non-lucid

Well to start off my Dream journal for Lucid Dreams I should start of with my first non-Lucid that I recall for that month which is June...

Dream 1
6 June 2010
Sunday

I dreamt I was in a factory's parking lot, running from someone with a women who was attractive and had long Black curly hair. Next thing I knew we were fighting a bunch of bad guy gremlins who were working for the guy who was chasing us. These gremlins are like the ones in that move "Gremlins" ( I know surprise surprise right) . Then I saw a policeman who was old and slightly overweight who was assisting us in battling the gremlins. The cop shot the second in command of the bad guys. The second in command looked like your typical gangster but with short messy hair that was brown he also Looked dirty then out of no where someone shot the cop and he was down. The beautiful women who I was fighting alongside with was starting to search for the shooter of the cop. What I also noticed was that even the second in command was crouching like the gremlins and the Gremlins acted like gangsters as well. Then the leader came out of no where, he wore a long brown trench coat. Did I forget to mention that this battle was in my garage. We then were at the factory again when the leader appeared. Though now there millions of Brainwashed human workers and billions of gremlins to fight. The leader mocked us and said we were trapped like a typical villain would. He also said we can't leave forever ,we tried to fight our way out but like he said we can't leave so we couldn't leave.

The End

Dream signs: -Women who had long black hair
-Factory
-My Garage
-Policeman
-Cell phone ( there was a cell phone some where)
- My best Friend.

I was in some place with lots of people, lining up to get something. It was a dictionary or dinner or something. Most people usually took ages but I was an exception. Everyone was wearing some weird tag and getting impatient.
I was also making videos. I think I was considering putting them on YouTube. I was thinking that I really needed a camcorder to do this though, especially as I wanted one of them to be from the perspective of a shoe.
I was talking to someone about something. Oh yes, I remember now. There was some book being read out loud or it was some radio station adnd there were these things of outer space and people talking and some were showcasing the Swedish language.
There was a woman that spoke it fairly well (she was a beginner) and I think I managed to understand her.

06/16/2010

The problem with world-class assassins is that everyone wants to kill each other.



An old woman hums tunelessly, pushing her squeaking cart along the grey-flecked tiles. Her nails tap tap tap against the stainless steel handle, along with a beat only she can hear. She slows the cart down, the wheels shrieking their protest, and smiles at the young man behind the desk, pointing to the ID clipped to her shoulder. He glances up, looking bored, and barely glances at the ID before waving her along.

The hospital room is single-occupancy, dim and empty except for the bedridden patient. He wakes up from a doze, looks at the woman in scrubs as she enters the room. She slides a platter off of the food cart and slides it onto the tray sitting across his bed.

"How are you feeling, Mr. Burke?" The woman smiles.

"Horrible," he manages, glancing up blearily as she injects something into his IV. "Anything good to eat?"

"Of course, dear. There's tuna sandwiches, if you like those."

He perks up a bit, and nibbles at the sandwich. It's decent for hospital food, he decides. He'll be glad to get back to his normal life, with four-course dinners and world-class chefs.

The woman is still there when he finishes the sandwich. "That was actually pretty good," he tells her.

"Well, it is my own special recipe."

His mouth is dry, and he can feel his heart beating faster. Burke frowns. He's sweating. "Excuse me," he says, "But could you get a doctor? I think the symptoms are coming back."

The woman is unhooking the machines monitoring his vital status.

"Don't worry," she says. "It has nothing to do with your heart attack, Mr. Burke." She smiles kindly at him. "My special recipe is called Chalk Tuna. The compounds I've used in your sandwich are reacting with the drugs in your IV. It's untraceable, almost completely undetectable during an autopsy... rather brilliant, if I do say so myself."

Burke's fingers twitch. He wants to reach for the button, to call a nurse, call anyone, but he can't move. He tries to shout, but his mouth won't open, his voice won't work. An icy sensation begins to crawl in from his extremities, cold and burning at the same time.

"It's also a paralyzing substance," the woman muses, "and it's an incredibly painful way to die."

She smiles fondly down at the man seizing on the bed. "Have a nice day, Mr. Burke."

The cart begins its squeaking journey back to the elevator. Burke shuts his eyes and tries to scream.

---

Matilda has approximately four minutes to return the cart and exit the hospital. After that time, the real nurse will make her rounds and find Mr. Burke dead, the machines having shorted out due to faulty wiring. The doctors will attempt to resuscitate him, but the poison in his veins will prevent this from taking effect. There will be questions for the young man at the desk in front of the elevator, but Matilda plans to disappear long before any suspicion can fall on her.

Without a suspect or a murder weapon, the incident will be written off as a simple heart attack, and Mr. Burke's son will inherit his company.

Stepping out into the sunlight of the alley, Mathilda allows herself a moment to bask in the enjoyment of a job well done. She feels a shift in the air, a chill, and a blade burrowing into her skull.

I sheathe the wrist-blade and let the body fall, watching impassively as the infamous assassin kicks up dust on the dry ground. She twitches slightly, extending a hand in a clawing motion before going still.

I leave the body where it is. There's sure to be a complicated frame-up job involving several people who want to take power, but I've done my part. As long as Matilda is dead, I can get out of here and -

I'm throwing myself to the side. A line of throwing knives hit the brick behind me. I take cover, diving behind a dumpster, throwing a fireball in the direction of my attacker.



He's on the roof across from me, I reason. I came down from the hospital fire escape, but he was hidden by shadows - damn! I don't have an escape route, and we need to get out of here before they start looking for Burke's killer. Unfortunately, the owner of those throwing knives is not someone to be reasoned with.

"Simon?" I shout, stepping out from my hiding place. He's on the roof. "I didn't know you were in town."

"Everyone's in town, Sam!" That's Simon, all right. He looks giddy, sounds like he's on a sugar high. The man's more of a sociopath than I am. "Haven't you heard?"

"Yes." Goddamned council didn't even ask before invading my city.

"And you got Matilda first! I've been wanting to take her down for ages."

"Creepy?" I ask.

"Creepy." He confirms.

My fingers twitch, ready to call up another fireball. Simon tracks the movement, and I change my mind. "Simon," I say, "Would you like to play a game?"

His face splits into a grin. "First to a hundred?" He asks.

"I was thinking the whole conference."

Simon laughs. "I like the way you think," his smile widens even further. "Shame I'm gonna have to kill you."

He lifts up a hand and I'm running before he presses the button. I round the corner and the alley explodes.

I love my job.

---



I'm on top of a mountain, looking down on the valley. The city is sprawled out below. I take a breath, feel the cool mountain breeze drifting through my lair.

Some days, it pays to be evil.

I turn around to where my mom and dad are sitting at a stone table, looking around and seeming confused. My brother is there, too, but he just looks hungover.

I go to sit across from them at the table. My mom's eyes narrow as she gets her bearings, and I can feel her light-based aura sparking unpleasantly. I try not to flinch.

"It's in our best interests," I say carefully, "to wipe out all of the assassins as quickly as possible. They'll be gathering at the convention centre. Now, we can't all go in -"

"Why is that, exactly?" my mom snaps.

I roll my eyes. "You're a Reader. They'll spot Your Holiness from a mile away."

"How exactly did you get into this mess?" asks my dad.

I paint a look of surprise onto my face. "You mean you don't know?" I ask incredulously. "Our family - your side of the family - have been Assassins going back hundreds of years! Well," I trail off, "The last one was in the sixteenth century." Good times, as I recall. Reincarnation can be so much fun.

My mom's aura is sparking angrily. I try to ignore it.

"Look, we need to wipe as many people out in one swoop as we can." I have a thought.

"Mom... isn't your cousin doing the catering?" I ask.

She looks at me suspiciously. "He is. Why?"

I let a smile form. "Have you ever heard of Chalk Tuna?"

Conferences. Scare Factor: 4.

So ends the 100th post special edition of Things to Run Away From Really Fast! I've been meaning to write this up for ages...

The only thing I can remember from last night's dream is that I had an extra pair of running shoes. They were orange.

05.07.2010

Jerk dad strikes again (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This is the third out of three dreams recalled tonight. I had a fourth one, but I woke up abrupty by a cell phone and I lost it entirely.

I traveled to see my jerk real dad. I was not excited at all, but for some reason, I had to do it. He had a huge and very expensive home. He was married to a different woman and they adopted eight kids.

We were trying to find a place to eat out. We were in the middle of the country. There were not many trees. It was kind of arid and desertic. It was sunny. There was some sort of canyon in the middle of the country. This place was right in the middle of the canyon. I did not find a way how to access to it. I could not see bridges. I was walking with three kids. I found out that there was a small bridge that would lead to the backdoor of the restaurant. I directed the kids and they entered the restaurant. As I entered, I saw some people and a window at the end of the restaurant.

This place had white tables. It was not very crowded. In fact, I think it was only the 11 of us.







In this restaurant, you could browse around the cabinets and pick up your own food and cook it for your self. I remember I was picking pasta to eat something Italian.
When we finished eating our meal, my jerk-dad says, "You have to pay 50% of the bill. That would mean paying for your meal plus the meal of four of the kids."
I protested because they kids were not mine, but he claimed that my mom called him and requested me to pay half of the thing. I told him I could not afford paying such a big sum. He said I have to be more responsible. I protested, "Well... You have a lot more resources than I do. I am responsible for my own economy and expenses, but I did not expect having to pay for four kids." I also told him he had a lot more cash than me. He claimed he had not such an amount I thought and that I could have more if I desired.

One day passed and I was in front of the Olive Oil store at Temecula. However, it was different from waking. It had several rooms and people was different. It was owned by my jerk dad, so another oddity against waking.
They expected me to work there for the day, but I made some numbers in my mind and I had to fly. I was not able to work or I would miss my plane. I needed to find my dad to let him now I was not going to pay him for now. I saw several employees, all of them had mustaches.

They were going to have a staff meeting and they kicked me out. They told me to go to another room. I am an employee from the company, so I could not understand why. They said I still could not be at the staff meeting. As I walked away, I heard something about their mustaches.
As I exited the store, my wife said I did not need to work. I saw a car where four people were. On the back left seat, there was a guy lying down with sunglasses. He greeted me as I saw him. He was a very old friend I had in waking several years ago.

Someone riding a small blue car, stopped by me and asked, "Do you know about the car repair shop that was here before?" Behind me there was a white unknown car repair shop and next to it, a Midas location. I replied, "I do not know, I am not from this neighborhood. Go inside Midas and ask them." He claimed that he hated Midas and he drove inside the white unknown car repair shop. He had hairy under arms.

(Despite the fact that Jeepers Creepers is a horror movie, this dream was more of a comedy.)

I was in the middle of the country at night with two blond chicks that I don't know in my waking life. They told me we were gonna go see something really cool. I didn't exactly know what to expect when we came upon an old white building that was the only form of civilization, next to a barn with one streetlight in front of it.
They lead me into the building, once again enthusing how much fun we were about to have. It started getting creepy when I realized we were inside of an insane asylum. I was already prepared to run.
A man stopped us in the hallway, almost scaring the actual shit out of me, and he asked us what we were looking for. The girls were very vague about answering, as if they were trying to keep it as a surprise for me. He pointed to the end of the hall where a door lead back outside to the barn next door. "He's in there" That was the only thing he said to us, before he kicked us out.
We made it into the barn, which looked more and more like a regular house the further we went in. And at this point I was prepared to start running if anything jumped out at us. As we walked around I heard one of the girls gasp and take off running. (And I'm half black so I took off right behind her) I didn't know where we were running to, or what we were running from, I just had one mindset. "Jeepers Creepers ain't eating my black ass"
We came upon a wide set of stairs with a railing in the middle leading to a lower level of the house, and apparently a way outside as well. I didn't know where the other blond chick was, but I assumed she was dead.
I started down the stairs behind the freaked out girl. Suddenly she jumped over the rail and started running back up the stairs. I stopped because I had no idea what she was doing. She screamed and jumped over the rail again and started running back down the stairs. By this time I could see what she was running from. A shadowy mass swooped down on the floor and started attacking her as she made her way to a door leading outside.
So since Jeepers was busy killing that chick, I figured I could run past him as he did so, but he jumped out in front of me. I stuck him in the face and kept running.
So me and this half-dead blond chick are swishin' on Jeepers creepers. (Like, I would fake that I was running in one direction and spin past him in the other.)
Unfortunately, the blond track-star didn't make it as far as me.

This is where it gets random

As I ran aimlessly in the house I found the other blond chick hiding under a table in the tornado drill position.
Jeepers Creepers found us there, but he was more interested in why I was laughing rather than catching his meal. I said, "Well, it's funny because we all know that you can smell fear. Yet this female is hiding under a table. So who do you expect Jeepers would go after first?"
JC laughed. "Good point!" and he left in the shadowy mass that he appeared in.

Good times.

Slept between 11:30p-10:00a

After another night of lost dreams, I've decided to stop trying to forcibly DEILD as an induction technique. I'm quite good at using it to prolong dreams... and as a late-morning/not ready to get up yet technique (where I'm also less worried about losing a dream), it's still quite feasible. But there's too much recall at stake to use it as a main technique. I was also trying to "CAN-WILD" (which is like a DEILD... and alarm wakes you that turns itself off and you essentially DEILD, but if there's no dream, it ends up being a WILD anyways). But so far my body proves that when I wake up, I wake up, and I find it hard to re-enter the dream state on command like that. So, I am going to re-take up my habits of WBTB and focus on recall again.

11:30p-6:00a
House for sale
Upset at house being sold to my brothers (Mike, specifically). Some guy was doing house tours. That's all my notes say, I don't have any recollection of this dream!

6:00a-9:00a
Flying controls
I've forgotten what led up to this point, but I was being pursued by some witch. I jumped up off the ground and started flying away. This made me lucid. I Looked back and noticed she was hot on my tail. "I need to make myself fly faster," I thought. Normally, when I fly, my arms are in an upside-down V formation at my sides. I brought my arms straight against my sides, to see if that would improve my speed. No luck. I tried a Superman pose. Still no luck. "I remember reading somewhere that the way they fly is by thinking about their target, and basically letting themselves get pulled to it, mentally... Maybe that'll work...?" I looked at a point on the horizen, and kind of... "set it" with my mind and willed myself to get pulled towards it. I felt a yank from my belly button, like I was on a cord connecting it to the point I set, and I was being pulled towards the point. I yelped a bit with surprise, as it certainly did increase my speed, but it wasn't quite enough. Woke up, anyways.

9:00a-10:00a
School mates
There was some kind of event happening at my school (non-existent to RL). I think it might have been World Cup related. I'm sitting in an empty classroom with Freddy and Corine, from SAIT. We're talking about jobs and I say something about trying to break into sound ops. I look directly at Freddy, because IRL, he does some kinda theatre thing (not sure what capacity, but judging by his FBook posts, it sounds managerial).

Don't eat grassy snow
There's another point where I have a snowball in my hand, and I'm eating it. I realize it's all grassy, and I nearly throw up

Late for work
Another fragment where I realize I'm late for work. I'm trying to get my uniform together to get ready, but I keep getting distracted by things, which causes me to be more late.

7/5/10

Had this dream during my evening nap.

I was in some sort of assembly with other people and there was this white marker board. A young woman with glasses had written some political stuff about the president but another woman had immediately removed it. From what I could remember the post was dead on and had put the other woman in her place. I had asked the woman what had happened and she told me to ask the one who posted the message on the board. I spoke with another young man who told me what the woman had written was accurate about our president. ( I wish I had paid attention to the board )
.. So I walked further into the department I was in and saw an open door in the back of the room. From what I had seen the sky was a bit low and filled with clouds. I was unable to see any opening in the clouds to view the blue sky.
The clouds were bright gold in color and I had noticed these still beam of lights peering through them.. thin gold rays of light that seem to absorb smoke from below. I noticed these beams of lights were still but any moving smoke underneath the beam were removed.. sort of like vanished in thin air.
I also saw it was cold out and the ground was full of snow. I also saw this dark path of water crossing behind this room I was standing in ..just outside the door. It was like I was standing on the opposite side of a river watching the water stream on by me.
I notice the water was cold as well for it had ice and sludge floating on top.
So I move my attention back to the young woman in the glasses who had written on the white marker board. She had on a red shirt and sat on this black recliner. She said " I had to write that because that guy was trying to insult our government.." I looked at her and asked what does it mean..she narrowed her eyes and asked me why did I want to know. I looked over at the door and saw a black bear float on ice down the river.. so I turn back to her and said " I am curious to what happen and I think I agree with you".. she still for some reason didn't trust my word so I told her forget it..
I look over at the door again and see these snow cougars playing in the river.. than a woman with a cane struggling to get away from them. I didn't want to get involved so I ducked from her view.. only to see the cougars jumping at her and her cane waving in the air.
I turned to the woman and said " forget it .. I was just curious as to why they backed down..no worries" She smiled and I looked back to the door seeing that it was not an old woman.. but an old man with a staff and he was climbing over mountains..I looked back towards the sky and saw the clouds were even lower..

Weird dream..

05.07.2010

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Much like the past few dreams it was dark and rainy. I was a passenger in a super low-riding car in the back left seat. There were no car doors. We (me and others I didn't identify until the end) came and stopped at a red light with lots of vehicles in front and behind. I was playing a DS game at the time. Instead of putting my DS (as well as a GBA and Alphasmart Neo I had with me) on the seat next to me when I was finished I put them on the road that was almost horizontal to my seat. When the car started up again I realized my error and told them to stop. Unfortunately the cars behind got impatient and began honking horns to high heavens. I told them to just go on and I leapt from the car. Enough distance had been made before I jumped out that I had some ways to walk to get to my assets.

I found my GBA on the road smashed with exposed microchips and shattered screen. My DS and Neo were by a black man sitting on some stairs leading up to an apartment building. He asked me what the Neo was and I told him it was an electronic typewriter. He acted like he wanted to buy mine. I told him mine looked pretty busted up and gave him the website to buy his own. After profuse thanks I gathered the items and prepared to leave. The black man didn't seem satisfied with my thanks and kept acting like he wanted me to give him something. In the end he wound up spitting on my hand and my hair for no good reason. I told him I had had enough and quickly retreated.

The rain picked up. My DS was bent and the stylus twisted at an odd angle. The game I had been playing, much akin to "The World Ends With You," had screwed up audio and the picture fizzled and became blurred at times. I felt most sad about not being able to finish the game I had become so engrossed with. I continued up the street wondering if I would ever again run into the people I had been riding with. Near a parking lot a beautiful, tall woman with long ebony hair holding a tiny cocktail umbrella acted like she knew me. She held the little umbrella over me catching but few of the raindrops and led me to where a giant white SUV was parked. Odd that our low-riding car grew such big wheels. The driver came out. He was Sho, the guy in my avatar, or also a character I adopted for M.E.I. Network Act VIII named Brent.

05.07.2010

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

In a comfy carpeted room with a giant bed straight ahead and a bunk bed to the right I stood there admiring the two quilts. One was gray and the other red. I had on a ski mask for whatever reason and had come home from JCC, referring the dream I had earlier today. Mom and I had talked briefly about getting the right classes. Dad came in and picked me up by the neck playful in the context of the dream but it would obviously hurt in real life and only put me back down when he saw a UK logo on the ski mask. Later that night I'm sitting on a comfy chair before a TV in some corner. Sitting next to me on some leather seats is my uncle Jon and some rich fictional fellow with a monocle complete with rare breed of cat purring on his lap. The television media (most likely Fox News based on color scheme) starts talking about my brother Kyle and how he represented some company that insulted a famous celebrity. The celeb wants Kyle put away for fourteen some odd years. I'm shocked by this. The rich fellow asserts that the charge will most certainly be dropped since my brother was merely representing a company and was not a free agent on the matter. I feel a little better.

I was on what looked like a movie set. It was made to look like the interior of a Star Trek shuttle, or at least that's what I thought it looked like at the time. I was there with a man. I don't remember who he was. I was talking to the man about various Star Trek episodes. We were talking about an episode where there had been a traitor aboard the ship and that traitor had caused a lot of trouble, including the death of one of the crew. I was thinking of a part of the show where the guards should have spotted the traitor before he even got on the ship, but for some reason they had completely missed the obvious signs. The man and I were discussing various ways the traitor could have been stopped, various times that the guards should have caught the traitor, and a few plot holes that we found. The man laughed and said he liked figuring out how the story might have been different if things had been done differently.

I walked through the set of the Star Trek ship and up to the main control panel. It was somewhere around here that I realized that this was no simple movie set… this ship was real! This would be a fully functional ship! I found I seriously wanted to jack that ship. I told the man I was with that I was going to jack the ship. He asked if I wouldn't get in trouble. I said only if I was caught… which I wouldn't be. I sat down at one of the navigation chairs and looked at the controls. Um… I didn't really have any idea on how to work the controls. After I sat there looking retarded for a bit, the man sat at the other control station. He pushed a few buttons and the ship powered up. I said I didn't know he could operate a Star Trek ship! He said he has seen so many Star Trek episodes that he can. He maneuvered the ship up, turned it around, blasted a hole in the wall, and then flew through it. We were off to the skies, off to explore the stars!

Or maybe not… the ship couldn't do anything more than hover! Lame! And it hovered until we were surrounded by cops at a dock. There were water ships there. And we had no choice but to land. I cursed my luck that the ship I jacked had to be a piece of crap. The man said he had told me I would be caught… I pulled a Gibbs on him. The cops came into the ship and said we were to get out immediately. We both climbed off of the ship. But we weren't getting arrested! The cops said we were needed for a top secret operation. Awesome! The cop said if we could figure out how to operate the Star Trek ship so easily, then they had need of us. My heart dropped. I hadn't figured out anything. It had all been my friend. The man with me put his hand on my shoulder and whispered. He said not to worry… just bluff my way through it. He said he would be sure I learned what I needed to know if I didn't figure it out on my own. After all, I was the one with the nerve to jack a space ship in the first place, so I was partly responsible for us ending up here.

The man and I both got on one of the sea ships there. We were separated, but not by far. We were just on opposite ends of the deck near the bow. I could still see him, and he could see me. Someone said something about preparing us for ocean travel. For some reason that preparation involved hosing us down with a fire hose… Wtf? We were both sprayed with water until we were thoroughly and completely drenched. I had no idea what that had to do with anything… it seemed really strange to me. I wanted to ask someone why we had to be wet. But there was no one paying any attention to me. I looked off the ship and saw nothing but ocean. Where had the land gone so fast? We had been docked just minutes ago. I looked everywhere, thinking we might have turned… no sign of land. Weird… I was looking for the land when I woke.

I was playing billiard at usual place. But place was empty and little strange. I was playing alone with myself. I ordered a coffee. After that my friend came in and asked me can I help him. He was carrying some huge metal thing on his back. I said sure but he said: "Oh well it's okay I'll go on my own". After that I got out and met another friend.

I was in front of my school. It was snowy, and I gout out of bushes lol. I met all of my friends there. We talked and then suddenly we started playing with ball. After few moments I found myself in school going with my friend to class and talking about anime. I asked him did he saw Starrk using Cero Metralleta in Bleach. He said he did. We just passed our teacher and I missed my class, because it was different. I didn't recognized it. It had blue floor and desks were strangely arranged. When I got in I started looking for place to sit.

July 4-5, 2010.

1st dream: All I remember is my mother and I going to see a movie. I showed her the new movie theater. She was so amazed. I'll describe the theater: You had to lay down on these soft cushiony couch-like chairs and look up, like an imax. There would be a large helicopter machine thing carrying a large red ball and set it in place up above the outside room in the theater. Then, it would be turned on, and you would be able to see the movie reflect onto the glass from the ball. It's very difficult to explain. That's really all I remember.

2nd dream: I was with a friend in her car. She had a cup of sweet tea sitting next to her. I'm not sure if I was lucid in this or not, but it sure did feel like it. We were talking and all of a sudden I reached for her sweet tea and drank it. Mmm, it tasted like a very sweet lemony taste. After she saw me drink it she was all like, "Why did you just drink my sweet tea? That's mine!" I was like, "Sorry! Sorry sorry!" Then I said again," Sorry, geez." She was like, "Your not sorry." Lol. Then I woke up.

June 30-July 1, 2010.
I remember most of the dream. I was trying to get rid of this loud buzzing bee/fly, I didn't want to touch it. I remember being in a house with a wide open field in front, and there were a lot of people outside.

June 25-26, 2010.
This was the last half of my dream. Some friends and I went on this journey or something. I can't remember what we did, though. We came back to our home base or something..it looked a lot like my church in real life. We went to bed and then we woke up to find that there was one foot of snow on the ground. We had to journey to my house for some reason I don't know. So we set out, stumbling and slipping. Three of the teenagers carried the little ones piggyback. Halfway down a slope, we all tripped and fell down the rest of the slope. One little girl (who looked a lot like a girl at my school) was complaining that her leg was hurting and she thought it was broken. I told her, "Don't worry, my dad is a doctor." Then she stumbled and fell into an icy cold creek! I don't think she knew how to swim, because she wasn't. I dived in and saved her. Then we arrived at my dad's house and he kept telling us to be quiet. Then I woke up.