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    1. Flying Bus Crash

      by , 10-12-2010 at 01:11 PM (exdreamer's Dream Journal)
      I was on some kind of flying bus or other multi-passenger transport vehicle. Outside it was dark and stormy. The vehicle was flying over a city. It looked pretty run down -- a very dystopian sci-fi vibe.

      I realised we were heading straight into the centre of a storm. It was like a hurricane and epic thunder storm combined. I knew it was dangerous and started shouting at whoever was driving to avoid the storm. It was too late though. The vehicle was shaken and vast amounts of water were pouring in to it, filling it up.

      Mostly everyone was knocked unconscious. Only myself and another guy were alright. I told him to help me open the back window. The vehicle was still flying and had passed through the storm but was almost full of water and heading towards the ground. We opened the window and I pulled out some kind of breathing apparatus and swap through the vehicle waking people up.

      I was telling them that they had to go and jump out of the window because we would crash. It seemed like it was somehow the safer option? I came across N, an old enemy from school. I was tempted to leave him to his death but decided it was wrong and saved him. Most of the other people on in the vehicle were people I knew but I canít quite remember the specifics.

      We must have all survived because we were know in a deserted city centre. Everything was so brown and dirty. The storm could be seen off in the distance, it looked like a scary destructive force yet really beautiful and natural. I was worried that it was heading in our direction. I was talking with someone and they disagreed with me saying that it would move off another way. It suddenly began to move at a rapid pace to the right of my view and was far enough away to not worry about.

      There was a girl with me. She was really beautiful but not someone I know from reality. She was either my girlfriend or someone I was in a sort-of relationship with. I felt like I trusted her a great deal.

      I found myself sitting with some people talking about what we should do. I said that we should go to a nearby town to look for something -- possibly other people or supplies, it wasnít clear. I was told I had to take someone with me. I said I would take the girl, but the idea was shot down for some reason. It was commented that I trusted her too much. I insisted and it was agreed except that T, an old school friend, would have to come wit me. I didnít like the idea because I didnít trust him. I also knew that T wasnít his real name. I considered him to be a slippery character that kept changing his identity. He was with some random girl who laughed in a knowing slightly sinister way that made me feel uneasy.

      I went to find the girl from earlier. She was sleeping in a make-shift shelter made of road signs. I touched her exposed belly gently and woke her softly. She smiled and I stroked her arm. I said I was sorry to wake her but we were going to scout out a nearby town and that itíd be good to spend some time together.
    2. I Really Am Sorry

      by , 10-09-2010 at 11:37 PM (exdreamer's Dream Journal)
      This is a dream that is important to me because it reminds me of how much of a jerk I was and maybe still am and how much remorse and regret I feel for past mistakes.

      I was my old school playing field. It was different; there was a large gate where there was not one before. I was walking through the gate and B was there. I was eager to talk to her but she strangled me with a bicycle chain. It was cutting in to my neck slightly.

      B is a girl I used to be friends with and had a massive crush on. I havenít seen her in years and we parted on bad terms because I was a complete asshole. Anyway...

      I was then sitting at a large table, still sore from the chain. My neck was red and bleeding slightly. I was really upset but I still wanted to go and find B and apologise to her for what happened in the past. Also at the table were some old school friends. I looked around and saw that we were in a big hall and that there were lots of tables with people sitting around them. It was loud; people were chatting and joking around with each other.

      I noticed that I recognised pretty much everyone in the room. There were people that I knew well and people that I barely knew. It was sort of like everyone I had ever met was in one big room for some kind of event.

      I mentioned to my friends that I wanted to go and find B. For some reason they didnít want to let me go. They dared me to make out with a girl sitting at a table nearby us. I recognised her, but she was someone I barely even knew. She was pretty ugly and I had no desire to make out with her, but I got the feeling that it was the only way my friends were going to let me go off and find B which I really felt I needed to do. They called the girl over and she came and sat on my lap. We made out but she was a bad kisser, although for some reason I had a hard-on.

      Finally I was free to look for B. The next thing I knew I was sitting at a table across from her. She was wearing a black suit jacket and a red low cut top. She was just staring at me sternly. I felt really bad about what I had done in the past and felt so desperate for her to forgive me. I was struggling to explain to her how sorry I was about everything. She just kept staring at me. I continued to apologise but she didnít react.
      non-lucid , memorable
    3. Dye Your Hair FFS, and How Can "She" be Your Boyfriend?

      by , 09-02-2010 at 09:55 PM (exdreamer's Dream Journal)
      My dream have been pretty short, boring and similar lately. I keep having school dreams, which I find pretty boring. It's hard to keep journalling when the results are so poor for so long. Anyway...

      Dye Your Hair FFS

      I was walking to a class at the secondary school I attended. I saw H, except her hair was red. She said hi and pointed out this girl to me and said she had said that she knew me. The girl had grey hair and I didn't recognise her at first because of it, but it was L. I was a bit confused, but before I could really question anything we were in class.

      I was in my old Geography class room except doing Maths. There was a diagram on a piece of paper of a circle that was divided up, it wasn't clear to me. I felt really confused. L came and sat near me and smiled. She said she'd help me out because I looked really confused. It was bugging me constantly that her hair was grey.

      How Can "She" be Your Boyfriend?

      I was at the local post office. I was asking the woman serving there where the attractive woman who used to work there had gone. She said she had quit. She then told me that the other woman was her boyfriend. I was pretty confused...
    4. Overcharged

      by , 08-19-2010 at 04:55 PM (exdreamer's Dream Journal)
      Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid

      My recall still isn't what I'd like it to be lately.

      I've had a few dreams that I've had vague recall of that weren't worth recording. They were kind of pointless dreams where I was sat at my computer writing code.

      Anyway, something to record after a few recall-less days:

      I was at the post office. It was totally different, perhaps another post office than the one I usually visit. I was at the counter, and an unfamiliar blonde woman was serving me. She was very pretty but was wearing a overtly bright pink jacket. I noticed that her nose was slightly big/convex - typically an unattractive feature in a woman -- but found her really hot regardless.

      She tried to overcharge me! What a bitch, I thought. I argued that I knew that she wasn't charging me the right amount, but she was insistent that I pay. I paid and said I'd be back to get her fired.
    5. Racing

      by , 08-17-2010 at 03:28 AM (exdreamer's Dream Journal)
      Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid

      I was playing a Mario Kart game on DS with my brother, except it wasn't Mario Kart DS -- it was a new game. The controls were messed up, L or R to power slide then the opposite shoulder button to initiate the speed boost. It was awkward and I was complaining about it sucking really bad.

      I also recall there being really hard to see short-cuts on the track we were playing. It was extremely frustrating.

      The dream started to change in to a physical race on foot. I was no longer holding the DS but an active participant in the race. There were a few people I was aware of also racing. I recognised most from different periods of my life.

      I was running through a castle themed area. I remember stopping and hiding to ambush the person behind me. I had some kind of tray or disc, strangely turquoise in colour, and I jumped out from behind a wall and hit them with it.

      I raced up some steps and overtook someone ahead of me. They tried to stop me, but I avoided them. I recall that I was now on wooden rope bridge over some water. It wasn't very far, and there were other rope bridged around. The water was very oldskool video game looking: opaque blue and pixelated.

      Finally I recall reaching what must have been the end goal. It was a room with containers built in to the walls on either side. It looked like the inside of some kind of temple. I wasn't the first here, but I learned that it didn't really matter. I had to open a box with a number on it. More of a game of chance it turned out. There were low and high numbers.

      I saw J, a hot girl that went to my secondary school. She was next to largest number. I walked over and said I was going to open it. She and the others in the room were shocked. I understood that the higher the number the higher the risk that whatever was inside was more dangerous, but also the higher the potential reward. I felt like injury or death might await. I was trying to be daring though.

      I opened it. My vague recollection is of reading some instructions inside on a small brightly coloured scroll. J was also helping me by explaining something.

      I either woke up or just can't remember the rest.
    6. Tree Beard Fragment, and Windows to The Other Side

      by , 08-15-2010 at 03:16 AM (exdreamer's Dream Journal)
      Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid

      I really wish my recall would get back to some kind of consistency!

      Tree Beard Fragment

      I was looking in a mirror. I noticed that by chin and neck were made out of tree bark -- roughly in the area where my beard grows. It was all cracked and browny-green looking. I felt slightly shocked and uncomfortable.

      I had this brief dream the night before last, having just shaved my beard off a day earlier. It's really weird going clean shaven after having a beard for a few years -- although it's obviously even weirder in my dreams...

      Windows to The Other Side

      I was back at secondary school. C was there, and I think L, and we were standing near the main gates. There was a strange light coming out of nowhere and engulfing the area. There were spirits of some kind that we could see. It was some kind of portal or window to a spirit realm or so I figured.

      It ended and we went to another location in the school where it happened again. We gathered around it and watched. It happened several times in different places, and each time more people would come and watch what was happening. I spoke to M outside the canteen and explained about the strange spirit portals that were appearing around the school.

      The next thing I recall is entering one of the buildings. I was going to a math lesson, but wasn't sure where I was going. I walked to where I thought my classroom was and looked inside. For some reason I decided it was the wrong place and went up the the first floor instead. The first floor of the building was wrong: it was actually the first floor of the art & technology building.

      As I descended the stairs I started shouting at the people who were entering the building. I felt really pissed off. I walked in the the classroom I had left before and realized that was actually where I was supposed to be.

      I sat down. The room was configured a bit differently from how it was in reality. The teacher, Mrs. H, was asking if people had done their assignments. I knew I hadn't bothered to. I had very mixed feeling of nerves and getting in trouble and extreme defiance. Eventually she asked me, and I decided to go with defiance and told her I didn't give a crap.
    7. True Blood, and School Romance

      by , 08-11-2010 at 05:48 PM (exdreamer's Dream Journal)
      Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid

      I finally had a long detailed dream that I recalled last night. I also recalled my first dream of the night pretty clearly. Hopefully my recall dry spell is over! Fingers crossed!

      True Blood

      I was Eric from the TV show True Blood. I was being hunted by Russell Edgington, also from True Blood. It was dark and I was outside in some kind of hedge maze. Russell was floating in the air, laughing. He was taunting me and had sent a really big pig to kill me. For some reason I was afraid of the pig. I killed it. I was trying to lure him in to a position where I could kill him, but he was wise to it.

      School Romance?

      I was a teenager. I was in some kind of bar or diner. It must have been a school trip because I was with my old school friends and there were lots of other people from school there. There was a girl with some of her friends there too. Somehow nobody in school knew her name. She was seriously cute, blonde, and had a certain innocent look about her.

      To make it clear at this point, the girl isn't a real person but a concoction of my imagination. I'm thinking it's a mix of two people from reality, although her appearance it totally unfamiliar to me.

      I told my friends that I was going to chat her up and get her to tell me her name. I went over and spoke with her. I was asking her questions and go the impression that she wasn't shy but just didn't like to tell anyone anything about herself. The only people at school who knew her name were her friends apparently. I said that I'd try to guess her name and I'd bet her that if I could get it on the first guess I'd get a kiss. Surprisingly she agreed and said I could have 5 guesses.

      Somehow I felt confident that I knew her name. So I listed off 5 guesses. The ones I recall were: Emma, Claire, and Sarah. It turned out my first guess was right, much to her surprise. A bet is a bet, and I won the kiss.

      The scene changed and we were travelling back to school on a coach. I was still chatting with Emma as we pulled up outside school. I asked her where she lived, and she just happened to live in a house right across from school. Anyway, I said goodbye and departed to catch the bus home.

      I think there is a piece missing here that I don't recall.

      I was at school in a room that was a hybrid between a science lab and the food tech. classroom. I entered the room, and it was dark. It was hard to see. There was a bug flying around. The teacher, who I couldn't really see, said it was dangerous. Everyone was looking around. I felt something crawl in my ear! I started freaking out and tipped my head to the side trying to get it to come out. The lights came on. It fell out of my ear. It was a small piece of blue plasticine. Behind me, N, was laughing. He told me that he had thrown it inside my ear. I felt stupid but was impressed that he was able to to that from such a distance in the dark.

      I was back at the entrance to the same room. It was light now and I was showing up for a lesson. I got the sense it was either a new room or it could have been the first lesson of term or something, because I was thinking about where to sit. I knew at this point that I was now dating Emma and wasn't sure if I should sit at the same table with her or not.

      It was the kind of classroom where there are large tables that fit about 8 or 10 people around them. When I was at school it was pretty typical for any science, technology, or art subject.

      Anyway, I was with some friends and we went and sat at a table. I was sitting next to T, who annoys me so much. Emma enters the room with a friend and sits at the table with us.

      The lesson isn't so much a lesson but some kind of weird assignment is being handed out. Rather than simply printing it out though it was being dictated. I, as per usual, wasn't really paying any attention to anything much. I realised I didn't have a clue what was going on. I also felt like since, as per usual, I hadn't been in school for a while I had totally missed out on something that was happening. I was trying to copy off of the people next to me, but I couldn't really figure out their handwriting. I was also struggling to write myself. It was really weird, because the assignment was to fill in some complicated insurance forms. It seemed as dumb in the dream as it seems writing it now.

      Things started to get more random. T, who was was sat next to me, was also sat at another table across the room. I raised my eyebrows in surprise and so did he. Then he started moving his eyebrows in to strange patterns. N started telling everyone that he had actually graduated from school at age 14 and that he was super intelligent. It was all a bit pointless and then I woke up.

      Updated 08-15-2010 at 03:00 AM by 32666

    8. These Days I Dream of Pokemon

      by , 08-10-2010 at 01:43 PM (exdreamer's Dream Journal)
      Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid

      I've hit a dry patch of recall over the past few days. Despite putting even more focus on trying to LD lately, somehow my recall has slipped off. Hopefully my recall will get back to acceptable levels soon.

      I was in a large corridor on a floating platform. I couldn't see the ground below or the ceiling/sky above -- it was really tall. I was on a floating platform. There were several, forming a line and moving along. It was all very science fiction. The walls were metal and had random lights every now and then and the platforms were metal. The walls had a green-ish hue to them.

      The scene reminds of of the Unreal Tournamnet CTF map Hall of Giants in terms of the colours and style of the walls.

      It's vague but there were Pokemon there. There were only fire types. I remember I had a Ponyta with me and said something about it evolving in to a Rapidash. I also had a Vulpix and remember contemplating how cute it was.
    9. Dig!, and The School That Wasn't

      by , 08-05-2010 at 01:49 AM (exdreamer's Dream Journal)
      Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid

      A few dreams I typed up but didn't get round to posting from the last few days.


      I was at some kind of event outside. I must have been a pretty young kid of less than 11 because I was with a primary school friend, A. There were large white tents and infront of us there were arcade cabinets.

      The arcade cabinets were running some kind of retro looking digging game that looked sort of like Dig Dug. The object of the game was to collect items and combine them. I was aiming to dig up some items and make some kind of coffee.

      I also got the sense that there would soon be a tournament at the event of some kind.

      The School That Wasn't

      I was standing in front of the entrance to a school. Some girl walked up to me. I recognised her as someone I went to school with. She had a kind of mousey-brown, almost grey hair. She was quite pretty. She was either quite tanned or had a skin colour other than white but not very dark, her face is just a blur and a series of conflicting images.

      I've never seen this girl or school in reality before, but they were familiar in the dream.

      I had the sense that this was my old primary school and that I was there to find something out or something. The girl seemed to be there for similar reasons. I got the sense something had happened in th e past but do not have a recollection of what.

      We walked inside some kind of office. The girl started talking to someone, but my view was obcured by someone else. I was confused and unsure what I was doing. The person she was talking to was a man, I got the sense he was a teacher at the school. He led myself and the girl out of the room and began to show us around the school.

      It was a strange place, familiar yet not.

      Much of what I recall is actually a mash up of various schools and colleges I've attended. There was a car-park that was part of my primary school, the front gate area was from college, and the main buildings entrance was from my secondary school. There were also hints of the university I attended here and there.

      I wanted to go somewhere or talk to someone, but we never did. Eventually I was back outside at the gates with the girl.
    10. Shop, and Pokeball Flood Escape!

      by , 08-02-2010 at 09:09 PM (exdreamer's Dream Journal)
      Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid


      I was a blonde woman. I had just bought a clothing store. I had the idea that every item should be in an individual box when you buy it. People said it was dumb but I was insistent. Over the course of the dream the company grew larger and larger. Eventually there were lots of people trying to buy me out, but I wasn't interested. I was really tired. It was all rather... odd?

      Pokeball Flood Escape!

      I was in a hotel with my parents. The water started gushing in. It was rising fast. We tried to run up higher but the stairs were blocked by random debris. We would surely drown. I had an idea! What if we were to hold on to a water Pokemon and return it to it's pokeball? Perhaps we too would go in to the ball and be safe from drowning? I convinced my parents it as a good idea and told the Blastoise I had chosen to come out of the ball in about 2 hours. At first I thought we would get inside it's mouth, but I realised we wouldn't fit so just went for holding on to it's shell. We held on to him and we all entered the pokeball with the typical white flash.
      Hopefully we would've survived but the dream ended.

      I like it when it's obvious where my dreams come from. It's pretty simple day residue stuff here. I was watching a program about the Sri-Lankan tsunami the other day and have been getting back in to Pokemon recently.

      Updated 08-04-2010 at 04:10 PM by 32666

      non-lucid , side notes
    11. Nothing but Fragments of Dreams Gone By

      by , 08-01-2010 at 11:27 PM (exdreamer's Dream Journal)
      Non-Lucid, Lucid, Commentary/Notes, Hypnagogic Hallucinations
      i Inner Awareness, a Action, f Form, c Context.

      I really need to stop being so lazy about writing down my dreams ASAP. The first fragment was a long dream that I recalled fully but have forgotten over the course of the day. Silly me! The second I also recalled fully, but can only remember the end.

      Cousin Fragment

      I had a dream that featured my cousin C ( c ).

      I haven't seen said cousin for a long time so I think I'll mark her as a dream sign.

      Barter Fragment

      I was walking with S, a hot redhead. I got the sense that she was my girlfriend ( c ). We looked over and saw my old school to the left ( c ). There was a old guy in a blue suit selling clothes ( c ). She wanted me to go and buy her a horrid looking purple knitted cardigan. I went over to the guy and haggled with him for a while ( a ). A moment later I returned to S without the cardigan but I had made some kind of deal with the guy to get it later -- I don't really recall.

      I find this dream interesting because the girl in question I have never been especially attracted to despite her objective beauty. It's just weird to me that I would be dating her in a dream.
    12. Bloodbath Fragment and Ex-Con?

      by , 08-01-2010 at 12:01 AM (exdreamer's Dream Journal)
      Non-Lucid, Lucid, Commentary/Notes, Hypnagogic Hallucinations
      i Inner Awareness, a Action, f Form, c Context

      Bloodbath Fragment

      I was in a dingy bathroom. The walls were brown and the floor was tiled dark red. Everything was dirty and the lights were really dim. There was someone in a bath with attached shower. He was bleeding.

      He was then on the floor, blood gushing from his head all over the place ( c ). There were several shades of blood ( f ). Someone else was there and remarked that people had multiple levels of blood in their bodies. The lighter and more saturated the colour of the the blood the less important and the darker and less saturated the more important ( c ). The blood gushing out of the man's head was getting darker and less saturated ( f ). The person commented again that if he lost any more he would die.


      I was sitting at a table in an unfamiliar room ( c ). It was some kind of apartment with white walls. Also in the room were some other people, but I didn't recognise anyone except two old school friends, L and S ( c ). I was writing and there appeared to be some kind of lesson or lecture going on ( c ).

      The next think I knew everyone is leaving. I walked out and found myself on a street walking in to a supermarket.

      I found myself at the check out with several items. There was a man with me that I don't recognise ( c ). His eyes were very blue and he had dark brown hair. He was slightly taller than me and wearing a white top.

      I was placing my items on the checkout. I remember there being some kind of unfamiliar green fruit or vegetable ( f ). Another man who was wearing a dark jacket picked up two of my items and stuffed them inside his jacket. I gestured to protest, but he gestured that I shouldn't, so I didn't ( a ).

      I was rushing to pack the carrier bag, but the check out assistant was super fast ( a ). She quickly handed me a receipt and asked for £1.50. I could read the value clearly on the receipt. I took some change out of my pocket, but dropped it all over the check out ( a ). I scrambled around looking for the money. I picked up a £1 coin, two 20p coins and searched for a 10p coin, but couldn't find one so gave her two 5p coins. I felt very flustered.

      I was then leaving the supermarket with the blue eyed man. We walked back towards the apartment and saw L and S going in the other direction. I waved and L waved back, but S just looked typically miserable. While walking back I got the sense we were in a foreign country, probably somewhere in Europe ( c ).

      We reached the apartment. It had an external staircase so we ascended. Stopping at the door I remarked to the blue eyed man that I was a murderer! ( i,c ) He was shocked and just stood there. I invited him in and said that we should have a drink ( a ). I walked in to the apartment, not noticing the clear signs of a disturbance throughout.

      I found a bottle of some kind of alcohol on the floor. It was open but full. Somehow it was lying on its side but the liquid did not flow out ( f ). I shouted to the man that we should have a drink ( a ). Only then did I start to become aware of the state of the place. Things were broken and knocked over. There was a dart in a red sofa that looked like it had been thrown from the doorway ( c ).

      The man was still standing at the door, shocked that I had randomly just told him that I was a murderer. I realised that something bad had happened while I wasn't here, but somehow knew that I would get the blame for it! ( i )

      Some police walked in. One of them was a black detective guy. He was accusing me of something and I was being arrested ( c ).

      Suddenly I felt that I wasn't a man any more but a blonde woman ( i,f ). I had a flashback to some kind of prison where I was sitting at a table wearing an orange jumpsuit ( i ). Another woman was being lead through a door by some guards. She looked at me. She had long dark hair and was extremely beautiful. I felt as though we were friends. I knew she was being released and that I would be soon ( i ).

      Back in the apartment I felt as though she had been there recently with me and I also felt as though I had betrayed her somehow ( i ).
    13. Park Fragment

      by , 07-27-2010 at 12:07 AM (exdreamer's Dream Journal)
      Non-Lucid, Lucid, Commentary/Notes, Hypnagogic Hallucinations
      i Inner Awareness, a Action, f Form, c Context

      I was trying to get in touch with an old friend I haven't seen in a few years. I emailed an account I'm pretty sure he doesn't use any more and got a response ( c ).

      We were then in the park down the street from my house and another old friend I've lost touch with was with us ( c ). I notice a group of girls in front of us. They were all wearing baggy white blouses. I suggested we go and chat to them because I know them. There were 5 girls, but I couldn't make out two of them because they were somehow indistinct and undefined ( f ). The girls were a group of friends I used to go to school with ( c ). We spoke for a bit, and I was flirting with K much like I would when I knew her. I struggled to remember the other girls names, but eventually did ( a ). One of them was constantly blushing when I spoke to her.

      I really should try harder. There was more to this dream that I remembered as well a another dream that I forgot. Being cocky, I thought I could remember it 'til I got round to typing this entry up, and have forgotten all but the most memorable bit.
    14. But I Don't Even Like Star Wars

      by , 07-25-2010 at 01:34 PM (exdreamer's Dream Journal)
      Non-Lucid, Lucid, Commentary/Notes, Hypnagogic Hallucinations
      i Inner Awareness, a Action, f Form, c Context

      I was at my deceased grandmother's house with J and S ( c ). We were going to watch all six Star Wars movies twice over, and we did ( c ). My deceased aunt was there too, just milling around and giving us food ( c ).

      When we were finished I couldn't find my shoes. I was angry that someone had stolen them ( c ).

      My parents were there and told me to get in the car and forget about my shoes. I carried a giant cardboard tie-figher outside ( a,f ). Instead of a car my parents had a strange thing that was like a tie-fighter wing ( c ). We had to get inside it, but it didn't make sense because it was pretty flat. The frame could be moved around to let people get inside, which I did followed by my dad then my mum ( f,a ). Then my dad closed it and it shrunk back into a flat shape with us somehow still inside... ( f,c )

      Like the title says. I don't even like Star Wars, so it's really weird that I would dream about it.
    15. Bus Brawl, and Shootout

      by , 07-25-2010 at 01:43 AM (exdreamer's Dream Journal)
      Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid, Commentary/Notes, Hypnagogic Hallucinations
      i Inner Awareness, a Action, f Form, c Context

      Bus Brawl

      I was a kid again on the school bus ( f,c ). My friend M was there ( c ). We were arguing, I think. I beat him up quite badly ( a ). Everyone I knew on the bus was angry at me. I went to talk to the driver, and saw that it was M ( a,f,c ). I made fun of him and everyone was mad at me again ( a ).

      I was really upset, but didn't want to show it. I lay down on one of the seats and closed my eyes. Everyone was getting off the bus and I sat up and turned to T in the seat behind. He said he was getting off too, even though he was always the last to get off the bus and it wasn't time for him too ( a ). I got the impression that nobody liked me very much.


      I was just a spectator, and not present ( i ).

      There was a large open area. It was somewhere industrial. There were three groups of people. A group of three or four were in the centre of the wide open area. A group of two were couched by a wall, and another group of two were hiding just around a corner.

      Shots were fired. The first group of two were aiming their weapons at the group of people in the centre. However, I thought I noticed that one of them was pointing his gun to his right which would have been towards the other group of two people. In the other small group one was some guy lying on the floor, and the other was Patrick Stewart ( c ). He was wearing a blue jumper with a high neck and a black blazer type jacket. He had a silenced pistol pointing at the large group.

      After the hots were heard I saw Patrick Stewart had a bullet wound he wasn't expecting. He had shot someone in the central group. I could tell that he was wondering if he had been shot by one of them, but he examined the wound and determined that it must have come from his left somewhere.

      I remember looking at a map view of the scene with the people expressed as dots. However there were no landmarks of the surrounding scene. The dots were being circled, and I felt like I was trying to figure something out ( i ).

      The part where Patrick Stewart was shot replayed, but I knew it was a replay ( i ). I thought to myself that it was a cliffhanger and it would be revealed that he was shot from the left by the other gunman ( i ).
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