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(This was from 4/29/14)

I had a lucid dream. Surprise. My twelfth one. But it was cut short > : ( I remember thinking I might be in a dream. Where I was at this time, I cannot remember too well. Someplace a bit dark maybe? I think someone was with me? My dad? Can't be sure. I think the dream was actually in third person before I became lucid, because I remember seeing myself and changing the perspective to first person. I remembered to do a reality check. When I did it, of course, it worked. I then constantly reminded myself I was dreaming and rubbed my hands together a lot. I remember my hands feeling so...real rubbing against each other. I think I might have bumped into someone and I could feel how real the clothing they were wearing felt. It was all very vivid, perhaps more than usual. This might be because of the binaural beats I listened to before bed, which was supposed to induce more realistic dreams. Anyways, I was in a store. This time, it looked more like a Target. It was all nice, clean and bright. I refused to let myself get distracted and ignored the dream characters in the store as much as I could. I walked around the store a lot, through different isles, passing different people. Some said hello or something like this to me. I would respond, but keep walking. I remember toy isles, electronics isles, hair product isles, It's amazing how close it was to Target. While I walked, I continued to rub my hands together and tell myself I was dreaming, trying to stabilise the dream the best I could and keep it together, and thought about what I should do. I remember shouting "100% clarity" and everything in the isle I was in became even sharper then it already was. I could especially see a difference in the tile bellow me. I actually said "Woah." outloud lol. I thought about my dream goals. I remember thinking it was kind of more difficult to remember once I was in a dream, but I forced myself to remember. I decided I would try to look for my dream guide again. I then thought about how I would do it. I think about just going up to a door, but then I remember what I did in my first lucid. I walked up to a DC and asked them to take me to him. I decide I will do this again. That is when I start losing the dream. I remember thinking "No. Not again." I remember being at a brown front desk area with bad lighting, running into someone, and the dream ended. My alarm interrupted my lucid and woke me up T^T

Damn

I don't know what was lucid in these dreams and what wasn't. It's hard to tell anymore because I'm always exerting some control over my dreams now but it varies. Sometimes it seems I'm doing it a lot, sometimes I can't tell because its become so routine. My mind just runs in the backround like some unobtrusive computer program. Anyway, I recorded these dreams because of the intensity of my emotions and because one of them repeated itself 5 times in a row without me waking up. It's unusual due to the fact I I normally wake up before a dream repeats itself. It's like I was examining it, looking for clues like a detective. Anyway, without further delay here are my dreams.

4/30
My first dream came with a strong feeling. I don't remember exactly what happened. I just remember being asked if my Commanding Officer ordered me to take a life or if I had to kill someone if I would do it. I was running away and down a street because I was afraid of what my mind was capable of, what I was capable of.

The next dream kept repeating itself over and over, particularly two specific segments. A father is going on a long trip. He has a daughter who is beautiful. She has her long hair in a ponytail, she's a burnette, long, toned legs. The dad reasures her that friends will be coming by to check on her. She will be fine. They have a strong bond and love each other very much. This part also kept repeating; the dad tries cooking for his daughter but the the food gets messed up every time in some unique way. Once or twice I was also the father and the one cooking.

I'm about to go shopping, but really unwillingly. My mum is trying to convince me that it will be funny, but I already know it won't be.
My mood is really dark and when my mum announces she forgot the driving licence I get angrier and I say that I know she did it in purpose so I would drive the car.
She laughs and I would want to crash the car against a tree, but I'm sure my mum would make me pay for it and I have no money.
We reach the hypermarket. There are a lot of people and I try to say that I would stay in the car, so no one would steal the car.
But my mum says she needs someone taller than her to reach some products and I follow her.
The inside is more crowded and I got headache, but I don't say it, as everyone would think it's because I want to come back to the car.
The cart start to be full, but people, and not only my mum, keep to put all the sort of food and clothes in there, and it is really heavy to push now.
I see a pharmacy, and as my mum says she forgets to buy a thing and goes back, I leave the cart and go to buy some paracetamol.
Of course they try to sell me some other products, but I say no and so they make me pay double to punish me.
When I come back to the cart, it is not there anymore as someone took it and put all the products away.
I think that my mum will be mad at me, but she is not. She just takes another cart and we start again the buying. OMG! Nooooo...
I'm absolutely mad at me for the mistake and I push the cart against a wall. The crash woke me up.

I was on a giant base up in the air. I was with several dc's all walking around looking at different cars. We decided we wanted to go some place and so a few Dc's got into the cars and trucks/suv's and drove off into the air but as they did helicopter proplers came out and they started to fly. The car i got into was higher than the rest but since there was so many of us we were very clustered. Several times we almost got hit by another driver but we got away just in time each time. We got closer to the ground and noticed that one of our landing gears was pretty rough so I got out and tried to fix it while we were still moving.

4/30/14

Last night bed 10pm - 4:50am

DR 2:50
1. I'm loading supplies for a day

2. Watching myself on a video. I'm maybe 10 years old on the video and I'm playing outside. Running down the dirt hill, into the canal dug in the dirt. (We had places like this in my childhood next to my house and we used to love playing there). I'm wearing red shirt and as I run to the bottom, I fall and hit the side of the canal. I pick myself up and I'm OK.

3. I'm around my childhood house. Somebody is there and we are talking about neighbors yard and his 2 trees that look like some famous people, pres. carter and some actor. The grass is lush, 1 foot tall, full of blooming wildflowers, all waving in the wind. It's beautiful. I tell somebody we used to play there.

Young woman walks by, we say hi, and I'm told that's pres. carter's daughter. She tells us a fake name, as to stay anonymouse.

4. 4:50am
I'm at the swimming pool. Lots of very tall slides. Apparently there is an order in which you should go down and complete them all. When I come to the end, there is a girl and we talk. She says something about her being the fastest, and I'm not sure why, because it's not my nature, I challenge her to a competition.

So I go to the first slide, then next. There is an attendant and I'm asking her which way to continue, if this is the right way, and she says yes, just go on. So I finish and now I'm standing in the line to the booth. The give the the guy in front of me piece of paper with some numbers. The give the same to me and they tell me to write down 12:13. That;s my time and apparently it's the record time, best finish time by far. Then I hear that some girl was bumped from the cover of the magazine she was suppose to be featured, and not it's gonna be me, because of the record. My friends are laughing, that now they gotta make me look all purty.

So I am with all my friends at the gathering in this big cavern, where this one band is playing. So I needed to walk out side (can't remember anything before this) and when I was back, I saw my girlfreind practicing bells in the snow. She sees me and says, "Check this out!" Then she plays a middle G, a high g,and middle E. It didn't sound that good. Her bells were blown out of glass and were colored blue and there was only one octave well kinda. Also there were no flats or sharps. I kinda think, hmmm is this a dream? I don't do a Reality check but I kinda have this sudden albeit murky awareness that this is a dream. Maybe it was the concentration it took to focus on the bells and what notes and whatnot. So I leave her there and go inside and when I go inside, she is again practicing inside, right next to the stage . I don't think anything of it and ask her if she wants to go sit down. She says yeah sure. And puts up her stuff and while she's carrying it away she says, "Thanks a lot, Trey," I think o gosh she's gonna hurt me now. I walk to our table and start whistling the tune from Zelda Ocarina of time. Then the stereo starts playing it. This assures me that this is a dream and makes me wanna do one of my tasks. So I sit down and think. What I write down on this post-it note I will become. But then oh that would be weird with all my friends here. Lol? So I tell them I'm going to the bathroom and one justs shakes their head at me. So I go through this one door and I think there is going to be a bathroom through this door and sure enough there was. I go to the mirror and see my reflection. Perfectly normal. So I try to change it. I try to change my hair color from dirty blond to black and it works. Then I just try to think of someone and see if the mirror looks like that. But I ended up looking like Adam Levine crossed with a hillbilly. Then everything in my dream went dark. I think o gosh the dreams over. I try to reeneter it but no luck. So I open my eyes and write my dream down. Then I realized, I could of tried a DEILD there's.

Morning of April 30, 2014. Wednesday.



I am back at the main library in La Crosse, though it seems a bit bigger than in reality. I find a table to sit at, at the southwestern corner. An unknown girl (high school or college), in blue jeans and a white top, on my left, says “hi” in a friendly manner and goes back to reading an orange hardcover book on chemistry, which has an embossed image of a water molecule on the cover but for some reason seems to have “familiar” circus poster motifs as well (such as the band of two-color alternating triangles) - yet it seems quite right in design and context somehow. The table (and perhaps the area itself) has a strange “ancient” atmosphere, like very old Sequoia trees in the back of my mind, or some such. The wood seems to have some sort of “electrical field” or “magic” of some kind, which seems to make a barely visible “aura” about it similar to the atmosphere of the planet. The girl seems to have read my mind and asks me what “Sequoia” means, which causes me to ponder if she is telepathic. I tell her that although some people claim it means “bird”, it actually means “pig in a pen”. She smiles and says, “Oh, I thought it meant pig with a pen”. I then am trying to work out if she is being obnoxious somehow, relating to the creator of the Cherokee alphabet, but do not respond, as she seems passive and cheerful (and nonthreatening).

I end up looking farther back behind my left shoulder and see a very large black book called “10,000 Great Dreams” which strongly reminds me of the ridiculous fiasco in real life called “10,000 Dreams Interpreted” by Gustavus (which I used to read in real life as a boy and it was so absurd, pointless, and wrong for the most part, I laughed until I felt giddy). I pick up the book and take it over to the desk. Then I notice that it is not actually a regular book, but a large black and white harlequin mask with the pages behind the mask. The eyes seem to be emeralds at first, but then I notice they are just green jelly, which fall out in a couple small piles on the table. I note some strange simple “sayings” on each page, none of which make any real sense. I read several, but can only remember one clearly. It says, “You must open your doors to look out your windows”, and then something about cheddar cheese being the “root of all evil” (this may date back to the 1980s where I saw a piece of Swiss-cheese-like blackness with the diagonally rendered top and bottom of the slice representing a “demon” - I think it, that is, this new dream aspect, may also be related to an episode of the “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” television series in the late 1990s or so where a man kept appearing in her dream with a slice of cheese and annoying her).

Also come the wise words: “Hands are the feet of your arms.”

Most of the “dreams” read like very short and boring mundane newspaper articles from a mainstream newspaper and with no diverse layers of insights or obscure (but meaningful) renderings as is common with dreams. Nothing visionary appears anywhere, either. Instead, a lot of it seems to have half-finished naïve political speeches or just one sentence at times. Only one, I remember enough to summarize it; it said something like “I was walking down the sidewalk and a girl on roller skates stole my wallet and I chased her and called her a b—- and threw rocks at everyone." I look over and notice that the aforementioned girl is wearing roller skates and her blue jeans have somehow transformed into white shorts but that does not seem to bother me. The "book cover” (mask) also has a red ribbon that seems to be connected as a silk “bookmark”. I pull on it, as it seems to be stuck between two pages near the back and realize the girl is “complaining” (moaning as if annoyed, rather) and it turns out to be a ribbon from her hair, which she retrieves. (I seem to firstly have been pulling her head down and over a bit via the apparently very long “bookmark” aka ribbon from that distance, but this is not the case at all; it just seems to have an odd physical effect, like some sort of “magnet” that makes her head move.) She soon does not mind, though, and in fact laughs about it and throws it back to me when I give it to her and we play a game of catch for about five or six rounds.

An elderly librarian taps me painfully on the shoulder from my right and points to a sign that says “No garter tossing in the library” and then makes a typical “shhh!” gesture, and I feel embarrassed.

Looking down, I notice that the mask has turned into a real flayed human face (in two vertical sections), which really makes me think if I should leave. The same librarian taps me again and points to another sign that reads in uppercase - “No defacing books in the library”. I realize that people may think that I am Ed Gein because of this, so I get up to leave and as I do, I notice that much of the material in the back of the “book” actually looks like a gossip column from a tabloid instead of relating to dreams. I can hear the librarian talking loudly to the authorities, many of them being fireman for some reason. “He was in there, throwing garters around, and suddenly tore off his face to make an artistic statement, just like Vincent Van Gogh!" The firemen then do a Keystone Cops routine around the library even though I am standing in plane sight.

The girl taps me on the shoulder and whispers "you saved us all”. I notice that the harlequin mask/real face/book cover is actually two messy (and melting?) pieces of the creature from the movie “Mimic” (1997) which looks like a human face, but which is meant to fool people before they are eaten. It looks more and more like a pile of melted cheese such as on a pizza.

The police come in and arrest the librarian for keeping a “fake” book in the library that was “written by a cockroach” (although in the movie, the creature is supposedly more like a cross between a termite and a praying mantis - though does look a lot like a giant cockroach in some scenes). Everyone is marched out of the library in an orderly fashion so that the library can be “fumigated” in case there are any more such books.

April 30, 2014: Used mantra “Tonight I will Lucid dream.” I am in a house which is “mine” but strange. It is configured more like the R**** home, with a landing at the base of the stairs leading to a front door with a glass storm door. The door is open, and through the glass storm door I can see Nina approaching. Glenn (her ex-husband) is upstairs behind me, unseen. When I open the door, our springer spaniel Lacey bolts out the door and begins chasing a large animal which turns out to be a badger. We all (Glenn, Nina, Lynne, myself) end up outside instead of inside, looking for Lacey and the badger, which escaped Lacey and disappeared into a sewer drain at the curb.

It is a beautiful sunny day outside, so we remain on the front lawn. Lacey is nowhere to be seen. The “badger” re-appears and we pursue it through a maze of low bushes of a medium sized front garden. We all wonder and discuss how it could have gotten out of the sewer and into the garden unseen. When we finally get it out in the open and trapped between the four of us, the creature more or less surrenders to being captured. It is not a badger. Rather, it has morphed into a medium-sized dog, a type or breed I have never before seen. It has medium-long hair, mostly tan, with white and black also. The hair on the ears has tufts. It seems sufficiently tame when not being chased that I try reach out for its collar and to pet it around its neck to calm and console it.

When I reach for the collar I find that the dog is wearing a department store style thin cardboard tag like you see on coats for sale. The tag is the color of a manila envelope. The black lettering indicates that the breeder is located in Honolulu, HI, but there is no name of any current owner. I speculate that we could find the owner through the breeder. According to the tag, the dog is a breed called a “FOMTO.” I wake.

Night of April 30, 2014. Wednesday.



Before it goes off into another (private) scenario, I am seemingly in the distant future in-dream, yet somehow my wife is much younger, or at least this “version” with long hair (down to her waist) and wearing two thin white pieces of cloth (top and bottom) that are apparently the fashion of this time period, as well as long white stockings.

The house and yard (at our present home on W Street) looks mostly the same, but the grass is a bit greener (not much rain in reality).

There is a sort of wooden platform, which is about chest-high and near the back porch, that is meant to be some sort of small garden or something similar, because there is about two inches of dirt up from the surface and what looks to be a wondrous “miniature forest”, but with mostly leafless trees (yet still somehow very beautiful in the evenness and positions). In a very strange and intense “flash” of bright scenery, I am aware that the miniature forest is actually made up of specially trained stick insects that are all standing on their front legs, head down, and doing elaborate “ballet movements” to simulate the appearance of wind.

Somehow, this seems to relate to erotic energies, because it is similar to a dream of years ago where black caterpillars “stood on their head” along the tops of wooden fences (in front of several different houses and some on mailboxes), which seemed to relate to my dream’s sensual energies relative to other events.

Today, like yesterday I was really stressed and again I couldn't remember my dreams.

so, short DJ entry again. =(

Got one last night.

I woke up in front of my old house(lucid) so I decided to fly around and find out what kind of mew mischief I could cause in my old town. I evened out the landscape (to make navigation easier) and started poking around peoples houses without them noticing me. I started moving their garden decorations around to mess with them and eventually ended up at some sort of crypt. I was messing with some of the stuff there but eventually someone saw me and tried to stop me. I just flew through the other side and past them out of the door. I eventually lost them by flying through someones house and climbing out of the top window. I went back home and then woke up (IRL).

Somebody is pitching an idea for a children's show to me. The show I think was called "Freedom Riders" and it's set in an alternate World War 2 universe. The show follows four young women who wear these skin-tight red and yellow suits and ride around on motorcycles through this industrial wasteland fighting the show's analog for Nazi Germany. The show makes use of some really cool animation techniques, such as sometimes going for a graphic/poster look in critical scenes. The animation looks like the paper cutouts done in South Park, but the characters look almost anime-esque. The show actually has interesting plots and complex themes, though I question if it is really appropriate for a "Kids Show", as some of the characters swear and there is a lot of blood shown. Whoever is pitching the show to me gets very upset. I tell them that they should simply change their target audience and run the show that way.

I join some astronauts on a moon mission, but end up getting left behind on the moon. But the other astronauts leave me behind. There is some AI that states that I may be able to use the moons' missile system to fly back home by targeting a missile at earth then riding it back. At first I'm like "what missile system" All I see are a couple of supply crates and burnt-out landers, but I spot the missile system amongst them.
Normally, I would like to get to earth more or less, I don't know, ALIVE. But my dreams are not set in any kind of logical universe so I grab onto one of the missiles and the AI fires it.
I Become lucid as we begin flying and lose the dream.

Something to do with this "demon" entering the house. It is a floating talking head with red skin and white eyes. It commands me to make a fire in the houses' fireplace, and run the bath water upstairs. It says I should continuously run between the fire and the water and check on both.
As the monotony of tending to the fire and running the bath water sinks in, I become partially lucid, but wake up before becoming fully lucid.

This is old and I never published it for some reason.

Four or five people are sitting around a table and are snorting cocaine. They offer me to join. I decline.

I am at some cafe or food court area. There are several restaurants. Only one of them is open; a pizza place. I ask the person behind the to please get me some pizza. She gives me a pita bread with some ketchup on it. Some other dream characters come, and the woman gives them actual pizza. I am jealous and ask some of the other dream characters if they were willing to share. They are not.
Several other food-related things took place. Some of the other restaurants came open. I went to a chinese restaurant where they offered noodles. I tried to purchase noodles but they gave me raw dry noodles.

I am in some industrial park or power plant area. Odd mix of heavy industry and nature. I find a hole with a ladder leading underground. I open it and some man emerges wearing heavy high-tech looking armor, something like the fallout armor.
The armor grants him superhuman strength and he begins throwing rocks and large pieces of stone at me and other dream characters. Me and the other dream characters fight back by [dream logic] throwing fruit [/dream logic] Supposedly it was because the fruit had acid in it that would cause the armor to rust and freeze up.
I get hit by one of the rocks, and die but become partially lucid upon the moment of my death and reset the situation.
I help coordinate the dream characters and instead of simply attacking we plan an ambush and end up defeating the man in the armor.

I am in what feels like a combination of a shopping mall and my middle school. I am lucid, and try to throw a plasma ball. It fails.

It began with me waking up in my Father room from the voices of my grandmother. She was complaining a lot, I then heard she said these disgusting kids made such a mess. Which made me angry that she would immediately assume it was me and my brother. That's when I got up and threw the blankets off me and kick my Father door in anger. I then look at the curtains and thought the sound of the kick was sort of wrong. I also started thinking it was weird that I wake up hearing I did a mess when I've been sleeping the whole time. That's when I got both of my hands and made my finger go through my it. It went through and that's when I became lucid and confirm it by saying " I'm dreaming " " I'm dreaming " I look at the curtains and the 1st thing I wanted to do was to jump through the curtains however as I did it push me back. I then wanted to fly as I felt my feet elevated with air I then jump to only find myself floating in the air. After being disappointed I decided to put my hands through my Father door to only find that it wasn't working. I open my Father door like it was any regular door, damn objects , as I open it and walk in the living room I confirm it was night and that all lights downstairs was turn off. However the orange lights outisde flash through the house giving me some sight. I then tried to create a video game character by thinking of it. I close my eyes with concentration and then open my eyes to find that it didn't work. I then began walking more through the living room and could tell the dream was getting slower sort of like lag in games, this alerted me that the dream would end. So I rub my hands together as I made my way upstairs I rub my hands together again so the dream can be prolong. As I reach the top stairs I could hear in my Mother room that the game Tekken 5 dr was playing. I enter the room the lights were off and I saw the flat screen tv hang up on the wall. As I enter in my brother said hello, I look at him and said hello back. I then jump on the bed and once more wanted to go outside. I look at my Mother wide large window and attempt to go through however it didn't work which made me unsatisfied. My brother and I began talking he was saying he was learning a lot of characters in the game and that it been taking awhile for him but he told me he was getting really good. I replied by saying yes you have been playing for a long time. My brother smiled and pop up the PSN screen menu really quick and then went back in the game. I had an idea, I immediately told my brother to bring the PSN screen up again. He did it again in confusion as I took a great lookat the date label on the screen. The date said 8/15/11 , which suggest this dream is being claimed as in the past. I then look at my brother and ask him how old he was . He lay down on the floor and said he was 14. I took another look at him and confirm that he look exactly like his present day self which is 19. I began telling my brother about lucid dreaming saying that were in a dream that claims we're in the past. I told him " I am not the brother you knew, I am the future of myself I also know the future you as we ll" My brother look at me and was wondering how I got here. I said it was because this is a lucid dream, we then began debating about if it's a time machine or a dream. He assume it was a time machine due to all the things I was saying. I told him it wasn't but I can't 100% convince him, as he and I both sit down on the floor I decided to get up which made the lights turn on. I thank my brother for giving me a new topic to debate with my brother in waking life in the present day. He told me he would never forget what I told him. I began walking to my Mother front doorand stare up at the ceiling. I could tell my brother was wondering how I plan on leaving. As I stare at the ceiling I said " oh subconscious may you come on down and join us in this conversation. The subconscious replied by making me go through my Mother door and sending me in a different dream scenery. I look around and was in some house , there was 5 room in this average size house. I walk and saw a few other people with me. I look at them and could tell we were here to kill each other. The last person alive wins all the cash, as I observe the room I notice they were in all good details. I then open the door in the 5 house place to only find myself back in my living room, the only difference was that it was early morning now instead of night. So I open the front door and look outside, I was amaze by how green it look. I saw 3 other people who were also in it to win all the money. They were standing just talking that's when the blonde headed woman yell the word hello. I look at them and the scene and the feeling of the outside and felt like I needed to question myself again. Because it look , felt and seem too real, that was the only problem it was too real to be real. The blonde headed woman ran toward my way to hug me, as she doing so I was wondering why because everyone here knew they came here to kill each other. I then came to the conclusion that she must be doing this to everyone so she could gain their trust and to make them 2nd guess themself so when it's night she can kill us all while winning all the money. As she let go of me I stare in to her face and knew she had to die. So I grab her and force her to hug me, As I pulled out my pocket knife from my pants I quickly stab her in the back. I then got her body and carried it on my shoulder. That's when everyone enter the 5 room house again as we all knew it was time to eat. As I enter in the house a guy with a red hoodie ask me if could sleep in my room, I told him I already had my belongings place there and that he could have the other room in the back. I then proceeded to laying her body on the table and went in my room. I notice a mirror and decided to look at myself in it. This time nothing seem wrong with me, everything look correct as I would in waking life. I was in the clothes I had when I fell asleep so I thought it was impressive. I heard everyone getting near the table preparing to eat. I came and sat at the table and told everyone the dead body on the table was my food. I look at the specs of the table intill the person in charge came and said it was time to eat. The person in charge had purple hairi n a pony tail and she was waering a black jump suit. As everyone began eating I ask her why was she doing this? She answer my question by saying we were all a family and wanted to support us. I look at the yellow, red and blue sparkles on the table magically appearing out of no where on the table I figure I'm probably going to her for thinking we're all a family by killing each other. I then wanted to ask my subconscious a question for real life. I ask it what's a different food I could eat for when I wake up because when my parents ask me what I would want I usually don't have an answer because I don't know many foods out there. The answer came in my head and it ws indian food and I was wondering why I didn't think of that. But considering I was in a dream in a way I guess in a way I did think of it. That's when I began hearing this soft pulse beat and felt like I was going away. I saw light blue grayish and then woke up. Lucidity Time : 8 mins

4/29/14* My wife moved abruptly to turn off her alarm (timing was right IWL), but due to all of the HH's I get with my wife moving, I took it as an HH and kept my awareness basically attempting a DEILD. I had the sensation of laying in bed but a visual, over to my right, of myself (I assume) floating face down above the bed. That scene and the following was too much of a lengthy continuous scene to have been HH. I think this might have been influenced by a scene in the poorly rated movie "Apparition" that I saw over the weekend where the main character sees himself stuck on the ceiling and is unable to move on the bed either but eyes wide open (looked like sleep paralysis) while his girlfriend is being attacked by an unseen force. Mine was more of a dark outline of a male body on the ceiling. I believe it caught me in one of the NREM stages but the bizarreness of it eventually woke me up for real (or my wife moving again). I remained calm but continued to get rotating dark figures above me so I just laid back...mostly enjoying the show. Very memorable. 139