded to tell me that the girls had seen me hear before and were cool with me. He then told me that it was OK with the girls if I stripped down and went over to check them out.

At first I felt this was kinda of a joke but realized that they were serious and that I could actually do what they said. Thoughts of making out with them crossed my mind as well as the strong possibility of being given oral sex by the two hotties. But then a little common sense came back to me as I glanced at my girlfriend. I was about to tell the guys thanks but no thanks and leave when I woke up.

11-15-2012 -- Anything earlier than this is gone. I am standing in a room somewhere, receiving a phone call. Unfortunately, I barely hear the person, and they can barely hear me. Friends in the room are trying to talk to me at the same time, and this just makes it worse. I know it is probably just a collection call to the wrong person, but to try and manage to hear the call, I duck into a public restroom. [Really, almost 95% of the calls I get on my phone are wrong numbers of people trying to get money out of the person who had my phone number before I did. Annoying.]

Anyway, even in the restroom, I am having problems hearing the person on the phone, and one of my friends follows me into the restroom to continue talking to me, anyway. But the odd thing is, as I'm trying to chase him off so I can hear, more and more ladies keep walking into the restroom, even though it is a men's room. It is also getting larger and larger, and is turning into a men's locker room, rather than just a bathroom. But I guess the ladies is closed, and they want to use it bad enough to share it.

So I'm slowly walking forward, trying to see what I can as all these ladies start changing clothes, without be obvious or obnoxious about it, when I come across a couple of big, muscle-bound rugged looking guys who are really coming on to one nice-figured brunette. Soon it is just one guy, and his hands are all over her. She doesn't seem to have any problem with this. I am just a couple feet away at this point, but they don't notice me. Somehow I have turned invisible.

Spoiler for Sex:

I decide if I am invisible, I may as well have some fun. I drop to my knees behind this gal as she is kissing the guy, and reach my hands under her very short mini skirt and pull down her panties, then start kissing her backside, and eating her out, just a little. She can't see me, so she assumes I am somehow the guy she is kissing, and she starts moaning and writhing around a bit.

Eventually I've got my organ free, and slide it into her. She is soon riding on top of me, writhing around like crazy and slamming herself up and down on me, moaning and groaning like crazy. I'm still invisible, so the guy doesn't have any idea what she's doing, and is really getting a little freaked out by it. But he is a guy, so he decides if she is going to go nuts, he's going to get something out of it. He pulls out his organ and sticks it in her mouth for a blow job.

We continue this for a while, and it is quite pleasant and enjoyable, then she starts begging me to put it up her butt. She stands up and so do I. I bend her over, push her mini well up over her hips, and spread her cheeks for a good view of what I have to work with, before I start to push it up her tight butt hole, her still moaning like she has been ever since I got started here. I think the other guy is still getting his blow job. Very pleasant dream.

11/14/12
5:30am
non lucid
I need to practice my reality checks more often geez. lol.

Location: Small, slightly worn, white walled room filled with different types of equipment and a dentist like chair. Their were two door ways. One was regular sized and the door itself had long bin pulled off its hinges and removed. The other had double sliding barn-like doors that where open. Outside was covered by a series of large metal eaves and had fenced in areas where animals were kept. There was also a long red barn that was sectioned into stalls. The ground outside was covered in hay and dirt except for the majority of a paved area that ran along side the barn.

I was inside with a bunch of ex co-workers (from a job I had a long time ago) who for some reason decided to kill another more recent ex co-worker of mine. Any way they wound up electrocuting him by some means and then proceeded to attempt to make it look like an accident. I was absolutely shocked at what I was watching and afraid I would also get in trouble for the murder if I was caught there with them. I was also afraid to just walk out like I saw nothing.

The group laid the victim on the dentist like chair which had a large overhanging screen with lights and such in it. Then they hooked up a welder, put handle in his hand and made him weld on the screen. The handed me a melted plastic welding cup and made me smell it. It smelled like burnt plastic. Just then a man came through the small door and was saying something but I don't think he saw the body. The victim was now on his side facing me and the chair looked more like a tanning booth with room for him to poke his dead head through. The man turned around and jogged out to where the foreman would be. I imagine the foreman to be a pretty big yet older and easy going cowboy.

Very nervously I grab my back pack filled with books and quickly walk out of the room through the barn-like doors. I head up the paved section along the barn and get in a conversation with a group of guys their which included the man who had maybe seen the body. Then I notice my back pack in the mud and all my books are soaked. I was upset but the man explained to me a good reason for tossing them in the mud(perhaps my involvement with some recent shady goings on). I told him that it wasn't that bad because I don't need them any more.

Not been filling this out as much recently as my dream re-call hasn't been as great. The intensity of my dreams has calmed down alot. I think this is because I was going through weed withdrawal for a month and now that the worst is over my dreams have become less intense.

Anyway here some information about what I re-call from last night's dream:

Working in a factory similar to one I’d worked in before cutting material to make car insulation. Only the material was much bigger and all in green. Was given work sheets by female supervisor telling me to get different length rolls of this green material so I did then stacked them up where they were needed. I remember thinking in the dream, was that all I needed to do and worrying there was more. Then the shift finished and I was walking back down a road with other employees there and they were saying I must be good at the job because I’d been put to work with the green material which is the highest!

I was playing a game (looked like an RTS) before going downstairs. I still had some toasted bread lying on my desk but i didn't pay it any attention. I went downstairs to discuss a problem i was having with my school project. I recognised the living room and my father and sister. My father then, very out of character, suggested we finish the project with the three of us. I then go upstairs again and notice my base about to be utterly destroyed by a massive invasion. I tried stopping it while eating some toasted bread but of course it was cold already so it wasn't that great to eat. After trying to stop the attack i just quit the game because that was impossible.

I'm playing Minecraft, and all of the sudden, my father bursts into my room in a panic. I had only enough time before rushing outside my room to try and type "BYE" to my friends. The Revelation had begun. The sky turned dark and cloudy and mysterious. There was a frighteningly strange atmosphere- a state of natural instinct and fear. Was the world ending? Were we going to die? Would be never see our loved-ones again? What- is the question- lies beyond everything? We were unprepared for what we could only imagine was to come. My family panicked and didn't know what to do. We tried to stay together. I grabbed my cat and bawled over her, telling her again and again and again how much I love her. I just held her tight while chaos ensued around me in the Universe and cried. I felt desperation and fear. I felt that I would never again see my feline friend. The act of holding her was like holding onto the last thing I had. The dream skipped (or at least my memory of it did). I happened to walk by the kitchen window and caught a glance of what seemed to be a UFO, all blurry in the distance from the clouds. I caught only glimpse of the figure before I saw a quick flash of bright light. I hit the kitchen floor, stunned by the flash as if I was hit with a stun-gun. I laid there, feeling semi-paralyzed and in shock from the unknown powers being manipulated beyond the roof of my house. My parents came in and looked at me- they didn't try to help me up. I could speak and simply laid there out of shock and weakness. The dream skipped again. I was on my porch with my father. Apparently, it was now safe to go outside. It was midday, it seemed. Suddenly, it began to snow completely out of nowhere. My father and I looked around in surprise and confusion. Then, the falling snow seemed to begin falling in slow-motion. I could watch as each and every flake of snow succumbed to gravity and dropped upon either my hand or the ground. The air began to thicken and felt like water. I could breathe just fine, but I experienced a very realistic physical sensation of being under water. I could "swim" through the air. I thought it was fun. I laughed and started doing a flip in the thickened air. My father was worried and said it was probably another anomaly caused by the Revelation happenings. The air returned to normal and I stood as I regularly would. After that, I remember nothing. I woke up, I guess. I was definitely having flashbacks of this dream all day!

Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm flying through a large, rectangular, exhibit-hall-like space with an entryway connected to one end of it. Every time I make a complete loop through the exhibit hall, out into the entryway, and then back into the exhibit hall again, the scenery and displays in the hall have changed. While I'm flying through the entryway after a couple of iterations of this, I catch on to the fact that I'm dreaming.

I remember that I need to stabilize and ground myself in the dream, so I will myself to go down. I sink straight down, in an upright position, until I'm standing on the floor. I immediately walk over, reach out, and touch one of the walls, then squat down to touch the carpet. The thought of licking the floor to bring in that sense crosses my mind. [I was reading a thread on DV before I went to bed that mentioned engaging all five of your senses in a dream.] I decide not to, but thinking of things you should do in a dream brings to mind the current Task of the Month: spell “November” backwards.

While still squatting down, I start tracing the shapes of the letters on the carpet with my finger. R...e...b...m...e...v...o...n. I get all the way through it, and feel very proud and pleased with myself. I feel just as alert and self-aware as I do in waking life, but I notice that it's slightly more difficult to keep track of the letters and what order they go in than it would be if I were awake. Then, I suddenly find that I have a ballpoint pen in my hand [a plain black Bic pen with a grip, the exact same kind I'd just been using in real life to do my homework for a class]. I take the pen and print “Rebmevon” on the wallpaper on the nearest wall. It's still a little hard to focus on spelling. At first, I write an “e” in place of the last “o,” but then I cross it out and correct it. I write it a second time [I think] because I can, but then I think, Okay, now you're just doing it to be a smartass.

[There was more, but I only have time to write the part that has to do with the Task of the Month right now.]

11/07/2012
5:30am
non lucid

I was having a conversation with a group of people in a parking lot when religion came up. I wasn't being that outspoken but when the age of the earth came up my atheism was exposed. We had headed inside a big building nearby which had underground parking.

To the right as you enter was a few rows of seats with each row in front of the other being a little lower than the previous. In front of the front row was a railing and a wall that dropped off to the lower part of the building. Directly as you enter was a set of carpeted stairs that also went down to the lower part of the building. At the other end of the stairs where two doors. One on the left led through other rooms and probably out to the covered parking. The other was about 7 feet away from the bottom of the stairs facing the stairs and led to a bathroom. This place was being used as a church.

One younger guy in the group had started ranting and raving in gibberish and was apparently trying to make an argument. I was seated in the far right of the rows of seats and a girl who was sitting next to me started to repeat a mantra like prayer. It went something along the line of "Jesus Lives, Jesus Lives" or "Jesus is real, Jesus is real"...over and over.

The guy was still going off and waving his arms about. I was a bit amused and dumbfounded at what I was seeing. The guy then started to do this funny dance like thing while still shouting out nonsense. He would sort of step to one side with his arms up and together to one side and flop his hands out in a sprinkling type motion. He did that a couple times on one side then went in the other direction. Between the guy and the girl who sat next to me, quite the rhythmic spectacle was being formed.

Suddenly, Thad(an old friend of mine who is a devout Christian) decided to make fun of this spectacle by picking up a base guitar and thumbing out a hokey tune to go along. Then Sam came in on drums and Daniel on guitar. They were really jamming and I was thoroughly amused.

I was beginning to walk down the stairs and for some reason I tried to throw a bottle of gatorade at sam. It missed and bounced of the base drum. Sam was upset and retaliated by throwing one of his drumsticks. It some how wound up getting under my bare feet and between my toes because it made me have trouble walking down the steps in fact I kind of slid a bit.

My gatorade bottle was now a bottle of beer(Coors/Corona) sitting on a table behind the drum set. I felt bad that I had disrespected these peoples sanctuary by bringing in a tally and Daniel said that I need to get rid of it. I grabbed it, put it under my jacket and headed into the bathroom.

As you entered the bathroom.. to the right was a trash can with... straight ahead was a divider and then some sinks with urinals to the left of them... to the far left was a single stall. Behind the divider were three small black waste-baskets. There was also a waste-basket in the stall which was empty except for the thin plastic bag. I swapped the empty waist-basket for one with a few paper towels in it.

I sat in the stall and took some sips of the beer and contemplated how to dispose of the bottle. I couldn't break it into pieces and flush it, and putting it in a bin with only a few paper towels in it was too obvious. I could sneak it out under my jacket....then I woke up.

I am with some friends. We were escaping from some people, or maybe just hiding. We were in our high school, near the quadrangle. It looked like a forest there.

Then a van passes by. It's M., my high school crush (who I was obsessed with). He invites us in, although I am wary. I sat in the front row of the van, near the window. The others are sitting behind.

M. sits beside me, to my right. I am hesitant, but after a while, I put my head on his left shoulder, and we held hands, both hands resting on our legs.

I am in some sort of abandoned building at night. It's in the middle of some city. The PLUS people appear, and we talk. Not sure of what.

i think my dream self is partially aware, teaching me how to lucid dream. We are in some sort of technological facility, and it feels more like a game.


NOTES:

I slept at around 11 p.m., and I watched United States of Tara most of the day. I also wrote some pieces of a story about a wanderer. I was very emotional when I wrote it, in love perhaps? Before sleeping, I recall thinking about how to add a crushing ending.

I'm in A&P and my professor mentions that he's in my brother's class.....I think he wanted me to have him hook him up or something, but I didn't say anything. Later, I met up with my brother. He was picking up his car. I think the people there hooked him up with food or something. I thought he may have needed someone to take him, but there was some random guy sitting in the middle seat between my nephews....it was creepy.

I'm at a bar, watching some stage performer named Tookoolu. She's singing a song and nearly instantly changing into various outfits. Someone was saying she was totally awesome, but I wasn't feeling it. I mean she was totally hot, but that's all she had going for her other than stage performance.

This other lady came out all of a sudden. She was tall, Spanish, and she had long flowing hair. Apparently she was someone famous. I didn't care really, but she was pretty aggressive in a cool way. There were two other people with me in this small room. Both Spanish....both super old. I'm not sure who they were, but they knew her. As she went along and asked me twenty questions about sex...we drank, we laughed, we got naked. I have no idea why or what caused that, but we didn't care.

She was telling me about the plastic surgeries she had. Something about having back fat lifted to tighten up the stomach. I reached towards my back, and pulled up skin, and tried to see if it had any effect. I noticed my penis was bouncing up and down. She noticed too.....and it was go time.

*following get's really weird/graphic awkward*

I was fully erect, and she said if I could enter her while standing up, then we could have sex. She was facing me, and I was rubbing it between her legs so she could get wetter, and finally I slid it in. She grimaced, and I obviously enjoyed that look on her face. Finally someone so in control...finally broken down by the basics. Well it didn't last long. Me that is....I started losing my erection, and she started talking trash. I told her to suck it, and she did. I started rubbing her, and she told me to stop, because she wanted me to enjoy this and not take my mind off of what I needed to do. It doesn't take much, and I'm back up. She gets on the ground, and lies on her side, and I come up behind her, and enter......

*even weirder*

My penis is like a long air hose, and it traveled inside her, but there was a clear bag that I guess extended her uterus on the outside of her. My penis curled up inside of it. Shit was really really really weird. Once we were finished, she was talking about how it was shaped, and I told her "well I didn't hear you complaining about it when it was inside you". We both laughed, and she said something about differences in people with money and the people who don't. It was supposed to be some profound statement about money. After that she wanted me to drink with her some more. One of the old men filled up a bucket of beer. He took a big swig, rinsed it in his mouth, and spit it in another bucked of beer. I was thinking "man I'm not going to drink all of this". She read me like a book, and I told her that I'd drink. (not from the spit/beer bucket) She poured me a huge bucked of beer, and herself one. I was thinking how drunk I should have been, but I didn't feel a thing.

One of the old guys offered me a sandwich....this wasn't an ordinary sandwich. It was a toasted piece of wheat bread, sitting under two tomatoes, sitting under something fried but small, while melted mozzarella held it all in place. It was divine.

First dream Entry,

this is a Fragment because it was awhile when I had this dream. It's not old or anything, just a few days old but I haven't written dreams down in months but I'm starting again and I want to get this one recorded because I found it kinda humorous. When it comes to recording dreams, I'm just going to type em because I can't stand writting em out in a notebook. Ok so here is my first dream entry for this site.


Dream - Mac miller uses a double to escape paparazzi

I'm in what looks like the yard of a mansion, the place kinda looks like the back area in CoD black ops where the gate and steps are but smaller. I find myself having a conversation with mac miller about random crap I can't remember. Mac miller is wearing a suit which looked like the suit he wears in the videos "Knock Knock" and "Smile back" only grey. then the subject of a body double comes up and I mention something about mac miller's body double. What I found kinda humorous about the double is that while he wore the same outfit mac miller was wearing but he was chubby and looked like a poor doppleganger of mac miller. He also had this stupid look on his face like he was on a mission which sorta reminded me of how sometimes in cartoons, this random guy tries to pose as someones double and they have this real serious look on their face and they have the stereotypical doppleganger look to them which no one in real life would mistake for the real person. thats kinda the vibe I got from mac miller's body double while in the dream. Also while in the dream, I also got a feeling like mac miller was trying to keep a low profile among all the people and letting the double do everything, only thing about this is that the dream is very fuzzy and I'm not sure what I said or felt in the dream but I kinda remember getting that feeling. I'm not even sure if my dreamself misunderstood the situation since mac miller seemed to be totaly casual with the conversation and he was dressed regular not trying to hide anything but for some reason I remember thinking that in the dream. This shows I really need to start writting my dreams down again.

11.15.2012

Passing Another Scantron (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

All I remember is that I'm being assigned a task of giving someone their scantron with their grade on it. They have a B in it, and I'm looking for the classroom. I finally reach a hallway with a door at the end, I go to the left after going through the double doors, and had to wait until the teacher was done.

She sees that I'm outside, and quickly comes near the door so I can give her the scantron. There was a student who was a Black male, and he was complaining on something related to his degree, which happens to be Biochemistry.

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11.15.2012

What Year Am I in? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside a random classroom with wooden desks with metal based chairs. The walls are dark brown, and it feels a lot like High School. There's a girl that I'm aware of that I know in waking life that's in this dream, let's call her Christina.

I look at Christina for some odd reason, and then turn back. I have to fill out some blanks on a colored worksheet that's probably a cool color, most likely blue. I can't figure out what year I'm going to graduate, and I look at those awards that are posted in gold and surrounded by fancy brown wood polish for an answer.

However, there's years in 1950, and all sorts of stuff that it confuses me more.

Dream:

I was visiting Africa with Elden and a group of people. I was taking pictures of everything. My camera worked but I had to push extra hard on the button to make the picture take. (It reminded me, in retrospect, of having to push extra hard on the brake pedal to make my dream cars slow down). At one point we were on the beach and some of the guys in the group were playing guitar and the African people, especially the children, were surrounding them and dancing. I remember taking pictures of these huge flocks of sea birds.

First vivid dream in quite a while

At a hotel for a nice date with my wife. It may be a messiah conference, but I decide I'll do something nice and get a nicer room. For some reason, the rooms are labeled in the First, Second and Third class categories. I decide to choose first class (which turns out to be the crappiest) It is a large open room with several double wide chairs (Not quite loveseats, just chairs for fat guys) The room is made in tiers, and it adjoins the main hall. On each tier are 10 chairs. We are given our allotment of two chairs as our "room." People are flipping their chairs over to make beds, forts, etc. All of the people in this section are college age, single men. I drop off our bags, and go in search of better accommodation. We run into a few guys from our youthgroup, who joke and say that perhaps someday, they'll share the cost of a room with us, and run upstairs to the nicer levels. I briefly consider asking some of our other friends to split a room, but realize that my intent had been to do something nice for the wife, and continue my search for an employee.

~~~SHIFT~~~

We are now in a camp setting. In a small, white, farmhouse; which has been converted to a camp-cabin. My entire youthgroup is here as well as my wife. The subject matter is something awkward (Don't think it was THE talk, but something awkward). After the awkward talk, it progressed to some sort of story telling. While telling the stories, the female youth leader pulled out a device about the size of an iron and began massaging the member's backs with it. The device produced a violin hum. A low note sustained, which pulsed with each new stroke of the device. It was extremely hypnotic, and the individuals who were undergoing the massage fell asleep. With the hypnotic sound, and the rhythmic movement, I begin to doze off.

I wake up a few times to see that the youth leader has stopped his story, while his wife is still massaging the youth members. My own wife is still awake and has a similar device in her hand. She jumps on my back and begins massaging my shoulders with it. I quickly recede into slumber.

~~ SHIFT~~

I am at a school, or perhaps a continuation of the same camp. There are large castles, and towers. and wooden structures. I get the impression there are continued studies regarding magic, or possibly psionics. Everyone seems to have abilities such as throwing fire, lightning, shielding, etc. I am an advanced student, and am a bit of a teachers' pet. I have recently gained the ability to throw fireballs, which is something I really am not supposed to have at this point, but because I am so advanced, I am allowed to practice. I remember several situations in which I am in the ramparts of a large, braced, wooden structure. Possibly a wall, or possibly an amphitheater of some kind. I throw the fireballs around, and watch them splash across the creosote coated wood, knowing that my power is neither great enough, nor are my fireballs hot enough to burn through the resilient covering.

We are attacked one day by a group of bad guys (possibly a rival school, it is tough to remember). I remember I am one of the few students that can fight back due to my recent acquisition.