non-lucid

I was playing through text options as if I was on Fallen London. One card said something along the line of "Trials of _____ House", which I selected.

I am in first person again, and I was in a modern club, with a stereotypical rich godfather and all that good stuffs. Me and someone else were infiltrating the place to find blackmail material regarding the godfather, in case he was a pedophile or something like that.

We got into a room next to the godfather under the guise of needing their... services. We beat up the workers, knocked them out, and tied them as I tried to spy on the godfather. He had a harem of girls serving him. We stole a few jewelries from the room and then amdemto get away since we couldn't find anything to black ail him with, but somehow they caught us and the godfather walked out to meet us.

Somehow everything worked out. The mafia collapsed. They were linked to the government. The perspective moved to a misty morning in a military airport, with the president of United States (he was blonde, but he didn't look like Trump) using his VP (who looked like Hillary Clinton, but whom I am pretty sure wasn't) as a scapegoat. He walked away from her and the guards, popped champagne and lifted the foaming bottle up as mist enveloped him. The credits roll.

I had a false awakening (I don't know why I don't do reality checks in these when I have always did reality checks after waking up) where I was sleeping beside my father. I may have gotten up a bit and used my laptop to searhc up naughty stuffs while he was sleeping.

My dream returned to the president again, back where we left off. The VP was crying and protesting her arrest as the supposed mastermind behind the Mafia, while on the other side of the mist the president talked to some shadowy figures.

My dream transitioned to me playing 3D Metroid (I have never played Metroid) where the environment are in HD 3D but the enemies are pixelated. I fought my way up what looked like a warehouse, got up an elevator, and came to a plaza surrounding a courtyard. I discovered that I have unlimited jetpack and I flew up to the top level, and tried to fly to an enemy and cut it in half with a sword. I missed and flew out of the map, which was a building floating in the sky surrounded by the vast emptiness of the skybox. I curved around and flew back inside the level for another try, but I missed again, then I woke up. I would also note that the flight felt different from the other times I flew in my dream. It felt like actual flying, unlike the levitation I always did not counting the one time I had angel wings.

I find myself at a performance of some sort; possibly a graduation. I'm among many of my old peers from Westmont, most of them being members of the orchestra I was a part of for the year I attended the college. I see my old conductor, and I seem to remember having a desire to approach him, but i cannot remember whether or not I did. I enter a rehearsal space, and in the dream, it conveyed itself to me as the place we rehearsed every Tuesday and Thursday. But upon my awakening from the dream, I realize that it was not the chapel in which we regularly rehearsed. In fact, I think it was a place altogether new to me, but somehow similar to my high school band rehearsal room. But this new room presented me with a sickly image of a rainy night outside of my old home, and I think some of my dream took place in this situation, but I cannot remember. This dream occurred the night after my ex-girlfriend decided to text me for the first time since we broke up. She reached out first, having read the letter I had written her about two weeks prior. Many mixed emotions swirled about my brain that evening, and I attempt to find some meaningful connection between the occurrence and my unusual dream. Of course, I had previously had dreams about Westmont. And it makes sense. I spent a year there, made friends and memories, and then left. And my thoughts often drift to questions of whether or not I should have stayed there, or if I even should've attended it in the first place. Perhaps if I had continued my education there, I may never have met my summer lover, and would be free from my love-lorn afflictions and anguish. Maybe i would've found someone else; someone who made me truly happy, and who deeply loved me. But I do not like dreaming about such things, as they are notions of the past, and are unchangeable and unattainable. I long for happier dreams. Dreams of freedom, success, bliss

D1 - On holiday in spain, I am some kind of water ride and i'm repeatedly going on this scary ride. You drop into a pipe that is really dark but then you just drop into space and are falling. I got that lurch in my stomach every time it happened. (I don't like rides like that in rl it was more of a letting go and saying whatever will be will be).

D2 - Living in a small apartment block over looking Ed's breakfast room, which was rather spacious in comparison.
In another part of the building their are bubble like rooms, in black transparent plastic, a bit like a gerbil run ^^ it was all very futuristic.

seems kind of generic idk
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I was in my bathroom, it was night. There were many towels hanging on a line that was across whole room. I was taking a shower, I turned off water flow and took a towel. I got shivers and felt an evil, ominous presence in the bathroom, staring at me. I wiped myself and left shower cabin, then felt a great danger and almost rushed out of bathroom, but a ghost caught my hand. I couldn't feel anything touching me, but at the same time felt a strong grip on my arm. I struggled to get free but it was stronger than me. Finally it set my hand free and I escaped.

non-lucid: I was in this hospital but all the rooms were weird scenario's. One had my dad saying that my mom left him. (which will never happen cuz they just retired & traveling via their RV. They now officially live in it w/ their dog} It was just so bizarre.

I know the meaning. I have way too many things going on & I need to take care of myself first.

My first memory in this dream starts off so innocently. I'm playing a game with some younger kids, kind of like red rover, but instead of everyone just a few kids are selected to go to the middle line, brace on each other, and then start pushing to see who can topple who over. I was volunteered to go up, but of course there was no contest due to my weight and strength. I half heartedly participated, then went back to find my friends.I didn't actually know if I had any friends here, but I soon found them. It was a few guys I don't know, as well as Galen and Raivo. We were in some group together. I pulled out my phone and went on instagram. I saw that this weird feature was turned on that posted the same or similar post every day and asked all of my followers to vote on it to help me decide something. The post itself though made no sense and the whole thing was just too pushy and weird and I knew I turned it on by accident. When disabling the thing, it instead set up something called a "Quest", where it would track my life progress, and on the day that I was no longer in the frat it would post some long emotional thing about how it had come to an end. So, a frat, that's what this was. I put my phone down, and Galen and Raivo are with me. Galen checks his phone. "Dude, sick quest. I'm excited to see it come to an end."

Weird thing to say, hoping the frat ends already.

Suddenly an annoucement come on, seemingly booming all around us. "GENTLEMEN'S FRATERNITY HAS WON THE CONTEST OF CENTURY!!!!!"

And there you have it. Some eternal conflict, probably started on some dumb bet a hundred years ago has finally come to its conclusion. And I'm on the winning team. Men must ahve lived and died hoping to see this and here I am plopped in the middle. We go to check out the ceremony, but I look down at my clothes. I'm wearing my grey poli shirt with the white horizontal stripes from when I was a kid. It is massive on me, past my waist and more like a drape or a dress than a shirt. I realize that this is the qeight of my childhood insecurities about my body, and say out loud, "thank god old habits can die."

I go to the frat house to change. It is basically a normal frat house but the roof is glass which is cool. I find my Steamwhistle duffel bag in there and start trying on clothes. For some reason, my jacket is absolutely covered in ketchup, as if a mcdonalds dispenser exploded on it. I put it down and look around the room, and then put on some skinny jeans and a tight shirt for the big ceremony. I look down, and somehow the ketchup has thickly soaked into my crotch. I fucking put the jacket down right on my bag of stuff. All my pants are ruined. I go to wash the ketchup from me outside, but suddenly all my buddies are rushing past me.


Some guy called us over to go to his house. I entered in through the Foyer, then took a left and went down a long hall. The room opened up to the kitchen on the left, dining room on the right, and patio ahead of me. Just like Tom's house, but a few $million more extravagent. I went on the balcony, and everyone was out back casting fishing rods. I had one in my hands, an old rickety thing, and tried casting it for some time. I couldn't manage to get a single good cast without snagging myself, a buddy, or a bush with the lure. I didn't understand it anyway since they were all just casting into the backyard anyway. When I went back inside, the guy who owned the place (bob saget) was hanging in the kitchen. He started coaching me on fishing, and after a while I got comfy with it. Then, I knew it was time for the ceremony.

I had not reached the place yet, when I heard another loud noise. Suddenly, that booming annoucner voice spoke quieter than the boom, yet in an epic tone, directly to me. He told me how the ceremony was ruined somehow, and that my fraternity had failed to be crowned the winner. Knowing that there would never be a chance to regain that potential glory, all of the members sprang into action. Now, as the narrator told me these things, I could see them play out in front of me, as if in the animus.

The first thing to happen was the crown leader of the fraternity. He locked his head in a small cage against a wall, and allowed a mob of plebians to smash his body to shreds. Following suit, all members of the fraternity did the same. Locking their heads in these square, helmet sized black cages and allowing their bodies to go to absolutley fucked up fates. One woman locked up each foot in one in a splits position, and then the rock that she sat upon was split in two, tearing her body in two clean down the middle. This is honestly the goriest dream I've ever had, it was so fucked up and all of it being voluntary, over some stupid little honor game that the subjects didn't even fully understand was just sickening.

Eventually the fervor died down, and the narrator continue on about the historical impact of this event and how Thomas Jefferson wrote about it and all this weird shit. I think this bit where the event was disconnected in time from myself was what allowed everything to just revert to it's natural state.

I went back to hang at bob saget's place, when his wife walked in.....I can't adequately describe her in this. She was almost short, maybe 5'8". She had flowing, chestnut blonde locks and deep brown eyes. Her skin was just ever so slightly tanned, to the point that race was impossible to distinguish. Her figure was perfect for her height, curvy in all the right places but I mean real curves here, in and out. On top of that, she was wearing very tight clothing and a warm smile. I never bother to describe people in my dreams like this but I honestly never want to forget this girl, in case I meet the real girl again who she must be based from in my subconscious.

She came up to introduce herself to me. Standing at the edge of the kitchen, she entered a gentle embrace with me. "It's so nice to meet you!" She smiled even brighter and put me in a tight hug. When I went to back out, she just continued her light embrace and stared in my eyes. Holy hell. So this is what being captured in a gaze feels like, no wonder it's been working so well for me IRL. She keeps staring at me and starts speaking, I don't know what about but I would never dedicate enogh of my mind to understanding it when I could just drink this in. As she spoke, she guided me around the kitchen. Her husband was gone. She continued talking to me with this warm voice full of passion, looking right into me eyes. Slowly, her face got closer and closer to mine. Soon enough, with every word her lips brushed mine. But I know he is still somewhere here. The intensity grows stronger, I am backed into the corner of the room now, her body pressed firmly against mine, lips riding the edge of infidelity.

I kiss her.

And I immediately realise I've failed the test. She continues her speech for a few more lines, then breaks off and backs away, still staring. In her eyes, I can read it.
"He is still a boy."
Had I resisted the temptation, understood the stakes, there was so much more than just a kiss in it for me. I'll have to keep this lesson in mind in my waking life.

I went away from the house, which felt empty after what just happened. Outside I found an area with high tables and picnic benches. There was a guy and girl at a high table sorting hops out. Some was finely gorund and some was in bud form, and I realized from their chat that they were dividing up the hops for brewing. The guy decided to cheat and put too little out of laziness, so I smacked his batch and ruined the whole thing. I gave him a lecture about doing the job wrong because you won't bother to put in the effort needed, and talked about how doing the job right always will eventually lead to it becoming second nature and a chore no more. This seemed to brighten his eyes up and he was inspired to complete it properly. Another lesson I think I was trying to teach my real self.

Looking over at the picnic tables, I saw an amazing sight. Honestly, this is when I should always reality check but I never remember this shit. From now on I will redouble my efforts in the plane of reality.

At the table were 5 girls, one of which being the wife. She smiled and called me over, and I sat with them. She started asking me if I saw their show. Immediately I had this memory from before the celebration of these girls on stage dancing to grimes, with very bright neon rainbow lights all over their bodies. It was fuzzy and mesmerizing and quite beautiful.

"Yeah, there were just so many of these beautiful girls up there, it was like nothing I've seen before."

She turned to the other table. I hear her say "He thinks you're beautiful!" "Who?" "Benjamin, right here"

I know she is pointing me out, and even though they'rejust a few feet away I do that stupid thing I do when with girls and totally not present. I looked away and gave a fake smile to some other conversation, while just paying attention to my pose and hoping that I looked attractive and 'candid' for the girls. Like what the fuck, peacocking instinct is so deep it happens in dreams.

I sat with the girls for a little while more when Lee showed up. He said steamy broke down and needed a ride to it, so I stole a volvo and we ripped it. Suddenly life is GTA we're ripping through the city and I have the world map, but when I try to navigate on memory it ends up putting me further from my goal. We're burning time, lee is in a rush. I open the map and see I can fast travel right there. Then I see there's a skydive option. Boom, Just Cause style I'm in the air flying down. Rip open the chute and end up like 200 meters away. I run on these little mountain things to get to the auto shop which was aslmost literally next door to the girls, but I look down. In a little grotto area of this rock structure I 'm on, I see a pair of floating cells. The cells are the size of a cow, perfectly round and bouncing off eachother. I jump down in the hole, but a girl rushes in. She stands on a big gold seal between the cells and they instandtly smash into her, absorbing her in their goo. A bright light emerges from them, then an ethereal explosion. Suddenly the girl is surrounded. In front of her are two japanese sword masters. Beside them are two karate masters. Both pairs are slightly cartoonish and they are facing the same direction she is, but when even a fly approaches her they strike with the speed of sound and decimate whatever it is. Beside her are two large numidian men, garbed in gold armor and shields with large clubs of platinum. They act asher flanks, and seem even more imposing than the japanese, for they do not waste their power on the flies. Behind her, stand four anubis guards. Great egyptian men of stone. I can feel how invincible they are, but the fact that there are four shows that they are probably not the greatest fighters. And behind them, stand Ra and Anubis. They seem to be simply on a stroll. In fact, I think the anubis guards are for them, simply for show. Yet somehow, all of these godly figures are bound to this girl.

She had become the ultimate weapon. Lee and I watched her for some time, and after a while, I woke up.

I remember being on some kind of tower, it was day and all around me were wide, open and grassy hills and here and there rivers and creeks. Something about the scenery was off but I can't quite put my finger on it. Maybe the size relations. Also something here reminded me of Skyrim.

I jumped down from the tower into a creek below, and the drop was very high. At some point I turned into Ryuuko and glided through the air, and I was seemingly close to the ocean now. I even tried to see myself from a distance, with some success, and I'd say Ryuuko looked mostly correct too, though I couldn't see details. Odd that this didn't make me lucid.
The rest of the details were very hazy, something about a flying motorcycle I dodged and other very random stuff.

I was sleeping on a king-size bed. Seeing as my parents (they are major dreamsigns) kept pestering me, I don't think I'm supposed to be sleeping. I told them to get off my back because my pillow was actually a magic chest that will open after I sleep enough on it.

Then I recall something about me looking like the protagonist from Undertale.

And then there was a bit about a cartoonish viking running into a decorative shield and getting his face stuck on it (yikes) and having to go to the doctor. I think it happened in my mom's old office.

Night time:
A man drives his car onto the path, parks and gives me some bizarre bicycle contraption. He thanks me and runs off. For the rest of the dream I am hiding this contraption.

I recall some brief fragments about school and house. It was probably during the same day, I was wearing a black hoodie and jeans trousers. First I drove a car, then I was walking around the school. Then I was back in my house, it was a late afternoon. I was talking with my mother.

I began this dream in the process of playing a video game. It was Smash Brothers and the image was mostly white with some people on a stage there. I was fighting and then something happened to when I was now back at the PS menu. I'm looking through files and I find on in the My pictures that was not there before. It had no name on it and was compressed. I opened it and this is what I saw. It was a black and white movie that looked to be from the 80s. It displayed an already dead mouse which had been cut up into different parts and who ever it was, was cutting bits of bone out. I can only see the persons hands but they were cutting and separating the bones out of the mouse and putting them in a pile off to the opposite side of the screen. I wake up but it was for a brief amount of time and this is where the HI took over. I watched it for a bit then turned it off and told my Mega buddies about it. Mega Voyager and Engine-o was there and I began to explain to them what I had found. I don't know where this came from but there is something on my ps3 that is disturbing about a mouse. Once I said that, Engine-o took the PS3 and in the process dropped it, busting open a side panel. Inside was an SD card stuck inside of what looks to be a homemade slot that was not supposed to be there. Mega Voyager took me away from the screen and while he was doing that, Speedor (who is part of Engine-o) began to look through my console. Even though I couldn't see it, the dream still allowed me to see what was going on. There was a hidden file tucked away inside of the images folder and when Speedor opened it, the view turned back to me and the TV was now behind me and I was standing in front of it. Speedor's eyes got wide and BeeBee (Bear RV) began to cry and cowar under Speeder and Buson, Buson was livid. From their expression I began to get scared. Something horrible is on the TV behind me, isn't it. I said to Engine-o. He didn't say anything, he just stood there, staring at the image behind me. I turned to look at it and immediately Engine-o grabbed me before I can look and carried me out room and as we did that he shouted to Mega-V Burn that card. We are now in the living room that was darker but had the kitchen light on and boy was Bee Bee terrified. She was crying and Speedor was trying hard to comfort her and so was Buson. I told them not to be scared, it was just a stupid mouse. I didn't know where it came from or how it got onto my console. I just wanted to tell you guys what I have seen since it was seemingly no big deal. Once they got BeeBee calm Speedor Explained to me what he saw. What I saw was no mouse at all. I was very confused and shrugged as he continued to explain. What I just saw, was a mutilated corpse of a human child. Now I was terrified. There were hundreds more files on there but that one was horrible. All this time I had been sleeping in that room with the game these things were there? What really got to me about this dream was the fact that I was standing in front of what I thought was harmless but something like that was behind me, and to top it off was the PS3 I had was Used, meaning that it could have been owned by a serial killer. Speedor then states. There is no telling what that game console came from but we need to get rid of it and now. I turned to speedor. I had this for three years, there is no use acting upon it now. Speedor shook he head angrily and then Buson spoke. That thing is coming up out of there and we'll get you a new one, who know what other vile things may show up. I'm just glad that all you seen was a mouse. Engine-o felt that I was now scared of my PS3 and he held me. I'm sorry, but I felt you needed to know about it. Since it has been right under our noses all this time. It was just by the grace of God that you didn't find the main bulk of the files. Had we not known about it, I'm quite sure those files would have shown up not just on your game but on your computer as well...We need to get that thing out of here. Beebee agree but can still tell that she was still afraid because I can feel her shaking but I knew she was glad to be in the middle of Speedor and Buson. I heard a loud sound coming from in my room. Engine-o and I both ran back only to see that Mega Voyager standing in front of the SD card. The SD card was on the floor, burned and broken up into three pieces. The PS3 was fine, still hooked and on the menu screen.


Chained dream

It is now daytime and I'm in a huge place. It was lacy, white curtains and robots there. I had done something and was getting chased by one of the robots. They were big in size and white with black colored joints. I heard him make a robotic whir sound as he tried to grab me but I ran up stairs and then asked what the heck I do to get into trouble. He tells me something and I apologize about it. He accepts at and stops chasing me. After that I ended up going downstairs in the basement for some reason and the robot followed me. No one had been down there for years but it still had things like heat and lights there. There was also a table there and in red spray painted or blood letters across the table was something threatening. For some reason that made me think of the last dream I was in with those crazy images. The feeling from the last dream was coming back and no sooner that happened I ended up outside, flying around in someones back yard. Now I'm lucid and just start playing around with how high I can go but being careful not to fly too high into space.

Hey. It's been almost a month since I last logged into DreamViews. My computer's hinge and frane broke, so I couldn't use it. Until today, that is, as I remembered that DV does have mobile access. So, this is my return statement, and a neat little dream from ~2 days ago.
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It starts on an island. This island is nothing special; just a bunch of hills, a few farms, and a beach to the north, cliffs being on all other sides. I am dreaming in first person, for the first time in several months.

I am on the beach, looking out into the ocean. It's a sunny day, but fog lingers in the distance. I remember it having always been like this. As I stare into the fog, the border of the world as I knew it, I saw a figure- an island. I rushed to my village.

"Everybody, look, out there! It's another world!" I shouted.

People followed me to the beach. The figure was gone.

"There's nothing there! You liar" I heard someone yell.

The people walked back to the village. Overcome by aggrivation, I swim out into the ocean. Before getting far, I encounter a boat. It seemed abandoned, so I climbed on. To my surprise, there was a creature on the ship. It was a purple alien squid with a glass brain case.

*Fuzzy bits about shenanigans with the creature*

I land on the island. There, another squid creature has a port, and offers to build a ship for me. And a game menu appears. (A large portion of my dreams seem like they are video games at some point. A good 65% of the ones I'm able to remember, actually.)

I design the ship, but I can't remember what it looked like. However, I screwed up. I pressed the undo button, but it only worked twice. Out of frustration, I say "Screw It! I'll just use a pre-made one!"

The pre-made ship pops out into the ocean. The skies are clear now, and I see dozens of other islands; one with a giant beanstalk that stretche out forever; a bland swamp; A cluster of mountains; A stereotypical skull-shaped cove; the list goes on and on.

Scene shifts to a creepy forest with two friends, one of them driving a four-wheeler. It's still the same dream though; I remember wondering how I got there from the ship building place (an opportunity to take lucidity, that I'm almost certain would have succeeded had I been on DV for the previous month). I attempt (and fail) to scare the friend driving.

I wake up.

So once again another night last night were i dreamt of being in love. It's late on in the day now so its become quite sketchy what i can remember.

I Remember being in love with this girl (I think her name was hannah..??) she had short bobbed blonde hair, around 5,10 in hieght and beautifull. She was wearing a white dress. Id seen her the night before and was frantically trying to find her number on my phone but for some reason i either couldn't find it in my contacts, and her txt messages had vanished from my phone, i was starting to panic as another guy (who happens to be someone i knew years ago called "Mark") was trying to lure her away for sex. I ended up finding her at a gathering somewhere, (not sure on location), everyone was drinking, and i think "Mark" spiked my drink and i began to fade out, whilst watching him trying to seduce her away!
I woke up in the back of my car, it was still dark, and had this intense sense of panic......I rushed to find her and somehow appeared in her house possibly in her bedroom......she was asleep...she looked like an angel, then i noticed down one side of the sheet that she was in bed naked, i instantly new in my heart what had happened and upon waking her up found out that he'd been very nice to her and they'd slept together.

It was then the next day and we were together at the same gathering as the night previous night, this time my brother, ex girlfriend and couple of my mates were there as well, "Hannah" was sitting on my lap and i turned to her and said "I think i love you", she looked at me smiled and said in a friendly,playfull way "nobody THINKS at me", then kissed me, just then a couple of "marks" mates walked in creating an akward atmosphere. I remember a feeling of panic seeing them come in staring at her, and before i could move, in walks "Mark"....
I remember the feeling of complete overwhelming sense of rage and as quickly as i could i lifted "Hannah" from my lap and flew at "Mark", as i threw the first punch i awoke punching and lashing out in my bed, tears running down my face!!

These dreams of love i have most evenings...sometimes they can continue for days but each time i always remember such a strong sense of love like iv never experienced in real life before!! I don't think it's possible to really feel that strongly in real life...which i find very sad and sometimes i'm depressed for days afterwards!

non-lucid: I was w/ a group of people preparing to go into a part of America where we were to secretly vote but must be coached & heavily guarded due to the civil unrest of a kind of fall out from Martial Law which turned into what looked like a 3rd world country. Some sections were completely taken over by way more than a military presence. There were parts that were taken over by local thugs in the city. It was a whole lot of violence. Militia were the ones helping us. These were a mix of races of concerned military persons who were trying to take back our country. It was disheartening to the reality of what could actually happen here. Those of us who were white had to hide our faces & also vice versa for black people w/ us in order for us to stay safe during our journey through different areas that were biased to whichever group of people they were against. There was a big focus on making sure we filled out our ballots correctly in order for them to count to an underground group of citizens trying to take back their country. It reminded me of those persecuted & killed during the Nazi reign where citizens banded together to stay safe & become the resistance. We were the resistance in my dream. We were the people who were trying to stop the oppression. We even went through a very crude lesson in firing guns & protecting ourselves w/ strategy & knowing how to deal w/ those we encounter. Such as when to get down, how to recognize different groups of ppl we would encounter according to our race. This was a very vivid informative dream for me do to the civil unrest & oppression that resulting from most of us voting for Trump to try & break free from the political agenda of the elites. (Essentially those whom did not vote for Hillary.) What the people that voted for Hillary do not understand is that our history has been actually changed in academic books to educate a false history in favor of those who were the real racists (democrats) whom wanted to oppress the black community. Planned Parenthood is a form of eugenics which has been widely ingrained in our society for way too long. Our people in general are not racists put the establishment has promoted to pit races against each other in order to divide us. Hence my dream was structured like this. I think I'm going to do some outward meditation today because I've spent so much time dealing w/ a political war that I've been studying & educating others about for the last 16 yrs. I owe it to my country to continue to search for answers & put it out there via social media. We finally won the vote in Trump. He understands the real political agenda of the elite & is a business man whom we need badly in a country that is so insanely in debt & are in need of a good house cleaning & makeover.

I was back in my high school, but I still have my nice single university room. I slept for most of the day, and woke up in the afternoon.

There was something about me being the Avatar from the Avatar series.

I walked around the place, which was like my current dormitory except that it also had towers flanking the corners of the buildings surrounding the courtyard.

I went to the dining hall of my high school and met with my friend. I briefly considered sharing a room with him but decided against it.

There was also something I remembered about seeing a pornographic video about women stuffing cakes in their... uh. Yeah.