non-lucid

Another patchy dream, really can't recall much of a cohesive story for this one either

I'm sitting on a white bus next to a friend of mine, and we're on a school field trip. The bus has divided sections for each set of seats, like a caterpillar. I look out the window and see we're driving along a tree line that separates us from a beach. When the bus comes to a stop and we get out, I start arguing with the friend I was sitting next to about something. The next thing I remember is standing in front of a very small model house, before being told to go inside. Then, I'm locked in. I'm pretty sure this miniature house is some sort of escape room.
The next thing I remember is opening one of the doors and a cardboard cutout of a zombie jumps out of the wall and scares me, like a haunted house. (Second dream in a row that has something to do with zombies!) Some other things that I can't recall happen, and then I remember being curled up on the floor of the starting room of the escape house, hugging my backpack and crying. I guess I really didn't want to be there.

The next morning I wake up and realise I'm the only one still there, and I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere in this escape room while the rest of my class have driven back to school. I freak out and call my Dad to pick me up. When he gets there, I walk outside and see my classmates are there, even when they weren't a moment before. Something else probably happens after that, and then I wake up.

First mostly nonsensical dream I've had in a while, I've really gotta stop consuming zombie media or else it'll be the only thing I dream about.

I wasn't going to post this because I can barely recall enough to make sense out of it, but I figured it couldn't hurt. Interpret these little memory fragments as you will:

I'm in a red room somewhere that resembles some sort of small resting area? In the middle theres a few couches, where myself and two others are sitting. Around the perimeter of the room are smaller rooms that are separated by these cherry blossom panel dividers, inside the rooms is a king size bed and a bed side table, like a very compact hotel room. I should also mention in this dream I seem to be around 11-12 years old? And so are the two people sitting on the couch next to me.
I'm not sure what happens between this scene and the next, but suddenly the room fills with zombies, (I have been watching a lot of zombie movies lately... not surprising), and the two kids sitting with me, who I recognise as friends, are turned. These aren't like regular media zombies though, after the initial wave they don't attack anyone else unless provoked, they just kind of hang around?
Then a group of army men come into the room and start taking away any survivors. For some reason I figure staying in this zombie building is better than being taken by the army men, so I pretend to be a zombie, but somehow I give myself away and I'm kidnapped as well and taken away to an island.

What I think is a lot of time passes between that scene and the next. I see my 12 year old self sitting on a dock as I watch army men march past me and load on to a boat. (As the men march past I also explicitly remember seeing my reflection in a puddle on the dock and thinking about how ugly I am, ouch!).
I forget what happens between that, as now I'm in some kind of post apocalyptic classroom, being taught something. I have a faint memory of talking with someone who was probably a friend, and a bully. The next thing I remember is being outside in the school yard of that post apocalyptic school, talking with aforementioned friend.

That's all I remember. I wish I could recall more, would've probably made for a much cooler story.

I'm only gonna record nights with lucidity-related dreams here, and this is my first one since creating this account

Dream #1 (Regular):
*Warning: Poop and vomit involved, very gross.
The first thing I remember is flushing the toilet after taking a dump. Of course, it flooded. I moved my bookmark and my brother's clothes out of the way just in time, while the toilet kept asking me questions like "What're you gonna do about this? You saved the bookmark, but what about the poop? You have to clean that up too." I thought it was strange but weirdly comforting that it was speaking to me.

For some stupid reason after I was done cleaning up the mess I flushed the toilet again. It overflowed again and this time there was even more poop on the ground. I cleaned it up but was extremely disgusted, thinking that I'd have to tell my brothers NOT to flush the toilet ever again unless they were absolutely sure it wouldn't overflow.

By the time I was done I was so disgusted I actually threw up a little, which I was surprised by because I've never thrown up from emotional disgust. I thought, "I need to clean up my Invisalign." I looked in the mirror and my reflection was oddly realistic; my expression could only be described as "out of it." I think I was waking up because I started thinking about dreams and how this was the "perfect practice for becoming lucid"?

I definitely had another dream before this one and kept getting flashes to it while writing it down, but couldn't hold on to them. It was 4:40 a.m. when I finished, so I went back to sleep. Tried to do WILD but I must have gotten distracted and fallen asleep.


Dream #2 (Semi-Lucid):
I then had what was probably a dream about a lucid dream. I was in my house, not sure exactly where, and for some reason "knew" I was dreaming. I went through the steps I'd memorized: first, check for false memories. I said aloud, "I'm [real name], born 2006, 11th grade" and remembered what my room looked like, but as I was doing this my vision went dark so I tried to stabilize the dream by touching stuff... except I don't even know what I was touching.

Then I went outside, though I don't remember walking through the house or opening the door, or what sidewalk I was walking on. I do remember there was a sakura tree nearby. I was reciting my goals: "[something something], dream guide, yes, I wanted to find a dream guide tonight, oh but first I'mma do a reality check."

I plugged my nose and tried to breathe, expecting it to be like breathing through a stuffy nose like my last lucid dream, but instead after a few seconds of nothing happening it felt like an explosion of air went off in the bridge of my nose and forehead.

"Ugh," I said, "I hate doing that." For some reason there was a narrator in my head agreeing with me and I asked him, "You think that could possibly wake me up?"

"A few reflections never woke anyone up," he assured me. [He said this because the explosion had somehow reminded me of mirrors.]

I was going to do another reality check but felt my armpit itching in real life, and after a brief internal struggle moved to scratch it, which woke me up. I think there was another dream before this one as well but I remember it even less. The reason I say it was a dream about a lucid dream rather than a real one is because my awareness was so low; I didn't notice anything strange and it felt like I was simply reciting steps, even after the reality check... but I guess props to me for remembering the steps at all. I won't add it to my LD count though

Spent the entire night wanting to party but instead ending up walking all around Berlin to see which clubs were open to not deciding to go clubbing anymore at all around 6 am.

The dream
We had rehearsals for a play at theatre school, quite similar to our first play, it was about a talent show, directed by the same teacher who was the director of the first play. I played one of the assistants. The set consisted of a stage as well as a river around the state, but upon having to play a scene where we save the lead from drowning and me doing a cannonball into the river, we discover that the river is actually not that deep at all, ow.
In the river, we do a scene where we dance while the lead sings to Boom Boom Boom Boom by Vengaboys.

I then have a solo scene where I sing Hello by Adele while the original song with vocals plays in the background. Partially as a joke as I cannot sing at all. The director said she liked it that way.

Around this scene I wake up.

This dream was in Dutch.

Messing with Brother A
I'm with my family on vacation at a hotel. We have a german-shepherd dog. Somebody is in the shower, and my sister M and I are playing a prank on them. We are on the floor, where there is a slit that goes into the shower. There is button that will startle the person showering. It's probably my brother A in there. We press it, and get a satisfying *YELP* from the inside of the shower. There's also a button that will slide a fake turd in the shower from the side. We haven't pressed this one yet. Dream feels positive, makes me miss my sister. Later I'm heading to the bathroom, but the german shepherd is in the shower. I tell the dog to get out and he listens. We're getting ready to go somewhere as a family but it is just my brother, sister, and my dad.

4/8/23

I am in a run-down town walking through an industrial district that seems mostly abandoned
I am with a few friends and we are aimlessly walking around
Suddenly there is a massive flash and violent rumble with tornado-like winds and roaring
The colour around us instantly changes to a dark orange sepia and visibility drops to a few feet
Everyone is yelling
We are next to an abandoned cafeteria and I quickly yell to my friends we need to get in there and get down
Debris is flying everywhere, the roar is growing louder
We barely make it in as the shaking is borderline earthquake levels
I grab my buddy and throw him down between two counters and shout to get down because I know the worst is coming
We huddle face down on the floor in the back room kitchen while debris crashes around us and the sound of a freight train traveling overhead
I gather this is an attack and not a natural phenomena
When the sound dies down we begin to stand up, most of the building we are in and surrounding buildings are in ruins
Some of my friends are badly injured
No sooner are we on our feet and we are suddenly bum-rushed by a massive fluidlike creature that seems like a cross between a squid a dementor and an alien
It has a roundish "face" with hardly any discernible features besides bumps black spots and tube-like attachments
It moves with great speed and violence
Pushing us back and thrusting its massively long tentacles which seem like sharp spears with green tips
It makes quick work of my party and I am stabbed through the center mass while falling through the air
I fight with a rage as I am tumbling with the creature which is easily 7 times my size
All but accepting my fate
The creature lands on sharp debris from the building and is mortally wounded
It sort of 'breaks open' and a two-inch long glowing neon green vitamin-looking object falls out of its head
It is the shape of a cartoonish skull with two eye holes and a long face
It lands next to me and for some reason I eat it
I am instantly endowed with a foreign power of speed and strength
My wounds are nonexistent
There are other creatures here now
I am now as strong and as fast as them
The creatures tear easily under my bare hands
Things are moving very fast and I can tell the tides are turning
Once the ruined cafeteria we are in is cleared nothing but bodies litter the floor
There are other survivors running around
We gather together and I share what I learned
Other warriors around me eat the neon green object that fell out of the other fallen creatures
We are fighting back and winning now
I see people a few hundred feet away from us running from something
I yell out to them to join up
There are fires and ruined infrastructure all around us, the sky is still orange
One of our warriors is in one of the alien walker-type technology
It makes him twice as tall with tentacles that walk along almost like a mech suit
The things we ate seem to give us that ability
My friends are gone, but I travel with the other survivors looking for our next victim
We are changed now

While sitting on the stairs of a large, white double story house (which I guess would have been mine), I receive a call from someone who I don't know, but apparently trust. He tells me that there is a very powerful group who I owe about $42 billion to, and if I don't have that money in 2 days time I'm a dead man.
I obviously freak out about this, and the next day the unknown number calls me again and tells me he has connections with a pawn shop, and a list of very valuable items I'd be able to make a lot of money off of if I brought them to his shop. The first one is one of those blue and white chinese vases, which he tells me is worth $6 billion! He says it's in the hands of a family owned chinese restaurant just down the road from where I live. I drive out there, walk in to the restaurant and see a gray, shabby pot on the counter, which the phone man assures me is the vase. I ask the man at the counter if I can buy that pot, and he gives it to me for $16. As I'm walking back to my car, I open the lid to the pot and see the ancient vase inside.
The next day, I drive down to the phone man's pawn shop and try to sell it to the person at the counter, who tells me he'll take it for a couple grand. Now I'm panicking, because the money is due today and I'm being told the vase that was apparently worth $6 billion is actually only a couple grand.
I try to call the phone man to ask him what to do, but I wake up.

I've been very stressed about deadlines lately, so maybe this is my subconscious way to tell myself to do those 2 missing assignments...

This is actually a dream I had a while ago, but I wanted to share it.
I'm walking through a grocery store with my Dad, and he's talking to me, but I can't remember what he was saying. Every few minutes or so, I look up at my Dad as he keeps talking and I notice him getting older and older, yet I haven't aged at all. The two of us go through the whole store. Eventually, I can't hear my Dad's voice anymore. By the time I've reached the check out, I'm by myself. The cashier asks if I want a bag, and all I can do is look back into the store, before walking off into the closed shopping centre.

That dream has stuck with me for a while now, one of the most cohesive and meaningful dreams I've had.

The Benevolent Alien Sages
There has been a 9/11 level attack on planet Earth. On the human race. A group of benevolent aliens has revealed themselves. There is a great pillar climbing to the sky, or maybe it descended from space. Winding around the pillar is a spiral staircase. Around this structure, there are smaller pillars of the varying height along the staircase. Atop each stands an alien. I get the sense that the higher one ascends the staircase, the higher level intelligence the alien is. The aliens are sagely, wise, kind. They tell us that they have revealed themselves because humanity faces a great threat, and they want to help.


The alien sage. Made with Nightcafe AI.

Fragment
I'm in a spaceship or futuristic bedroom. In shape, it is similar to the AirBnB my girlfriend SB and I stayed in while we were on a ski trip some time ago. I'm in a bed. The headboard of the bed has different switches to simulate a starry night and other ambient environmental effects. It's possible that this is part of the alien dream, based on the theme, but uncertain.

I snuck into the office of my old job and checked their computers, to my surprise, they never updated their files and there was literally an entire folder with my name on it containing my projects from when I worked there that they were still using. I manage to sneak out unseen and notice a mysterious boy with sunglasses following me around, I briefly leave my room and come back to see that the mysterious boy now is trying to deconstruct the monitors from my home office.

I ask who he is but he doesn't respond, I angrily grab him by his neck and legs and swing him around but he doesn't budge. He must've been a corporate spy from my old job or something.

I woke up drowsy.

Can't recall what language this dream was in.

All locations were just bright white rooms, like some sort of labyrinth.

Pre-WBTB

Fragment
I'm in a labyrinth maze. Viewpoint is from above.

Fragment
The Youtuber ProJared and somebody else is giving an apology speech on Distractible. It's a video, and Distractible is apparently a streaming platform like Spotify. I'm looking up what their policy is. My girlfriend SB says that they don't have a policy.

Post-WBTB

Actually woke up moments before my alarm went off. That's pretty neat. I took my supplements, used the restroom, and wrote down this entry. I slept just about 5 hours and 45 minutes, so in theory I should be entering REM cycle 4 at its' end. Maybe unstable dreams then? Hope not. Maybe I can get into REM cycle 5 from the get go after that.

I tossed and turned for quite a while. I was worried that I had wasted my time and the timing reset on the supplements (once a week for Galantamine if not using Piracetam). My phone goes off (who the hell is texting me at 7AM, savages) so I put it in airplane mode. That'll show 'em.

Supplement Interaction Gone Wrong
I'm tossing and turning in bed and I notice that I'm feeling nauseous. I fall over the side of my bed and struggle to get my vision into focus. Something must have gone wrong with the supplements and the alcohol. I feel drunk. SB is outside our room calling out to me.

"I have four parents here!" she said.

She probably wants some help hosting, I think.

"Wait four? Are any of our friends there?" I ask.

She replies in the negative. Great. So there are four people there that I probably don't know terribly well that I now need to entertain. And I feel drunk. I decide that the best thing I can do is try to sleep it off and then go help, so I get on the bed and rollback over.

Post-WBTB

Thank god. I'm awake and I feel better. There hasn't been an alcohol-supplement interaction. Nobody is visiting us at 7AM. I can resume my WILD attempts. I'm very relieved about this so I relax easier. SB has gotten up to start the day so I have the whole bed to myself. REM cycle 5 here we go. Vibrations eventually show up.

I start to see images slowly forming. I remember my past success visualizing my hands to 'grab' the dream, so I try to recreate that. I see a pinhole image at the end of the void. It looks like a beach. I start thinking about things I could grab onto. I see some streetlights. Perfect. I imagine the feeling of gripping the cold metal, and visualize my hands closing around them. I can already see my arms outstretched, and my right hand closing around the lamp.

California Chaos
I'm standing on a beach reminiscent of the California Boardwalk, holding onto a metal streetlight in my right hand. It's a beautiful sunny day. I've done it again! Successful WILD #2!


Beachside Bars. Made with Holara AI.

The first thing I do is approach a portly-looking man at a beachside bar and side down next to him. He vaguely looks like RR from work, or Carlos Mencia. I turn to him.

"Hey man. What if I were to tell you that this was a dream?" I say.

"WOAH. No way!" He casually dismisses the suggestion.

"Oh yeah? Then what about THIS!?"

I attempt to put my right index finger through my left palm to demonstrate a reality check, but I can't do it.

To be fair, I've never actually done that before. But looking back this is pretty funny. In the moment, it was also pretty funny.

"Okay forget that... then what about THIS?!"

I hold up my hand and count the fingers on it...1-2-3-4-5...6-7-8!

"WOAH. That's insane!" He exclaims.

"I'm gonna go cause trouble if you wanna come with me?" I ask him.

"Nah I'm good." He replies.

I get up. It would've been cool to create chaos with a partner in crime. I forgot all about trying to summon Aeon (name I've given to the dream-guide from the Desert planet). I'm wanting to get her advice on the dream world and see if I can ask her to make me lucid whenever she sees me in a non-lucid dream. I wander down the Boardwalk and come up to some cute girls sitting at a high-top table. I figure, it's a dream I can do whatever I want.

Spoiler for Spicy Content:

I ask one of them to stand up and bend over. She's wearing jorts. I spank her ass. Nice.

Anyway, moving on. I continue walking along the Boardwalk and come up on a brick wall. I recognize that the texture would be good to help stabilize, so I start rubbing the wall like a weirdo for a bit. Can't recall if it did anything other than make me look like a weirdo.

As I walked down the Boardwalk, I noticed that the dream started to fade to black. Instinctually, I started to focus on my arms, and gripping the dream. It is hard to describe, but I actively was resisting letting the dream fade. Miraculously, it worked. The dream was back, and I was still walking on that sunny day in the boardwalk.

I come upon some stairs going down into a sewer-like structure down below. I think to myself:

"Y'know, that seems like a great way to cause a nightmare...screw it! I'm going for it."


The Tunnel and the Stairs. Made with Holara AI.

I start to descend the stairs. As I go down, I think to try and summon KF from high-school. Sure enough, when I get to the bottom of the stairs, I see her but her face is obscured. The bottom of the stairs reminds me of the bottom of the wells from the Forest Temple in The Legend of Zelda Ocarina of Time. KF walks by me quickly and she seems upset about something so I don't bother her. I try to project comfort and warmness her way and say:

"Hey K, I'm going exploring, do you want to come with?" I ask.

I don't get a reply, but she does stop and turn, and then turned back and walked away. I decide to move on.

I find some more stairs going up at the end of the sewer tunnel. There is a great big door. I think:

"Ah! I can use this to get to that elven forest I've been trying to get to!"

Which actually is one of my goals and has been for some time now. Really great memories of waking life in this dream. I focus on what I want the elven forest to look like (tall grey trees as far as the eye can see, fog) and open the door.

Sunny neighborhood cul-de-sac. Nope. Not what I want. I close the door and try again.

Again with the neighborhood. Come on man...I try one more time.

Still the neighborhood. Well, damn it. I guess we're going to the neighborhood. I step out of the sewer door and into the neighborhood. There actually is a grassy knoll with the great big door leading into a sewer behind me, so I give my brain consistency points for that one. Maybe that's why it wouldn't give me the elven forest, because it couldn't find a way to drop a sewer into it.

I'm walking up to the circular end street of the homes and enjoying the sun. I have another blackout-recovery episode and save the dream. Maybe I am getting close to waking. I look around and find no DCs or areas of interest. I decide to fly. I put my arms out in front of me Superman-style and takeoff. The feeling of flight doesn't feel as robust as it normally does. More like a light pickup on the wind. The dream starts to fade shortly after I am in the air, and I don't save it this time.

Pixar VR Concert
I'm standing in a central plaza. It makes me think of the Nintendo Wii U game Nintendo Land. It's all in virtual reality which is pretty darn cool. There are a bunch of concerts going on, maybe six that you can walk to. Each has an assortment of characters from famous franchises from Pixar or Disney or whatever. I can't remember specifics except for Mr. Hippo from Five Nights at Freddy's. Obviously he must be the main attraction here because his monologues are bomb as fuck. Some time later there is a tank of water and I'm helping clean it up. One of the characters is awkwardly making a pass at me but I don't recall details.

Notes
All things accounted for, I'm pretty happy with this night of dreaming. I interacted with multiple dream characters, successfully saved the dream from fading several times, summoned a DC, had some great recall for goals, and performed a teleport (although it didn't take me where I wanted, that's still progress). That also makes 5 uses of the Yuschak Primary Trigger, after which the author suggests that the reader has enough experience to try out other supplements. I'm not sure I will, but it is something to consider.

Conditions
2 drinks of alcohol
No workout, unhealthy dinner
5hr45m/10m WBTB
5th Yuschak Primary Trigger Attempt (8Mg Galantamine, 250Mg Choline Bitartrate)

My school has their introduction camp and we all go to this old cinema buliding where we all get a room to prepare our bags. I'm late and hear the glockenspiel already that's announcing the bus taking off. As I go downstairs to my room to pack my bag I see two girls from high school also still downstairs and I'm relieved I'm not the only late person.

I go upstairs and the bus is about to take off, we go to this fictional place in Noord Holland which has the same name as a chat term we use at work so I can't write it here. Apparently I was the guide at the introduction camp of the new theatre school students but I end up leaving earlier.

I then work at a Nike store owned by an elderly couple, I want to take over their store which is only possible if they get a divorce. I go to the bathroom, which is apparently at the entrance of the store, but actually in the open instead of a private room. As I prepare for the shower, a popular lightskin dude comes and films me and turns showering into a music video while his fanbase was watching through the windows.

They finally finish and leave, I turn down the blinds and curtains so the I can shower for real, a desperate customer tries to enter as I hold the door closed. I notice a bunch of customers still needing to leave, the elderly couple walks along them, telling me they got the divorce and I now own the store..

Sitting in the train on my way to a new job, I think about the fact that the elderly couple divorced because of me and I pretty much just ruined their lives. I check Google Maps but the layers are 3D and the route's height updates as well. I then wake up and hear my alarm clock.

Dream was in Dutch up until the Nike store when it became English.

Archie from Riverdale tries to get with Veronica, in order to win her heart, she wants a photo of my Eastern European roommate and her girlfriend in front of a painting drawn on a hanging bed sheet hanging in our apartment (both of which aren't my real roommates but only exist in the dream)

Archie asks me if I can get a picture, I come home and the painting is torn apart, but nevermind that, my roommate yells her that uee girlfriend has gone missing m, she wqs last spotted in Amsterdam.

My roommate and I to a fashion school in Amsterdam fo check fody here. She's not here and my roommate keeps searching.
A mysterious wonan holds my arm and starts guessing my sizes. After getting all sized correct, she asks if I wanted to last minute replace on of her models that didn't turn up. I accept and tell my roommate I have to quit the search aa I got scouted, she wasn't happy with the news.

I go to the set, and am in a dressings room with different models. I get given w pretty normal set of clothes to wear; White shirt and black jeans, but then have to wear a Duck mask and weird flipper type of shoes with a aligned balls betheath it which makes it very hard to walk on those shoes in balance. After seeing the other "duck" models walk towards the set, I join them just to discover we're in some sort of theatre play/dinner show, and only on the first act of what's going to be hours worth of seasons (we were just at winter) After improvising to the model scouts singing scenes, I return backstage where a girl from theatre school asks how long it is until the summer act so she can finally have her singing scene.

Meanwhile, my fictional Eastern European roommate found her girlfriend as she had her GPS tracker in her phone all this time gets closer to hear girlfriend and I can track her location through my job (not actually in real life) and tell her I know where she is but can't tell her due to data protection laws (This is like my job in real life).

I then wake up.

I watched the newest Riverdale season yesterday, didn't expect it to be THAT memorable lol

This dream was in English, I think the part with my theatre school classmate was in Dutch, though.

Yesterday like 2 days ago I played asrm during WBTB but nothing happened. I just didn’t drift off. But today I had exactly the same circumstances like 2 days ago:
- I went sleep at 0200 local time
- I woke up circa at 0730
-Before nap I drunk 1 cup of coffee
- At 0945 I went back to bed with prepared asrm
As in previous attempts I had problem with falling asleep so the fact is this ASRM is working as anchor. Good enough because even if I must wait 40-50 minutes to drift off still I’m relaxed so I don’t feel anger, mad or other negative waiting-related emotions.
Btw I never had so low "cooldown" between lucid dreams. Usually I must wait 2-3 weeks for next LD, so 2 days it is very quickly!

Dream 1 (lucid)
I had sleep paralyze when I realize fact I’m sleeping. I tried move my left hand but it was blocked. Alse I felt very unpleasant feeling on right side of my chest. I felt my body is bending I direction of that feeling but I tried to let my hair down (this is my first time when I’m using this idiom so I don’t know if this is understandable – I’m tried to be relaxed). And I woke up.
I went to toilet. When I looked into mirror I saw my face have some kind of offset. I don’t know how to describe this – it was a little bit moved. Then I saw my head in mirror is rotating slowly. “Oh c’mon. What the fuck. Of course this is dream” I though. I went outside of toilet and my grandfather went inside. I recognize that everything are light (I’m – in almost every dream, especially in LD, I have night. Sometimes I’m almost blind so dark my dreams are) “This is not night time, weird. Maybe this isn’t a dream?” I used nose plug RC and I check my hand shape – It’s dream. And in this moment I woke up.

Dream 2 (non lucid)
I spend more minutes in bed so I drift off again. But this time I had short non lucid dream. I was onboard as 3rd officer. I was repairing valve from firefighting system.

The Transforming Mech-Wheelchair Man
My brother is staying with me. He was sleeping in a guest room the night before and has cleaned it up respectfully. Then I'm in the same house, but working retail at a nerdy shop. Possibly downstairs or just a different room. A customer comes in and asks about seeing physical toys. He is a hobbyist. I show him some Star Wars helmets but that isn't what he is looking for. I take him somewhere else behind the front desk and there is a build-your-own robot setup. There is a tiny black mech-like robot that I am controlling with a remote. The mech changes into a small man in a small wheelchair but I don't notice the change. I'm still controlling it. The hobbyist is impressed.

Fragment
I'm in a high-school environment, in a classroom with about 20-30 desks facing a chalkboard. I'm taking part in a competition soon.