non-lucid

20/8/2014

2320-0440

1. I was in an amusement park with a friend from my old school (M). I was on one of the swinging ship rides with him. I was cowering in fear in the corner. I also went around with him buying souvenirs.

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2. I was with my high school peers in a big building. I found J somewhere in the building. I noticed how good she looked. She was looking for someone named Leslie. I helped her look for this Leslie person. It seemed like we were all in a rush to get out of the building for some reason. We found Leslie, which turned out to be a sweater. She put Leslie on and looked even hotter. After that, we tried to rush out of the building. J and me ran out of the building together, with the dream ending there.

Dream - 7:40AM

I'm on range bank's oval playing Aussie Rules Football. I'm standing in the forward line talking to the opposition teams player. I see Brent Macaffer (Professional AFL Player) and he has a word to me about something. I think it may have been something to do with chatting and not playing.

I think I kick two goals for our team.

I run over towards one of the oppositions teams players and man up with him. The ball goes over our heads and we both run after it. I beat him to the ball and side step passed him. I see one of my team mates a little too far away for me to kick, but I try to kick it as far as I could, which ends up just being enough to go over the oppositions players head but not far enough for my team mate. I feel a little bummed considering the shitty distance I was able to kick the ball. I think about strengthening my legs so I can generate more power in my kicks. I relive the moment and this time I kick the ball differently. I kick a torpedo, which makes the balls spinning formations similar to a spinning spin top. The ball goes further this time.

I'm now at my old house, standing in the kitchen. I see Arpie and I explain to him and my Dad about my dream I had. I mention about a female and dating, and that I was playing football where I kicked the ball over the oppositions teams head. I mention to Arpie again that it's just a dream, cause he starts talking about the girl and dating part as if it was real.

Another scene change, I'm at a random house and I see two females fighting in the lounge room. One of the females gets pushed over a chair.

I begin telling Dad about the dream again.

I'm standing up heading towards a door. I think I'm a female, a somewhat famous singer named Joelle, or maybe I'm just promoting her, I dunno. I see my profile open up and I edit it, putting in something about Joelle.


Dream Fragment:

I bite the tip of my finger nail, and bite some off. I'm a little disappointed due to biting them, as I've kicked the habit in real life.

Side Notes:

Felt uneasy last night and couldn't sleep for at least 3-4 hours due to having heart palpitations. Weird. Assume they're water detox symptoms.
Been practicing visualization with great success. I feel it flowing instead of being forced and stressful. It's more of a passive approach.

August 15, 2014

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Better Beer

All I remembered was something about flying over some beautiful, sprawling fields so I could make better beer. Or better something, I can't quite remember what it was.





Blowing Up Houses

I was with my family, but they lived in a different apartment. I had to go to class but they were not home (they had taken my car somewhere), so I drove their car instead. I first met with my advisor, and he told me I had a new class to take, about German movies. Apparently I was going to be the only one in the class who could speak German.

I got to class late because I had to park the car in a garage further away from the building... I noticed that one of the 3rd graders I taught this summer was in the class as well. We were filling out a worksheet when I walked into the classroom. Then we had a break, and I realized I had to get something from the car. I walked out of the classroom and to where my car was parked, unlocked it, forgot what I was doing there, and locked it back up. When I got back to the class, the teacher was showing an example of one of the worksheet answers; it was mine. I had written something about a clip in Harry Potter where Harry, Ron, and Hermione blowing up Harry's old house so he could move out of it. We had to label the scenes in the movie, and that's the one I'd chosen.

I am returning from a business trip. I have been away for quite some time, and am ready to be intimate with my wife. She is on the phone with her sister, and the door is shut. She finally emerges, and I tell her I would like to have a talk. We go into the bedroom together.

My wife then makes an odd comment. "Men are really just a pile of sex cells, so I think you just need a good fuck."

In dream, this actually sounds kind of good, and we start getting into bed (the bedroom, of course, is not our bedroom, and my wife doesn't even look like herself--but why should that seem weird at all? ). But then I realize, no, I would like to just talk and spend time with my wife. For some reason now I open up the drawer next to the bed, and find a pistol in the drawer. We do not own a pistol, and so I demand to know why there is a gun in the house.

My wife gets defensive. "You were gone for so long!" she says. "I needed some way to protect myself!"

My dream thinking then comes to this conclusion: some man has purchased this gun for my wife, and she has been having an affair. "Who bought you this gun?" I shout.

I then glance at the sliding glass door, and see a man standing there, and it hits me: this is her lover, looking in on us. I am really pissed, and jump up to confront him. At this point, a mob forms outside. The neighbors begin chasing this guy, and he runs off. One of them, an older man, beckons to me through the glass, and I think, Alright, let's get this motherfucker! A group of the neighbors drag my wife out of the house but I am running after her lover now.

While I am running, I notice that some of the neighbors are people I know from high school. Am I dreaming? I wonder, as people from high school are a dreamsign for me, but the dream plot is so demanding and fast-paced that I quickly forget about state checking and continue pursuit.

The neighbors have now cornered the man near a dumpster (and I think he may have even been in the dumpster). My first thought now is of the pistol--where is that gun, so I can shoot this asshole? I realize that I left it back at the house, though. Turns out there is now a baseball bat in my hand. It's long and black and purple, and looks like a nerf bat. It's heavy and solid, though, and I think that I could easily kill someone with it. I heft it and prepare to hit my wife's lover, who is on the ground in front of me.

Then I suddenly realize I don't need to do this. There isn't any good reason to kill this man. I back off, and feel a bit better. We then become friends in the dream (though my memory is a little fuzzy here). Once I've decided to not act in violence, the crowd begins to disperse. Soon I am by myself, walking back through the neigborhood. At this point it strikes me--oh yeah, I wanted to test reality. And of course, I am dreaming.

I am a little annoyed, because I realize I've spent a good bit of dream time on "dream drama," and not doing things that are constructive or fun. It's nighttime, and I decide to fly through the neighborhood a bit. I lift off of the ground easily, but begin to have some hangups. I instinctively revert to the swim method, but when it doesn't immediately succeed, I just hang there in midair, remember that I'm not doing the swim schema anymore, and reassert my intention of flight. I begin to fly normally, without dream body movement.

I then realize I am slowing down, but I think to myself, no, I'm flying fast, and then I am flying fast. The wind is whipping past my face and it feels really wonderful. All around me though, the dream is beginning to get blurry, and the darkness is increasing.

In the past, I have associated dream darkness with waking up, and so assume the dream is ending (as it had gone on for quite a bit already). However, I still attempt some stability techniques. I shout, "Increase lucidity!" and some sharpness and clarity does return momentarily, but then begins to fade again. At this point, the dream scene is retreating away from me at top speed, and I am stuck in some kind of dark tunnel vision. My thought at this moment (unfortunately) is "I've got to try to get back to the dream scene" and I leap forward with all I've got.


I slam into the bedside table at my old apartment complex, breaking the lamp in the process. Glass is everywhere and I assume that I have broken REM atonia and moved in my sleep (which is unfortunately something I tend to do). As I am cleaning up the glass, I hear my wife cooking in the next room, as well as Frank Sinatra singing from the stereo. I then receive a false memory of Frank singing all night. I wake up shortly after.

Side notes: The "Loony Tunes Retreating Dream Scene" is something that has happened before, and something I plan to recognize as a false awakening the next time it occurs.

Saturday, 17th August

Moon: 62% illuminated waning gibbous (21 days old) in Taurus

Tarot of the Day: Knight of Pentacles

Mayan 13 Moon Calender Date: White Self Existing Dog

Nostril open on awakening: Left (feminine side/right brain)

Dream:

A sprawling Florentine city lay before Matt and I.
(Matt is one of my best friends,although we do not see each other anymore as he lives overseas)
We explore the Tuscan city fully prepared up with our backpacks and camping gear.There seemed to be a reason for us to avoid authority on every occasion that they appeared.Why I do not know

The was an electric charged energy of festivities that lingered in the air,and there many females paraded around the narrow streets dressed entirely in white.
Woman's day perhaps?

We reach an empty silo made of large off-beige coloured bricks. Inside we find many thin wooden poles that have their one end firmly concreted into the wall, with the other side protruding outward. We glanced at each other and I can telepathically tell we're both thinking the same thing...
Monkey bars!
My conscious perspective shifts to the 3rd person and I watch Myself and Matt climb and swing from one pole to the next,slipping a couple of times but saving ourselves with a swift grab and grasp on the lower poles.

I find myself in a big open plaza with my black Royal Enfield motorbike,the same one I had when travelling around India.
A group of excited and most likely intoxicated middle aged ladies are celebrating in a big white double decker bus with the roof removed about 30 metres to my left.Shortly after, they exit the plaza in a frenzied blur.

There's a cold breeze out, so I lay along the length of the long motorbike seat and cover myself with a blanket.
Jenna,a petite girl with blonde dreadlocks and piercing blue eyes approaches from behind to chat with me. I can immediatly sense the attraction between us and I invite her to come join me under the covers.
She surveys the parking lot anxiously, and I can see her think twice about my offer, but eventually she obliges.
We begin to talk about how body warmth is the best thing to keep warm in this cold weather. This was just small talk as the fondling began to escalate, with me spooning her tightly from behind.
I stop.I know this is wrong.I know that she has a boyfriend, and a child with the same man. Guilt grabs continue hold of my gut and my primal nature is unhappily halted.
Jennas initial reluctancey of joining me made complete sense.

We continue to chat about bland surface layer topics without the previous sexual aura, yet i know that she began asking herself question.
"Why did he stop?Surely i made it clear what I wanted by jumping under the covers with him??"

Later, around the lunch table, I see her boyfriend sitting with a black beanie covering his long hair... and his smiling eyes greet me. I act as if nothing has happened.

The plaza now seemed to be a full on festival,and in the corner of my eye I see my parents,looking startled and out of place.
I decide to give them some pure MDMA to ease their anxieties.
"What the hell is this??",my mother asks worryingly.
"Just trust me and take it.", I tell her as I break the large pinkish-white crystal into two pieces,giving the bigger half to my Father.

Wednesday, 14 May 2014

The classroom was full of students,at least 30 of them.
I recognized the old brown chairs and wooden fold up desks to be the same ones in my high school,which i haven't visited in 7 years since matriculating.

I sat quietly,2nd row from the back.After uttering something that to a fellow student next to me i felt a painful slap making contact with the left side of my face.The blow came from behind.
Angrily I turned around to see curly haired, olive skinned Casey with a look of menace on his face.
Could he overheard and perceived my comment to be an offensive one?

The statement was soon deciphered as benign and non-malicious,although i received no apology as redress.
This made me boil inside.

We stopped at a Greek take-out restaurant. I saw bags of take-out orders being loaded onto a plane to be shipped all the way to Greece. "Wow, this place is hardcore," I thought.

We had parked right under the nose of the plane, where there was a niche just big enough for the car (a 2006 silver Volkswagen bug) to fit. I was a worried because it looked like the plane was about to take off, but figured it would be okay, since the plane would have to back up first, which would release the car from underneath it, and then the plane would turn ninety degrees to access the runway. The car should be fine. Still, I thought I should check. I called up to a lady in the cockpit, "Hey, is it alright if we park--"

Before I could even finish the sentence, a metal plate slammed down over the nose of the plane, closing up the niche where our car was parked. Meanwhile the plane began to pull backward, flattening the top of the car. There was a white flash and the sound of an explosion, and I knew the car was ruined.

I was annoyed because I had been hoping to inherit this car when my husband was done with it. Still, what was done was done, and there was no point getting bent out of shape now. So I tried to stay calm and figure out if there was anything practical to be done.

Note: 2006, the year of the car, is clearly WLR (waking life residue), as last night I was comparing various editions of a book that included this year. The plane is also WLR as I've been flying a lot recently. Not sure where the Greek restaurant came from.

Last night the first past of the dream that I remember is, being at some kind of game show. I remember a line of high school students waiting to get in and see the show. Somehow I ended up behind the scenes and almost saw the participants’ faces. Some guy yelled at me about not being allowed back there and told them to cover their faces. I then left that area and was just walking around. I ended up with Brandy and her son and some other lady with a son the same age. They were driving this weird van that was huge and had the driving compartment in the back seat with a bunch of cameras. Then there was this huge machine with giant blades going around shredding everything in it's path. It was built to clear tree limbs from growing too low and blocking the view on streets. The machine seemed to be able to rip through anything and if anybody had any additions on the front of the house it would tear through those. I'm pretty sure the machine shredded me and I woke up.

In another dream I was with this group of people one of them was from my chemistry class last year. Well anyways they were doing drugs and invited me to do some with them. This one guy was saying how the girl from my chem class was a freak and all she wanted to do was sleep around. I remember thinking something about innocence and purity. I think my phone woke me up from this dream.

8/19/14 Tuesday

Last night bed 1am - 7:36am

DR 5am
Some quite elaborate dream about DV work. But hard to put it in words.

DR 7:36am
I work at a flower shack. It belongs to a larger store and I'm their employee, but this small shack is like a detached store, selling only flowers.

I get there in the morning to remove the money from a drop box. It's a box where people drop money when they are purchasing flowers when store is not manned by a clerk. Like after hours.

So I'm counting the money and there are some people already there trying to buy flowers. I'm telling them it's not opened yet. But they get mad and they want me to sell them flowers.

I finally leave from there and go to drop off the money. When I get home, I have like sticky notes or some other stickers on my front door. They are from customers. I'm like wtf, how do they know where I live? I don't like that. I start telling it to my neighbor, without realizing it's not her, but maybe her daughter or someone visiting, because few min later the neighbor herself comes out and that's when I realize it.

This dream was uncomfortable.

Dream - Lucid

I was talking to this lady about this storage area that was underground. If you wanted one, you'd have to go underground and put whatever it was that you wanted under there in this basement/sewer like area. She was telling me something about some test as well, though I can't remember much of that part. I saw pictures of the storage area, and people down there storing things.

I was then talking to someone else, maybe my mom. She told me that the pictures were bright, but it was pitch black down there.

I decided to go to the storage area and put some things there. I was then in my car sitting in the back seat to the far right in the parking lot of the storage area at night. I was with some other people; someone else was driving. We were in the past for some reason. The parking lot was quite crowded, with many people bustling about. I then saw a group of my friends walking up. I was in the group towards the back speaking with a friend. I had a pixie haircut (which I've never had IWL). They approached our vehicle, and I said
"They can't see us, or there'd be a time paradox!"
I tried to be quiet as they walked past us, but the other me looked in the back window. She now looked like me normally, without the pixie cut. She saw me and we both looked at each other. It then looked like her head had phased through the glass of the back window. She smiled; she looked excited. I wondered how this would affect the future, and also if maybe it did happen in my past as well, but I didn't remember it.

We then were down in the storage area. It was storage area 6. I had thought that when you wanted to store your things there, you got assigned an area. That wasn't the case, however. People just kept storing them in open spaces until that particular unit filled up, and then we'd go on to the next one. I had actually used this particular area before for storage, at the time in my past of when I saw myself walking in the parking lot. Everything still seemed intact.

I then was thinking about the other storage spaces. I was worried about getting into a sewage area. I then saw in third person, kind of like a video game, me (though it didn't look like me) being in storage space 1, which was just pure sewage. I was in the middle of it and covered in it. It was so gross. I felt grossed out like I was in first person, even though I was in third person. Then, it went onto storage area 2, which was still kind of sewagey, but not as bad as 1. It then continued, and got less and less gross as we went on.

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I was looking through old things of mine to sell or donate, things I had as a baby. I got together an old Elmo kid's electric toothbrush with an oversized-looking brush and some other things. I needed to give them to Caitlin.

I then was in my brother's parked car in the daytime in the back. I was getting something out of there when I saw a gallon of milk underneath the passenger's side seat. I wondered how long it had been there, and if my brother knew about it.

I then was giving my things to Caitlin. They were in a white plastic shopping bag. She said something about my donations...nobody would want a used toothbrush.

I also remember being inside a store that I used to work at that is now closed. I saw signs about it being final clearance because they were closing.

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I was on honeymoon with Dallas. We were in a nice hotel overlooking a beautiful beach. We had been there for so long, Dallas had gotten a temporary job while we were there so we could pay for everything. Today was his last day, and then we would have to go home.

I was outside by the pool area on a beautiful sunny day. I don't remember anything else about this part of the dream.

I then was inside the hotel, thinking about how long we had been there, about how every day we anticipated the next day, and now, we were finally on the last day. I then thought about how long we had been there. We had been there for almost the entire month of June (it was June 27th in the dream). Dallas was there getting ready to go to work. I then realized that I hadn't gone to the beach once since I'd been. I asked Dallas if he wanted to go. He said he had already been. What?? I didn't know he had already been to the beach. I asked him about it, but I don't remember his response.

He was then gone for work. I was wondering if maybe we could just move to the beach since he already had a job there. I didn't want to go home. I don't remember if I asked him about this or not via text. I then "remembered" that a woman from my old job, Tanya, and her husband, had gone to Hawaii for a honeymoon, and wanted to move there as well, but the feeling eventually faded when they had been back for awhile. I then saw an image of her in my head of her walking around with a shopping cart full of something, though I can't remember what. She was in a grocery store. It had to do with moving to Hawaii. I then decided to take a nap. My hair was wet; I guess I went swimming or took a shower. I had it pulled into a loose bun.

The next thing I remember is waking up and getting out of bed, ready to go to the beach. I walked by a mirror, and was shocked at what I saw. My hair was now dry and SUPER curly, with many beautiful ringlets. It looked short, like a little boy's haircut that I see frequenting the bakery with his mother IWL. My face also looked different too. I had to keep looking at myself. I thought people would mistake me for that little boy. My hair was then much longer, but still curly. There were little straight parts in it too. I figured my hair got this way from sleeping with it wet and pulled back. I actually really was liking it! It was quite different. I wanted to take pictures to show Dallas, but I remembered I wanted to go to the beach. I looked out from the balcony at the beautiful beach below. The day was bright and sunny, and the water was blue and beautiful. It looked like schools of small fish were swimming in it. The waves were pretty big as well, and you could see the undercurrents flowing through the water. They must be quite strong. Nevertheless, a few people were in the water.

I then went to go find sunscreen. I then saw that Dallas's sister was there. She asked me if I could tell that she had put on sunscreen everywhere. I looked at her hands and saw small white streaks of sunscreen in between her fingers. I then looked and saw lots of white patches on her chest that weren't rubbed in. I told her about them.

I was then alone again, I guess. I already had my bathing suit on under my clothes. I had my shirt off; I looked down and noticed the bikini top I was wearing. It was white with maroon floral patterns on it, similar to one I own IWL with blue and green floral patterns. I was thinking about all the bathing suits I had. I then thought about whether or not I should take my 2DS with me or not. If I wanted to go in the water, I probably shouldn't, or someone might steal it if it was just laying about. I was still looking for the sunscreen, and then I was trying to take my pants off, but I couldn't get them to come off my ankles.

After having had a similar nightmare a couple of weeks ago and controlling it lucidly, the nightmare recurred. I didn't expect it to.

The setting and the whole situation were quite different. This time, I was at my Uni with a group of students and some teachers were putting us in the middle of dangerous places as if the apocalypse were a game. They wanted to see who would die and who would survive while they were watching it all safely from the distance.

The first setting they put us in was quite big, there were stairs everywhere and a few zombies, so it was easy to escape. The second setting, though, was small and they gathered us all between two walls. Then, they started shouting to draw the zombies where we were and then left us there. Almost immediately, we were surrounded by zombies and of course, everyone started panicking. I wasn't lucid like the last time, so I was freaking out as well. Soon enough, they were all over us and I ended up waking up with a start. I felt disturbed for the rest of the morning.

8/19/2014

2300-0700

1. I was in my room with a girl. She was pretty hot. I had hot sex with her for quite a while. It was pretty vivid. It was with someone who looked like L, but she had lighter skin.

2. I remember being in my bed, masturbating. Pretty much a false awakening, where I didn't wake and instead just masturbated and went to sleep.

* Took a nap after I posted something in the TOTM thread

non-lucid, lucid

.../I'm in the university campus. I have just left my car parked in a parking lot behind a building. I'm carrying a lot of papers I have to deliver here thinking to myself, it's safe to let the car there because of it won't take much time. I walk behind a lot of buildings hoping to get to one of the main libraries. I'm getting to the Electronic Engineering building when I realize I parked in the wrong place; it should have been behind the next building. Anyway, a decide to take a walk because of it's nice to be back here from so long. I see some folks playing on a platform. I walk on the bleachers, and see one of my first pals who left the career because of his girlfriend got pregnant. There's a lot of people here, and I'm recognizing many of them. It has been so long that I didn't see their faces, saluting here and there. I see the 'philosopher' playing soccer, he doesn't see me because he's with his back turned to me. Finally we got to see each other, but he doesn't seem so enthusiastic as he usually used to be. I wonder there must be something strange here, it hits me, of course it's a dream! Then I remember I wanted to do some of the TOTM. But first, I want to leave all these papers I have in my hand. The best idea that comes up to my mind: Let's deliver all of these using Telekinesis! I throw the first brief in front of me, waiting it to take flight and look for its destination by its own. On the contrary, it falls some meters ahead. Perhaps I didn't give it the time to take flight. I take the next one and throw it up to the sky. It falls on the roof of a building. The throw the third one, it flies better and makes some curves on the air, like a paper plane to finally fall on some dirty waters. I don't care, but I got obsessed with the idea. At least one, although I want to throw the whole packages to fly to their destination. I throw one after the another, and some of them take flight to my back, I see them disappear behind me, I don't follow them, I consider it a success because of I don't see where they fall! Good, the next one, and the next one/...

* Wake up hearing my neighbors talking and thinking to myself How stupid!

Locked in a small, very dark room with my wife; I am assisting in her giving birth. All sorts of demonic shadows appear all over the wall. Ridiculous faces, ghosts, figures, and everything terrifying I can imagine appears in shadow form on the walls. Clouds of smoke and mist also briefly pass by out of no where. Just obscuring everything, and then gone a few seconds later. My wife and I suspect that she is giving birth to a demon baby. I am a little concerned about what the neighbors are thinking if they can see these shadows too.

The baby is born, and already has fierce teeth, a crazy look on his face, and solid, black eyes. Growling, it tries to bite both of us. I grab the umbilical cord, and swing it off my wife from there, dodging his fangs as he flies past me. While trying to swing him in circles above our heads to buy some time, he kicks a wall, causing him to fly toward me and land on my right arm. Before he can sink his teeth into me, I grab him by the back of the head with my left hand, pull him off, then grab his body with my right and just squeeze. This causes the umbilical cord to disconnect from him, and is really gross. Black liquid squirts out of it, and I jump back, losing grip on the demon baby. I feel my stomach turn to knots as he jumps down to the floor.

He runs around the room, free from my grasp, but still contained inside the room for now. Literally running really fast, while growling, and even jumping higher than I am tall, he chomps his teeth together like a dog, making loud biting noises. My wife and I skootch back on the bead some more as he jumps up next to it, biting the air, and looking at us. He seems to enjoy scaring us with his powerful jaws...

The next jump, I catch him, and try to kill this demon with a knife. But due to some dark magic, any knife wound immediately heals itself. Struggling to hang onto this creature, I grab a small axe that is hanging on the wall and sever the menacing head from the red veiny body. The demon dissolves into sparks and dust, crumbling to small ashes and then vanishing back out of this world.

I sit back down on the bed, enjoying the brief peacefulness of the aftermath.

I am the new batman, just finishing up the right bat costume. Unfortunately, I still have white socks, drive an old Buick, and work at a lousy low paying job. On the way home, I drive through the park, and see someone getting mugged. I'm too tired to stop and do anything about it after work, and have to work again early tomorrow, so I drive past, trying not to let them see I'm batman. Both of them see me, especially the white socks and white undershirt. I park the car in front of my house, and blow up an inflatable decoy batman to leave in the drivers seat. Going inside, I don't yet notice that the inflatable batman has somehow managed to start the car and put pressure on the gas pedal, slowly driving away down the street.

I run downstairs, and get on the motorcycle to chase after my car and recover it. Going way too fast, I nearly crash a few times, and get some good air time off speed bumps in the road. Finally, I crash the bike, it launches off a hill, and smashes into a stone archway leading down to the ocean. I go air-born, and slam into a castle wall. Not really hurt, just stunned, I lay there for a bit. The butler comes out, and yells at me furiously. I see the car! Running to my car to get away, the butler is in hot pursuit.

He chases me through town, and tries to ram me off the road. I slow down and dodge him, also slowing to avoid the river and cliff up ahead. He keeps going full speed, like he is going to turn around up there and come at me head on. Not knowing about the river and cliff, he careens right off the edge, smashing his car to pieces and being thrown out of it, down a hill thick with trees.

I walk down there to see what happened to him, and see no sign of him at all. Suddenly, he appears behind me with a garrote and tries to murder me with it. He exclaims something about being a well known bad guy by the name of ___ (forgot it). I grab the wire from around my neck, and flip him over my head, onto the ground, and kneel on his neck to choke him out.