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As I fell asleep during an afternoon nap, I said the mantra:

"I can see [Dream Character]"

...with as much conviction as I could muster in my head while letting myself fall asleep. After I woke up, I felt it was a failure until I spent a little bit of time trying to recall my dreams. The truth of the matter is that I did see the dream character. She was tugging me by the hand as I pleaded that we needed to get out of where ever we were at the time. We both began to levitate since I warned her that he only way to escape was to fly over the fence surrounding the parameter.

There was a third person trying to stop us from escaping. It was like this third person could sense our intentions. We managed to fly high enough and far away enough to get atop this overpass. My partner and I hugged each other; not only to celebrate, but to initiate a teleportation farther away.

Nothing was lucid.

Biggest takeaways are that:

Affirmations should be in present tense - as if the goal is happening Here & Now; not in the indefinite future tense.

This was during a nap 12:30 in the afternoon. I was sleep deprived. The later your are in your sleep cycle, the better.

More experiments to come along.

Dream: I'm on the plant floor at work playing soccer with DR and his kids. We're using tiny yellow balls. I try to put it through DR's legs to no avail.

Dream: I enter an outdoor food plaza. The boardwalk is made of wood and so are the stores. I walk past a few places and stop at the burrito store. I was wet and hungry. Without making notice, the outdoor plaza transforms into an indoor plaza, yet still made of sanded wood planks. I get in line and notice a cute girl with red hair and she orders a bag of different things to fill her burrito with. I order a vegan wrap. The girl working the counter had black hair and a down-to-earth attitude. I asked if I could have both asparagus and curry tofu in the burrito. She gave the impression that my request was an inconvenience and that it would get her in trouble with her boss so I told her it wasn't a big deal if she wanted to withhold the asparagus. She was irritated but kept the asparagus on anyways in spite of my consideration. As I got my sandwich I went to say something to the cute, curly, red-headed girl but I was too quiet and she didn't hear me so I pretended like I was coughing because I was nervous. She walked behind me to speak with the cashier and asked if she could have her burrito made there. Now I spoke up (about what I can't remember) and we flirted for a bit. We walked into a seating area with Japanese aesthetic, but before I had the chance to do anything, the chef of the restaurant leaned around the corner and asked someone what the size limit was for recyclable Kombucha bottles. I spoke up and said "2L" although I had no reason to. She thanked me and disappeared behind the wall. Next, myself and the red-head went swimming in many different pools, all which had the Japanese aesthetic. She was running ahead of me so I happily followed her. She would take a dip in the pool and so I did as well. We arrived at, and dived into, a pool which rested near the edge of a cliff. There was a thin layer of fog obscuring the view off the edge, which rolled in between the wooden braces supporting the wooden ceiling. She asked me if I wanted to swim and I agreed. We embraced one another and swam, kicking our feet in synchronicity. She push away from, got out of the pool and playfully gestured for me to chase her. I happily obliged and we left from under the covered pool into the open ones. She dived into a very deep pool, which had a wooden plank on an axis. I leaped for the end of the plank and my weight drove the plank to the bottom of the pool. I noticed there was a man rock-climbing a blue wall in the water. The red-head was swimming gracefully. Suddenly a thick liquid hit me from above in the water. It's black and I assume it's a bird's dropping. I see a bird appear in front of me which I instinctively push away. The black liquid becomes thick and it becomes hard to swim. It spreads down from my hand to my shoulder and here the dream ends...

Dream: The dream has a cartoonish, picasso-esque appearance. There is a king, being carried by four men on a litter (man-powered vehicle without wheels). He can only reach his destination so long as he has no apples on his litter. Myself and others are tossing apples onto the litter and the king's servant is eating each one. Eventually the servant becomes exhausted and full, but continues to eat the mass of apples. We've stopped for the night and are sitting around a fire...

Dream: I'm walking to a building with the dogs (my friend group) and I notice a group of female lions approaching and I yell to the dogs to climb on top of the building. I get out and I see most of my friends make it. A few get scratches and bite on their legs or arms. BB gets fully bitten in the torso by one lion. We all free him from it and bring him to the roof. His heart was hanging from a gaping hole in his chest and was white and the size of a brussel sprout. My friends are pressuring me to save him. I have no idea how to sow a heart back together and I tell all my screaming friends so. They tell me to just do it so I do. I turn over the tiny white heart, which spurts a misty gas which smells horrible. I put it back in his chest and sew his skin back together. He gets up immediately as though he was never injured...

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Total Dream Sign Count
Inner Awareness = 4
Action = 4
Form = 11
Context = 5

Total LD's/Dream = 0/7 = 0%

Please comment and let me know if you think I missed some dream sign classifications in the journal entry!

P.S: During the day I remember trying to persuade people not to inconvenience themselves. At work I was doing a time study and the worker told me he needed a weld tech and which point I told him not to worry about it, and that it wouldn't effect the study, but mostly to convey that I didn't really care and he could work without feeling pressured to be efficient. This mirrors the moment with the cashier and the burrito. This is the second dream (not included in my journals) where I have seen my friend BB who was been chomped by some animal on the chest. The first dream, he was crushed by the jaws of a massive crocodile but I was too distraught to do anything but cry. This dream, with the lions, I chose to do something about it.

I went to bed around 8 or 830. Fell asleep pretty early.
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I woke up after like an hour or so, went to rest room, and back to bed. Not sure why I woke.

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I woke from other dreams just now. There were dreams with Nana and/or other relatives and other dreams in the beginning I forgot.

The part before R asked me for a sandwich was something complex but I can't quite grasp it.

I just remember having some papers near me. We were in the H woods. R was there. I forgot what the papers were about. Maybe my drawings? I do remember one paper with some check boxes. I think it was to say something about someone who died - that they wouldn't be missed? I was afraid people would judge me for that. There were check boxes.

R told me he didn't have much money and needed food. I felt that because he asked, and explained his situation, I would help. So I asked him to follow me to the food store. As we walked toward the peaches section I told him my idea, and he said that peaches would be no good. He couldn't have processed juice. Then he explained how they had a peach juicing place and I got the un-attractive image of a bunch of people squeezing peaches with their bare hands. "These aren't processed peaches," I tried to explain. But he wasn't having it.

I wondered if pizza or a sandwich would be the right thing, and tried to bring him in that direction. Eventually he dissappeared and the next time I saw him, he was eating a hero sandwich. I remember walking again through H woods over to the trails closest to that road there.

I remember seeing one of the windows in the up stairs of my current house, 15 S, open. And thinking of the flip side of the other side of trait 11.

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It took a while to fall asleep but then I had a bigger round of dreams. So, I'm glad I hung in there. I remember being in a room. I think we were on a couch and mom was to my left and dad was to my right. Dad's elbow kept digging into me and I wanted to move to the left but couldn't because I was in the bend of the couch. M S told me I look like M S and I said, "You look like him too!"

I remember my sister having poured a really big bowl of cereal (the size of my orange and green salady bowls) full of cereal and milk. Then she fell asleep by the fridge, and was snoring. I put the cereal in the fridge and closed it. Then she woke up. I tried to find a cover for the cereal. It had big puffy parts.

There was another part where my Micro SD card was missing. I dreamed that my phone had an SD card slot and then a Micro SD adapter in there, and that the SD card part had gone missing. So I was searching all around my house, in the drawers, and trying to find it. I thought I saw it upside-down somewhere but it was a black one with 21 GB in my dad's tool drawer, in the kid's room at nana's. '21 GB? Do they make them that size?' I asked myself. 'Guess so!' And continued, not lucid. It was dark grey. There was another SD card adapter in the drawer on the counter to the right of the stove in the 15 S kitchen. Dad had a bunch of cereal boxes on top of that counter. They barely fit. There was so much food in packaging it was falling off.

I remember going to sleep in a room that was like the kids room location at nana's but it was also a bath room. There was a tub in there. I drained the tub a little, wondering where all the water came from. I remember trying to put a fan on a fold-up table. It was an old, loud box fan. But the room was hot, so it would be worth it. The window, which faces nana's front yard, was closed. Some light was getting in though. I looked for my orange glasses and they were closer to the bed.

I laid back down in bed, recalling those dreams. I thought I was physically awake! And almost grabbed my voice recorder. I started to do some body separation exercises that felt like I was just flexing my lower back to make my upper body and legs go up. But I couldn't really separate much. Once I floated up a few inches or a foot, I felt some interesting sensations and stayed right there. I had some fear. I didn't push it any further, just felt all the sensations.

I don't know if that counts as an RBFA because I may have only dreamed of having woken up to begin with!

R was in the next part. He was in the H Woods again. He needed a phone, so I let him take my phone off to the trail near the road and use it. Later, he brought it back. I think one other person also used my phone. Eventually, I found that the SD card was missing. I wondered if R had taken it but I couldn't believe it. He seemed so trust worthy.

Walking back to H Woods, reviewing it in my mind, I thought that R must have been a secret agent. He wanted my phone's SD card so he could have all my journals and other personal information. Worrisome feelings went through me as I realized that the people out to get me would now have all my journals. I remember seeing a black car and thinking they were closing in on me.

I saw T R walking through the woods and it became a neighborhood. It was sunny. I walked through a grassy yard and down to walk with him. I forgot what we talked about.

Then I got to some kind of gym. There was a woman talking to me. There was another woman I wanted to ask about contacting R. "I'm sorry I don't seem so attentive, but I just don't know a lot about that subject. It's nothing personal." I explained to the first woman. She was really nice about it and went inside. I was pre-occupied with finding my SD card. The second woman showed me a list of names. Here is a good dream sign. I looked at the list and it said R, and his phone number. The woman said it was for a Call of Duty meet-up. I began to copy it down. The numbers were skewed a little. When I looked back up, the numbers had changed, and R's name was gone. 'Did they just swap out the new one?' I asked. Looking underneath it, the other one was swapped out, too. So the morphing text could have been a dream sign but I missed it.

Then I asked the second woman there about where the number had gone. She started to pull my ear-plug out of my left ear. It seemed logical to do but I'm not sure why. There was blood all over it, though. Also, it made no difference in my hearing. At first there was only a little blood but more blood appeared on it once it was out of my ear. This could have been a time to check if I was dreaming but I went into panic.

I remember looking around a table with a blender of green vegetable shake. And everyone behind the counter. And having a pre-lucid moment of thinking, 'Maybe this is all a dream! That would be great.' But I talked myself out of it. 'No, it can't be a dream.' And I didn't bother with any checking if it was a dream.

Eventually I think I contacted R. But it was awkward to try to ask him if he had stolen my SD card.

I remember something a little different after that. There were these rooms and it was like an African American cultural place. Fabolous, the rapper, had a new album, and it was playing. 'These lyrics really aren't that great,' I thought. The instrumental was based on a guitar, though. Electric guitar. There were 3 guys who seemed goofy. We were all putting down cups of rice on this bench thing. Then they were talking about walking in the nature trails. Something about seeing animals. "No, no animals," one guy said. I forgot more of what they said.

I remember a woman on one side of a window screen scraping lemon slices on the window screen. It made lemon juice spritz out into the side I was on. Some little kids tried to catch it in their mouth. One little girl even started putting her mouth on the window screen.

I remember it shifted into this cool video game thing. Kind of like Kirby or Mario side scroller. He got all these special moves. I was picturing what an orange would do if it were a power-up in Mario. There was one of those fences Mario had to crawl on and navigate around the Koopas. Eventually he was just a little while ball guy with a few moves. Mainly, spinning would defeat everyone but there was also a kick. The graphics were pretty vivid.

In another part, there was a wealthy couple. I think they did counseling from their home. The wife was mad at the husband. He said he had to sleep in the "pregnant woman's room" and it showed a lawn chair on the back patio. "Where will I pee?" he asked. She said something I forgot. Later it showed him using a bottle to go to the bathroom, in front of a TV. (I don't remember seeing any private parts!)

I remember seeing some of the houses in that neighborhood, and they were nice.

I think there was something at the very end of these dreams I forgot by the time I got to writing.

I forgot to say in the part with the fan, it was already running. And, tan. In the first round of dreams, I remember sensing my dad would dis-approve of me spending my money on food for R. And there was lots of OTTOTT stuff that I was trying to think of when I laid back down, but couldn't.

Well, recall was pretty good on these. And there's still time to go dream some more!

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It took a little while to fall asleep but not too long. I did the MILD technique which was to visualize myself getting lucid in some of the dream signs above.

This is really good because I slept a lot. I had one round of dreams, which is this one, and then did an RBFA. But I was able to re-remember them.

My first memory was some kind of Mario level. Mario was running along. It was a combination of Mario and Sonic. I remember seeing Mario have to dodge spikes on either side of the wall and deal with springs. It was like Mario/Sonic would lose some coins, gain back less, and eventually got down to only a few.

Eventually we got over to another game thing with letters on the wall, only this was more first-person. There were W, X, Y, Z, and now I remember even trying to arrange P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, etc. I think I put the Q after the R but corrected myself. Then a woman in the "party" had a smart idea. She took out a computer keyboard, and placed each letter on its corresponding place on the computer keyboard. At first the letters were too big but they became keyboard-key sized squares. I was impressed with her cleverness.

Then J G came along and was being a drill seargent. He yelled at me for taking naps, saying it was a "waste" of time. Obviously this was coming from a militaristic and workaholic place, and couldn't be further from the truth. I replied with some anger that naps are very good. In the dream context, I had taken 2 naps that day, which I was proud of. I gained strength from standing up to this workaholic, miltaristic bully, especially in the prescence of the woman there. Because it felt like I was standing up for the napper in both of us, and I could feel her appreciation. I guess eventually he backed off.

Then we all had to go into this church thing with the benches. There were a few columns of benches. G F was concerned that he wouldn't get to sit next to a woman. I told him to just relax because one day, one will come to him. I was hoping to sit near the woman from the previous scene, too, but couldn't find her. She had my water bottle, which gave me an easy reason to look for her. I needed to use the bathroom. I figured I would wait until the service thing had been going on for about 10 minutes and then go use the bathroom, not worrying about holding it or rushing to go before hand. I would just go when I needed to.

I ended up sitting next to G F and then everyone squeezed down towards my side of the bench so much that I got squished up against the end. It really hurt my hips. I stood up and yelled at everyone. It felt great to stand up for myself and set a boundary, instead of stuffing it. I was really mad at everyone for not realizing that they would end up squishing me the most.

After that there were women that came around with baskets of shiny medallions. They were glowing like holograms. I even tried to put my hand through them at one point to see if they were just holograms. I forgot what the result was. Some women had baskets that were empty and we were meant to add more medallions to them.

While I cleaned the floor beneath my bench, I noticed a pink organism which looked like it was made of several pine needles linked together. One for the body, one for the head, and one for each limb. I watched it have difficulty moving, because of how its legs bumped into things. It reminded me of Porygon. 'Was this the bug they designed Porygon after?' I thought. I wanted it to get out of the walk way so no one would step on it.

Brian Griffin, the dog from Family Guy, appeared to my right. I forgot what he said. Eventually I woke up.

I thought through them, and had pretty good recall. Actually, I think it took me a while to think through them... I was lost in thoughts when I woke up. Sometimes, thats another unconscious or hypnopompic state that delays my dream recall. So I drifted back to sleep a little and when I woke up again was really lucky to re-remember the dreams.

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So I slept more after those and like most sleep cycles closer to morning, I "drifted and dreamed" meaning, I just went in and out of dreams and laying there awake a little. I fell asleep while recalling the previous dreams.

I remember being at Aunt B or Nana's house. There was some kind of gift bag. I was thinking of doing things around people that I would feel shame or humiliation about even if no one said anything. Just because my inner critic would beat me up over it. Or just the fact that I could imagine someone having judgmental thoughts about me, led me to feel really bad, in a spiral. Not even if they actually said something mean but just if I thought they might think something mean.

I think the next part was at my parents old house. I remember there was a guy driving around, eventually in a clown mask, telling everyone historical facts. He told us all about things that happened in the year 518. I briefly became lucid, and thought to myself, 'I want to check in on that year 518 on google when I wake up.' After that, I was in a car of someone driving around B Avenue by my old neighborhood, and the clown mask guy was in another truck. I wanted to jump from the car I was in, to his car. I kept poking my head out the window and trying to sort of will myself into his truck, but the dream had a boundary that wouldn't let me fly out of the moving car. I kept trying to imagine it but it didn't work. Eventually I imagined that the clown mask might be really scary up close anyway.

I remember something very vague with R A and some balloon people. I think there were orange and pink ones.

In another part, a guy was calling me and making threats. He said he was from A C A and due to the way I treated him at one meeting, he was going to make all the meetings in the future very miserable for me. He said I called him "worthless" which rang true in the dream context but I never called anyone that in waking life. He sounded like F from Massachusets. Hearing how angry he was, I tried to apologize to him, but he wasn't having it. He kept threatening me and I felt some fear.

I remember walking over an elevated garden to get to an arch way that opened into a stone building place. I remember lots of little flowers really close together and it caught my eye. Eventually I was sitting near M F in an auditorium. He had said something really harsh to B F. I told him he might want to speak in a gentler way to people, based on what I had just heard on the phone from the guy threatening me. He didn't seem to want to hear that.

There was a vague memory of a cruise ship thing.

Then there was something where I was laying down on a stair case with a glass thing over me. I was trying to prop it up a little so that air would still get in. I didn't want the glass cover to limit my air. My mom was around and some other people. I think I tried to use my leg to create a gap between the glass and the stair case but it was uncomfortable.

Then I was at some kind of A A thing, in an auditorium again. M was saying how a woman had "gone out". Then there was another woman in a black dress with some white necklace, maybe pearls. She said that she got so tired that she just slept in her wheel chair. A lot of people were using wheel chairs to get around without really being handicapped. The woman said the F word and everybody laughed, encouraging her to get her feelings out. It was a good feeling.

Then it reached a point where I was laying on my back again. Aunt B, in a black dress, came and stood over me. Pressuring me to slide in so she could sit on the bench, too. I realized that I didn't want to move, since I was sick. In the dream context, I had thrown up earlier. (In waking life I wasn't sick at all.) We started to argue with each other and some swear words flew around.

My sister was sitting to my right while Aunt B was to my left arguing with me. My sister was holding a baby and squeezing its face but in a comforting way. The baby started to cry and my sister started to cry, too. She took the baby and walked away. I felt really bad for having that effect, but I knew that I couldn't possibly have moved. I was really sick and needed to stay perfectly still, and breathe very carefully. So it was really my Aunt B's lack of understanding. Still, I regretted the whole thing.

I was drinking a glass of water with hard boiled eggs and cooked beef in it. I had a brown paper bag with more of this mixture. It had been out for over an hour, so I wondered if I was making myself sicker by continuing to sip from it. Then I was sipping from a clear alcoholic liquid, thinking that it was necesary to recover from my illness. After some of that I was sipping a yellow wine drink from a wine glass. (I haven't drank alcohol since February 1 of 2014 but these were just the dream details. Alcohol dreams don't really worry me since I know I'm not gonna drink alcohol in waking life. They are just dream details like any others.)

I guess I had been standing up for myself in the dream. Then I noticed a kid near me, maybe M K, on his cell phone. He was typing something with @ (at) symbols and the name of the tubes full of toxic chemicals they sell in little boxes for people to burn and inhale. I could tell he thought he was "standing up for himself" too but I didn't agree that that was a good thing to "stand up for himself" about. So I was kind of annoyed that he took my example the wrong way.

Then the rows expanded around me. There was a girl who came up to my left. "I'm 10 years old and there's a boy from fourth grade who likes me," she said. She wasn't directing it to me but to the group of people in my area. My mom said something like, "Don't trust him." Something about ulterior motives.

So I woke up very slowly and gradually, playing those in my mind. I didn't get up until 7:30 A M or so! I was just re-playing all the dreams in my mind that I hadn't written yet. I had to battle with my mind to not drift to other things, but overall being able to lay down and keep resting, and just solidify the dreams in my mind, was peaceful. As opposed to hurrying up to write them. Maybe that works best for dreams after 3 A M which tend to stay in my mind more easily, while still allowing me to sleep.

For these dreams, I had to write short hand notes because there were so many of them. I was actually stressed about all the writing, even though I'm happy to have remembered so many.

I looked up the year 518 on Wikipedia and read some stuff. Nothing reminded me of the dream though. I guess the dream just wanted to make me think about history in general, which I don't think much about.

I am driving my Subaru on what feels like a Californian freeway. The lanes seem small, as well as the freeway itself. It may be only a few lanes wide. There are also other, similar freeways traveling in all directions around this one. The resulting surrounding is one of complexity and crowdedness, as well as one of depth - a literal spaghetti bowl of freeway. I am down towards the bottom, where a portion of the sunlight cannot reach. Outside my window, there is a view of the complex concrete in dim lighting that I think would constitute an intriguing and captivating photograph. The proximity and near standstill of traffic allows me to hear a woman in a car somewhere above me cough. Now, as I drive up a slight incline, I realize that my car is not even started. There are no lights on on the display. I turn the key to start it, but it only chokes. Still, the car is accelerating and braking, albeit less than in a fully functioning manner; stepping forcefully on the accelerators seems to give the car less power than it has while climbing a steep hill. I've now parked somewhere out here (there seems to be nothing else around) and watch a few people walk by. I must've stopped to try and resolve my vehicle issue, as I spot a couple standing around that I decide to approach for assistance. The man is perhaps in his late 20s or early 30s, wearing a sleeveless tank top that contributes to his stereotypically redneck appearance. He is accompanied by a cliché blonde girlfriend. I approach and relay my situation, asking if he can help, saying I have my own jumper cables. He coolly and impassively tells me he can help, telling me he too has his own cables, instructing me to bring my car around. I am grateful, though I hadn't expected a decline, as it really is quick and isn't a major inconvenience. Ignoring his unnecessary addition about his own cables, I go to get my vehicle. As I drive back, I am unable to find the man again. There are three tiny and partially filled parking lots on this uneven terrain, and I drive through all of them to no avail.

I am in some building with the cousins. This place feels like an arcade or some type of attraction. It is large, dim, and airy. We pass through a large something that seems like a bounce house when I realize they have left me behind. It produces a bitter sadness, neither of the two components outweighing the other, the combination resulting in an ambivalent resolution. I think I end up talking with some others, though not entirely in an attempt to fill the transient void. Now, I am crawling out of an entrance to this structure. The material does not give like inflated vinyl should - it is hard and slick. There is a small wall on which one must down climb, and this is a sort of game. There is something similar to a jump rope that the climber draws taut across their body, resulting in the removal of their body below that line. The climber must then attempt to climb up/down. I position this rope to have it cut my legs off first, wanting to save my arms. After the line is positioned, the inferior body parts then dissipate, like the common conception of something disappearing by magic.

(fragment) I am in an opulent house, in which there is a room occupying a large corner. There may or may not be a bath tub. There is a bed, with sheets of white and very light hues. The space is very minimal, aiding in its elegance. I think that I am staying here and that this is my room. I think I am showing it to my girlfriend Melissa. It feels like this is downstairs.

Created Wednesday 06 June 2018

Just a few scraps and a dream today.

Scrap Group 1
Walking around the neighborhood during a a sunny day. I then fly high up in the sky, taking a trip across the city. Along the way, I pass over a construction site, a nearby reservoir clearly reflecting the blue sky. Something about Harley Quinn joining me in my travels, despite my reluctance. Indeed, she gets me into a bit of trouble somewhere along the line.Later, I stop at an airport, where I booked a flight to somewhere up in northeastern US. When I arrived, I attacked a white trash-can looking robot, thinking it was a potential threat.bot

Wandering around in an urban area.

Dream 1 - Double Monster Rampage

The visuals were a bit blurred. I was watching a Hispanic superhero-themed horror comedy show. A psychotic (and nude) size-changing guy was going on a rampage. While giant, he devastates entire cities and turns fertile plains into wastelands. One of the heroes, a light skinned, dark haired woman in black spandex and the power of super strength, was chasing after him. The two finally encounter each other in a dirt field. At first, it seemed both were evenly matched. But then, the super strong woman overtly surpasses her limits, causing sudden violent swelling in her muscles. The guy shrinks down to taunt her, poking at the woman's deformed anatomy before she exploded outright.

Cut to another episode, a ridiculous Batman/Godzilla-knockoff crossover. This had the Joker swap bodies with said Godzilla ersatz. But, in lieu of total destruction, he instead plotted to coerce a rich, famous family into giving him cash. Zoom in on a skyscraper's penthouse. Lounging inside were three preteen superstars, all triplets, and the source of said family's wealth. Joker-zilla then smashed the windows and outer walls to the suite, and (somehow being capable of speech) makes his demands. The girls' mother, against all reason, stands up to the kaiju, refusing to budge. In response, she's picked up in the monster's claws' and crushed to death, the woman's jaws and neck hyperextending to a comical degree. The mad monster then eats several chunks of flesh, and audaciously offers some "meat puffs" to the others.

Not sure how this ended.