I' in a giant, maze-like house with a host of people of various ages, ranging from maybe four to thirty. We're in the garden, with is a strong slope, with a pool on multiple levels, with water bridges and waterfalls connecting all the levels. It's a pool party, despite the overcast, gray and white sky. I'm in one of the most upper level of the pool, il a frilly, light gray bathing suit. Close to me is a buch of teenagers bullying a twenty-something, too nice to tell them to fuck off. They are ganging up on him, trying to pull him underwater. He's strugling against them but he seem to affraid to hurt them to really push them away and it looks like the bullies are going to manage tu hurt him. I grab the one closer to me and roughly pull him underwater, pushing on his head until I feel him hit the bottom of the pool. I swim to the other and scratch and slap my way to the older man, pulling him away. I'm suddently out of the pool, shivering because my bathing suit is still wet, and trying to convince a four years old girl to sit at a table with other kids to eat the party cake. She's sturbborn and pouty, the owner of the house, a old, artificial blonde woman is fussing over her and throwing me dirty looks while being useless. I ask the kid who is here favorite princess, and the tells me that's Elsa, and I manage to have her smile. The owner start complaining that now the little girl is going to sing the damn song, and she tottaly does but she also get up on the chair and settle down to eat her cake. I hate bullies with a burning, downright sadistic passion.
I've gotten really lax about making regular dream journal entries. I know they're really important for lucid dreaming... even if all of my dreams aren't lucid. I honestly don't remember much about what I dreamed about last night, possibly because I woke up because my neck hurt. No lucid last night, though. I don't remember a lot. I remember a color theme of dark blue and blue-black. My lack of memory isn't surprising, since those colors might mean that I spent time in a dim dream without much detail. Something about an outfit or costume someone gave me. Something about putting on black striped leggings/tights. The original pair got shrunk in the dryer, but in the dream they fit again. There may have been horses. I'll think about it throughout the day, and maybe fragments of it will come back to me.
Updated 10-24-2015 at 05:59 PM by 32101
So in that nap i took.. it was about an appartment i lived with my bro i guesss... when suddenly we opened the entry door and crawled out like kids and saw ppl gettin out we crawl back in and someone pushed opened the door said u have to leave cuz there is some bee's or fly's virus that they are coming lol.. so we got out then we got in and analyzed it etc, and they call police or something to help us with some tools to fix the hydraulics or whatever, so a person who lived with us almost got shot by sniper for enterin the appartment, and they wanted to destroy it.. so eh rushed inside it with his 1 automatic gun (i was the camera lol) and started hacking his appartment papers that he is owner and shooting lol... well thats it ;D
Morning of October 24, 2015. Saturday. I am seemingly about sixteen years old again and back in Florida in my backyard in Cubitis. My mother (July 14, 1916-October 2, 2002) is in our house, in our living room. I am looking east at a rather narrow diagonal trail of black smoke that otherwise resembles the pattern of a contrail (though is touching the ground). Additionally, there is a thicker column of smoke rising up near a farmhouse, though the farmhouse itself appears to be mostly undamaged. About three times, I try to get my mother’s attention as she is sitting near the open windows in the south area of the living room. I want her to understand that a missile came down in the distance. I drawl the word rather loudly, pronouncing it MISS-sigh-ul. Still, I am not sure of the circumstances as I do not recall seeing it hit, though I do expect another one soon, yet this does not occur at any point. I do not feel threatened or in danger; I just want to inform people of what is going on. I wait for signs of explosions in the distance. Instead, a young male figure in black who is wearing a top hat walks from the area and eventually becomes more visible and discernible as he approaches our backyard. He is reminiscent of a young David Cassidy (but with the essence of a “dark magician”). He has a slightly menacing appearance. A narrow perfectly vertical tall column of black smoke rises from his top hat as he approaches (possibly a play on chimney pot hat or stove pipe hat). Soon, the situation changes. I am in a mostly empty room (seemingly partly modeled after my father’s original room in Cubitis - but this is only a subtle impression) where there are two annoying male human heads attached to a long mostly horizontal stream of dark gray smoke. They seem aggressive and dominating. The faces are approaching me but I easily knock them back mentally (and with a hand motion) and “flatten” them. At one point, each is like a long series of two-dimensional cutouts of faces (somewhat caterpillar-like) that are thrown back onto the wall by my will, each expressing a slightly different visage of worried surprise. Later, my dream becomes even more surreal. There are some sort of possibly alien beings (though they look human) attempting to control everyone in a town. However, I am able to mentally cause these threatening beings to hallucinate and perceive things in ways that cause them to fail in their intended conquest (including scampering chipmunks and menacing low-flying kites). This happens twice (possibly one is a dream “reset”). They do become aware of what I am doing but act as if they are curious about my ability rather than annoyed or angered. They leave with no success of even one attempt to conquer even one person. Finally, a “bad” or demon-like male (though mostly of normal human appearance) is easily thrown out of an underground chamber by a slight focus of my will and “replaced” by a (unknown) dark-haired young girl with leather “letter X” patterns in her apparel (over chest, legs, and arms, somewhat shoelace-like). She is followed through the doorway to my right by small iridescent butterflies, some sort of abstract “creatures” crawling on the wall (which look like paired human fingers moving along somewhat beetle-like) and other small, bizarre, and surreal but living forms. I am aware of other benevolent entities coming to “take control” of all apparently negative realms, which then creates a youthful and pleasant energy everywhere. (More and more, I notice how dreams seem to color a person’s mood and level of energy.)
Updated 08-25-2017 at 07:35 PM by 1390
Had long dream where I was trying to kill a child...my motivation was fear... The was a child smiling I though out of devilment initally. I was trying to kill them by bludgeoning them with a chair. I was careful to cover the area with plastic bags to avoid blood going everywhere . the child continued to smile. i killed them. afterwards i realised they were smiling because they loved me and didnt mind how much pain i caused them. i resurected a child...they were not quite the same but i tryed. [cooment i believe i have been hurting myself with my own negative thoughts and lack of self love. but my subconscious still loves me. i will try to be more aware of my emotions.
I was at home when I got visit from friend whom I know from elementary school. We had spoken about something. I was glad he was visiting me, it is quite long we have seen each other. Then he asked me to visit him at his home and I felt that I should go. So we went there. The surrounding, the nature was very nice, clean... with clean fancy colours. I was able to see cleanly every branch, every leaf on trees... every leaf of grass. Very sharply. The road got worse and worse. Its edges were crumbling... I traveled in the center of the road, going around patches of holes in it with skill. The road started to be excavated on the edges and the holes started to be deeper. The excavated edges were meters deep. I saw every stone there... every grain of sand, everything clean and sparkling. And the drivable road got narrower and narrower. I saw as the edges were crumbling and falling off when I drove too close to them but there was no possibility to make it different. There was no more possibility to take another road. There was no possibility to go back- the road was crumbling down slowly behind me. I managed to get to the house of my friend. He was waiting there for me. I went up the slope following him to his house. I saw other close friend of mine. She was standing there on the path side and me when she saw me, she turned her back to me as if she didn't see me... to ignore me. I smiled sadly... And went around her and away wordlessly. She was looking at my back as I was going further away... It looked like she couldn't go away from that place. She was forced somehow to go after us. She looked at us, while I was speaking with other friend... and I was using words with two meanings, whole double meaning sentences... she understood what I was trying to say to her even if she tried to ignore me. We were alone at the end, she and I. She didn't try to ignore me anymore. I didn't speak anymore. There was no need. There was understanding between us, flow of thoughts, feelings and memories. Two distinct us with shared awareness. remarks - it was very vivid dream. Everything was pictured very sharply in it. - roads were crumbling, only tight way remained before me- I wonder... - that mind sharing was very spiritual, it is long time here since I felt something like this.
It was a short lucid event...as mine tend to be...but encouraging nevertheless (and anticipated). Yesterday, for the first time during the day, I managed to jerk out of my daytime “dream” on about 10 occasions (the “dream” that isn't “awareness”) I usually get so caught up in daytime living that I only manage a few. I only practiced the awareness for a few minutes each time...looking around, thinking “this is a dream,” noting body sensations (particularly the feet) but the real breakthrough was the fact that the “trigger” occurred much more frequently. Maybe reading about the brain is helping...”use it or lose it” as the book says and I'm much more aware how neurons, axons and dendrites work and how critical it is to stimulate the brain by repetition. I think I really pushed my brain sections when I first learned the dream routines. I remember how tired I often felt, how sometimes I awoke feeling really ill and (what I called) the “flashing” in my eyes. I now know that neurons were being frantically sequestered from other tasks to cope with my new demands. The basics are now firmly implanted so hopefully, when health problems etc are resolved I'll be even more back on track. I was dreaming about a town and I had somehow entered a place where I sensed I shouldn't be and I was poking about in some equipment and I broke a piece off. I retreated apparently still clutching a bar of metal and decided to return to the (hall?) and replace it but I couldn't find the place again. That's a major DS for me and might have started the LD process. The dream was more vivid than usual and I remember tossing the metal into a nearby bush then thinking “I'm dreaming!” By now, I can keep the excitement at a reasonable level and I resolved to look around and not dash off (another first really). Then I thought “RC” (good) and decided to levitate. I had resolved to try 2 or 3 RC's and maybe suddenly change the order (further validating the lucidity) but I'm happy that I full-filled most of my training. I rose cautiously but started to go out of control a bit so I abandoned that and focussed on a nearby pub. It was beautifully clad in small bright green tiles and all there was a small war memorial alongside it. Then I felt the dream ending. Damn! I have same old 2 problems...the shortness of my LD's and the fact that they are generally at the top of the night (usually after at least 7 hours sleep + a WBTB). I assumed it was lack of melatonin but I now have 1.9mg tablets which I've occasionally taken at various times throughout the night with no effect so far. I'm going to try 2 tabs one night (although the Spanish chemist was apparently shocked when asked for 4mg tabs and, knowing how even Spanish painkillers are at higher strengths than allowed in the UK, I'm understandably cautious) Hopefully, the “awareness” trigger is here to stay and I can further extend the periods of awareness. So...a good result for me and maybe a sign of more to come P.S. I had a “romantic” dream 2 nights ago...not sex...but hey! that's over-rated (I can afford to say that at my age) But, I'd rather have a romance with a good plot than a quick “wham bam thank you DC” but can I have it lucid next time?
Non-dream Non-lucid Lucid Dream 1: Tiny captives A girl (my gf?) and I are tiny creatures held captive by a regular sized person I believe. We think he's a real asshole. He keeps us in what looks like a sort of small fridge. We meet another small creature there. We plan our escape. The girl and I go first. I cup my hands and am holding an orange gooyie liquid. Part of our escape. The guy that's keeping us captive (not sure but I think a white guy with a stubble beard and black nerdy plastic glasses) looks at me. I stay still for a moment. He ignores me. Ok on to the next room. We can't manage to continue there. I have to accomplish something on a macbook, but I'm fighting to correctly size the window. In the mean time the guy notices our escape. We have written a letter or something alike on the macbook, which needs to be finished. Remotely, the guy deletes a portion of the 2 page document. I delete a portion of him, hampering his attempt to catch us. Why do we always have bad luck. I open my black backpack. It's filled with a clear block of ice. Not a neatly cut one, but more natural. There are also 2 or 3 pairs of shoes in there. Ours and the basterd. Lets keep those and sell them. Or give them to a homeless person and make a picture. Dream 2: Taekwondo I have taught a girl some taekwondo moves. I specifically recall teaching her about backside and frontside kicks. At the end, she has a match. She doesn't implement my techniques perfectly, but it's not bad. Not black belt material though. Her moves have in actuality not that much to do with taekwondo Dream 3: Dreadful dreads I'm with a guy who is having a look at my dreads. He tells me that the person who does my dreads has messed them up real bad. It looks horrible. He tells me I should be selective in who I allow to do my dreads. I tell him I looked for the best back in Indonesia and that my friend recommended that person. He retouches a few dreads at the front, to show me what he can do. Ideally he'd cut them off and start over. He tells me to let him know if I wanna continue with him. We're on the bus. He walks to the front to exit. It's only now that I really have a look at him. A dark skinned guy (reminds me of Alfredo from the serie Elementary) with dreads that are very long, but he's got them in a bundle with a hairtie. My girlfriend is next to me. I tell her I should go to a lot of different guys to ask them to demonstrate their skills. In the end: free dreads! Fragment » I'm at a trainstation with my girlfriend. Not sure where we're going. The system is unlike any I've ever seen. I have to make sure we take the right train. Normally I don't analyse my dreams that much, but the dreads and the train seem connected to me. As in having to make a choice about what to do with them. I've been doubting about what to do with them for a while now. » The setting looks a bit Indonesian. It's daytime and I'm not taking part, I'm just witnessing this as if I'm watching tv. A brown skinned, muscular young guy surprises a bit of an older woman by giving her a hug from behind. This is his preschool and he's come by for a visit, or he ended up here by accident. Dream 4: Contacts I'm going through my phone, through my contact list. I'm surprised to see that I have the number of a girl I met in Indonesia, who I didn't talk to that much. I look at her (Whatsapp?) picture. She is wearing skates. It feels like the picture expands 1 or 2 times or changes a bit to give me more info. There's a low wall next to her, with a rail. She grinded the rail and just landed. That's why she is in this weird position so low to the ground. A girl who I don't recognise makes fun of me for looking at the picture. I continue. There's the name of a girl I went out with once. Holy shit she looks amazing. She has a thin black.. Shirt, top? Upperbody covering fabric, let's keep it at that. She's sitting on I think a barstool, holding her hands above her head. It causes her boobs to have a weird shape, cause she is not wearing a bra. But holy shit are they big!
Was trying to OBE/AP suddenly i wake up in other bed (like a soldier lol) where everyone has to get up and go for their duties... i wake up slowly... look abit around and go somewhere... i was like what the H is this drean? couldnt see everything nicely but i was on a Boat or something.. then i went around to see whats up and found nothing interesting, looked for any female and woke up.. tried to LD then, i had another LD but i forgot it totally.. then i had some vivid weird dreams .
Another lucid last night. Went in and out of full and semi lucidity, but maintained a thread of awareness throughout. I became lucid while looking in a mirror in a hallway. That is a common thing for me. Mirrors always induce lucidity. They're one of the absolutely fool-proof things for me. The mirror turned out to be in the hallway of one of my home bases, so I started off with the advantage that I was already at least partially anchored. I don't really remember, I think the mirror was near the door to the outside, because I believe that's the door that I opened later on. I should have paid more attention. Anyway, I immediately tested my suspicion that I was dreaming by attempting to push my arm through the surface of the mirror. There was slight resistance on the surface, and then my arm sank in. The mirror looked like quicksilver as I pushed my arm through it. Satisfied with the knowledge that I was dreaming, I spent a while playing with my appearance and examining myself in the mirror. I eventually managed to turn myself into more of a caricature of myself than my actual appearance, which I found very entertaining. While I was playing around with my eyes - moving them around, changing the size and shape, etc - I could hear my brother's voice narrating in the background that he at least liked this current character design better than the last (implying that he really didn't like either). I waved it off and kept playing around. I was really satisfied by my handiwork because I had trouble with this before. I then spent a little bit more time dressing myself up as a sort of elven-looking sorcerer. Just as fun as cosplay, and several hundred dollars cheaper! After spending some time tweaking my heroic cloak/cape thing (I settled on something asymmetrical and held up on one side by a nice brooch that I own in real life), I decided to meet up with some friends at a tavern. I opened the door to go outside, and The Blackness happened. Some people call it The Void. Instead of the outdoors or the tavern that I wanted, everything beyond the door was pitch black. I stepped through the door into The Blackness, hoping it would dissipate. Instead, it enveloped me, and everything went dark. I tried vividly imagining my hands and moving them around in front of me. I briefly saw them appear before they faded back into the darkness. Waving them around some more didn't make them reappear. I decided to try something I have never tried before. Instead of trying to make it go away, I would condense The Darkness into a form where it could no longer impede me. I held out my hands and tried drawing it into a form in my hands. It didn't work, possibly because I was unable to see my hands. I then put my hands behind my back and focused on trying to summon it that way. I felt fur and a small warm body. The Darkness disappeared as it was channeled into the form of a cat. I brought the cat around to the front. It was skinny, with soft shiny black fur and gold eyes. I petted it and set it on the ground, and it ran off. Now I could see, through the open door, not blackness but the brightly lit inside of the tavern. It had polished wooden floors and brightly burning candles and torches. I rushed to the booth everybody was sitting in and scooted in. The booths were tall, made of dark stained wood, and seats were made of leather. While we were waiting for our server, I lost the thread of lucidity and the dream faded. I don't really remember the rest of what I dreamed about that night. ____ I'm pleased that I finally solved a long-standing problem and completed a successful completely-controlled scene change. I've felt so stupid about struggling with these basic things after even several years and the ability to WILD with regular success. I'm looking forward to honing my skills further, as this has been a serious road-block for me. One thing I can say is that my ability to maintain dream stability and my thread of awareness has gotten SIGNIFICANTLY better.
I've been super stressed over school work and such that I haven't been able to get lucid or even have great dream recall. The following are some dream fragments of which I can recall over the past few nights. - My brother kept insulting me and making me upset, to the point that I was in tears and I wanted to make him stop. I was so frustrated and angry with him. - Having a concerto competition but remembering that I had not memorized all of my music yet, and having a panic attack about performing - I was a gun slinger, and I had acquired a one-handed, sawed off shot gun, and my friend said to try it out on her (as in actually shoot her) I did, and when she got upset that she was hurt she started spreading lies about how I did it intentionally to kill her, nevermind the fact that she had asked me to do it. -There was one moment I had actually mentioned that I was in a dream, yet my mind didn't let me trigger myself into lucidity. *Hopefully I can get over my stress to have some lucid dreams again, and get to lucid city.
Notes: - Is it normal to feel skeptical of a lucid dream after you’ve had it? The past couple of times I’ve wondered. - Is it normal to feel less “awake” once you’ve stabilized a dream? I certainly felt that way this time. [Fragments, fragnments] [Change setting; plot 1 begins]: I’m in this rather huge house (40+ rooms I’d say) and there’s this gala/party going on in the main living space. I’m just wandering around as the dreaming mind does, lookin through all the foodstuffs. I find myself in a supply closet nearby, with microwaves and stuff. Then, I remember that I wanted to try and have a lucid dream. At this moment, I became aware. I was thinking “OH CRAP HOLY CRAP I’M LUCID IM LUCID YAYYYY” but then I realized that I needed to stabilize, so I just tried focusing on the microwave in front of me, taking in every detail. That really helped a lot. It came to my mind to use dream control, and I tried spawning someone but I couldn’t do it without starting to wake up. Instead, I decided I’d try to explore the dream world a bit, focusing on everything on the way, since I’m still a newb. And so I walked into the living/kitchen area. I looked at everything closely: the countertop, the donuts, the snack stand, everything. The donut was especially vivid; I could see all the little bubbles in it and everything. For some reason, there was a bite out of it, and someone had put it back… eww… it was still on the stand (a metal, rotating stand) for anyone to take. I noticed after I woke up that there weren’t any visible DC’s in the dream. I wander over to this hallway and realize I’m losing lucidity, and immediately start focusing on things to retain it. There’s an elevator, and I decide to take it (I didn't actually touch it or physically go in it though). [Change setting]: I’m in my high school chemistry teacher’s room (or at least a permutation of it). I’m in there at my own lab bench, and behind me are two other kids, one of whom I know. Obviously, they’re in detention or something and aren’t taking it seriously. I, on the other hand, was trying to figure a way out of there to continue my lucid adventure, but here I would be trapped for the rest of the dream. So these kids are just kinda messing around with some water in a dish, and I’m getting impatient. From here on, i think I lost lucidity. My teacher was talking about his lifetime goals, one of which was to get $9000 in a day. <- (I think he mentioned it as his “task of the month” ) The kids were messing around, and I wanted them to pay attention, so I figured I’d shut them up by knocking over their stupid dish into the sink. I do so, then my teacher yells at me, saying "What? You think that's ok? Really? In front of me? What do you think you're doing?" and it was rather laughable really. [The dream fragments... ]
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🌠 A Dild runs in to 3 Deild's 🌈 Spend time today really giving time to my Mild daytime work - regularly stopping and RRC and then RC & looking for a few things to focus on in the space around me to hone in on and see what my space would look like as a dream - Got my flash visualisation of me riding a giant wave as a water bender going through a tunnel and out the other side inorder to be at the very top of the wave and STOP and look and take in my surroundings- awesomeness 🌊 Any way did some Mild befor bed too- 10 mins and went to sleep with Mantra " I am Lucid now - I am Lucid dreaming " Woke up a few times in the night and set my app for monitoring sleep too - which woke me up Wonderfully and as I hit the snooze button gave me such joy to listen to the relaxing music - DILD 🌸 Talking to someone- I was suddenly thinking " Hey I was in bed just a little time ago...but this couldn't be .... NO Wow- is this a dream?" I walked towards a table and reached out to touch something on it almost scared as this was obviously WL- but wow I couldn't believe it - THIS IS A DREAM! I was the most shocked and stoked ever that it was a dream coz it felt so much like my usual WL reality... Lay still and went back to the dream space - kissing out of the corner of my eye I saw my dad walked by it doesn't matter as I am dreaming Lay still and Kissing again 🌸 Z kissed me and said " Hallelujah " then we laughed! Lay still and ina dream where a white bug thing is trying to get in to our room - its a dream so I am gonna go fly outside - I go and jump into the sky superwoman style 🌺 I pick a point on the horizon to fly to - I fly towards it but the place seems to keep morphing into different places - like first it's a beautiful grassy place then it's a lake then it's some other place - darkness starts to surround it and in my vision the place becomes a small circle with all black around it - oh well - not this time - it seems I witnessed some kind of implosion. Something to work in seeing through on my next
Non-dream Non-lucid Lucid Dream fragment I remember some dream about being in my bed, I had woken up and was just pretty pent up from not 'doing the deed' because of the Brainbuddy app. Some stuff happened and I was annoyed because I convinced myself to do it despite knowing I didn't want to. I had watched Rick and Morty season 2 about a week ago which I think had some influence. When Little Rick is around and is like "a teenagers worst enemy is his own mind" or something along those lines - felt like I was under a similar influence. Yesterday was my first day doing ADA (and some more meditation), I felt like at the end of the day I had some intense mental fatigue. My head ached slightly whenever I brought my attention to focus on the things I was doing instead of slipping into autopilot. I slept pretty well, it didn't take too long to fall asleep (an hour I think, which is really good for me ). I think it was a combined effect of the mental fatigue from ADA and physical fatigue from running... But during the night I just had absolutely horrendous dream recall. My mind was just too exhausted to have the mental capacity needed to recalling a dream. I decided I'd like to write up a dream from my book when I first started, before I transitioned to posting online. Dream Journal Book #1 - Rugby Throwing around a rugby ball, I think with someone else? - the first dream I ever recorded I've come a long way lol #2 - First death in a dream / Shapeshifting weretigers Dream 1 - First death in a dream I was some kind of official who had acquired some information, and I had some friends who decide to protect me by confessing to my crime for me and taking the blame. They then weren't in the room (I had left before) that I returned to because I had a bucket that had my shoes in it or something... O_O? I left again and went up a flight of metal spiralling stairs. I waited there thinking for a bit and then a high ranking official in a military uniform (kind of reminds me of a Gestapo) walks in and shoots me right in the heart. I can feel the blood warming my chest.. I'm lying on the ground still. The man walks away. I reach around and touch the wound and I'm overwhelmed with disbelief. Some part of me seems to think that everything will be okay though. Dream 2 - Shapeshifting were-tigers Shapeshifting were-tigers take over the town in part of a conspiracy. It's a place to use these funny flying things to take over the world (I drew a picture here, it looks like a cross between a manatee and a puffer-fish that is 15 inches long with brown skin and spots on it. It looks really weird). Third-person style dream, it follows a kid who is a were-tiger that is shocked to see so many were-tigers killing the human townsfolk mercilessly. Then the view shifts to a bunch of campers in these large double-decker bus-sized vans, some of which have colour patched up blankets all over them. The main camper-van leader sees what's happening and tells his friends to run and his wife to start the van so she can take the kids and escape.. He plans to be a voluntary scapegoat. Were-tigers approach in a gang-like style, and by this point it has become first person with me as the camper dude standing his ground. I punch the biggest were-tiger straight in the nose and start brawling to divert attention so my family can escape. The boss were-tiger makes a comment to his friend like "Haha you got socked in the face!", to which I add "Yeah he's the biggest so I figured I'd start with him". I seem to realise that I won't live if I continue fighting (since I'm outnumbered and well.. They're were-tigers O_O). I decide to cool it down and hang with them, biding my time. They're apparently cool with this and maybe I earned their respect?
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