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    1. Bigger on the inside.

      by , 09-11-2012 at 09:38 PM (Zechariah's Dream Journal)
      Last night was pretty fun. My friend Nicholas was in my dream. He was showing me his video collection. He put some type of high tech disc into this DVD looking disc slot, and the machine opened up into a whole seven foot shelf stacked full with his game collection.
      I began looking through it, and said "Wow, that's a nifty ass disc you got there. It's so small!" We looked towards each other and said "Ha, it's bigger on the inside." at the same time. For those of you who don't know, it's a Doctor Who reference.

      We looked through the collection and put in a game. The game like usual in my dreams put my mind at the controls. It was a very interesting play, to be honest. It was a mixture of a few games put together including one of my favorites, League of Legends. I was running around as one of the characters, Darius. Nicholas showed me a few tricks in the game, one of them being an item that gave your fighter some super badass wings that added to your attack a whole bunch.

      After that I found myself in another scene. This scene is hard to describe, but I'll do my best. I was walking on a scaffold surrounded by absolute void darkness- except for a room that I could see about ten feet above the scaffoled floor. It was lit, but I wasn't at it's level. On the scaffold with me was a little tinker robot. One that you would see on a video game as one of the low leveled enemys that dimly walked around and was defeated with one hit. I walked up to it, it stood about one foot tall- and I gave it a smack. It fell over and began short circuiting and sparking all over the ground so I back up right before it made a small explosion and into the blackness. I walked around and another one appeared around the edge. They didn't bother me, they were just kinda funny looking. I decided that I'd had it with this weird scaffold scene, so I tried to climb into the room up above. I managed to do that, but I can't stress enough how hard and exhausting it was for some reason, lol. And it made me terribly nervous because I didn't want to fall into whatever was down below, it was absolutely black and I knew that it was a very far fall.

      Once I got into the room, 'physically' exhausted- I saw a man talking to another man and woman. It was a well lit room with sofas and a few decoritive plants, a nice carpet and some paintings. At this point I thought to myself, am I dreaming? Because I've been practicing awareness, asking myself that question often enough in the day time. I had the feeling that I was, but the man talking distracted me. He began talking about how I was a lucid dreamer and that I needed to tell everyone about all my experiences. But he said it in a strange way that irritated me, and I was still so exhausted that I just walked out.

      That was the end of the night as far as I remember. I'm glad that I even thought to check myself in a dream. Unfortunetly my mind didn't follow through this time, but I'm getting there.
    2. Strange partial dreams.

      by , 09-10-2012 at 08:37 PM (Zechariah's Dream Journal)
      The first dream I had, I was angry at someone. I don't remember why, but it turned into a dream where I was a the father of a bride in India, and my anger made me miss out on her wedding.

      Another dream I had, there was a cat that me and my brother Jeremy were playing with. It was a little asshole and kept biting and scratching us. It wasn't as bad as it's mother though. The mother wasn't around, but the dream made me think that we had previously owned the mother for a long time. We called her "Master" and the little one had no name yet. Even though he was mean, I liked him. We played for awhile, even though when I say play, I mean he bit me and hissed.


      The later dreams I had... on and off, argueing with my wife and other people. I kept waking up with bad anxiety, realizing nobody was fighting with me, then going back to sleep hoping I didn't have any more of those dreams. But they kept on happening. Last night was kind of a bad night. Hopefully my anxiety doesn't screw with me next time.
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    3. I don't want to join the military.

      by , 09-10-2012 at 12:27 AM (Zechariah's Dream Journal)
      My first dream last night started out in my back yard. I was holding a radio box about the size of a small T.V.- This dream had to do with the fact that in real life, I registered myself for manditory drafting not too long ago. (Even though even if I am ever to be drafted, I can't ever join the military because of my eye disorder)

      A transmition came through from the U.S. military informing me that a platoon was in route to my house, and I was ordered to read aloud one of my fictional short stories to them. I pushed the communication button and replied, "Uhm... no, I'm not in the military. I'm not gonna do that."

      Right after that, all these transmitions poored in about my federal arrest. Like as if I had just commited treason against the U.S.- they told me the platoon was now on their way to take me in for dissobeying a direct order. I began to panic and went inside my house to tell my wife. I told her and then ran outside to tell my parents, they had just pulled up and gotten out of their car. I hollered at them and told them what was going on, they didn't seem to think it was that big of a deal. My mom pointed out the obvious, that I can't even join the military because of my eye disorder and I ran back inside to say goodbye to my wife. I had no idea how long they intended on taking me. The group of soldiers walked into my yard and began to talk with my parents. I expected the worst. I thought to myself, these guys are probably going to treat me like shit because they think I'm a traitor.
      My parents requested they be informed of what goes on in my case and where I'm going to be put. I sarcastically added "And I request the least amount of bloodshed from hazing on the way there, I'll be right back."
      I had to go pee, and I didn't want to have to go pee while being taken captive. Who knows when I'd get to a restroom. I went in the bathroom... and was to nervous to go. So I kissed my wife, and let the soldiers take me. The next scene was me, somehow transformed into a video game with the rest of that platoon. We were all lions on a two deminsional screen, playing some sort of game on a football field. That game fucking hurt! Seriously, they kept clipping my sides and I could feel the sting. I could tell they didn't like me. I just had to keep pushing my way through. After a while of that, the dream back up back into a personal point of view and I was standing next to a software engineer. I said, "What the hell was that? I didn't understand one bit of what was going on in there."
      He told me that this was a new military software that was testing my psyche, I had to play the game like usual. He told me how to play, I don't remember how but then I understood what was going on, so I went back in as a lion. Somehow, I got a team mate this time. My wife's dad, Mike. We kicked their ass this time. I must say, Mike makes a good lion. I can totally see it.

      After that I was released, my charges were dropped. That's the end.
    4. A monster from my childhood. The crazy lady was right this time.

      by , 09-09-2012 at 09:01 PM (Zechariah's Dream Journal)
      This dream started out down the street from my house. I was going for a walk around the block like I do nearly every day. Nothing seemed out of place, and the begining has very little to do with the rest of the dream. I walked my elementry school that's down the street from my house, and as I passed the front office- my oldest friend Marykate Pennington walked by on the other side of the road. I said Hey! what's going on? She said Hey! I just got back from Washington. And she started telling me about her trip. (Everything seemed pretty accurate, she had been living in Washington for a few months.)
      We walked down my street and I felt very very weak for some reason. I told her to go to my house and ask my mom to make her some food and we'll catch up in a bit, she didn't look so good either.
      I walked past my wife and her sister Amie laying on the sidewalk on the corner accross the street from the school, and I layed down next to her. We talked for a minute, and I fell asleep even though I wasn't sleeping. She poked me a couple times to see if I was awake, and I was awake then but I was going to turn around and yell BOO! But I tried to jump up and found I was too weak at this point. I lifted my head but then it feel back to the ground. Then I laughed and told her what I was trying to do and that I didn't feel good, then we began walking back to my house. On the way back down my street, I noticed that a few of my neighbors small brick walls had been broken on the edges. A few bricks layed on the sidewalk with no explination, like something big had plowed through them.
      As I got closer to my house, I noticed a short elderly lady standing in front of the church across the street from my house. (My house in real life is on the corner surrounded by three churches and a school. It's a weird corner.)
      The lady was pointing up in the tree shouting, "MONSTER, MONSTER, IT'S THERE! IN THE TREE! Why wouldn't anyone listen?!"
      I started walking towards her while looking into the tree, and just then a huge green worm like creature; probably twenty feet long and three feet wide leaped from the tree and with supernatural speed ran through the church's courtyard. "What the fuck!?" I yelled, still weak- I was holding on to things to keep myself moving. It circled the church and rapidly multiplied into an enormous green Cthulhu looking beast. As big as the building and much too quick for anyone around it to escape. It had dozens, maybe a hundred limbs and each was as big or bigger than the first worm I saw. It made me remember a dream that I had when I was little, I have seen what that worm was doing before.
      But in the dream years ago, nobody found out what it was. There was a mysterious death in the church yard with a huge grooved ditch going through the grass. I now realized what it was, and I knew the old lady was aware of that past dream as if it was a reality. I looked up at the beast as it flailed it's limbs and grabbed another man and woman right behind me and slammed the woman into the cement directly in front of me. I knew her, she was the mother of my next door neighbor. It pained me to see but I had to go, she was dead. My wife and I reached my house and informed my family. I was standing in my kitchen panicking when I saw icons come up in front of my face like a game. I needed to choose and option of what to do next, but I didn't know what to do. They didn't even have names on them. That was the last thing I remember about this dream. It was fucking epic now that I'm awake thinking about it, but very intense while I was in it.

      One thing that's baffling me is how my mind continued a story from so many years ag at that church- and randomly brought it into a huge monsterous conclusion last night. It's beautiful.
    5. Repeats.

      by , 09-08-2012 at 08:23 PM (Zechariah's Dream Journal)
      Last night I was looking at a mansion, and a strange thing was that the next two dream scenes each happened two times in a row. Each time, with a slightly difference circumstance. There were a small bunch of old rich folk sitting out on a big dining padio connected to the house, chatting and eating. A few younger adults, also well dressed but a majority were elderly. One of the older gentlemen stood up and invited a few into his private parlar, and walked inside while the others continued in what seemed like a very in depth discussion. I overheard them reading a note. It was a threat note. They were discussing the dangers of a killer on the loose, that had threatened to show up at their public exhibits in the down stairs hall. The first time I saw this, it ended after I over heard this and began to replay. The second time, this same set of events almost exactly happened the way it did before. But this time, I went to investigate. I waited outside on the steps, a large touring group walked in and out of the building. Then I saw him, this strange looking shirtless man. He looked like a super pale punker kid and acted like one too. He walked into the downstairs hall and started writing on the glass in an alarming way, I knew he was the killer.

      This dream changed quite a bit. Here's the second scene in the same place, that also happened twice in a row. I was accompanied by my dream friend, and both him and I were in some type of superhuman group. We could both go super-fast. We were now standing inside of the hall, and I pointed out the threat to him. I was about to take the guy out, but he said not to worry about it, "I got this.". He was a black guy, dressed a little bit like Frozone from that movie The Incredibles. Hahah, I wasn't wearing stupid clothes though so it's okay. I sped over to the corner of the room to watch as he easily swooped the threatening punk out of his path and handed him to the authorities outside. We started walking away thinking well of the day, but he kept on turning around in indecision. Like he didn't know which way we were supposed to go. I said "Where you goin, dude?". He stopped, thought about it- then we took off down the hall.

      The second scene of this part happened exactly like the first, except once my dream friend began to become confused about direction- I told him "We're about to go this way, come on." It felt good to be able to live one moment twice. Seems like the second times happened just a bit more smoothly.
    6. A weird test.

      by , 09-07-2012 at 10:33 PM (Zechariah's Dream Journal)
      Last night, I had a dream that I recieved a weird and eerie message from an unknown sender instructing me to do a series of random things for reasons unknown. Such as, to go to this specific place. Or find that specific thing. Now that I'm awake, I don't remember directly being informed of any threats- but I knew that the thing that was leading me was supernatural, and I was aware of fatal consequence if I were to fail. Also, I was aware of the possibility that once I finished doing these things that I would confront the one giving instructions. I had an image in my head of a cloaked shadow-like mass and I knew that was the mystery transmitter's image for some reason. Unfortunetly I don't remember exactly what the tasks entailed, but I remember my family being around me telling me not to proceed, it was too dangerous.
      I made a decision to go along with it, not because I was being forced, but because I wanted to hunt this thing that seemed to have so much power over me and beat it. The two scenes I remember out of my search for it were both very cloudy and dim. I found a small abandoned house with old decaying furniture and other items filling it up. Like a house you would see on that show "Horders", but if the horder lived on a creepy coast line, then died- and left the house there for fifty years. Tons of cobwebs and annoying obstacles. I remember rummaging through them. I found a box, but don't remember what was in it. The other scene I remember, I was walking down a rocky edge of the coast that was right outside of that house. It was pretty, no sun was out and it was raining a bit.

      I eventually got to the end of the tasks, and I remember looking at my computer screen again. At the end, it turned out that I was welcomed into some sort of strange leading order of the dream realm by my tester. The person who secretly vouched for me to be tested was my sister Rose, so she knew what was going on the whole time. Back at my computer, the screen was at this website, dreamviews- with a few minor differences. And my name "Nerq" changed from it's orange color, to a weird purple color.

      Now... I know that it sounds really boring, a supernatural being made me go to a couple places and then accepted me into a dream order on... the internet. But it didn't seem so dull in the dream. I was so proud of myself for some reason. Ophelia, the staff member I talked to a while back on here was part of this weird dream order that sent the test. I thought that was kinda funny when I woke up.

      Later that night after my WBTB alarm, I had a second smaller dream. This one was less intense. I met my co-worker Jeremy at a burger place that he liked. A few of his friend's had come, I recognized them as if I had met them before and they recognized me the same even though I've never seen them before in my life. We were celebrating Jeremy's gay wedding that was coming up. I sat down and met his one of his new friends, and that guy went to get the food at the counter. I could tell Jeremy looked nervous, like he wasn't having a good time. It looked like he was unhappy about something, so I tried to calm his nervs about the huge changes going on. Talked a little about my own marriage and then I left. That was the end of the dream. This was also kind of funny because Jeremy isn't gay in real life.
    7. Nicholas and I hung out with the wrong guys.

      by , 09-07-2012 at 02:30 AM (Zechariah's Dream Journal)
      These scenes started out with Nick (a friend of mine that recently moved to Minnesota) and I meeting up with two other guys. Nick, for some reason looked a bit older than he is. And looked a little bit more like a vulcan than he does. I have no explanation for that.
      We met up with these russian guys that were taking us around to private clubs and such. I could tell by the begining that we shouldn't have been hanging out with them, but it was fine I guess. We walked around this euro-styled town, into a couple shops and then finally found ourselves in a small but fancy little eating area. It was all white and blue. White benches, white tinted walls with blue trim. It was pretty cool, until the dream went absolutely weird. Someone walked in our booth, shot one of the guys we were hanging out with. His body goreishly exploded and his hand with a white glove was the only thing left. For some reason or another in that dream, I knew that the aggression that made that shooter shoot, had now fled into the hand of the blown up body. The hand began to run away, I chased it down- knowing that it was a danger to everyone.
      I found myself running up an american suburban driveway, in a neighborhood similar to mine. I saw the hand climb up someone's house and dive into their garage. Then I heard a women screaming in the garage.
      At this point, I want to take a second to point out... the last scene, this scene and the next scene make absolutely no sense pertaining to each other. But they did at the time.

      Back to the screaming. I run up to the garage, and notice that the things that I need to do in order to save this women are being highlighted in my vision. Like a videogame, telling you to go here, pull this, jump on this-etc.
      So I see a lever being highlighted on the garage door, I jump up and pull it down. The garage door opens and I run in an smash the hand while it tries to graphically assault the woman. Being thoroughly disturbed now, my consciousness backed up. As if I was looking at a screen. I was looking at this screen, with the creepy hand, and some weird people around it as video game characters. I start reading the words next to the pictures and it describes partially what had been going on. It was a plot summary. My wife comes up behind me and sees my innapropriete screen, and gets upset that I'm watching such a pervert game. ... This dream really fucked me over(Haha). But it was interesting none the less.

      After that, I went back into the screen I guess. But it changed. I was walking down some street that reminded me of a san fransisco/thailand ghetto. A bunch of strange deformed pornagraphic adds that weren't actual people, just... weird picasso style genitalia going for each other. I kept walking, hoping to get out of this place and saw some weird bars. There was this one pimp that looked like a circus clown, his hair was all bright orange and green and he had a white vest on with a bunch of accessories. He was in a hooker bar. It kind of seemed like this whole neighborhood was a hooker bar. I'm pretty sure the dream ended after a few more steps.
    8. The later scenes of my house.

      by , 09-07-2012 at 02:00 AM (Zechariah's Dream Journal)
      My wife and I were sitting in bed after that weird bathroom thing happened, when my parents walked in.

      I could tell my mom was upset. She explained that she was upset over my sister lying about somewhere she was going. It seemed like my mom thought of her as a child in this dream or something, because my mom has dealt with us lying about where we're going before. And never got that emotional. But anyways, my mom just kind of rested her head down on her hand and my dad told her... something along the lines of, she shouldn't get so upset over it- it's not that big of a deal. Which is strange and completely out of character for my dad.
      They left, and I did what my sister and I have always done after finding out that our parents are mad at one of us for something we were unaware of yet. I called her. But the process of calling her was so frustrating. I had a blackberry, but the buttons didn't make any sense.
      A while later we found my sister at the park down the street from my house and I told her what was up. Still trying to figure out my stupid blackberry, the buttons were changing. That's why I couldn't figure it out.
      My sister looked the way she did when she was... around seventeen, eighteen or so. I don't keep up with her hairstyles in a timeline so I'm not sure, but somewhere around there. Pointing that out because she's twenty and I have a niece that didn't exist in this dream.
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      non-lucid
    9. My house, made weird by the dream state.

      by , 09-07-2012 at 01:44 AM (Zechariah's Dream Journal)
      So last night I had probably five different major things happen in my house, so the order of them is a little bit jumbled in my head. As far as I know, the first part went like this.

      I told my wife goodnight, she went to bed. Shortly after that, I was alone in the house- but I got a visitor. My old friend Eric came over and we talked a while, and smoked a little bit(Which is a little off, because I quit smoking marijuana a short while back because it was giving me extreme anxiety attacks.). After we hung out for a while, he took off. Suddenly I remembered, "Wow, this is strange. I'm not panicking."
      So I called my sister and told her about it, kind of excited even though it made little sense. After I hung up I started to panic a bit(Haha, dreams). But at that point my wife woke up and got mad at me, because she had been trying to sleep in that room the whole time. I realize now that she hadn't, but it was a dream so I went with it. I said sorry, I had no idea why I didn't realize that. My mind made up the excuse that I just wasn't used to our new sleeping arrangements. Anyways, after that- she had to use the restroom. But for some reason, we had an ill feeling that something might be waiting in the bathroom.
      So I grabbed the knife off of my desk and walked in slowly to find a small, thin, wooden labyrinth going through my bathroom to the side with the toilet. Of course though, on the thin wooden panels going all the way through were mirrors. I could have sworn I saw something move other than myself when first entering the bathroom. Entering the mirror labyrinth*. Now that I remember my dream, I did see something move. But I attributed it to my mind playing tricks on me. I walked all the way through and found nothing, and walked back out. That whole scene made me pretty nervous for some reason, even after I found that nothing was there. Probably just my subconscious telling me that something in my bathroom looked wrong. lol. That was the end of that dream.

      But at one point later, I had a false awakening where I was telling my wife about my weird dreams of this night. She told me that she assumed I was having some weird dreams, because I was yelling "Fuck your mother!" in my sleep. This is funny to me, excuse my language.

      Updated 09-07-2012 at 01:47 AM by 57343

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      non-lucid , false awakening
    10. My mother's flying machine.

      by , 09-07-2012 at 01:29 AM (Zechariah's Dream Journal)
      I meantioned in a forum post, I've been experimenting with apples and apple juice for a couple days and have had some great success with the number of dreams that I'm able to have in one period of sleep. Last night's first dreams started out like this;

      My mother and I were visiting her friend in Europe. We had stopped in a cafe' and had lunch with whoever her friend was, I don't remember the breakfast scene but somehow I knew what her friend looked like. My memory of the dream starts with us about to head back to America. But before we started back, my mom wanted to show me around this little town of diners that were all replicas of iconic eateries around the world. They had some very pretty looking places, I specifically remember one my mom pointed out. It was three stories high, and more yellow than the yellow brick road. I'm just getting to the good part now though, for some reason, we were doing all of this in a high tech motored parasailing vehicle! We flew over europe for awhile, but then set off over the waters back home. (In the dream, I guess you could internationally travel within just a few minutes. I wasn't think very hard. It was just a fun experience). Near the end it became a little less fun when I realized I didn't have much of a hold onto the vehicle. The straps were hard to explain, but I think at one point I ended up literally holding myself up on rigid strings.
    11. Riding Volibear, the armored bear. (Without his armor)

      by , 09-06-2012 at 03:56 AM (Zechariah's Dream Journal)
      The last dream I had during my nap today was a journey to meet my brother at his house. The trip started out with actual streets I'm familiar with, but after awhile I got caught up in the setting so much I didn't notice that the reason why I never got there was because the roads after a certain cross street turned into a random dream zone. The interesting part of this dream, is I was riding a white bear. Not just any white bear though. He came from one of my favorite video-games League of Legends. Volibear , "The Thunder's Roar". And, interestingly enough my dream mixed both League of Legends with the mount movements of World of Warcraft. I was riding him like a mount on WoW, but I activated his sprinting ability most of the way there, crossing intersections with cars going by like normal. Can't believe I didn't notice this was a dream, but whatever.
      When we sprinted, "Phage" activated. An ability on LoL that has an animation of red flame coming from the characters limbs. Without playing these games, this dream probably wouldn't make sense to most. But I thoroughly enjoyed riding a magical bear through the streets of Long Beach.
    12. Small dream about my meds.

      by , 09-04-2012 at 06:14 PM (Zechariah's Dream Journal)
      I haven't been dreaming a lot, but last night I remember a tiny fragment of a dream. I walked into my restroom feeling disoriented and picked up my anxiety pills. I don't know why I did what I did next, but I picked up the pills and took a few more than I should have. I knew it was too much. Then after swallowing them I came to my senses and wished I didn't. Good thing it was just a dream.

      Also I remember taking a sip of a drink that I don't currently have in my fridge. Just a couple fragments for today.
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      non-lucid , dream fragment
    13. The 'I should punch you in the face' saga continues?

      by , 09-03-2012 at 03:43 AM (Zechariah's Dream Journal)
      I also had a second dream this morning that I didn't have time to record. It was very short. My brother Jeremy and I were standing at a kitchen counter. He was making food, I guess it was his kitchen- even though it was just a random dream kitchen. I looked to my left and an old aquantance of ours walked up and stood next to me. I remembered that I didn't like him very much, and that our other good friend Bob owed him a punch to the face that he never ended up recieving. I remembered telling Bob a long time ago that if Bob didn't want to, that guy was enough of a douche to deserve a good punch and even I would give it to him if need be. So I stood there thinking about taking the swing...

      The guy turned to face me, and his character changed into someone I'd never met before. A somewhat stout looking asian guy. In the dream I thought to myself, oh... the lighting must have played tricks on me. Now that I think about it, it wasn't the lighting- just a dream.

      Again, yesterday was a rough day. Hopefully punching people won't be the theme of my dreams tonight.
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      non-lucid , side notes
    14. Some blonde asshole in a tank top.

      by , 09-02-2012 at 11:22 PM (Zechariah's Dream Journal)
      So my mother, sister and I were down the street about a mile from my house. My mother was standing in front of a box store right next to one of my favorite book stores and I get the impression she was arranging something for their window display. Rose(Sister) and I were sitting on the curb and I got a brilliant idea to write down. I began to write out this idea on the sidewalk using my blood with the begining letters "F - U", but then I forgot what I was writing. I also didn't think it was weird to be using blood to write, I'm not even sure where it was coming from.
      I stared at my two letters and wondered so hard what I was just about to write. I needed to finish it, otherwise it would just look like I was writing a big F U on the sidewalk. As I sat there pondering, a young man walked up to us. Blonde, about my heighth. Douchey looking, with a hip tank top and skater shorts. He started going on and on about how rediculous and idiotic we were for putting graffiti all over that area. He took a rag and started whiping some actual graffiti off the post next to us even though that had nothing to do with us. I only wrote two letters. He wouldn't stop going on and on about it, so I walked up to him informing him if he didn't shut his **** mouth, I would beat the **** out of it. (I had a rough day prior to going to sleep, I can see where the aggression came from). He continued to run his mouth, and then said it was fine if I came at him. He put his hand up as if I was going to hit him, so I grabbed it and threw him onto this back. That was the end of the dream.
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      non-lucid
    15. My first Star-Wars dream.

      by , 08-30-2012 at 05:59 PM (Zechariah's Dream Journal)
      It was a pretty fast pase dream. I believe my role in it began as the head of the royal gaurd, in charge of personally escorting Queen Amidala to her safe room on the second floor of the castle. It started out fairly fast pace, there was an eminent assasination attempt in the process, and we hurrying threw the palace.
      Running up a flight of stairs, we encountered one of her hand-maids that began to distract us- i kept running and informed the women of what was going on. She ran right behind me, both of us on the protective side of the Queen (Between her and the open pillars we ran past). At every turn I informed them both to keep their heads down.
      We got to the end of the long outside isle and ran into the palace. Inside the palace there was a safe room, probably about twenty feet long and wide. The two of them waited as I walked out and signalled success to the gaurd. When I walked back in, Queen Amidala's character was being played by my wife. She got a lot more farmiliar and friendly, still being the Queen of course. She told me to come sit next to her. We sat down in safety,

      I put my arm around the Queen.
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