non-lucid

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in some large area like a high school gym or an assembly hall. The place was unlit, but there was natural light coming in through some windows high up on the walls. The hall was filled with folding chairs, arranged in two aisles of seats.

I was toward the back of the seats, maybe even standing a few meters behind the back row. The seats seemed to lose their order toward the back, and may just have been scattered all over the place.

Up at the front, people had been giving presentations. There were two presentations. Each presentation was given by two people. I don't remember the first presentation.

The second presentation was about the psychology of Carl Jung. The first person gave some kind of theoretical or philosophical overview of Jung's psychology. The second person then, apparently, acted as if he were Jung, though he seemed to be acting more like Sigmund Freud.

This presentation was now over. Everybody stood up(including me? - I guess I had been sitting, now) to leave. I seemed to be eager to leave. But now someone called for me. The person said that I still had to do my presentation, which was about Freud.

I realized I had been hoping to get away without having to do my presentation. But now that it turned out I'd have to do it after all, I was actually kind of looking forward to doing it.

Dream #2

I was in some gigantic, empty structure. It was like a parking garage: just an empty, dark structure with no walls. There were no lights in the structure. I was on the second floor, which was the top floor.

The structure looked out on a big, wooden ship. The day was grey and the waters the ship was in were getting rougher and rougher.

Now a lot of people were getting onto the ship. I was something like the ship's captain -- a tall, kind of big and strong man with a long, red-brown beard.

Another man told me that perhaps we shouldn't go out to sea today. The weather was looking worse and worse.

I didn't know whether to agree with the man. It seemed like all the people getting onto the ship -- a bunch of rich-looking men and women (mostly women, I think), dressed in nineteenth-century-style suits and dresses -- were still really looking forward to the trip.

But now I was flying down, from the top of the structure, toward the ship. I could see that the ship had two levels to it. Both of these levels could be seen through the sides of the ship. In fact, there was no protection at all in these levels, and that's where the passengers would be during the trip. I now even watched as a huge wave of water poured all the way through the levels.

I knew this was trouble. But I still thought I could get the passengers on the ship and take the trip. Perhaps we'd all have to stay on the top level. But then, perhaps, the waters would clear up, and we'd be fine.

Everybody was still loading onto the ship. But now I flew over the ship's deck. I now saw that the slate-grey waters were swelling up almost to the very deck of the ship. I realized now that there was no way we could go anywhere. I decided to get the passengers off the ship.

A terrible storm had come and passed. I was now in the water with the man who had been warning me against putting the ship to sea. I'm pretty sure that all the passengers had been evacuated from the ship before the storm. But the ship itself had been sunk. The man and I were in the water, looking for the ship.

It was black night, and the man and I were taking turns diving under water to look for the ship. Eventually the man seemed to come up with what looked to me like shattered fragments of the ship. I was sure this meant the ship was somewhere below us.

Now I dived under the water -- or, rather, someone dived under the water whose viewpoint I had, though "I" was still above the water. As I saw from this other person's viewpoint, "I" myself was still wondering whether I should dive under the water.

I wondered how I would be able to see under the water. The person whose viewpoint I saw now had goggles and was wearing a scuba-diving suit. He also had a flashlight attached to his head. It shone just enough for him to see a couple meters in front of him.

The man (or I?) came upon stacks and stacks of beige, plastic cubes that almost looked like small stepping-blocks. These were apparently the basic elements that had made up the ship. The pieces were cluttered all over, almost like stacks of boxes. I knew that this meant the ship was here.

I surfaced. Now that we knew where the ship was, I thought, we would simply pull it up, and everything would be fine.

But I had surfaced into a gigantic, dark room. My headlight was still shining, I think. A few other people were also in this huge room. They probably had lights shining near them as well.

I waded in the water and looked around me. Jutting up out of the water were shattered pieces of the ship. Some of the pieces looked like the ship. Other pieces simply looked like wooden boxes or the plastic stepping-blocks. Some people were wading in the water. Others were sitting on the ship fragments.

Dream #3

I walked into "my mom's house." I came in on the first floor, through some kind of back door. The entire floor was charred, like a fire had hit it. But this seemed normal to me.

I saw a book of mine on a little counter-like space at the head of a stairwell to a basement. It was a white paperback book with red-pink lettering. It may have been a horror novel. I knew that there was a computer (perfectly fine) on a charred table a "room" over. The "rooms" were hardly rooms -- the walls had been almost completely burnt away.

I walked toward the table with the computer. My plan was to get on the internet and look at some kind of entertainment thing for a while.

But I had to walk quietly. My mom was downstairs with a few other family members. I didn't want them to hear me. I had lost my job. I was coming home really early in the afternoon. I knew if I was too loud and too obviously on the internet, my mom would wonder why I was home, and why I was wasting my time on the internet.

I heard a few of my footsteps creaking across the weak floor. I knew that I wasn't going to get through the house unnoticed. So I figured I'd just go down into the basement, let my mom know I was home, and let her know I'd lost my job.

Dream #4

I may have been looking at a website like YouTube. I had chosen a music video called "Freud Limp" from a list of video.

The video first began with some kind of Pampers diapers advertisement from the 1970s. A couple of little kids were in a place like a doctor's office with their mother. The kids all ran to a bookshelf on the left side of the room and began grabbing huge boxes of Pampers diapers off the shelves.

The music video now began. It also seemed to take place in a doctor's office. The view was of the waiting room of the office. The area was kind of small, lit with natural light and pale, fluorescent light.

There was a reception window on the right wall, possibly with an adjacent counter, which was lower than waist height, running along the back area. Behind the low counter was a wall of shelves of manila file folders holding patients' records.

As the song began, the main singer, perhaps a British man, bald, pale, kind of tough looking, was carted out with a woman and maybe two babies, on something that looked like a mix between a car for a really fast roller coaster and a grocery cart full of baby supplies.

The man sat at the back. The woman sat at the front, facing the man. The babies sat in the middle, huddled in between all the bay supplies. The man's and woman's seats may themselves had looked like car seats for little babies.

I heard the song very distinctly, and I can recall the melody. There were two verses. The first verse ended with some statement about the man seeing a smile on the woman's face and knowing that, despite all the uncaring stuff she'd said in the first part of the verse, that she really did care.

The second verse went something like:

"Sometimes I want to get away,
I want to get away, I try to get away.
But when I finally get away..."

I remember being on a factory's land. I looked upon where it was supposed to stand; only to find bits of charred rubble, blackened debris, and scorched grass. I wonder what had happened here. All of a sudden, I heard people's voices call out from down below. Like in the ground. I couldn't tell what they were saying, but they were probably calling for help. I heard the voices the strongest under a pile of burned debris, but I couldn't lift it. For some reason I just walked off.

I came to a restaurant parking lot. The restaurant was quite open; it didn't have a door, just a very large archway leading into the building. I walked inside and saw a large buffet that lined the left wall. Beyond that, ahead of me, was another large archway that lead to where people were sitting down, eating. I looked on in awe, because I was hungry.

Suddenly, my mom appeared beside me. I don't know why. She was just there. I think she came to eat, or she heard about the factory explosion and was worried about me being out there all alone.

We walked back to the site of the explosion and heard the voices again. We just didn't know what to do. No one knew how the explosion was caused. As I moved toward the right to get a good view of the site, I accidentally hit a pail, causing a nearby ladder to wobble in its standing position. It was weird; these ladders and pails that were all holding something together.

I was at home, but the house isn't as similar. My sister was frying salted fish; it was smoky inside the kitchen, and the rest of the house. Blur. I slept. I woke up, seeing the same view I saw before I fell asleep. I was in bed. It was a weekday, early in the morning. We had school (me, my sis, and my bro). My sister said it was good she cooked enough last night to last 'til breakfast.

I can't remember much about the events in my dreams lately, so I will just put out words and phrase clouds:
Bloody hands. A long sword. Two swordsmen fighting. A murderer uncaught wanders about. Someone's arms were cut-off. Bleeding. A dead body covered in blood. Screaming. Fear. Dark. Snakes and apes. A theater-like stage with red curtains and yellow spotlights. A grey rabbit mascot. Shy. Sing. Choir. Red chairs in the auditorium.

thebeastofold's Dream


lost in maze, fighting ballerina

i dont remember much of this dream i did a WBTB, i woke up with an awful headache, but...

i was wandering around a maze made entirely of doors, i kept wandering aimlessly until finally i came to a dead end with a huge double doors...i tried to approach the doors and a ballerina fell out of nowhereand started dancing infront of me, every time i treid to go around her she blocked my way, even kicking me a couple times, so i started trying to jump over her, spin around her, even tried to dance with her thinking i could get her turned around so i could escape etc but nothing worked, i finally got frustrated and turned to walk away and all of a sudden i founsd myself hanging upside down with my head barely touching the floor...woke up...

- I was talking to N about going camping. He said he didn't really like it and I was saying how you could 'look up and see a billion stars'. We decided we should go somewhere with cabins.


- Someone accidentally lit an off-white couch on fire and some people and I were trying to put it out. It was confined to one cushion along the back, and it seemed to be more of a slight inconvenience to us than a big problem. My mom was there, and she had the brilliant idea of "airing out the fire" which was apparently what you would do if there was a fire in your oven, and meant opening a door which was suddenly there and more oxygen would get to the fire and put it out. It..didn't work. I tried blowing on it, but it only made it spread a bit more. Finally she asked me in an annoyed tone to go get a glass of water from the kitchen to put it out.

I took my time going to the cupboard and choosing the biggest glass, but when I picked it up I realized it was full of wine. I went to the sink to empty it, rinse it out and then fill it with water. There was a man washing dishes in the sink, and it seemed very melancholy somehow.

Eventually the fire was put out, not with water, but with Vaseline. This also required everyone to take their shirts off for some reason. Afterwards I sat on the couch with N for a while. I felt kind of awkward because my mom was sitting a couple feet away, but she was watching something on her phone and didn't say anything.

12/10/11

(Afternoon nap) I decided to take a nap to see if I could’ve done a short WILD, but it was more of chopping off NREM and having more random dreams and incoherent dreams….still it’s better to filter out this crap from my head and gain more awareness day by day…

Also, ate two spoonfuls of peanut butter before sleeping, to see if I would have some increase in vividness, going to have to try it again after I sleep for WBTB+WILD.

NON-LUCID


Dream 1:

I was walking with the characters in Code Lyoko. One of the young journalists asked Yumi if she could answer them a few questions.




(Tamiya Diop and Milly Solovieff)

There were only two questions, and the first one demanded a more detailed answer because it was more spaced out than the second.


Dream 2:

I’m in my apartment, and apparently someone created a thread on “The Lounge” section related to gag-toys and sex I believe?

I go outside my apartment, and then I’m teleported maybe 30-40 feet away from it. I run back to the apartment, and it looks like it’s going to rain because the clouds were slightly dark and gray. Then as I move closer to my apartment, the setting gets darker and turns to night.

As I’m trying to find a site or something related to the same forum created by a DV user in the dream. I think I pick up a rolled up carpet on the road, and I think an image of Superman in a black version outfit popped up in my mind.



Apparently he was fighting some fire monster? Because the left side of his costumed burned, and he had to take it off before the residue creates more problems for him. I’m back to carrying the rolled up carpet and tried taking it back to my house, but I’m afraid that someone might see me take it in, and I saw some random DC walk outside.

I decided to play this off and make it look as if I’m throwing the rolled-up carpet away.

Then the setting turns into afternoon again, with the same gray cloud background. A random ginger-headed lady comes up and seduces a DC that looks like Agent Smith when he looks like he’s already lost it.




Suddenly, I’m applying a condom to a random dildo? (What the hell LOL?) It was a green condom and I didn’t even put it on right (wait how the hell do I even know how to put a condom on? Oh right, those instructional videos on YouTube…)

Then when the ginger-headed lady was going to go more into the Agent Smith look-a-like, he decided to go into a Fact-troll and said that the same condom that was going to be used on him is a vintage type of condom that was made in Germany and that if she used it right now, it would degrade its value. He even talked about how many are left in the world. The ginger lady smirked a little bit in shock, and she put the condom back to its container. Then Agent Smith made the expression that went “Yeah, I know right?”

Im in the school bathroom with my two friends and we are talking. The buses than start up. I hurry and say my goodbyes and run out to catch the bus.

The dream opens with the camera panning a christmas tree from the bottom up. The scene than switches and my dad is pulling out another christmas tree from the closet.
"Honey we already put up the tree," my mom said.
"I know but this tree has my number on it," my dad says.

BiscuitHappyz's Dream

Glad to see so many posts in the dream Journal again.


Fragment one:

It was daytime, and I seemed to be traveling on a highway, in a car either empty of full of people I didn't recognize. I was in the back. We, or I, was on a highway surrounded by pine trees. The light outside suggested that it was noon, I cant remember whether or not it was cloudy. I, or we, were driving under a suspension bridge, far to big for the highway. I remember thinking, 'I need to remember that there is an IOSDP attempt night tonight.' My subconscious comes up with the most obnoxious irony.

Fragment two:

I was dreaming that I was in Skyrim, nothing new there. I was in a completely white town, almost at the top of a mountain. If you have seen Skyrim, you could probably imagine what it looks like.



It truthfully looked exactly like that, but with a different layout. The village was then attacked by the Shatterer form Guild Wars 2 (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XUVLclPDCBE). Geez, I'm a nerd.

Anyway, I dealt with that, I can't remember many details, but I won.
Then another lame-looking dragon I didn't recognize with grayish skin attacked the just the village chapel, so I went in, and somehow dealt with it. It may have flown off.

Then I walked around the town and did some stuff, talking to people who didn't seem to notice two giant dragons attacking their town. Typical game AI, I suppose.

The dream opens up in a night, desert type scene. There are brown buildings around. I'm being shown around by a man. He is telling me about the police force. The scene than switches and I am in a building and a teacher is teaching me how to use a sword. The scene switches again and I'm in a bathroom stall when two people peek over the top and we start talking. The scene switches for the final time and I am walking with a whole group of people behind the tour guide from before. We are all wearing the town's police uniform. I look over to my left and moving across the ground is a green snake.
"Snake!" I scream.
After these words we all run away, yelling and screaming.

Perspective: First person, video game style

I am an orphan at an orphanage and I seem to be visiting a park down the street. I don't remember what I was doing at the orphanage before hand. I am at the park when I notice a camera. I look at it until it turns into a video game. I point the mouse clicker over a screw and it turns into a screw icon. I press it and the screw comes out. I try and do this to the next one but a ranger speaks to me.

"Hey they're! If you see the ones that broke the camera let me now!" He hollered. Thinking he suspected me I stuttered out "Yeah, I noticed it was broken." And quickly tried to make my way out of the park.

Two children walk by me with a bag full of lollipops. I ask for one but they laugh at me, telling me to do some impossible thing before I get one. I return to the orphanage. The perspective returns to a chibi over head view.

In the dream, I have a flash back. My head voice says "I never liked the orphanage. It was always about rank." Then old pictures with brown sort of textures around them flashed through my mind. A woman's voice echoed through my head. "So has any of the orphans picked out the special animal?" The pictures showed various orphans with pink animal plushies. The test was to see If anyone of the orphans picked out her special animal. The one who did got to be adopted. The last one was of me, cupping the cheeks of a cute, tiger like pink plushie. That concluded my flash back

A pink haired lady which I presume is my friend rushes over to me and ask how my day was. I shrug the question off. I don't remember what happened but she carted off another orphan and locked him into a room. I get ready to change for a big party or something . The dresser was at the bottom of the screen so I couldn't see my character fully, just his hair.

I opened the wardrobe and dressed into a suit. I ask the pink haired lady "Does this look good on me?" She replies "I don't know, the wardrobes blocking the view." This might be a case of breaking the fourth wall as she is looking from my perspective. I say "Well that is the point." before my dream ended.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

Monsters in a fortress
With a group, trapped in some fortress. We are trying to escape but we are being hunted down by some guy who can transform into a super strong monster. We managed to block some doors behind us, so he can't physically get to us, but he penetrates our minds and causes hallucinations on us, to disorient and, eventually, kill us.
We are at some kind of terrace. Some plants to our left become monstrous. A sharp branch pierces through a girl, killing her instantly. Another plant cuts the head of a guy with a razor-like leaf. From nowhere I am attacked by a little critter, the size of a koala, with arms and legs but reminiscent of a fish with shark teeth. It bites me on my jugular and the pain is excruciating. I have the feeling these monsters aren't really real, so I repeat out loud that they are just illusions. When I'm close to faint, the critter's bite looses some strength, it falls on the ground and shrinks until it disappears. I tell the others to follow the same strategy and as they realize we're all hallucinating, they get rid of their own monsters.
We count the dead and the survivors and we notice a little girl missing from the group. She had been dropped by a pterodactyl-like flying monster, over the terrace edge and she was dangerously dangling on the outside wall. A guy on the group who looks like Van Damme, says he'll rescue her. He asks for my help in preparing some ropes so he can go get her, but he suffers from some super-hero syndrome and he treats me with incredible arrogance. In the end he fails to rescue the girl and simply gives up. There goes the super-hero down the drain. I decide to finish what he started. The little girl had also been arrogant with me on some previous occasion, demanding that I give her something as if it was my obligation to satisfy her whims. Now her mother is explaining to her the meaning of selflessness, asking her to thank me for saving her life.
On the terrace, we find a door leading to the outside of the fortress, where we breath with relief. Then someone reminds us that some other group of people were still trapped inside the fortress. Most people just shrugged their shoulders and said they couldn't do anything for them. But a guy, who was Jim Caviezel, was sitting on a boulder smoking a cigarette, and with a very cool attitude he said he would go back to rescue them. I offered to join him.

Retrieving Manjushri sword II
Having some erotic dream, when I become aware I am dreaming. I touch some curtains and notice their texture. This makes me fullly lucid and I immediately jump through the window, wishing to crossover to the place where I was last time face to face with the guy who had stolen Manjushri's sword.
I land on that same empty room and the guy is there in front of me. Although he looks slightly different from last time, as well as the set, I recognize the situation as the continuation of that other dream. The sword is still in the center of the room, but this time its blade is made of translucent iridescent light of all the colors of the rainbow and it is hovering over a black platform full of gadgets that I assume to be protective mechanisms.
Last time I met this guy, we were evaluating each other before making any move, but this time I feel that I should simply go for the sword which I could then use it to fight him. We look each other in the eyes for a second and then I jump to my left get the sword. Immediately one of the gadgets on that platform becomes very alive, shooting deadly lasers at me. I have to withdraw and hide. The guy is watching with a smirk on his face. He is probably thinking I will never be able to beat the defense system and he looks relaxed. But after attacking and testing the machine a few times and learning its moves and glitches, I finally manage to reach the platform and disable the laser gun. Then some black spherical drone emerges, with a round blade on iits belly, but even before it cuts any bit of me, I grab the sword and destroy the drone with a blow.
Now the guy is in panic, but too late, I already jumped like a jedi through the roof to a safe distance on the outside. I decided not to waste my time fighting him and his guards. But they don't give up that easily and they start a relentless chase. It follows a long sequence of scenarios and fights. including a theater where I fight one of the guys and a subway station where I try to loose them by jumping from one train to another in opposite direction. At some point the sword starts to loose its glow and it becomes inert, rendering its powers unavailable. I end up in the back of some truck going uphill. When I get off of it, the sword transforms into a metallic ball, the size of an orange. I put it inside my top, between my breasts, where I think it will be safe. I look around and see a bus full of tourists, unloading snowboards and other winter sports materials. I look down the hill and iti is covered in snow. It is becoming dark and down in the valley I see a town, starting to turn its lights on. It looks beautiful and I feel drawn into it. I discretely steal a snowboard from a guy and decide to go to that town. So I snowboard downhill.

I've been having a weird dream where I keep seeing these people I've never seen before. I can't remember much, but i do know that I talk to them like old friends. At first, a few weeks ago, I didn't pay any mind to it, but then the most expected thing happened: I met them! I think this might just mean I can read small parts and a little into the future! I doubt it though. Anyways, the reason I don't post a dream everyday is due the fact I can't hardly remember them all! Until next time!!

Awake - Dream - Lucid
"..." shows where time in the dream is missing.

Time: Morning of 12/10/11

This was interesting. I'm hoping that I got down all the details.

I had gotten up at around 6:00 AM to look at the lunar eclipse. My dad had woken me up to look at it. He and my little sister were leaving for a swim meet. After they left, I went back to bed and listened to internet radio on my iPod. I was listening to old archive clips of Phil Hendrie. I hadn't been using any sort of induction technique for the past several weeks.

I was on some sort of massive beach, which was crowded with hundreds of people at tables and in front of consoles. It seemed like it was some sort of convention for RC boats and also large ships. The sky was grayish blue, and the water was very dark and kind of choppy, but it was warm, and there was no wind...
I'm riding one of the small RC aircraft carriers out into the water, which was congested with other boats and ships...
Everyone is talking about some new sort of war ship that the military is looking into... Writing this, I can't remember what was so special about it!
Now I'm in back of what I think must have been one of the new ships. There is a large patio and there are people sitting and chatting. I somehow pull down from the back of this ship (which didn't appear to be in the water) a massive round grate, like the one you'd find over the gas outlet on a gas stove. I twist something under the grate, and a massive fire is lighted beneath it. This grate was massive, and for this scene of the dream, my view appeared to be flying overhead, even though I felt like my body was still on the ship. Everyone loved the stove top thing. They praised my accomplishment. Then I tried to turn it off, but it was very hot and I had to use massive pliers to twist the valve shut... I don't remember if I actually succeeded in getting the thing turned off.
Everything seemed to skip ahead one year. I was coming back to the convention this year, accompanied by my dad this time. He said everyone would want a setup spot next to me because I had become famous at last year's convention. As he said this, we were wondering a back gravel path past wood cabins in what seemed to be a forest. There was a little snow on the ground, but I didn't feel cold. Apparently these were all convention spots; we just had to get to the beach. Everyone tried to talk to me as we passed. Eventually we rounded a corner at the end of the string of cabins, and there was the beach, packed with people. I wondered off to my spot, which I somehow knew. Next to my spot, I saw someone who I edit videos for on YouTube, but had never actually met in person. He apparently had the spot next to mine. He was busy setting up an RC boat. I said hi and without looking up he said "hey, buddy." Then we got to talking and I noticed that he seemed to be made out of the same material as egg cartons are. I asked him about it and he said something which I can't remember. I said to him, "this is the first time I've actually met you in person." He replied, but I can't remember how. A bunch of people were coming up to me and asking if I was going to do the stove top again this year. I said I would...
Now we are on board one of the new military ships again. I seem to suddenly be accompanied by some friends from school. The halls inside the ship are dim with a greenish tint. Eventually I find my way to a computer and look at the screen...
Now I'm at the top of a cliff at a smooth-faced orange canyon. At the bottom, there is blue water, clear enough to see to the bottom. The cliffs weren't too high, maybe 100 feet or so. I make some remark about this being the perfect place for the stove, because there is a lot of space in the gorge...
Now I am at a beach, but it doesn't seem to be the same one. It is very sunny and the water is calm, and there are no other people besides my group. Next to the water, I am setting up some apparatus necessary for the stove top. I am with someone else, but I don't remember who. A sound startles us and we look around, to see a group of basketball-sized colored spheres, all with cartoonish faces, moving along in a line and making some sort of song. I walk up to them, and they greet me and tell me they are on some sort of mission. We go back around a hill that was behind us...
My group of friends and the spheres chat for a while, saying they need to explore the surrounding system. We chat for a while. I then go back out to the canyon, and as I get to where I would be setting up the stove top, I hear a sound behind me. I look over a rock and see another sphere, with round glasses and a long white beard. Somehow, I seem to recognize this sphere, and I go and talk to him...
Between there and the next part, I'm sure something else happened, but I can't remember what. I don't want to trick myself into making up details that weren't really there, so I won't try to write anything.
We are talking with the spheres, and they put up on a screen what their planned path around the area was for their mission. It was a map that should looping lines, like an orbital path. Chris, a friend of mine from school, added a separate path branching off from the main loops, saying that would add some fun...
Now I just see an overview of the original crowded beach. A voice is talking about that military ship again, describing it. It says something like "It looks like a battleship, but it mainly works as a *can't remember*. I then see a side view of the ship, with the water underneath translucent. The ship sinks, and I begin to hear parts of my online radio.

I wake up, turn off the radio, and check the clock. It's somewhere around 11:30. I decide to get up and write this down.

This dream seemed to be more coherent than the last one I posted. There are still bits missing, but it seems to be more complete. I enjoyed this dream a lot, but I'm not sure exactly why.

NOTES

• The dream had a positive feel to it.
• This dream also involved people I really knew, which I find interesting. For me, that hasn't been common.

whiterains dream

very intense drema slast night but pretty poor memory today. the min bit i remember was being back in college in halls. thee was a bit of a fight and these 2 big lads went crashing through this upstairs window, not breaking it but knocking it out of the frame. they fell the 6 metres or so down. i later heard they were both stable but one was still unconscious.

then i was back in halls trying to hide from something. i went to hide in someones room, and they turned into this character from fresh meat who is a little like someone i lived near in college. he was being odd so i made my apologies and left. damn memory, more later perhaps