non-lucid

I was in a house with three floors. Agent from Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D was looking after some captured monsters. First I was just an observer in this world. I was invisible to others, but had a physical form. I was wearing headphones and believed I was seeing an episode of the tv show I mentioned earlier. Through my headphones I heard Cryaotic. He made me pay attention to the shadows of the characters in this house. I saw a knife appear in the shadow of the agent. Cry said it was a sign of death. Seeing that knife meant the agent was going to die and there was nothing that could stop it. I threw my headphones off, I didn't want spoilers, but I kept hearing Cry even without wearing them. No one in the house saw or heard the headphones, I was like a ghost.

I saw the monsters upstairs. They somehow got free from their shackles. One of them was a fit looking blonde haired woman with a long row of sharp teeth. They started sneaking down the stairs. I got flashes of shadows. Knives slowly appeared from everyone's shadow. I felt intense fear. Whatever was creeping behind these shadows was something powerful. The monsters found knives and the agent sleeping downstairs. I woke up before they killed him.

Morning of April 10, 2017. Monday.



I am aware that I will be doing some sort of test or writing assignment (as apparently I am still in school) and I go into a store to buy a pencil. The cashier is Patrick S, my foreman (from Northern Engraving) who shot himself years ago.

There are three rectangular display wells on one side (in a connected sequence), with at least the middle one having several pencils in various conditions. I pick out a new yellow pencil that is not sharpened and which is featureless at both ends (that is, with no eraser on either end). I am thinking that there may not be a way to sharpen it (after being back in the classroom) in order to do my work. The cashier tells me that it is ten cents. As I pay him, I see that the pencil is now sharpened but is barely long enough to hold onto but also has an eraser. It seems odd but I do not put it back. The lead (graphite) is somewhat blunt and partly covered by the wood as well. Still, I do not complain (as I may be able to write with it as is) and take it with me back to the unfamiliar school. (I have a brief thought that the cashier might say something about the condition of the pencil but he does not.)

Back in the classroom, I see that there are already suitable sharpened pencils for the students, one near each empty seat, so I take one to use as I sit down. The teacher sits at my table, directly across from me. Oddly, he is also Patrick S (though implied to be a different person than the cashier). I do not consciously notice this impossibility. We each have some sort of workbook. The teacher (not having the answer at hand) is also to do the work at the same time as the students. He tells us that the work is on page 164. Even though we all go to page 164 in our own copy of the book, I notice that the number is 154 when looking later. (Still, I stay on that page.)

The task involves finishing a logic puzzle with a fishing theme. The entire page is filled with clues in the form of sentences, yet none of them relate directly to the solution other than one of the last clues (second or third from the bottom), which mentions catfish, largemouth bass, smallmouth bass, and a weight value (of the catfish). The entire table (with at least six events, perhaps eight) is apparently to have (at least) the person’s name, the kind of fish they caught, its weight, and the location it was caught. I look it over and find it rather strange. There are no names of people or places that I can discern in the clues so how would one be able to complete the table?

The teacher cheerfully mentions to me that there is more on other pages. I notice a couple blank tables on the next page but I do not know if it relates to the task at hand. Perhaps he means that I can do a different puzzle on one of the other pages, but I do not say anything and mostly regard the fishing-themed one.

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What am I "fishing for" here? My transient temporary dream self (a different incarnation in each dream, often which has no association with current conscious self identity), also known as the "personified subconscious", does not really exist, thus I am in the puzzled state (which does not occur in all dreams), seeking the return to my conscious self identity (otherwise known as waking up from sleep, literally). The part where the pencil changes has the essence of non-lucid dream control.

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2017, 04-07

Going Tiny

I am in my house, but it is not the current one, it is a house I lived in many years ago. The house was located on a large plot of land in northern Utah, covered with many oak trees surrounding the house. I am out to the side of the house where there is a trail leading off into the trees. I look around and I see my mother and my brother (who has been dead for 8 years) are both there. They are packing things into large hiking backpacks and talking about what things we are taking with us and what things we are leaving behind. As I listen to them, I gather that we are moving into a tiny house and we can only take with us what we can fit in our hiking backpacks. I think this is really strange as John hasn’t been living with us for quite a while. My mom and John are now discussing where John is supposed to put all of his shoes, though I don’t remember him having an inordinate number of shoes. We manage to put on our backpacks, and I notice mine is quite heavy. I then remember that my gaming laptop is in there, and that is a heavy item, but there’s no way I’d leave it behind. We start heading off down a sandy path that supposedly leads to our new tiny house, but I never get to see it because I wake up.

TV

Just a dream of me and Asuka watching Bjork music videos. One in particular I remember was "birthday" by the sugarcubes. When Bjork get's to the chorus which is a series of melodic screams like a 5 year old would, she would get out of breath and couldn't sing it right.

This one was few days ago:

DR:
I am standing in an opening in a stone wall. Looks medieval. I'm carefully looking out, shielding myself with my large, round battle axe. There is a horde of people dressed in bear skins and similar attire, rounding a corner with their weapons raised above their heads. As they come near, a woman aims at the opening and starts shooting arrows with a bow.

Last night:
DR1:
I'm in my childhood house with my brother. We start to notice that items are rearranging themselves. New items appear that we have never seen before. I want my brother to hand me my phone so we can call our parents, but my phone was rearranged.

I notice our front door is not fully closed. I look outside and I hear someone coming up the stairs. I get scared, but then I see it's my dad.

DR2:
I'm visiting someone in their apartment. Talking to this girl, it turns out she is a lucid dreamer. We talk about how to pronounce DILD, WILD and DEILD. What's her method and something about "if we were dreaming now"...

DR3:
I'm in a same or similar apartment as dream before. Someone is at the door. They open to see and it's about 8 pot head hippies. They want to close the door, not let them in, but somehow they push their way in. So they let the hippies use the fax or whatever they wanted. I'm thinking, wow, if they wanted to hurt me, there is nobody to stop them.

Another knock on the door. Its the satan. They don't want to let him in either, haha, but they can't say no. I think nopenopenope and I walk out the door. But there is his wife. I knew her name in a dream. She offers to walk me out, and again i"m nopenope. Then I realize if she wanted to, she can just appear anywhere while I'm going down the stairs couple of floors.

Then I woke up and was time for work. Thank god.

It started with me waking up from my bed. The blue sky is dim as if it will turn night soon. I look around and see a phone, however I assume it is my brother instead of mine. I hear words and people as I put my head back down to the pillows below. I think of my mother and father and offcially get out of bed to greet them. As I am out and about, I see my mother reorganizing the refrigerator. Talking with my father about outside stuff, things I didn't care to pay much attention to. I walk over to get something to drink, to where my father addressed to how I've messed up on something. I can no longer remember what it was about.

But when I heard it I became agitated and eventually slam my fist on the counter. My mother said "looks like he is at it again" As my father simply sigh in a gesture to say this wasn't the first time I acted out. Looks like I'm a hot head in this one I thought to myself. That is when my brother came down stairs from the shadowy corners. He and I greeted each other but then walk off and for an unknown reason both I and my parents had a desire to follow him. We did which led us to a holographic image appearing infront us like some future tec stuff. It showed my brother bashing a flower set up in anger.

We continue to watch and then I came in to the picture, I look a bit younger and so did my brother. My brother had stormed out somewhere and my younger self followed. I and my parents along with my brother both followed as well. I came close to the younger me and touch his clothes. That's when he became even younger and my holo brother was looking to fight. That's when my lucidity began, my parents did not know what was happening. I told them this is a vision my brother is having. I told my brother to hurry up and complete this so we can all wake up.

My borther look at me and gave me the ok face. He and I both walk up to the card that we knew would be the exit. My brother read of the bar code which should release us. As he had done so I began to feel faint and very light. After that I had awoken to where my lucidity was no more. My family and I all appeared to be in the mouth of a serpant dragon. The monster then spit us all out except for this one guy with torn up clothes and long blonde hair. I could sense his intentions were to stay with it for I don't know. After this happened I had awaken again, but chose to not open my eyes. Instead I use my loud neighbors as an advantage.

I knew I would wake up like this sooner or later. Instead of lying there thinking about how much I hate them. I'll use them for a skill I never was very good at. With not much effort, I lay there and ponder what trigger thought should be the one to shoot me in to a dream. That's when I could feel myself needing to use the restroom slightly. Ah, that's a good thought to use as it has a feeling as well. Before I knew it, I had enter a dream and was using the restroom. It work with my eyes shock, hoping that I wasn't actually wetting myself. But I doubt it as the liquid look to fake round like. Before I could look around a lot, I had woken up again due to another disturbance from the waking world.

EXT. RESTAURANT - DAY

I discuss lucid dreaming with my friend, Brooklyn, mentioning dream control. "For instance," I explain, "If I were having a lucid dream right now, I could say, 'Let me see a green blimp in the sky with a giraffe in the gondola,' and it might appear--maybe."

Brooklyn seems mildly impressed. "Do you have to pray to make such things happen?" she asks.

"Well, I just sort of talk to myself--to my subconsciousness," I tell her.

[Next time, demonstrate the reality check, please!]

I am playing basketball in this dream, but the ball we are playing with is floppy, gray-colored and partially deflated. There are a several players on the court. It is impossible to tell who is on who's team, as everyone is wearing something different. There are no uniforms. When I get the ball I have to guess who is on my team. I single out a guy running by me and pass the ball to him. Since it is deflated and light, I am not able to aim it properly and it doesn't go far. Running feels good in this dream; I need the exercise. When I go to make a jumpshot I float way, way up above the court and up to the steel rafters in the ceiling. Up here I see a birthday cake, decorated with orange and black frosting. The words State Hospital are written on it. I fly up to this area and see the cake numerous times during the game. I always make an arc over the cake, as I go up to the ceiling and then come back down to the court.

There are much more people gathered on the court now. They form a semi-circle around the net from back at the 3-point line. Some of the players are in wheelchairs. There is a woman who resembles my wife in one of the wheelchairs surrounded by several young girls who are not in wheelchairs. I throw the ball to one of them to "check", but the ball doesn't fly right as usual. It sails off on a tangent over their heads and I run after it. It takes me out to the woods by a beach where I again I see my wife (though she doesn't see me). It is dark in the woods and she is searching for something. She is shining a flashlight into the shrubs. I creep by her, using the trees as camouflage, trying to avoid her detection. I think my daughter is with her. Dreamt 2/22/2017

I've been awake for 2 hours now so my recollection is going to suffer. But, wow.
I had the first truly great dream in a very long time.

My memory starts out sexual. We were under covers on a couch, trying to be stealthy. My grandmother starts firing off a list of stuff she wants the guy to pick up from the store lol. I pretended to be asleep until he was gone and then my grams told me he was engaged, that the marriage must take place and I needed to forget and stay away from him.
Next thing I know, I'm back in time to the early 1900's. I was with a wealthier class of people in nice gowns and social standings. I was paired with some girl and we talked about favorite songs. I then told her about Jekyll and Hyde and sang part of a song for her. I told her it wouldn't come out until the 1990's but she HAD to see it even though she'd be 105
The dream gets vividly sexual but we're interrupted by something else. Turns out he was married and his wife was ushering him to a car. She told me they both had their own sexual kinks and secrets. I told them I was pregnant and they'd never see the child because WV was much too far away for that.

We were crammed into a ancient car with another family. It was a poor family and they were selling their children and babies.
Then I insist on driving but the steering wheel is on the wrong side and women weren't supposed to drive so I fought for the steering wheel.
The roads were insane. There weren't any stop lights or signs so everyone was just doing their own thing and a bus full of orphans barely avoided a train, but crashed into the side of a factory.

Someone ended up finding a book I had about cars. It had a logo (Motorolla lol as a car company) which was a car just then being invented. They were fascinated by everything they read.
The dream just fizzled out.

A tidbit I don't know how it fits is that I had a gummy substance stuck in my mouth and throat. I had to grab it with both hands but also be discrete. It made several appearances in the above dream. I've had that event throughout the decades but rarely. I've never really known what it signifies.

I also had a zombie dream at some point. I loaded myself into a wrong save game and it was horde night. I was rushing to the roof access to avoid the horde when a giant hornet attacked. I grabbed it and tried stabbing it but kept missing. My health was very low and I eventually died. I saw an error pop up saying my bedroll had been destroyed. Great. They destroyed my base and there was no telling where I'd respawn.
I came to in a nice neighborhood. I saw one of my earlier build with a staircase that didn't connect to an upper floor. I wondered if I had enough stamina to make the jump. I did. When I landed, there were bicycle's tied nearby. I approached the door and heard something like breaking glass. One of the bikes fell over and shattered. People lived in the house and thought I broke the bike until they reviewed a recording. We had a good laugh about me mixing up the homes and I noticed it was 11:30AM and horde night was over.

I had those dreams between 7:30AM-9:30AM.

There was a pile of stuff on some grass. There was also a group of people with that got changed into characters. I got changed into the 11th Doctor, so I looked for my sonic screwdriver. I scanned things when I found it, including both plane-like vehicles swooping down from the sky. The first was a red one, and the second was a blue one with a huge sphere in front.
[New Scene]
I was playing BotW, and I just got a quest that led to a big dungeon.
[New Scene]
Only a selection of people could smell or see a set of objects, including a specific gun and a cheeseburger.

21 - 22:30

Covered in Oil and Fire
I was with an inventor in a dark room. Computers and other gear provided some blue light. I wanted to help him, but got distracted. I was on my way to the bathroom and picked up a dirty piece of paper. It was night and the hallway looked like army barracks. A group wearing masks was covering all the doors with a massive blanket. They didn't notice me walking in the middle until later. I saw them throwing buckets of oil on sleeping people, throwing a torch in the mix and sealing the door with the blanket so everyone burned to death inside. The screaming started. The bad guys noticed me and threw oil on me. Before I was lit on fire I used the dirty paper to clean some of the oil off my face and arms. I decided to play dead. I fell down burning. The bad guys finished setting the place on fire and half of my body looked like charcoal.

I got up and looked for survivors. I found some, about ten of us were alive. Somehow there were fleshy pink wolves in the building now. They tried to bite me and I had to fight them off. I got false memories of were I was. The bad guys called this "Dev Shack H" A building made completely from wood and in the middle of a vast forest. We had built this place on our own and it was all just a trap. I found a dying woman while exploring the place for survivors. She was too far gone, I had to leave her.

We found a room that was still somehow in one piece and decided to rest there for at least the rest of the night. Two cats had appeared out of no where, one of the survivors stopped them from fighting each other. The cats had all the colors of a rainbow, odd. A woman asked if we should move the corpses. I told her that the bad guys might return and we shouldn't go outside yet or move anything.

22:45 - 1:15

Archdevil Aboroth
I'm a DO floating over a massive golden table in a large hall. The table is probably 15 meters in diameter. The place looks regal. I don't know where I am, but it's probably not Earth. There are people around the table and I recognize some of them. Asgardian gods Loki and Thor are there. Apparently this is some sort of auction. A woman announces a new arrival as "The Archdevil Aboroth". One god near Loki grabs his stuff and gets up. He seems scared of Aboroth. Aboroth has the appearance of a 50 year old man with short brown hair and well-kept beard. He wears a dark suit. As one of the gods left, the announcer lady says to Aboroth "You may join. I do hope you're more fun than the last one." Aboroth sits down and answers "I'll try." His voice is deep and he speaks very formally. He looks at a man with gray hair and mustache across the table. "Haven't seen you at the factory." he says. The mustache guy looks terrified and says nothing.

Scene changes. I'm inside the first level of a small lighthouse. I can see the ocean through small windows, the room is round and the walls are white. Dean from Supernatural is in the room and on the other side of the room, looking out the window is Aboroth. Aboroth's shadow is unnatural, it's climbing up the wall and there's a small creature next to Aboroth in the shadow that's not visible in the room. "How did you get here." Dean asks. He seems tense. "I'm sure you know...there's only one way for me: a Witness Angel. If I'm brought here, you know it's BAD. A war is coming." Aboroth says while smiling.

1:30-3

Nine Hells
Group of adventurers that call themselves Vox Machina leave the Nine Hells with plane shift. Vax stays behind for some reason. A contract with a devil maybe. He walks through a city where the dominant color is red. He walks through an empty square. The ground has weird markings and messages all over it. Vax walks into a house and finds a small bedroom. Through the window I can see a dim, blue hue fighting the dark red sky. Green lights are scattered across the red city, I have no idea what those are. Some devils nearly discover Vax, but he appears to be protected. Maybe his god, the Raven Queen, keeps him hidden. Vax falls asleep.

Dream changes. I'm playing Diablo 3 now. I know nothing of this game, but my brother is helping me. I haven't even killed Diablo, but it's apparently not needed. We enter an area that was just released in an expansion pack. We dive into the depths of hell and the final boss is none other than Aboroth. We kill him. I have a feeling he won't stay dead.

Time dilation gone wrong.

I become lucid as a snake man flying around some mountains. I was with a group of people earlier but I don't recall them much. I land on a rock trail and begin my Time Dilation method. I forgot to close one eye and started counting really fast. I felt the usual force knock me from the dream.

Xereniak

We were wandering around some house in the sky. We passed J from work and she was making funny comments at us but I forget what, she then burped and flew through a random portal. Me and Xer continued flying up and jumping through the strange sky house which had strange obstacles that we overcame. Almost as if the place was designed for training in anti gravity skills for dreamers, each room a different puzzle to solve by jumping, floating, and swinging off beams. We rested on a landing. He seemed elated at what we were doing. I was joking that he should try and go out with J. and then I noticed he was smoking a cigarette. I said maybe I am a bad influence on him.

Now Hiring

Brief memory of walking down a street at night time in some out door minimall. I was with some people and we came by a Time Horton's Stand and some woman said "Hey don't you know that man?" I looked in the TH and saw Phawad standing their in a store manager uniform. He looked a little short staffed and walked up to me and asked me if I was looking for a job.

Dog walking and lucid chain

I was in a van with my aunt and her friend. we had our dogs and we were going to take our dogs for a run in some field with trees. They started complaining at me abot something i forget what. I told them I would walk my dog on my own and they let me out of the van.

missing time

I wind up in some house that is semi out doors. I tie my dog to some post and begin exploring the place. I remember a man had been there before and had invited me in at one time but he wasn't there now. I came across and area with four sets of steps on each side of a square that led down to a landing with nothing on it. I went down the steps and was teleported inside the man's house. I looked around for a bit but didn't find him. I found some other people wandering around but I lingered behind them not wanting any interaction with them. Eventually I got bored and came across a similar four sets of steps leading up to a landing. I went up the steps to the landing and was teleported to the landing outside. I saw the man arriving ome with some of his friends. He said hello and I began to wander off. I was forgetting something... MY DOG! so i went back to where he was chained and untied him and continued the walk. It was night time now.

FA,

Get out of bed and RC. Lucid now. A woman with brown hair I seem to know walks in and says I better hurry because she's leaving without me. I notice I am not dressed and find some pants on the floor after getting my shirt on. I tell her to wait while I get my pants on. She complies and keeps talking but I don't really know what she's saying. I struggle to get my pants on and when I do I look at her and realize she looks like a young Regan. A door appears that leads into a bar or club. As I follow her through the door her appearance slowly changes into an asian woman, her eyes change color to grey and then green, her skin is also changing color now to look like a hispanic woman. I tell her to stoop changing so fast and go back to the regan look because I think it looks hot. She then transforms into a green elf. As we turn a corner into the bar club area she vanishes. I think nothing of it as it seems normal.

I then think of some goals... Raven! I think and crouch on the ground for some reason and I am trying to contact her telepathically. I get up and start to count my fingers again. I see there are fingers under my fingers as i count. I'm pretty sure I forgot to close one eye because the dream starts to fade. I stop at 30 and everything goes black. The dream springs back somehow. Then I resume counting with one eye closed up to another 30. everything is stable now. I completely forget my previous goal after trying for so long to stabalize the dream.

I find a large table where people are eating and drinking and sit at the end of it. I get bored so I start throwing plates and glasses at the DCs who are a blur. they don't do anything for a while, one guy swings a knife at me and I back up naturally dodging him. I pull out a blade myself and start slashing at people. My perception is going watery like the dream is about to end. I get frustrated at the time dilation not working.


Fa, get out of bed and RC. I pinch my nose but not enough air comes through. I fly out of the bed as if normal and keep trying the nose RC. It's too dark in the room and everything seems too real.

I begin to wake up for real and try to DEILD. but the compulsion to turn over gets the better of me.

Finally, caught up on posting journals. For now.

Also: $~ = "about"

Recall Begins:

I remember there is much that occurred before the earliest I can recall. It vaguely exudes the idea of a bible study camp. The idea of the book of Exodus, in particular, stands out. I cannot recall the reason for its importance, however, especially given the events that follow. I am in an outdoor swimming pool. The pool is small and appears to be Egypt themed, possibly tying back to the book of Exodus somehow. A coworker of mine is at the pool, who is a mother of 3. She may be there to watch her children swim. Aside from her presence, there are many small girls, aged ~6~9, and a few ~14~17. There may have been other parents at the other end of the pool, which felt ~20 meters long. As I was swimming in the water, I tried out a swimming manoeuvre I enjoy doing in waking life pools whenever I can go, which involves rotating my core whilst swinging my legs, to generate a small whirlpool and cause me to rotate quite quickly on minimal effort. In the dream plane, the ripples are more exaggerated and far-reaching. Sizeable waves are crossing the pool, and are quite large directly around me. A few 14-year-old women seemed either impressed or annoyed, and my coworker also appeared interested.
/jump/ I am falling face first into the pool again, which is now bone dry and only ~1 foot deep. Those who were swimming a moment ago are now exiting the pool, unaware of any oddity occurring. I begin trailing out after them, and one child in particular seems to be continuously making eye contact and then looking away.
/jump/ I am in a changing room.
/jump/ I am now in what appears to be either the Taber swimming pool or the Nicholas Sheran Park pool (indoors). The child from before is running around the pool in her swimsuit colored as this text.

Recall Ends.

The setting of the dream appeared to be of April 5th, the waking day which would occur after the dream ended.

Recall Begins:

I am in a space which existed both as my basement and the entry hallway into a local anime convention. It is the early morning, and I am with several familiar faces as I prepare for the convention, which I felt was to be later that day. MoSH is among the group. I also believe my younger brother was there. I cannot recall the others.
/jump/ It is 2.00 pm, and I am suddenly quite panicked. I had previously planned to meet with an old friend of mine at 12.00 pm that day, and I had somehow forgotten all about it. I am now more definitively at the convention hall, despite details of my basement remaining. I was quite convinced that I had travelled a distance, for the span of about an hour from my home. The concrete, grey halls leading to the convention entry way are quite distinct from the much warmer whitewashed wood panelling at home. As I walk toward the admission (person? gate? robotic automatic recognition system? wildcard*), I suddenly realise that I have left both mine and MoSH's VIP admission badges at my home. It will be a 2 hour round trip to go get them. I cannot recall whether or not MoSH took the round trip to my home and back with me or if he waited the entire time, but I consequently missed another important appointment I had at 3.00 pm.
/jump/ I was once again very upset about having missed an important time frame. I could not however figure out how I had failed to plan the convention into my schedule, given that all 3 things were absolutely important. Nonetheless, it is now 4.00 pm, and I have finally arrived at the admission (wildcard*) with mine and MoSH's entry badges.

Recall Ends.

...And in the end, I never did get to attend the convention either. What a waste of a day. Fortunately, the real one afterword went much better.

Recall begins:

My father is leading a video game design team in a briefing room at what I can only assume is the engineering firm he works for. A certain man among the others who are sitting at rows of standard windows computers is utilising a curious interface device for his work. The device is comprised of a human bust, incorporeal, which sits upon the desk surface, facing towards the user; and one human head, held in the right hand, which is moved in 3D space around the bust. It appeared to function in the same way as a basic pad and mouse do for the rest of us. The man, whom I felt was a senior of mine, began at my behest to avail his works to me. I see on the display a 3D ape model. It is being utilised for an asset in the video game which the team is designing.
/jump/ The senior modeller is complaining about the difficulty of the ape as a boss monster. Observing the game, it appears to have the "The Legend of Zelda, Breath of the Wild" battle system. I offer to try and defeat the enemy for him.
/jump/ I (Link, from "The Legend of Zelda") am shield surfing down the snow capped mountain, escaping from the rampaging ape. I believe my original intent was to fight the ape, as I reverted back the dream 3 or 4 times to attempt battling it, nearly prompting lucidity. Before this occurred, however, as I repeated the act of fleeing the beast enough times, the ending began to fill in, and the ape was erased from the dream history. Now, I was merely shield surfing down an increasingly less winter, and more summery slope, with white water rapids, and greenery, abounding. I continue downwards, past the gorgeous natural formations carved into the rock by aeons of water erosion, until the scenery returns to winter near the base. Near the base is a setup reminiscent of my old scout camps, although thinking on it, there was not a soul in uniform.
/jump/ I am no longer me, but for a short time, I yet appear as I did entering the camp. I am, however, now the Pokemon Ditto. I come across a small group in the camp, in what appears to be a cove built on a wooden platform overlooking a cliff, with an evergreen pine forested valley far below. The group situated within, who's members I am impressed to say were from another town in the province attending the camp, consisted of one teenaged man, likely aged 16~17, and about 4~5 women ranging in age from 13~17. As an outsider to this group, my logical conclusion is to destabilise the trust and familiarity within the group's members by transforming into them, one by one. The man becomes upset and leaves, and I remain as a woman within the group for the remainder of the recall.

Recall End.