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Morning of February 3, 2015. Tuesday.



Over the past two years or so, my dream universe has insisted on rendering a fictional location that usually has mostly the same features. Although it seems like a basement, it is usually accessed at ground level through an open area (somewhat like a garage with no door) from the west side of the house. The main feature is a pipe that goes up to the implied bathroom above (second floor) and is almost always implied to be knocked slightly to one side, causing a leak. This pipe is near the center of the room rather than along a wall or corner and is often rendered too narrow to logically function as implied in-dream. It is possible the pipe represents either my digestive system or circulatory system and relates to concerns with “plumbing” upon getting older (either “clogged” arteries or incomplete digestion). In this dream though, the “basement” (again, at ground level) seems less damp and less problematic concerning the pipe and this time there is no indication of a “recent” leak.

Once again, it seems to be a composite of the Loomis Street house with fictional layout details concerning the southwest corner that in real life was otherwise an inside staircase in part (in addition to downstairs features of the separate first floor residence, such as the small laundry room). It is somewhat curious that it is also relative to where I was ready to rent the apartment (upstairs) when my wife-to-be and I first made contact, but instead, I came to Australia. Still, I am not sure this is relevant or maybe even a residual alternate time-line association.

Fictional neighbors live south of us (in the Loomis Street context). The events take place seemingly later at night. There is an idea that the neighbor had used a (fictional) bathroom somehow accessed via the south side of our house directly from outside and I think something about mowing over a part of our garden on that side previously. Later, he is telling me that he is going to report us for being from Afghanistan, which makes absolutely no sense in any context.

I tell him that when I was younger and growing up in Florida, I was always called rude (slang) Asian names by the majority of the population even though I have no Asian heritage (all of which is true). I tell him that people like him have no credibility and that the majority of people cannot even see or understand anything, which is actually the way things have been from my perspective since early childhood. It is strange living in a world where hardly anything is ever seen or related correctly. We do not fight and there is no violence. I just tell him a few things about myself as my dream fades. We mostly remain in the side yards between the houses.

so there was alot going on in this one
-i found my scale on top of my locker and i hid it because there was a black lady sitting watch
-madison kid needed direction through OB so i helped him through the school and eventually to an empty class with a white lady teacher
-on my way back i walked through this glass/gold hallway was messing with my sense of reality... like shifting perceptions around
- i walked in and there was a photoshoot going on that i was intruding and i called the photographer during the pictures being shot
-i checked my phoen and found he downloaded lil durk on it and i decided to listen to it.

Morning of February 3, 2015. Tuesday.



The first scene relates to buying a few small food items in an unknown store but which vaguely reminds me of a small music store in La Crosse. I have two cinnamon or jam rolls and a plain loaf of bread and something else, I believe. The cashiers or owners are not behind the counter but instead, sitting out where the public is shopping, on a table or crate. They seem to be two of my foremen from the factory that made Ford Taurus parts from years ago (one who shot himself). Pat says that the price (for me) is eighty-nine dollars and I believe either eighty-nine or ninety-eight cents. They seem very amused by charging me this much even though my items could not be more than ten dollars. This makes me really annoyed and I start knocking everything on the floor and leave after hearing something about “eighty-nine million dollars”.

For some reason, they decide to follow me (leaving no cashiers at the store?) yet do not seem angry. I then have a very small white van that is somewhat like a bubble car but with special defensive features like bulletproof glass and rocket launchers underneath the chassis. A fictional dream character joins me in the seat next to me; the somewhat Christian-Slater-like character from years ago. For some reason we ritualistically put black ballroom (masquerade) eye masks on. I am enjoying myself driving around for awhile.

I am not lucid, though still have the long-term-recurring awareness that I can call upon any character or vehicle to come to wherever I am (such as in defense). In this case, it is with a watch on my left wrist. However, I check for it and it is not there - I only feel my shirt sleeve and no object underneath, though I am not that concerned. It is fairly common in dreams to be “missing” something and “replace” its function or purpose by thought alone even without any trace of lucidity (something I have always found interesting).

Later, my wife has a car that is somewhat like a custom purple 1950s Ford Bubbletop “Beatnik” (though also reminds me of the 1968 Hot Wheels Silhouette which I had two of). Somehow, some work has to be done, which causes frustration over time. I have the front bumper separate from the car later on and am trying to work things out.

The bumper seemingly has missing features on one side (though not directly on the end somehow; a little more towards the middle) and is very asymmetrical relative to a portion of diagonal grill on one side but not the other (in reality the grill is apparently only all grid-like squares, not with any diagonal bars). This does not make much sense, as it is supposedly one solid section (or at the most, two, attached) so how could it be shorter and more asymmetrical over time? - in fact, it seems shorter and more asymmetrical every time I consider putting it back on the car (as if I had somehow lost or mentally “eaten” part of one side each time yet while intending to make it complete again with the remaining outer pieces somehow ending up back together as one solid piece). Even though I am not lucid, I eventually get so aggravated by the asymmetrical form of the front bumper that I just somehow mentally create a new complete car prior to waking.

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As many years as I have been working with dreams, it has been only fairly recently (over the past five years) that I have more closely noticed an odd sort of repetition in often subtle doubly recurring elements in a two or three-day period (but which are not related to dream events in the same way each time). Sometimes it is barely noticeable unless everything is well-documented. In this case, it seems to be the number eighty-nine for some unknown reason. In another case it was the act of patting someone (a different fictional dream character each time) in a particular spot near the left shoulder. As yet, I have not habitually linked these occurrences. I do not know if there is any reason behind this other than residual associations perhaps relating to the dream journal itself (or the memory or review of the previous dream).

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As the title says, some parts of this dream have been omitted, due to their disturbing nature. I've been having a lot of disturbing dreams lately.

To start off simple, the first part of this dream was being at a caravan park, to attend my grampa's funeral. IRL he died in nov 2014, and I never got to go to his funeral. I don't talk to much of my family and they took this opportunity to block me from getting in contact with them. So in my dream I was at the funeral but at a distance, I could see the open suitcase he was being buried in and so i filled it with water with a power hose from work, don't ask. My family looked at me with such disgust I just left. I remember he suitcase being moved and the water sloshing everywhere, and I remember thinking the water would help preserve his body in case raising the dead became a thing.

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The next thing I know i'm playing world of warcraft, except i'm in the game, but still using a controller in my hands, apparently I think this game is for xbox. I come face to face with a celtic undead woman who asks me questions in fucked up gaelic/scottish slang that even I didn't understand. I answered and she became a party member of mine??? Whatever, I start getting chased by some guy in a landcruiser from star wars but I hijack him and drive away.

I'm now driving underwater, collecting stars, PvP'ing, killing npc turrets. While driving down an underwater course with crazy bends and turns. It was pretty hectic. At one point I lost my landcruiser, a girl offered me her exo suit, which was big and bulky looked like something from starcraft except most of your body is still exposed, its hard to explain that one.

Now i'm outside, with my new party member, I get a message from another player who sends me this wall of text asking why I let this npc become my party member, or something. I told him I was new to the game and told him to give me a fucking break,He tried to explain about the choices and stuff, but I didn't care. At this point a big red dragon filled the sky and I was trying to return from the menu to play by the controller cord was broken, I kept trying to reattach it, which worked for a couple of minutes but any movements in my hands knocked it off again. I eventually managed to ditch the controller and started running from this dragon, but no matter where we went he caught us. At one point I looked at my undead party member, she now looked like my exgf, wtf? I also tried to induce sexual intimacy at that point when we were in hiding, shame shame shame.

We are on the run again, and we met this guy and his party. The dragon catches us of guard and is now flying down from directly above, one after another he spits meteor fire balls, which i deflect with a barrier and return with my own, but smaller fireballs. The fight was futile and I went to check my phone at one point and it was all glitchy, wasn't working (why no lucid dream here? bad habits irl).

The next thing i know I am in a room saying the spyware needs to be removed. This is where the dream takes a weird turn. This spyware is a guy, who faces me, moves slowly doing weird hang gestures which paralyses me, and in which he takes the time to play/beat me. This cycle goes on for awhie, I run, but he is always there and he does another slow move, that freezes me. I learn that I had been drugged with automatic appreciation something something, so movements that he was doing was causing me to freeze and admire. I tried to do them back, which worked, and I used the time to escape, but he always came back. This part of the dream is actually a lot longer and a lot more,,, vast? than what I've put down
but I would class this part as a nightmare, a nightmare which I don't really want to recount fully.

There was another drug that made me stop being able to process movement, ie, people were moving and doing things, but I couldn't see it. When I blinked, everything would change and I would see the latest snapshot of initially opening my eyes, but then everything would freeze again, so basically repeating to close and open my eyes was equivalent of viewing the world at 3-5 fps. The things I saw were, not so good.

Took 2x300mgs of alpha GPC
2x GM which has 200 mgs of choline at 8am

heard the church bell at 9, when head sensations started
woke up at 9:48 from lucid event

head sensations start one hour after GM, trying to get up, can't, roll out, but can only partially, it's fun to keep trying, not frustrating at all, kinda loling to myself

kept thinking "open your eyes and see" like ophelia does it, because it was always dark or pitch black

once I started to open my left eye but saw what looked like waking life (had the hood of my bathrobe over my eyes, and saw the bottom portion was bright, where I could see from underneath) so I quickly closed it and LD continued. Now I'm thinking that could have been LD as well, next time I'll just open it. Since if in SP, should not be able to open real eyes.

sunrise, reflection in window, surprised - town at dark, wanting to get it brighter, saying something, sun coming up as leaving town, looking back at town when edge of it reached, caught a reflection of sun in a window and it surprised the heck of me, coz was so real life, and I didn't expect it, skies getting brighter and clouds picking up orange hue, so beautifull, started to cry

hill, resistance, fighter jets, bombs with parachutes, rolling bombs, bombed out building, low ceiling with metal wire ceiling, perimeter head-with space to stand up, hole in a wall
we are on a hill and see figher jets coming from behind the hill, kinda slow, and they drop some bombs that come down on parachutes. They didn't detonate and we are relieved. But then they open up and small can like bombs start rolling down the hill towards us.

checking for my dick but dark, checking again, I feel it, one longer one shorter for balls, limp, not well formed, checking for "other eqipment" it's still there
I remembered I wanted to see what's 'down there" in a lucid. So I put my hand into my pants and pull down the front a bit. I feel a penor, about 5-6", kinda skinny and limp. There is another one, smaller, I figure that's the ballz, error in rendering, haha.

Next time I check again, same thing. This time I wanna try and change it. So I make it longer, till it's hanging out from my hands, like a foot and a half long, haha. Still kinda limp, and bumpy as in skinnier then wider and skinnier again and it's like that on the whole length. Kinda disgusting. I figure i test it out, so I grab a guy in red shirt and glasses, short blond hair. He is like wut? I push him to the ground, pull his pants down and test my equipment. It works.

I try to see if I can feel some pleasure from it and I can, but it's not the same.

walking on streets, into building, guys eating at wooden tables

dark shadow approaching as a fog on a ground, not scared at all and saying it loud

trying to remember TOTM but I know I didn't read the new thread, trying to remember older ones, but can't

checking my hands, 5-6 on left, but all sideways, right has standing up, but shorter and longer, fixing them up

sleeves and shirt is blue scientist-engineer, working on some gadget with others

clapping hands, checking them again, saying something loud, feeling my real throat rumbling

my room but previous one with high window

was looking for the moon to go there, but didn't see it, twice

There were no transitions at all. Just one continuing event.

I was standing inside a castle (lucidly inspired by Dawneye11’s castle quest). There was a huge gothic room, displaying many ornate objects, and it spanned for at least 40 yards. There were a few dream figures standing around me, and I decided to take a flight to the other side of the room to help stabilize. I picked a spot on the far wall, and focussed on being there, and I quickly flew across the room, and then I returned back to be with the dream figures. One of the dream figures asked how I flew across the room, and I replied, “I can fly simply by focussing on where I want to go, and zoom, off I go!” I didn’t mention anything about the lucidity being a contributing factor. The other dream figures watch and listened with interest. Then a man dug a big hole in the floor and started to pull out piles of gold dust! I lost lucidity because I was totally enthralled with all that gold. The rest dream was spent trying to get the gold out of the castle.

February 02, 2015

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Barefoot

I was at the old science and math center i went to in Highschool, visiting for a special day or something. I had signed up for two special classes for this day, and my old friend A ended up being in the first one too. We got to catch up and were sitting in our seats (the class was in the presentation center) for at least an hour after the class, and then it was time for the next class. We had started walking around and I didn't know where my shoes were, so I put the rest of my things in the room for the next class, at a spot I wanted to sit in. They would hold my spot while I looked for my shoes.

I found my shoes but when I got back to that class room, it was packed and someone had taken my seat. I didn't even find all my stuff, either. I was like "Screw it." I decided to take off my shoes again and walk around barefoot reminiscing with A and coughing (my cough was persistent, man. It even shoes up in a half of my dreams)




Power Struggles

I was involved in this campus-wide power struggle of a water fight. Everyone had a huge water gun, but if you got hit three times you had to stop playing. I was running from my brother, B, and his friend, who had formed a small team and were after me. I got each of them twice, but then they both nailed me so I was out of the game for good. I threw my water gun to the side, a bit upset with myself for not having joined their team, and walked away.

I was bored though, and wanted to hang out with my brother. I decided to go find their base, which had been somewhere in the center of campus. I was expecting a little hut or something but when I got there it looked like they had taken over most of the area, and gated or roped it off from the public. There were guards all over the place. B just happened to be at the main entrance. I told him, "Hey I'm not in the game anymore so can I chill here with you guys?" He took me to his friend, who was the leader, and vouched for me. Apparently B was the leader's right-hand-man, so he was like, "sure, welcome." So I somehow became the second right-hand-man. My first input was to help pick the color of the new sign to name the base. I had assumed it would be the leader's own name, but he named it after his mom instead. I thought that was kinda cute.

After putting up the new sign in the entrance, I noticed that a computer that was along the wall was all wet. B said someone must have attacked it with a water-gun to sabotage them. I took a closer look and noticed sticky, green stuff under the mouse. "Guys someone just spilled Mountain Dew on it and then got it wet to cover their asses." The Leader came up behind me and reached past to see the evidence. "She's right."

He found out who it was and punished them, not for spilling the Mountain Dew, but for being a coward and trying to hide it AND for doing a messy job of hiding it. "If you're going to blame someone else, do it so you never get caught!"

So then, the Leader, B and I went down to the basement because we needed to fix some super important machine. It was this sort of vacuum thing, with a long tube coming from it. The tube was inserted into a glass cylinder of some sort, and that cylinder did something special. Leader held the cylinder and instructed me to pull out the tube so he could inspect the inside of it. As I was holding the end of the vacuum tube, I looked at it, and realized it looked a lot like a penis. Suddenly the Leader sticking his face up to the glass cylinder and sticking his fingers in it was very sexual and I was getting turned on. He finished inspecting it, and held it out so I could stick the tube back in it. I looked at it again, and then looked at the Leader and said, "If this penis were a real penis, it'd be a really happy penis because I'm holding it," and I he just kinda stared at me and blushed. I grinned and stuck the penis-like thing back into the glass opening, then walked back up the stairs passing various blushing young men who had heard me. The Leader and B followed me up and we all went into the main room of the base, which was having a party or something. The Leader had put the machine we just fixed on a table somewhere, and when I was at a table with a drink, I felt him come up against me from behind. We were about to leave and go to his suite, when there was a ransom call. He rolled his eyes though, because apparently it was just his aunt pranking him. She did that often I guess. Anyways, he took my hand and dragged me upstairs and we had a little fun.




LOOK! A Subnuclear Time Shift!

My little brother, E, and I were visiting B in some other town. We'd all left his place to go to the main street of the town so we could get some food or drinks. We were cutting through a park or backyard or something, and it was dark. When we got out of the park thing, there was a loud noise and behind us a large blue rift opened up in the air. B called it a "Subnuclear Time Shift," whatever that is. I didn't believe him, but I was scared of whatever it was because it was dark and it gave me to spooks.

We got to the main street, and found two 10-ish-year-old girls who had lost their friend after walking home with her. I was about to go sit with them and try to comfort them and figure out where they lived, when I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see the 10th Doctor standing behind me. He held his finger to his mouth in the "shh" motion, and I was speechless and instantly horny. I was about to attack him when he turned me into the girl the other two had lost. I was supposed to pretend to be that girl to find out more about what happened. Apparently aliens were involved. So I went to talk to the girls and pretended I had just got lost and found them again. We didn't find out much but we got them both home and I said we would play again tomorrow and gave them both a drawing I'd just whipped up for them. They really loved the drawings apparently and promised we would hang out tomorrow.

Then I woke up in B's living room from a nap. I wondered what that dream had been about. E and B came into the room and suggested we go get some dinner, so we all left B's place and took the same park path. Again, at the end of the path, a blue rift in the sky appears and B calls it a Subnuclear Time Shift. I realize how strange this is, and look down at my hands. They're normal-ish but there's a sort of aura-hand in them, too. So I was still dreaming! I look back at the rift and wonder what might be on the other side of it, but then I wait because the Doctor might come back and I can attack talk to him. I look around and then I spot him talking to the two little girls. I felt the dream destabilize but couldn't really do anything to keep myself in it, and woke up.

In this dream I was standing at the top of the stairs at my old home, and then my daughter came running up the stairs with a dark haired friend, whom I didn’t recognize. Can you say instantly lucid? We hugged for long time, and at one point we both cried, but I composed myself and asked her, “Who’s your friend?” She quickly said, “That’s D______ (I didn’t catch the name), my friend from Heaven!” I gently placed my daughter down and turned around and gave her friend a big hug too (I think I teleported a few feet towards her), but this poor little girl totally freaked out, and her eyes turned reddish with fear. Usually my hugs do wonders while lucid, but this little girl didn’t like that at all. My daughter firmly said, “Dad, don’t hug her, because you’re scaring her!” I felt upset because I scared her, and I woke up.

I was in a mall with mom. I was trying out the perfumes. I put one on on my wrist and tried to smell it but can't. I asked mom to smell it and tell me what she thinks. It was too strong. I asked the guy in the perfume area to let me try another one. I put it on the back of my hand and tried to smell it again: nothing. I let mom smell it, and she said it's "okay" but nothing special. Those were original perfumes, too. I told her for some reason, I can't smell them. Must be my cold. We left the area without buying anything.

We passed by a table that lets people sign up for colleges abroad. I forgot which colleges, but I thought of signing up. I thought that mom might not allow me to study abroad.

NOTE:

- I very rarely dream about perfumes.
- I tried focusing on my breathing as I fell asleep, hoping it will help me transition to lucid dreaming.
- This dream happened as I was waking up already. I woke up a few times in the evening and failed to write my dreams.

Had a dream last night that I was in this theme park shop kind of center where everything was powered self sufficient, and I went around collecting toys like bike helmets and browsing around the shop for things. There was games to play and seemed generally like a magical land in outer space that I had found. I thought this is far away from earth where things are different even gravity worked a bit differently. I can't remember much of the dream but took the chance to note it here while I could.

02/01/15 I have been coming aware a lot during the long-term memory establishment phase lately. Normally being aware during this phase pisses me off and I then end up shutting it down (I wonder to what consiquence. This is where some mundane thing like a task at work plays out over and over endlessly. I normally refuse to dream about work, but these phases have been about tiling. I would think this would be just as nauseating, but I have kind of enjoyed it. Maybe I feel like I am getting ideas for the work still to be done. I know these phases are required, but it is usually the one part of a conscious sleep hat I dispise

I​ recommend reading my previous DJ entry first. Only 6 views and it is more eventful...(apparently DV only allows members to view DJ's now...unless it is a bug.)

1015-1030? 238am-320am? for wbtb. leftist rally in Germany? German accent: "... ...in the mother fu**ing ..." was the name of event or rally. Night time. Familiar train station? Fragment.

Greece LD wake from LD ~4:50pm
I'm with brother in law E and brother-in-law B in the dream but we're meeting the former at a coastal cliff side house in some town in Greece. We are walking along the beach and up a path and we see beautiful views of cliffs all around. After we get to the home and visit for a little bit we're heading back to where we came, this time along with brother in law E on this return leg. He seems to know a shortcut and he's going around the other side of the cliff and the footholds are not very wide and they're going pretty quick ahead of me and I'm cautiously taking my time. They stop at a bend in the cliffs and look at a swimming spot down below. It is absolutely beautiful down there and a beautiful sunny day. They continue on, but the path seems too narrow and not worth the risk when I can just go back the way I first came earlier in the day along the beach. When I think about the earlier path along the beach it seems like it was a dream memory maybe from a previous dream and I realize that this is a dream right now. I float up in the air just enough to confirm as an RC. I then start to fly back towards the beach going slow and not with a lot of directional control at the beginning which is a little unusual for me. I go back and forth left and right to correct my direction flying over a rugged rocky area. It is beautiful and exhilarating being up in the air reminding me of my simulated flying last night while a passenger in a car going over various overpasses (for day practices)...but so much better! I am unbounded drifting across the sky. I still have not seen any DC's so I decide to turn around and see if I can find my brother in laws and surprise them or something on their trek along that narrow path by the cliffs. As I fly down that way back towards the cliffs I feel myself abruptly return to bed and the way I woke up and my level of rest seems to indicate I was at the end of an REM cycle. Too short but back to lucidity after too many dry days! Found motivation for day work and also did a number of "I'm dreaming" mantras during the day. Corrected monkey brain during SSILD. No.274


Cafe epiphany NLD or semi: I'm modern me sitting outdoors at a cafe soaking in the moment. I see happy and sad faces on this beautiful day . "If you don't open yourself up to the world around you, you will miss out on so many experiences," I tell my companions. People who look sad look like they're walking around "in a bubble" with tunnel vision, seemingly oblivious to all the beauty around them.

A woman is standing in my home - I'm not physically present at the moment - and looking into a mirror that's showing her various visions. Currently it's showing her the man she loves with a very beautiful young servant standing underneath a tree, carrying out an affair. This isn't a surprise - she was already aware of it.

The scene in the mirror changes, showing her an image of herself in a shop. There's no sound but the shop owner seems to be repeatedly asking her something that she refuses to respond to. When he approaches her, she throws out a hand to tell him to back off, but her nails brush his throat and cut it open, covering her with his blood. She looks shocked, but quickly recovers and hurries out of the shop.

This second vision reminds her of my instructions to her. She has to eat a human heart tonight if that young and beautiful body I gave her is going to become hers permanently. And regularly after that, but that's not important, that's just basic dietary needs - the important part is this first time, making a deliberate decision.

She steps through a portal back into her world, the courtyard of her own home. But as she looks around things look strange to her - most notably, the sky is covered with grey clouds that seem unnatural to her. It's as if she's seeing both her world and mine at the same time, and she wonders if this is how I see her world all the time. I'm thinking, you're getting a bit mixed up about which world is yours now.

I was among a crowd of people (outside I think) and was walking around a conversing with them. Some of them stuck their fingers in my mouth and moved it around. At one point a bright light outside my vision appeared and the entire crowd (including myself) started running towards it. When we reached the light we turned around and started running away from it because the light was "life itself". At the time it seemed funny rather than scary, maybe there was some part of my mind realizing how absurd it was?

I was in a carpark when a man started shooting at civilians. I curled up behind a pillar and began to shake. I knew my mother was in the carpark too and I kept looking around for her in fear. Eventually I saw her walking away in the distance and felt relieved. At this point the danger was gone but I knew (didn't see) that the man had shot and killed a young woman. There was a brief moment when I heard her friend crying.

After the shooting I met a woman who was grateful to me (for some reason) and she invited me to her home to stay the night. (I got the impression I couldn't go to my own home) When I arrived at her home she forget about me and started wandering aimlessly around the room. Her daughter arrived home at this point and sat down on a couch. (I'm not sure but I think she was watching tv) The woman gave me some chicken nuggets (although the were more like chicken balls) and I ate them. (I don't remember what they tasted like but I was happy with them I think) I told her I'd sleep on the couch, I had a blanket in my hand. The couch was covered in dander and fur.

After this something happened in a supermarket and the woman attempted to cast a spell on herself (I think, this part was super foggy) but accidentally caused her daughter to disappear. The woman was distraught and I watched her grow old. (I think some time passed) I was then with the woman outside when two swans appeared behind us, flying upwards in a circular motion. A young woman in a light coffee coloured dress stepped out from the circle. It was the daughter who had disappeared. (After I woke up I remembered her face incredibly vividly, although it's become hazier since then) She was wearing glasses and had her brown hair tied up in a bun. I think she looked a bit like a mousier Audrey Hepburn. She declared that she had become the Queen of Arendale (too much once upon a time) and I noted that she was probably the Queen of Swans too.

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I mentioned it already, but the most exciting thing about this dream was how clearly I remembered the daughters face when I first woke up. It was like seeing someone in real life, turning around and trying to visualise what they looked like.

NON LUCID
*I observed this strange guy covered in tattoos which at the sight of him gave a sick feeling to my stomach, bad vibes you could say. I seemed to being attending some kind of a roof top party. Somebody struck up a consersation with him by saying, "You practice witch craft too?" I thought,"This is why I got that strange feeling from him!" The strange man began describing a protection ritual he called by the name of "The wednesday ritual". This reminded of the R&B artist the weekend, because he also has a song titled wednesday. I thought maybe is it possible The weekend is involved in witchcraft. LOL.