non-lucid

All I remember in this dream is a tiny fragment that had Justin, Alex and Max Russo from Wizards of Waverly Place. I might have been one of them in the dream.

Edit: I just remembered another part of the dream. I was at the mall I usually go to, and we went to Starbucks. Also, some time after or before that part I was at home and my mom wouldn't let me go to a sleepover because she was too stressed. I got sad and mad and told her she wouldn't let me go to the last one either, and just because there's so much going on it doesn't mean that I shouldn't have fun with my friends. (I'm home schooled so I don't see my friends every day.)

I was in my school. First I was at maths lesson, and then I went to forestry lesson. Teacher told me that there is important job to do, and I was chosen to do it. He told me to go to the warehouses behind the school building. Other workers would tell me what to do then. When I was going there, I saw that other students also had to go to the warehouses.

*I recall only brief moments of two more dreams.*

LUCID DREAM # 9 - SECOND WILD SUCCESS

December 25, 2014: Megavitamin, 5-HTP, 8mg Galantamine + 500mg Choline: WILD #2: I am at a desk in an office or a classroom type setting. There is a dream character, an overweight, middle-aged caucasian man in a dark sweater sitting in a chair at the left corner of my desk facing to my right as I face him from my chair behind the desk. He seems not particularly intelligent and is essentially non-responsive when I try and engage him in conversation. He ignores me even when I throw a pencil at him and hit him in the chest. I direct my attention further into the room. There is a woman who looks like a teacher. She is standing to the left of a large, square “blackboard” which is really an LCD television. She holds a wood pointer in her right hand, but the screen, although illuminated, is blank. I wake. One of my shortest and least eventful LD's ever.

December 25, 2014: Non-Lucid: I am in the operating room with L. C. I am on the assistant’s side of the table. The disinterested surgeon is sitting in a chair in the room as we obtain hemostasis in anticipation of closing the mammoth chest (the size of an oil tank!) of the patient. There are lap pads stuffed everywhere inside the patient, maybe 20 - 30 or more. There are numerous arterial and venous bleeders on the chest wall, and the surgeon does not want us to use Weck clips on them. Despite this, upon discussion with L., I start applying Weck clips to some medium and large venous bleeders and one weak arterial bleeder by picking them up with a forceps. One of the exposed veins I pick up is very long, about 3 cm, white and sclerotic in appearance. I advise the circulating nurse that there are a shit-ton of laps in the patient, so she had better start counting early. I wake.

3rd night in a row remembering my dreams! I'm on a roll!
wrote in waking journal & drank apple juice last night

-I was in math class. Danielle missed the first days of class so she wanted me to teach her. I was trying to learn up to chapter 3 in the math book.
-I saw two famous youtubers outside the library. Also saw an old man, not dressed for winter, rollerblading on the path even though there was snow on the ground.

It was Christmas Eve(it is Christmas Eve!). My mom wanted me to go to the store to get frosting for some reason. So I went to Pick N Save and picked up some vanilla frosting. When I got to the checkout, the checkout lady acted like I was applying for a job there and told me I would have to take a quiz and have good social skills. She was wearing a Winter Park t-shirt and I was wondering why since we were in my hometown, not up north. A man dressed in all black came up to me and said he wanted to come over. I'd never met him before and I just wanted to get away from him. I told him we were having family over for dinner at 6(also true in RL). It was currently 5:30. My mom showed up and it seemed like she didn't mind him coming over, although he ended up not following us home. Now it was my mom, Aunt MJ, grandma, and some other people and they were all walking home from the store. We were going the wrong way. "Where are we going?" I asked. A few of them just raised their hand in the air instead of answering me. I thought that was rude. I asked again, annoyed. My mom told me we were going a different way that was less slippery for grandma. OKay then.

Then I appeared on a small wooden boat. Someone there was telling me to play violin, even though I've never played before. I began setting it up and my friends appeared(Allie P. and someone else). We all started rocking the boat and it wouuld flip over and then flip back. One time it flipped over and we were all trapped underwater, but we were all still laughing and having fun. But this time the boat didn't flip back over and instead started sinking. We made it to the surface. I tried to swim back down to get my purse but it sank down too deep.

I woke up with the some "Weaknesses" By Blue October playing in my head.

I was in a place jeep station of sort. I rode the jeep to go somewhere. There were other options/directions. I arrived in a different area with stores/shops. Someone suggested to me not to rent a store on the second floor because the location isn't good. I was on the ground floor with other people. Atheists? We were waiting for the store on the second floor to open. Or rather, the wood staircase was taken down because they were still closed.

NOTES:

- Only had around 5 hours of sleep
- I've been waking up around 15 minutes before the alarm the last few days.

[If anyone has seen "The Babadook" then you will know that "The Babadook" is the physical representation of one woman's grief after her husband died whilst taking her to hospital to deliver her child. My mother recently died, which is why the Babadook is involved in this dream]

The Babadook is about... we realise the only way to defeat it is to show it no fear - to scream threats at it, to attack it with all the ferocity we can muster and not hold back. No sooner have we defeated it than my Dad succumbs to it. He is pinned halfway up a wall, the Babadook is whipping his left arm incredibly hard, until I find I am the one controlling the whip, and putting all my strength into it. A way to counter the Babadook is to do a tennis back-hand serve in the same direction as the whip, which I do.
Dad wakes up in the morning with a scar on his wrist which circles all the way around and joined itself. Dad's friends are laughing because Dad doesn't remember anything of the happenings last night because, as he says: "Haha, I must've been pissed!" and everybody laughs because that's what Dad says when he's been drinking the night before.

My brother's killed and drained a number of people in some public building in the desert, a rest stop or similar, but he has no memory of doing so. In fact when he saw the bodies he assumed they were my work - which would normally be a reasonable assumption, but since it's not true in this case, and since it seems there's something wrong with him, we've been having a very frustrating conversation. We left in a hurry and now he's assuring me that there's no need for me to make excuses, he's always understood that occasional lapses in self-control are an unavoidable part of my nature, none of them blame me for it. Thanks for that note, but that's really not the issue here.

Meanwhile, back in that building in the desert, my brother's leftovers have woken up and managed to find their way outside. They're huddled together, not really aware of their surroundings, barely able to move - more like zombies really. Torn clothes, bloodstains, visibly dead. There was a woman just outside the building when they found their way out the door, and the one in front managed to grab her and drink her despite her struggles, and once he's had his fill he passes her back over his head, one-handed, to the next.

He walks into the desert, away from the little horde, looking slightly more aware now, and he walks straight up to the mangled body of another vampire lying in the dirt, trying to pull himself together and looking rather pitiful. This one actually is my work. Leftover asks mangled body what he (leftover) is. Mangled body informs him he's a vampire.

The leftover says, "I'm a what? Oh, fuck." Utter disgust at the ridiculousness of this. Disembodied, I'm thinking how much I love the modern reaction.

*Important Background Information*

I have lots of goats. Does are girl goats and bucks are boy goats. Only two of the does are supposed to be pregnant right now. The bucks are separated from the does. Three goats especially are not supposed to get pregnant: Luna, because her health is too frail; Lily, because she's too small; and Bella, because she's too young (and too small.) It wouldn't be a disaster if the other does got pregnant, but it would if these three did.

*Actual Dream*

We let the bucks into the does' yard to breed Foo-Fee, one of the does who's supposed to get pregnant. I guess we really weren't thinking, because Luna was in heat (capable of being bred at that time) and we hadn't locked her up! Or Annabeth, either -- Annabeth can be bred without problems but we don't want to breed her this year. I guess we really weren't thinking, and then we realized we weren't thinking and tried to catch Luna but it was too late, so we just hoped all of our does didn't get pregnant. It was really weird because, why would we let the bucks in with the does if we didn't want them all pregnant?

I'm at home watching the news, people are in front of a building demanding explanations to the ones in the top floor, some kind of civil office. In my room I find a woman, she shows me a really tiny baby. Then I'm in the street going somewhere. The sky is all grey and the city looks like a heavy storm happened not too long ago. I arrive at some kind of office and I ask about an English class. I'm told to wait outside and I get a strange feeling, like it's late afternoon but it appears to be early morning.
Some other stuff happens next but I don't remember clearly and it deviates from previous things.

Morning of December 24, 2014. Wednesday.



My family and I are living in an unknown location which at one point is similar to the house on Stadcor Street but mirror-imaged, yet later seems to be more like the Loomis Street house in the next segment. There is a part where we had apparently been growing beans near the back porch. There is a concern that not all of them had been used in meals. There are seemingly only a few big pods left, but they seem a bit damaged and “too old” and weathered for usage in a proper meal. However, there is also a clearer thought of soon having a lot more bean plants (of different types) growing in the yard (as they are easy to grow).



At one point, my brother Jim appears. I am aware that he had died (in real life, though I am not fully lucid) yet I still approach him cheerfully. At first though, there is an idea that it may be someone else walking away from our house (though I do not recall any prior scene involving him). He appears to be only in his thirties and seems happy when he turns around to see me. He has several old books on computers as well as at least one book about postage stamps (which is mostly about identifying old and rare stamps, it seems). I talk to him about how much computer technology has changed. However, I say a couple things that are not actually true. I say how hard drives are no longer formatted by the end user, but of course in reality they sometimes still are. I also say how directories (folders) are no longer used, which is also not really true. Intending to look through one of the computer books, I instead find myself looking through the book about stamps and mostly notice images of very old stamps (about three or four larger images per page) that each are of mostly one color and are Iranian in appearance - seemingly from the late 1880s and such, but there are a lot of fictional horizontally rectangular ones, including many with mostly just calligraphy art in simple patterns. The overall detail in this part of my dream is very well-rendered. I still find it interesting how the mind can create such precise imagery without distortion.



At one point near the last section of my dream, it seems there is a medical problem present within my family. I also eventually have similar symptoms of speckles of blood in a few locations on my arms and stomach. It turns out to have been caused by a larger swarm of drain flies (a bit bigger than in reality, but not by much), which come in through an open window through the back of the house (the laundry window, in fact). One gets me on the left arm near my elbow. I am annoyed at this point, but actually feel better about the “explanation” of the earlier in-dream symptoms - which are not really related to an internal problem (or the body’s organs or systems) as was originally worriedly thought. In reality, I have rarely seen this type of fly, and they do not actually bite as far as I know (thus apparently do not cause illness at least according to some sources). Also in reality my in-dream concern likely only relates to heat rash, as this is the hottest part of the year in Australia, though it could also be a typical play on “time flies” and time “down the drain” (relative to how quickly the holidays come and go - though I do not really have present negative associations with holidays).

I was inside a room in our house with my mom. For some reason I had three white pills inside my mouth. I spit it out and asked my mom if it was dangerous to take more than one of the pills I had inside my mouth. She said i was worrying too much about it and that I was fine. When I got out of the room I saw my younger brother in another room. He was supposedly using the bathroom with the door open but said I invaded his privacy.

I turned away and told him I wasn't even looking at him. Than ran upstairs because my older brother started chasing me saying I did something wrong. When I got upstairs into my parents room there were plants all around. I hid somewhere in the room from my brother's sight and he got uninterested and left. I felt good about this and decided to go into the living room.

After that I recall eating dinner with my family. We were eating a poisonous scorpion. By mistake I ate some of the poison and spit the meat out. My mom seemed annoyed with the fact that I made that mistake.

The next thing I recall is going to the kitchen and looking at the living room. My mom came next to me and a guy I thought was Kiro stepped out of a portal in the living room. He said since I couldn't learn the lesson someone like a diety or a goddess would have to teach me and than my mom said it was a good idea. The dream than shifted and it was now the morning. To my right side there was a huge cemetary with white tombstones. I wasn't inside it though and it had a small gate in front of it.

To my left, in front of me and behind me was a huge crowd of people all dressed up in traditional dresses and regular clothing. I felt like it was a huge gathering party or amusement park with rides somewhere. People were laughing and talking happily as they walked to the destination spot.I was running through the crowd but not so fast looking at the cemetery. I felt like the guy I thought was Kiro was invisible but still around so it felt like we were racing each other for fun.

But there came a point when I felt like he was gone. So I went further into the crowd and saw a orange haired girl in a traditional dress. She was telling her friends how beautiful the dress was. The cemetery wasn't to the right now so I went to that part of the crowd.People were getting ready to play a game. There were small cartoon looking pigs around too and one of them kept bumping into me.Also, the place became a big room.

I pushed the pig to the side and found a small baby pig the size of a hamster. I wanted to play the game others were playing but felt bad because the baby pig looked sick. A girl told me to put its mouth to a part of the mom pig. But to my surprise when I tried to help it get milk pee came out. Lots of it started flooding the baby's mouth and when I tried to hold it the other way it peed all over my chest.

I was disgusted and didn't want to be covered in pee when I talk to Kiro or others in the dream. I went into a room that had a bathroom inside it. It felt like I was at a expensive hotel now. I took off my clothes and was going to step into the showers but stopped when I heard a person come into the room. It was a Asian lady and her husband.

I was afraid that if I stepped into the shower she would sense me. A scene flashed in front of me of the Asian lady seeing a outline in the shower. Than she screamed and told her husband. When it stopped I just decided to go inside. But I was stopped when a tall oval gold mirror came in front of me. I was freaked out cause I had pink marks on my chest. I just wanted to take a shower so i could be clean. In the mirror I could see four tall girls that were naked around one guy sitting on the bed behind me. I decided I would just run into the shower but woke up.

Teruru

I appeared on my bed and could hear voices. I thought about Kiro and how I wanted to see him. Than I appeared on a small island. On the sand there was a small fluffy dog and the name Teruru was on the sand. There was a small footprint too. A guy was telling me it was important to pay attention to teruru. Than I appeared on my bed again. I heard voices all around me and bit my finger to see if I was still in the dream. I was so I decided to set the intention to wake up after closing my eyes and hiding my face behind a pillow.(I was scared)Than I woke up.

In the darkness

I was in some kind of a hotel. I was walking through the dark hallway. My flashlight gave faint light, and I could see only blurred, dark shapes in front of me. Then, I saw Bloody Mary standing near the doors, and staring at me. I was afraid to move closer, but I did it, and saw that it was just a confused girl. I asked where my room, number 182 is. She said that it's right here, but when I looked at the door it was 246. We were frightened, as someone changed numbers in each room.

Fighting the bully

I went to the car sale. There were many vechicles, new, old, even those I seen before. When walking slowly, watching it all in awe, I was attacked by my old bully. He insulted me, and then a strange man appeared from the wall and punched him. He wasn't hurt though. I started to fight, but my punches were really weak. I then chosen to hurt him by scratching, but then I felt the scratches, and saw that in fact, I was fighting with myself.

(Copied from dream interpretation forum)

This actually happened two nights ago, but I only got around to posting it now. I don't remember what I dreamed last night, so . . .

*Important Background Information*
I am a teenager. I live with my parents, younger brothers, two cousins, aunt, uncle and grandparents. The only people in this dream, however, were Aunt Beth and my cousin Isabel who is 4 years older than me. I live on a farm, and I have 12 goats and a sheep in the front of the house. On the side there are horses, chickens, 2 guinea hens, 2 geese, and some rabbits, but the only relevant animals are the goats and horses in this dream. At the moment there are some court issues over my brother and I feel like the adults aren't telling me enough, which could be part of the meaning of this dream. Luna is my favorite goat and she gets Polio sometimes due to a weak immune system; I know how to tell when she in in the very early stages of it so she hasn't been close to death for at least a year.

*Actual Dream*
I was at home, and my house actually looked like my house which is unusual in my dreams. I was inside and I don't know what I was doing when Isabel came up to me. She told me Luna was dead! I felt very stressed and grief-stricken, and I asked her why I hadn't been told she had Polio. Isabel just shrugged, like it didn't matter! I think she was a bit embarrassed too though. I asked her, "Seriously, why wasn't I told?" and she shrugged again! So I ran outside to the goats, except the goats were right by the horses which is not where they are in real life. Also, I didn't recognize any of the goats except Luna. She wasn't dead, but very near death. Aunt Beth said she was going to euthanize Luna (put her to sleep.) I told her, "NO. I believe it is wrong to euthanize animals, ever." It's true, I do believe that. I should add we do NOT have the needle or anything; we would have to go to the vet to euthanize an animal. When Aunt Beth tried to do it anyway, I pushed her hand away and told her we couldn't do it. Luna might be very sick but there was no way we would end any chance she might have of surviving. After that I don't remember much of my dream; only that she was getting a little bit better. I don't even remember whether she died or not. I do remember that this morning when I woke up and went to let the goats out of their stalls, I was VERY relieved that Luna was okay; the dream was very vivid and I thought it might be real.

Also enjoy my ultra-old avatar picture from before the days of my dream-self. I can't seem to get that character to look right and the animation hates me.

Here is what I can recall:

Several nights ago I had some dream where all of the buildings in my university had some how been stacked together into this huge conglomerated tower. There was something to do with a math class as well.


I also recall a nonlucid dream from two nights ago. It involved some kind of magical battle. I had to wear armor made out of 'solid water' that had this odd surface that was solid yet had small waves moving through it. This was because the person that I was to fight had miniature flamethrowers on their arms.

When the fight began we were on this huge covered bridge, made entirely out of wood. I actually had three opponents, the middle one, a husky female with the twin flamethrowers and a pair of presumably male guards (covered in heavy steel armor) carrying large black and silver halberds.

I became partially lucid during the fight and was able to slow down time, particularly when someone was swinging at me. I also seemed to have power over the weapons and, once the guards were disarmed, I was able to call their halberds to me (see thor's hammer).
The fight climaxed when the main antagonist, the woman with the flamethrowers pulled a pair of knives. I had been able to damage the flamethrowers at some point during the fight. We went in close and I tried to put her into a lock. She was struggling to stab me and I was trying to choke her. I lost the dream and woke up.



The night before last, I had a semi lucid dream where I was flying and running at ridiculous speeds through my home town. My good olde fashioned fire jets at work here.

The town seemed a little re-arranged though. I recall there being all of these black and white wooden targets that I would bounce off of. The dream kind of had the feel of a sonic the hedgehog stage with the wooden targets being like the springs.

The dream ended with my attempting a Kamehameha, then realizing how unstable the dream was and making an effort to stabilize. I was in a soccer field. I ripped up some grass trying to stabilize but it didn't work.

Last night was pretty good though. Some dialogue with Manei. (I love how when I try and LD with things on my mind, I don't get sh*t. But when I'm on break from lucid dreaming, I get ten minutes of lucidity with her. So I wound up being kind of quiet and not particularly engaged within this dream.)

I can recall being in a huge building. It had a very bland, sterile feel like a school or hospital. I was waiting in line with dream characters to talk to some lady seated at a desk, with the feel of... well a hospital check-in. I took note of how diverse the crowd seemed to be. age, race, gender and clothing all seemed to vary greatly.

I then saw Manei in the crowd and instantly became lucid. She cut through the line, heading down a secondary hallway. I came with her. One of the things I recall taking note of was how tall Manei really is (Well she's been taller than me since we met, but this time around she seemed even taller than usual). IWL, I'm about 5'8", so lets assume my height carries over into the dream. I'd probably put her at around 6'2".

We went around another corner into another long hallway, this one lined with doors. The hallway had a dark, creepy feeling to it, like someone or something was following us. We then came to a stairwell that went up and down at least three floors each way. There was a window and we could see that we were in a massive building complex that stretched for miles. Outside, the weather was overcast and it was raining. Occasionally, I heard a roll of thunder.

We sat down together on the top step, giving us a good view of the dreary environment outside.

Last night, I went to sleep with the idea of manifesting my own persistent dream characters into the dream world. I'm not really sure why, my mind was just sort of wandering, and that's what I drifted off on.

So I decided to bring this up with her. I also got the inkling that somehow, that line of people that I was in earlier was a manifestation of the dream characters that I wanted to create. She didn't seem very interested in the idea, saying that it would be a distraction from dreaming, and that having too many dream characters/guides can be chaotic. I told her that I had only two characters in mind that I wanted to manifest, and that I felt that they were important to the balance of my dream world. They were meant to represent aspects of my personality that don't come about all too often in my dreams. She then replied that if I felt that I had to, I could manifest these characters, but she made me promise that if she wanted just me and her, I would let it happen.

At one point we started holding hands. I said something about stabilizing the dream, but I think we were just happy to be together again after all the crap that's happened. I think she was telling me that I should come back to concentrating on lucid dreaming. I told her that I would.

She then told me some story about technology and spiritual advancement. I don't remember the details, but it was about how technology can be helpful if used in moderation, but if you use it too much it can rule your life and you can lose touch with those around you. For some reason the characters in her story were represented with a couple of lego people she had in her back pocket.

We were looking at our reflections in the window. I noticed Manei was wearing the headband that I gave her, and that the emblem was actually correct this time around. Funny, I hadn't noticed it until then.

I began to really lose touch with the dream. Manei became a male version of herself and took off her shirt. This had something to do with her practicing appearing as a boy. I was trying to concentrate on making her look better but she still looked sort of distorted and disproportionate.

As Hemlock Grove's Roman, me and Peter have just entered this old abandoned tower, and I'm showing off some of the tricks I've picked up since the last time we saw each other. I turn myself into a cloud of bats, thinking of this as something I'd learned from that one previous dream, and I come out of it high on the wall, looking down at Peter watching me, able to hold myself up against the vertical wall just by gripping with my hands - it's not completely effortless, but it's still easy. It's a rush. I'm having so much fun showing off with Peter, I want to laugh. This makes me start thinking something about connections with people, and then there's a memory gap.

The next scene I remember is in a different part of the same building, the memory gap only lasted for about one or two changes of scene. I'd climbed up into the metal rafters and I've been heading up in a spiral, and I've just come across a closed door; but I'm not playing around anymore, I'm in a hurry, either chasing or being chased by something. The door has no handle on this side, so I hammer on it and shout, "Open the door. Open the door, mom!" (I was thinking of someone specific by 'mom', but whoever she was, it wasn't my IRL mother or the mother of the character I'd started the scene as - I'm not sure I'm still playing his role by this point.) Door still doesn't open, and I'm not surprised. I step back and look at it. There's no way to open it from this side, just a keyhole big enough to look through - I can see some light through it, and I have the feeling I'm meant to look through it, and that thought pisses me off. I grip the side of the door, forcing my fingers into the gap between the door and the frame, and I wrench it open.

The other side of the door leads to somewhere else completely, unconnected to the building I was just in. It's incredibly vivid, nothing like the dream I'd been having up until this point - which hadn't seemed un-vivid in any way, but I'm thinking of this as a completely different way of seeing things. I'm in a stone hallway, brownish-yellowish stones, filled with many doors, all of them wooden, arched, narrow, dull red. I still have that sense of being in a hurry, and I immediately go to open the first door to my left. But as I do, I hear a woman's voice - the mother I'd referred to before - shouting this strangled "No!" and I hear the sound of a door closing, and footsteps in a hurry. And then I'm awake.

(Really awake, none of the usual transition, just footsteps and "No!" and suddenly in my bed with my eyes open. Was convinced I'd been woken up by the actual front door and actual footsteps - which is not unusual, I sleep while other people are up - but no, just the dream. Back to sleep.)

As Constantine (rhymes with turpentine), I've been in a police interrogation room for a while now when they let in this elegant older woman to see me, calling her "Mrs. Constantine." She's supposed to be my mother, which is a lie of course, my mother being long dead, but I instantly play along with the act. Memory gap, and then I'm being put in a holding cell, and I try to convince someone I pass along the way to have the police find that woman and pick her up, quick. Not sure I made myself clear, though, I'd been passing out, having a hard time staying conscious. I can see the brown smoke of her spell wrapping around me. Blacked out.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I had a classroom scene, so I went lucid and walked out. I didn't have any particular destination in mind aside from getting out of the school, and the first door that I reached for took me into the kitchens - still meant to be part of the school. The next door I can find is a refrigerator door, and I give that a shot - no good, I open it and find food inside. I think to myself that this is probably too strong an association to bother trying again, so I remove the refrigerator from the wall. There's a white wooden door behind it. This one opens onto a satisfyingly different scene - rolling green hills and a mountain in the distance that I mentally compare to Mt. Fuji from its size and the way it dominates the landscape, though otherwise they don't look alike.

I walk along a paved road leading towards that mountain. At one point I come across a house, and the road divides so that one path leads up a slope to that building and down again to rejoin the main road on the other side, and I'm admiring the organic shape of both the road and the house. It's a white one-story building composed of several rounded rooms, with a reddish-brown shingled roof with little spires over each rounded room. There were quite a few plants that I was admiring, and gardening tools, but I knew this was going to be too much detail for me to remember, and a lot of it didn't have any IRL comparisons I could easily make, to make it easier to remember. I focus on a couple woven baskets lying on a bench, with lids with little spires like the ones on the roof, the last thing I focus on as the path leads me back down to the main road.

The path leads me into a town, or a small city maybe, starting in a little square with two clocks standing on black iron poles. Both of them show the same time, 3:00, with the second hand pointing down at the 6; a bell tolls, and then they both run backwards, until every hand points to the top, midnight exactly.

The path leads on to another square, this one with a big brass bell. There are a fair number of people in the streets around me now, but I'm only paying attention to one - a man standing beneath that bell. He calls me over. He's this older man, and I mentally compare him to Mister Rogers, that sort of friendly and wise and harmless impression. His speech is slurred and very deliberate, as if he has a hard time forming English words. He says quite a few things about me heading for the mountain, and preparing for that, and he mentions K., an old IRL friend who I haven't gotten in touch with for a long time. I'm a little frustrated by knowing I'm not going to be able to remember all these details when I wake up, and I'm having a hard time picking and choosing which parts to focus on, but I hold up a hand to stop him and ask about K., ask him to clarify - is he saying I need K. with me at the mountain, that I can't do it alone? He's surprised by the question. He says, no, you can go on alone. And he compares me to "a dry martini: high in the hand, but hard to keep it." Okay, that's suitably convoluted phrasing that I'm definitely not going to remember that unless I wake up now. I choose to wake up so I can remember at least some of what he's said. I regret this decision almost instantly.