non-lucid

nonLD lucid dream

dream 1 - I was chatting with my friend on computer,(it was our cell group chatzy. weird!) and I said "I have to WILD in next dream".

lucid dream - I woke up from dream 1 and it reminded me of doing WILD. lol

I stand up from bed. still blind. I rub my eyes in the bathroom like I did in the lucid dream from weeks ago. worked!
I open up the veranda and the thick sheet of ice has covered the whole town. snow!! yay!! and it's not cold at all.
I fly, grabbing the tree branch. it is so vivid. I land on the roof of a house then fly away.
there's a very sloppy roof, and I climb on it, hearing "no lucid dreamer cannot fly over that roof!" from a DC.
I climb up to the end of roof and there's huge green sea below the house. it is scary. but I think, what do you have to be afraid in lucid dream?!
so I jump over, then fly away.
I land on the street where the houses that looks like from English 1850's house style, but the people are modern.
this reminds me of my vampire comic, and I transform into Stella and do the summoning jutsu to meet Amy.
what?! it doesnt work. really?! I imagine popping smoke but it doesnt come out at all. so I try to summon her by looking behind.
after doing that for several times, I see Amy sitting on a bench. I approach to her and bring her to the street.
she is somehow taller than I think. I did not see her face exactly, but she is wearing black cloak and she has black hair.
I am Stella, not me. I hug her, as if Amy is really sick or something...

then I shift into non LD, but dont recall anything!

Well, the first thing that happened is that I woke up around 4:00 am sick to my stomach. The same thing also happened after I woke up from my second dream so I just stayed up after that. I'm starting to notice a little less recall without the melatonin still, but I'll work my way up there.

5:45 am - Non-lucid

A guy, who kind of looks like an guy I used to know named J, and his wife and kids moved into my house for some reason, and the youngest version of Dabney, that one kid from Malcolm in the Middle, is one of their sons. O, D, and I are hanging out in my dad's office and Dabney comes in and spells red juice all over the carpet pretending that it's blood. I go find the guy that looks like J and yell at him telling him I've had enough and that he needs to take his family and get out of the house! He says "I'm not even in the right place!" and then starts coming at me ready to hit me or something. For some reason I have the strength to totally neutralize his punches just by holding up my hands, and then I step back behind a door, slip my hand through the tiny crack that separates the door and the wall where its hinges are, grab his hand, and yank his arm through and then open and close the door over and over again so it hurts him until he gives in and agrees to leave. O and D cheer in the meantime and then I wake up.

7:10 am - Non-lucid, Nightmare

I'm in a hotel room with my dad and he's complaining about how yesterday it seemed like there was enough wind outside to be able to open the screen door to the balcony and "let out a smell", but it didn't work. He goes outside to stare off into the distance. I start texting a friend about what he just said for some reason and the hotel room starts to morph into a long tunnel leading to a bright foresty area with someone on a bike waiting at the very end of it. Then the scene skips forward to me walking past a bakery and into a big auditorium-seating-type place. I meet a mysterious woman who tells my cynical things about "politics" and I tell her about how delicious all of the food at the bakery is. My memory is a little hazy here, but I think went to the bakery at some point and then returned to the auditorium place, but in the hallways behind where the actual seating area is. A friend of mine (that I can't remember) and I had noticed that the woman had been holding one open beer the entire night and acting kind of secretive about it, and we know that she's going to some political after-party or something so we catch her before she can leave and drag her into a tiny room and confront her on it. She says she's just going to the party to have fun and that's all and my friend goes "With the same beer!?" I grab it from her and take a sip and spit it out, "proving" that it has been poisoned with large amounts of sulfur (which I actually know nothing about). My friend arrests her and leaves. The tiny room turns into my house but in a totally wrong but hard to explain way. I walk into the kitchen and see Barney from How I Met Your Mother (Neil Patrick Harris! ) and he seems to be worried about the fact that I actually took a sip of that sulfur. I try to tell him that it's okay because I only took a tiny sip and then spat it back out, but then I start thinking about it and it makes me start to panic. He does a total 180 and tells me to calm down because he was just being paranoid and he's sure I know what I'm talking about. Laughing, he pulls out a clothes hanger wire from nowhere and tries to tell me, like it's just some cool random fact, about how they used to use those wires to help people who had sulfur poisoning. I'm still really freaking out though because I'm sweating like crazy, especially my feet which feel practically underwater, and I look at my hands and see that my knuckles are turning a sickly-looking light green. I ran down the twisted hallway which is actually straight in real life into my living room and see my mom and dad sitting on the couch (and I think O behind it....) and tell them what's happening but before they can respond my anxiety-induced adrenaline rush wakes me up. Just to remember that I actually do feel terrible even when awake.... Eek.

??? - Dream Fragment

I have no idea when this happened at night, but it occurred to me a little later after I woke up when I was playing Xbox 360. I had a dream somewhat based on Alice: Madness Returns.... It really sucks that I can't remember any more than that, that game is so cool! Oh well, just thought I'd add that.

I'm at a marching band competition and we are sitting in the bottom bleachers as our band instructor is talking to us. As he is talking I see my brother, in his old
Denbigh drum major uniform walk past. He looks at me, but he does not want to interrupt our instructor. After our instructor leaves my brother comes over smiling and says hi.
"Hi," I say as I stand up and hug him.(He's in Hawaii for college, so I only see him on holidays.) The dream scene then switches.
It is night still at the competition and I'm sitting at the top of the bleachers with the drum line, who are playing their drums softly. Then our band comes out onto the field.
They begin to play their song that is apparently played without the drum line. Once they are done, the drumlin stands up to go join them, but before they can, the band starts to play the main show.
"Hey! They forgot us!" yells someone on the line. The dream ends with us watching the rest of the show.

I was at the top of a tall mountain with my cousin and my brother. We each had homemade hang gliders, which were basically flat umbrellas with a pole at the bottom to hold onto. I ran forward and jumped off the cliff and started to glide. I was going really fast, and the wind was very strong. I held the bar under my chest and spread my arms out. I thought about how cool it would be if it was a lucid dream, but didn't go lucid. I swooped down towards the ground and then pulled back up. I turned around and floated to the ground in front of a house. My cousin and brother came down too.

In the house was my aunt and uncle and my dad. I didn't see my dad at first because he was in the kitchen. We sat down at the table, and my aunt was saying how hard teaching is. I was trying to play piano, but with a watermelon, somehow.

I remember two dreams from last night. In the first one, I'm inside an old house. There's a man in one of the rooms doing something that the rest of us are trying to stop; conducting some sort of experiment or something like that. I don't remember what he's doing, only what the outcome is. Suddenly there are all of these insects in the walls. They're visible because it's like the sheetrock is transparent and you can see the wires and wall frame. The insects look like a swarm of bees and they're moving through the walls from the exterior to the interior of the house. Suddenly the lights go out and it's pitch black inside. A man's voice tells me, "Don't worry; they're going after him.", meaning the man in the room. Apparently, whatever he is doing is attracting the bugs to him. I feel some of the bugs crawl across me but they don't attack. I sense that to me, they're harmless. But the man in the room, I hear him start to scream. About a minute later, the lights come back on and we run to the room where the man had been. When we get there, all we see is a giant swarm of insects beginning to disperse and die. Within seconds, they're all dead and lying on the floor. I can now get a good look at them and realize they're not bees because their bodies and wings are longer and thinner. A man, perhaps the same one who told me earlier not to worry, calls me over and shows me little vials of blood that they have extracted from each of the insects and tells me that they apparently drained all the blood from the man's body before consuming it.

In my next dream, I'm in a cemetery and there's a funeral going on. I'm sitting with some of my family behind a grave that appears to belong to Leonard Nimoy. Besides his name on the headstone, there are photos of him and flowers and momentos laying around. But it's not his funeral because in the dream, I know I've been to his grave before. The funeral appears to be for William Shatner. His grave is just in front of Nimoy's and there is a similar collection of photos, flowers and momentos around it. I am a bit shocked by this because I didn't even know that William Shatner was ill; I thought he was in good health. Then the thought occurs to me that if he had been sick and lost some weight, he would look more like Captain Kirk from the original Star Trek series and that could be a good thing. Off to the side, one of my relatives is pointing out that Zsa Zsa Gabor's name appears on several of the headstones in the cemetery. Someone speaks up and says, "She married your uncle." Apparently, the names of the parents are on the headstones and that's why her name appears on more than one.

I'm disappointed that I did not pick up on any of the obvious clues that this was a dream. Zsa Zsa Gabor never married anyone in my family and both Leonard Nimoy and William Shatner are alive and well in the real world.

She didn't like the concept of labels, so I never asked for her name. I was first aware of her as the melodic, sweetly feminine voice that drifted over my head in quiet tones as I lie in bed each night. We shared a room with another man, you see, and their conversations became the music I would find myself drifting off to sleep to each night.

In that way that women have, she never truly thought that I paid any attention to what she was saying in those moments, although he surely knew. At times, he would sit on the edge of his bed, looking down at me with a small smile as his English accent carried over to the gentle laughther of her refrain. People are funny, that way, in that they will reveal so much more from offhand remarks than when they know they have your full attenton. But, then, it's those moments that cause the first sparks of attraction without anyone realizing it happening.

Her humor, her pain, her love of life, her solitude. Listening to these constants were what caused me to hesitantly reach out, across the barrier between us, and gently touch her foot with my fingertips. For a moment, I felt guilt for intruding on her relationship with the Englishman, but that soon faded as I committed myself to the act. Her skin was warm, smooth, and I instantly grew more courage.

"Hey," I said, "Why don't you join me, so that I can hold you for a while?" The room was cold, and having another body to warm the bed seemed reasonable enough. There was some light rustling, and I caught my first sight of her as she crawled across the top of my bed's comforters. Thick auburn ringlets framed her full, beautiful face. Soft brown eyes searched mine warily, inquisitively, for a motive. A body full of life and curves was shielded from view by thin pajamas, but the pure essence of her person radiated nonetheless.

She sat on her feet for a few minutes, regarding me. She was suspicious, but wonderfully intelligent at the same time. I opened my arms, careful in both my honesty, and in my conviction. She knew that there was no force to my invitation, just a desire to comfort and share the peace two souls find when in each other's arms, should she wish it. Slowly, she slipped under the covers, her eyes never leaving mine, ensuring that I knew this was entirely by a choice that could be rescinded at any moment.

Her warmth, her pure feminine form wrapped itself along my side as she nestled against me. She smelled of woman - not the floral or spice that women choose to hide behind, but the wonderful fragrance that fills your nose upon first awakening each morning, your face resting upon her skin. I gently wrapped my arm around the silk contours of her waist, and we finally accepted the comfort each had been unsure of before.

I pointed, then, to her full breasts, my eyes still not having left her own, as I told her that I knew of the difficulty she was fighting within. Fear, sadness, and uncertainty flashed across her face, mixed with the realization that I had, indeed, been paying attention to her remarks from earlier. Any misgivings she had melted away from the severity of it all. Being reminded of one's mortality tends to be sobering, that way.

Over the coming months, the gradual act of being mutual comforters blurred into that of friends, of lovers, and ultimately understanding. Her world was slowly slipping away, while mine consisted of a never-ending supply of warmth, compassion, and a reminder to her that she was always the voluptuous woman I had first laid eyes on. She was, in every way, my world, and her acceptance healed me in ways far greater than I could ever return.

As I lie there, in bed, the haze of reality and dream brought to focus the one thought I had been avoiding: her passing. No longer would her voice whisper in my ears, her warmth comfort my nights. The companionship that we had both grown to depend upon ceased to exist as the disease overtook the last of her will. I would have to start over, without her, and she... she would finally find the rest she had so desparately been seeking.

A sudden wave of pure, agonizing grief washed over me, and eyes still closed clenched tightly in response, sending the first tear I had allowed myself to escape across my lashes. The burning sensation upon my skin ushered me across the bridge from my memories, and she faded into their eternal fog.

It was 3 AM, and I was alone, but forever loved.

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

I'm driving through the parking lot of a shopping center, at night. There is a violent physical altercation going on in the parking lot, and it turns into a gunfight.

I'm now riding my bicycle through a nearby residential neighborhood, where there is more violence going on. It's still nighttime. As I ride, I pray that I won't get hit by a stray bullet. I also reflect that I could be driving to my destination, which is my old church, but I like bicycling better than driving. [This is true.] I miss the turn to get to St. Mark's.

I'm no longer riding my bicycle; I'm now standing in a black nothing. [I suspect that I might have DEILDed here, but I'm not positive.] I think of the destination I was just trying to get to, the parish hall at my old church, and cause a knife from the parish hall's silverware drawer to appear in my hand. A second later, the parish hall appears around me.

I walk through the room, appreciating the dream environment, as usual. A lot of people are there, including my parents. My dad comes up to me and offers to give me a hug, and I accept it and hug back. All the people are there for a big reception, with a lot of food laid out on tables.

After the reception, when everyone has left except me, my parents, and two or three other people, there is still a huge platter of thinly-sliced roast beef left over. I try to give it away to those two or three other people.

I wake up in my current bedroom, very pleased to have just had a lucid dream. I remember to grab my phone, which is running Ev's Lucid Dreaming App for Android, and draw a star on the screen with my finger to indicate that I just had a lucid dream. I draw the star, but very sloppily, with one point much bigger and longer than the other points. I'm concerned that the program won't recognize the gesture, but it does. It displays the gesture I just drew with the caption “lucidity!” underneath it, in the same font it always uses for those captions.

When I woke up for real, I thought to myself, You know, I bet I didn't actually record that lucid dream. The app wouldn't recognize the star if I drew it that poorly, and the caption always just says "lucid dream." I checked my actual phone and, sure enough, no "lucid dream" mark on my graph. That had, indeed, been a false awakening. I felt slightly frustrated, as well as highly amused that the app had shown up in one of my FAs.

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Side notes:

Wow. I'm pretty pleased with this DEILD, if that is indeed what it was, and with my sudden mastery of changing the dream scene. To be fair, though, I did change it to the destination I had been trying to reach in my non-lucid nightmare.

I didn't realize until after I woke up that the part where my dad hugged me was day residue. On the evening before I had this dream, I hadn't bothered to get up and hug my dad when he left the house, and I had regretted it. I thought it was awfully nice of my subconscious to give me a second chance to do that.

3/11/11

Lost a lot of the dream now as this is just from memory. It was quite an involved dream though, the first one in quite a while.

At night roaming around a large office on something like the 481st floor. There was a lot of university friends in various rooms as well and we all progressed as a sparse group together. Someone/thing was following us but we weren't in any great hurry, we just looked through anything that was interesting and then left everything exactly as it was when we arrived.
At the opposite end of the floor was a corridor that turned to the left and through some sort of 'team' sight I could see a trap that someone in the group had set in the floor.
By stepping on certain areas the floor would turn into spikes but we could 'see' where was safe and all navigated quickly through to the exit door just past it.
A sense of urgency sprung up now that we had actively begun to 'fight back'. The next section of the building was a large warehouse whose height spanned multiple floors. Someone pointed out that we had moved to the next floor in entering it.
Strewn all about were big crates with tarps tying them down that everyone was standing on and nervously waiting on top of.

Then something tripped the trap and we all knew we had been foolish to try it because now whatever was following was just going to be more pissed/harass us faster. People began bailing and splitting from the group.

I decided I would summon my wolves to help me escape/be prepared if/when I was caught. I raised my hand to the ceiling which as I activated my magic turned into a twilight sky that rapidly bled to red and then a deep purple. On the floor in front of me two large circles, about 4m in diameter, opened up. Their perimeters spun with golden runes and markings around the midnight black centre.
Out of the centre two enormous wolves appeared. These things were the size of buses, in snow white to contrast the their darkening summons. Despite their size and raw power they behaved like lifelong pets and were very playful, like they were my guardian animals. They had blue and orange edged eyes respectively and distinct personalities.

I jumped on the back of one and rode it around the large warehouse and adjoining access ways. Eventually I met up with people I want to stick with and they seemed reassured that my wolves were on hand in case things got hairy.

But I never got a chance to do more than ride them around which was still pretty fun.

I think I have to blame this dream on my mom's addiction to cooking competition shows, and perhaps a bit on my own weird fascination with wedding planning shows.

I dreamed that my mother and I were in our living room, watching a wedding show or a cake-making show or something. Think something you'd see on TLC. The wedding cake that had been made was amazing, it looked just like the carriage from Disney's Cinderella. Unfortunately, the bride wasn't able to cut the cake for some reason, and the bakers had a short amount of time to fix it for her. The bride had cancer, and her chemo treatment had made her bald. She wanted a new bridal veil, but I can't remember why. One of the bakers on the TV points out to my mother and me and says "Why don't you help us?"

Bam. Suddenly my mom and I are inside the television/in the environment of the show. The cake designer tells us to find a new veil. We find ourselves in a huge city (NYC maybe?) and being the country bumpkins that we are, we're totally out of our element. We vigilantly look for a veil though. Under benches. In mailboxes. Inside newsstands. Totally logical places to look for a bridal veil, right? (/sarcasm)

We ended up on the outskirts of the city. It was a very desolate wasteland. This is when I woke up and had to start my day, which was disappointing. I would've loved to gone further in the dream, or maybe even attempt to become lucid and make the veil magically appear to see what would happen as a result.

So I remembered my dream last night too. (I will use two blue capitals for names of real people, and grey for non-dream text.)

Me, AD, DA and LI are at a swimming pool not too far from my house. We are in between a changing area and a locker room, all in swimwear. I open a door (in a wall that isn't there) and get attacked by a yellow and black spotted spider with thin legs and a large abdomen (4-5cm)(Big enough for me!) And I freak out and brush it off me. AD squishes it. Two girls appear, both aged near 13, wearing summery dresses, and throw a common brown spider at me. I brush the spider away and turn away from the girls in an attempt to enter the pool. They get in the way so I push past them. Then I wake up.

My Dad was talking to me about swimming once a week a few days before the dream, I guess that's what brought it on. Not sure about the spiders though, I'm not usually too freaked out by them.

This was a dream from the night after I came beck from my holiday... (I will use two capital letters for names of real people)

I'm talking to SC in school, kinda half-outside again. He had some kind of scar on his face, and he's talking to me about what yeargroup we are in, he seems confused. I tell him we are in year 11, he said "OK". Then I was in my house out of school uniform, and there were a lot of people I don't recognize with me, all aged between 17 and 20. Everyone is dressed casually, except for one girl, wearing a long tight black dress and sparkly make-up. I hear a boy call her "Chris". IS is playing World of Warcraft in the middle of my front room on a laptop, and then the party is over. IS and Chris are the only ones that stay. IS leaves the room, and Chris strips down to her underwear, a black corset with black stockings and suspenders. I hear my dad's car arrive, and Chris vanishes. I look out of my bedroom window to the street and see Dad and LA in a kind of stretch limo with two steering wheels, one that doesn't work. OS is pretending to drive using the second wheel (8Years old). I wake up.

So that was my dream. End.

I went on holiday last week, and was finally able to recall dreams again, I remembered 3 in a week. I had been struggling for a while, maybe the break fixed me. No lucidity though Anyway, here goes. (I'll use two capitals to represent a name)

1: I'm in a basement somewhere, and there's a kind of conveyor belt coming out of one of the walls (Like the ones in a SuperMarket). It's hot, and the basement is crowded, full of people dressed like they are going to a gig. I somehow know i'm under my school. It turns out the conveyor is delivering fan packs for several bands. I see one for my favorite band (Modestep) and try to pick it up, but it is taken by someone else. I grab another pack for a different band (Slipknot) and leave. All of a sudden I'm outside the 6th form area of my school. I go inside, and celebrate having a fan pack. The pack turned into a Modestep pack all of a sudden. The confusion must've woken me up...

2: I'm locked in another basement, but this one has vampires in. I'm with AD, OL and LI. One of the vampires (A smexy female one) tries to drink her own blood, but says that it's not good enough. She walks over to me and kisses me, then bites my tongue. I'm a vampire now, and my tongue swells up from the bite (IRL I woke with an insect bite on my leg). The vampire chick walks over to OL and scratches her arms and stomach. The vampire looks at me, and I wake up.

3: I'm at school, in some kind of inside-outside classroom. It's form group time. (First thing before lessons) My biology teacher is in charge of the class. The entire class is in uniform except for one girl I did not recognize. She was wearing a short green dress, knee-high white socks, and had large glasses. She had pale skin and long curly ginger hair, and green eyes. Then we were all swinging on a fence in some kind of protest march. We were asked to stop by the police, so we did. Then I woke up.

So that was all the dreaming I got done over my holiday. I'm happy I can recall dreams again

Last night, I had some long and vivid dreams that I attribute to some good wine and some tequila (what a mix, right?)

The first dream was about some sort of plague, or virus that had spread. Very cliche. However, it was just me and my son and we were staying in some sort of hotel with a bunch of other survivors. Everybody was cautious of eachother. There was a main apartment where a man lived who sort of ran the whole thing. He was the leader, or the person who was keeping tabs on people and what not. I was a second hand to him. He trusted me and I trusted him. I went up to his place where some others were and I remember I kept discovering these vents under the carpet and I was cutting out the carpet so that the vents were showing. We didn't know what these meant, but we thought that the "others" were somehow infiltrating us through them. A few girls showed up. One of them was "infected" so we thought. We started testing her. I could tell she was infected because her pupils were dilated so big that you couldn't see any color. She was really scared and I was trying my best to comfort her at the same time I was trying to figure out if she were sent. The other two were crying.

I remember making it back down to my apartment with my son. I shut the door and locked it. The place looked exactly like a portion of my house. The middle bedroom, small, and a small bathroom connected to it. There was an armchair and a crib. I think I had a T.V. also.

Something changed in the dream and suddenly I was exiting and entering through a door on top of my place that lead to a street. The street was full of broken down cars and it was chaotic. People running around, being chased. I was sitting at the top of this with my son below me. Two people approached me, I guess they were my friends. They wanted me to come with them somewhere but I told them I couldn't because of my son. Then this guy walked up, perfect looking. He was attractive but that's not what I mean by perfect, I can't explain it. He was just caring and he offered to watch my son while I went with them. I told him thanks and that he was amazing for doing this for me. He said he enjoyed kids and that he would take care of him and protect him. I kissed my son on the head.

That's the last of that dream I remember.

The last dream I had before I woke up, I was at school. It was kind of like high school. I had just left one class and was on my way to another and there was a woman in a little booth selling necklaces. For some reason I thought they were really pretty, even though they were very child-like. There were green and black beads strung on a string. I was really interested in one that had turquoise beads with black. I was talking to her and we had some sort of connection. She was really cool. Then she asked me something strange, and somehow it was related to the necklaces. She said, "Do you have dreams often?" I laughed and nodded. She then asked me, "Do you remember them?" I said yes, and then I said "I actually practice Lucid Dreaming," she gave me a funny look and I went on, "The first thing I have learned to do is to remember my dreams." She seemed interested and gave me a knowing look.

I haven't thought about lucid dreaming in a while and I feel like that should have made me realize I was dreaming. I hate that.

I went on to my next class and I took a seat. It was Biology class. I noticed a couple of friends of mine, M and S. M was talking to S and I was just watching them. Then my husband came into the room and woke me up. I hadn't realized I had been sleeping straight for almost 10 hours.

I am with my best friends and we are all poor so we need money. We take up some jobs, but none of them work. We go with the fact we may never actually get money and go home. At some point these two men appear and try to kill my friends and I. We, luckily, escape them and decide to move to get away from them.

The dream changes to us in a car going to The Floating. Its apparently some land with floating chunks of land and whatnot. We arrive and get our houses ready. Afterwards we all meet up and talk about some jobs we could take up. We finally choose to go ahead and be ghost hunters for The Floating.

I know a lot happened while we were ghost hunters but... I don't remember..

After awhile we are hanging at one of my friends' houses. Suddenly something paranormal happens and we decide to look into it. It turns out to be nothing but when we return we find one of my friends mothers, Martha Stewart lying on the ground hurt. We run up to her and she tells us that she had a plot to kill us but her assassins turned on her because she wouldn't pay them.

She hands me a pen and tells us to go and jump off the edge of a cliff because either way we will die. We ask why she wanted us dead, but for some reason she had disappeared. The men suddenly appear and we go running. It begins to rain as we walk along one of the cliffs to get away from these men. We realize that if we stay on the little floating island a few feet in front of us they won't find us.

I jump and grab on but begin to fall off into the void looking thing below. My friends quickly jump on the island and help me up as we stay there the rest of the night. I then wake up soon after.

04.11.2011

The Dream of the Play by the River (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I went to a place using the ferry which in real life is used to go from my island to the bigger island. I was with some people I knew, colleagues maybe?
I went to a performance of something I took part in. I think it was a play. The role I had was minor. I discussed it with some higher-ranking guy. We discussed the costume and/or make up. It was night time. We were rehearsing the play by a river. Large, flat rocks were sticking out of the water and were used to cross to the other side. The other bank of the river went up a little and was covered in a gradually thickening forest. It was the main scene of the show.
It sent a feeling of being a beautiful landscape, the river with the rocks and woods behind it. It reminded me a little of the Pyrénées.