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Became lucid in a mall. Woke up from excitement, then immediately went back to sleep and was lucid. I told myself that I would find "lucidity pills" in my pocket. That stabilized the dream like a charm. I saw sterling, but told him to go away. I was able to control the lights with my 'telepathy' power. I tried to find Jiin, but I couldn't remember what she looked like. Then I woke up.

Technique i used in achieving lucidity in this dream is one i came up with but it's very similiar to WBTB-Wake Back To Bed
Set up alarm to wake up at 3:15am,try to sleep at least 4 hours when you wake up at that time stay up for 30 minutes to 1 hour and focus on dreaming and becoming lucid.
You will eventually go to sleep and most likely realize that you are dreaming waking up in the middle of night has the best chances of becoming lucid in a dream.
NON LUCID , LUCID
Okay time for my lucid experience from last night:
-I am at my house but there is no one in there but my dream wife i am about to marry she is actually someone i know in real life.
-I walk around the house and see her and realize that she is about to be my wife, in the meantime we kiss and have romantic sex.
-After the sex i realize i might be dreaming and i do some reality checks everything seems fine i check my fingers i turn on the light it works.
-I do one more reality check and that's when i became lucid in the dream i look at the clock its 5:30pm i look away its 7:49 and i realize im dreaming.
-At this point im fully lucid and in full control of the dream i tell my wife FUCK YES FINALLY FULLY LUCID she wierdly stops like she is a robot that ran out of battery.
-I close my eyes and teleport to a boat full of beautiful women and i have some fun with them,after that i teleport back to my house and go out in the street.
-I'm like let's do something fun tried flying didn't really work out, tried being invisible didn't work and i think well let's do something that is actually possible in real life.
-I walk through the street and see some people i think about getting a crowbar to rob them magically a crowbar appears in my hand and i massacre like 30 people.
-I'm like hmm what next i tried getting a jetpack didn't really work out then i'm like let's teleport back to the boat with the women so i'm back at the yacht.
-While i was on yacht i shoot some women some i forced to have sex with me and some i throwed of board i had so much fun and i started trying to teleport back to home.
-That does not work out very well and i end up in a volcano and i burn to death,at that point i wake up and my dream ends.

NOTES:

-This was one of my most memorable dreams i ever had in my life it was very vivid and dream recall was amazing.
-When i woke up i didn't know if i was dreaming or waking up in another lucid dream scene, that's how much it was vivid.
-This dream seemed like it lasted for ages but it was actually from 3:30am to 7:00am.
-Try this technique i guarantee after you get used to this technique you will have lucid dreams every 2nd night.

The OFFICIAL Foxrally Dream History Textbook

Still not much dream recall today, although I'm satisfied with my efforts. I woke up in the night seemingly in the middle of a dream (around 5 hours after I went to bed), and I realized it was a great time to practice WBTB for the first time.

I didn't stay up long though. I was afraid that if I washed my face I wouldn't go to sleep as easily and lose memories of the dream. I stayed up for around 5-8 minutes, probably not enough to LD later.

Dream Fragment:

I remember someone wearing a bat man suit. I was in a place that looked like Gotham City.

YAWN.
had a rather lengthy dream but the story was quite convoluted, not as bad as last night I suppose ... and anyway it feels like I forgot most of it already. too tired for this recall stuff. someone make me nap after class today. aaaaaa.

I'm breakin' this dream into two fragments cause recall so baaaad~

(note: when my alarm went off I totally laid in bed remembering my dream but I think it failed because I was tired, so I was too asleep to really think about why I needed to recall everything. and I sort of drifted in and out of sleep while I was doin' that so that may have made me forget some things. sleep so important, yo)

Fragment 1 - Spiny Shrimp Scientist
Bein' in a tide pool watching a couple different scientists perform experiments at various times. One of 'em was a spiky sea shrimp of some sort. I remember being impressed by his dexterity as he maneuvered around inside the tide pool, moving things around, doin' stuff like plugging a tube into something. Neat.

Fragment 2 - Time Travel Girl Mystery
There was a scientist girl who managed to travel through time into the future using a device she built, except it sort of went wrong. I remember seeing the actual attempt, with her in the machine she'd built in the middle of her lab. First it was just some sparks on her body and she was smiling like okay sure this will work, but then there was just a lot of electricity all over her and her screaming and it was like you know she dead. She wasn't, though. She time-traveled but I think she was sort of scarred by what happened.

Then I was there, in her lab after everything, just super intrigued by what had happened and wanting to know why she'd built it and what she'd been hoping to accomplish. I remember investigating a book shelf and checking out little devices on her desks. Meanwhile, my mom was chattering away in the background, which made it impossible to think, until I sort of got mad at her. And then I felt bad right away :U

Anyway the cool thing about this fragment is that I was genuinely emotionally invested and curious about her story. COOL.

Originally Posted by AD0123

So it is pretty common for people to have sex in their lucid dreams and in their regular dreams as well.

For as long as I've been lucid dreaming (off and on for several years) I've never successfully had sex. Every time I try to do it (I am a male), the female parts are closed, no matter if it is someone in my dream from real life, a dream character or whoever. The outside of the vagina feels the same, but there is no inside opening, it's almost like there is a labia with a rock or something behind it.

I'm 24 I have had real sex plenty of times with different girls and I will say that I do have some intimacy/female issues but it shouldn't be to the point where my subconscious stops me from having sex in all of my dreams.

I was just wondering if anyone else has had an issue like this where their is a clear mental block happening over and over in their dreams. I just decided to make a post about it today because it happened again this morning. I even flew into the sky and called Aphrodite to ask her about it lol but I didn't really get any answers.

I have a simular problem . When i am able to get to the penatration part, it dosent feel natural. It feels rough, dry, or thr DC morphs into some strange object. Now when it comes to everything else ( BJ, DATY, TF, HJ, fingering), its very vivid and realistic. So my soultion is to avoid intercourse and do everything else. Oh, i have recently learned to make my penis very big ( 2 feet or so ). That makes for some interesting encounters.

I'm in a large open space in an office building, trying to find the elevator to get down to the ground floor. I find some open stairs in a lobby area and decide it's only a few floors so I could just walk it. I realize as I reach the stairs that there are holographic interfaces over the railings. The interface on the landing should have a map I can look at, but I can't quite seem to line myself up with it; I keep seeing the one for the stair portion, which only has the time.

Finally I make it to the bottom of the stairs. Through the earpiece of my radio, I hear that the operation is almost complete. Men in suits looking serious are walking around. CJ Craig, the President's chief of staff, is confirming things to people over the radio. I hear her say that yes, she really is Amanda Tapping. She's in charge of the operation and wraps it up.

Now I'm in a large room full of people who look like reporters. The staff room is crowded around because we've just finished the operation that was really long and hard. We're finally done, and a guy gets down on one knee and proposes to his girlfriend, who says yes. We get some news that the income tax in our state has indeed finally been repealed, which is related to the big project we've all been working on. Someone tosses the happy couple a present that they were holding back until the news went through because they didn't want the couple to have to pay the taxes.

The mood is quite cheery. I'm making my way around the perimeter of the group towards the back wall, climbing up on some desks in the cramped room to get around people. Mackenzie McKay, feeling like the general who has just won the war, shouts out to no one in particular that she will receive the finest of the deli meats from the conquered, as well as some nice cheeses. I'm climbing out the window to get on with my next assignment, and I say I will bring you the flesh of their beasts! I also somehow say aye aye, and a coworker tells me quietly that they've "tried that talk before, it didn't help" meaning that implying she's a captain only made her more pompous.

I try to think of better phrasing for my beastflesh comment when I'm rudely interrupted. I'm now most of the way out of the window onto a stack of crates on the tarmac, and there's a llama here that has bitten and pulled away the navy blue jacket I was holding in my hand. It's unsatisfied with my jacket and proceeds to bite at my arm insistently, which is quite alarming. I try to think back how a horse would react and find it strange that it's not skittish.

Date: 3/27/2014 (Wed)
Total sleep: >6 hrs
Daytime Techniques: Text Search, RCs, Visualization, Mantras
Lucid Techniques: Mantras, Visualization
Recall Techniques: Mantras
Fell Asleep: Sometime after 11:30 pm
Dream Title: Daughter’s Birthday Party
Dream: I vaguely remember driving to this place. I am in a very large room. It appears to be in an old mansion. The furnishings are ornate dark wood. There is a long, wide set of steps with ornate hand rails and red, black and white oriental carpeting. My old high school friend Joe K is with me. He is wearing workout cloths (tank top , blue shorts, white sneakers, and a white head band). He wants to do dips, but the piece of equipment he is trying to use is broken. The handles are set down too low, about a foot off the ground. I realize there is another piece of equipment he could use. I walk to it, but the two handles are too close together for anyone to get their body between them. I look closely at the handles and realize they can be adjusted, but it would require removing bolts and I don’t have any tools. **Jump** I am still in the same room, but the exercise equipment is gone. There are people in the room who I don’t recognize…yet I feel perfectly comfortable. I know it is my daughter’s birthday party. There is a long ornate dark wood table surrounded by chairs (looks like it could seat 20 people). I am standing at one end. My wife is there and wants to take pictures of the cake. I look at the cake; it is a ½ sheet cake with white frosting. In the middle of the cake is a plastic frame to hold a picture. I briefly wonder why there is nothing written on the cake. The picture is of the cake, on the table, with my daughter’s biological father lying next to it. I know it is her dad, but he looks like Antonio Banderas. . I briefly wonder why there is nothing written on the cake. My wife wants to take a similar picture with her lying next to the cake and wants me to stand on the table to take the picture. I am very annoyed because I down want to stand on the table because we don’t own this house, we are only renting it for the party. My alarm goes off and I awake.
Awake: 5:30 am
Vividness: (scale of 1-15, 10 is waking life vividness) D1 = 11
Awareness: (1-10; or lucid) D2 = 5
Length: (how long it felt like! Because that matters) D3 = 8 min
Emotions: General happiness, annoyance at the end
Dream Signs: In a mansion, exercise equipment that won’t function properly, a childhood friend, daughter’s father appears to be Antonio Banderas, wife asking me to stand the table
Notes: I took magnesium, and 2 capsules of B5 and Chorine. This had some strange effect. When I lay there, with my eyes closed, I was seeing strange images and flashes of color. I am quite happy that I remembered a dream last night. Due to circumstances beyond my control I was kept awake until after 11 pm. Those circumstances caused me to be very emotional, which cause me to have issues falling asleep. I don’t know exactly what time I feel asleep because my clock was covered. I wasn’t expecting to remember any dreams with so little sleep. I awoke to the Police song “Every Breath You Take” playing softly. I shut off the alarm and lay there for a few minutes and shockingly remembered some of the dream I was having just before I woke up.
Text Search Experiment: (Day 4) I paid close attention to text all day yesterday. I repeated my mantras as well. I didn’t notice any text in my dream. However, I specifically noticed that the birthday cake in my dream didn’t have any text on it and briefly wondered why there was not writing on the cake (Happy Birthday???), but didn’t do a reality check.

Night of March 27, 2014. Thursday.



I am wandering about in an unknown neighborhood (possibly in late afternoon); could be either the USA or Australia, though it is probably meant to be the USA as there is snow about, and the weather would be correct if assuming Wisconsin.

I move my hand over a green picket fence and then a mailbox for some reason (the metal type with a semicircular top). The mailbox seems familiar and possibly to a house of someone I know - but not familiar in afterthought. After a time, I notice that I have the power to make snow and ice over everything. The sound as the power unfolds is very similar to the sound of a boot crunching into new deep snow. I soon notice that the entire left side of the street is a wall of snow and ice with the mailbox just slightly protruding to indicate any sign of man-made aspects ever having been there at all. Eventually, the right side also becomes a wall of snow in a sort of blissful, pleasing awareness.

However, I soon notice that I am walking through a long perfectly round tunnel seemingly made entirely of snow but with a small shallow stream moving through the lower arc just up to my ankles. I guess I made the entire region into being covered completely with snow. I feel very happy. As I have said in the past, snow and ice is one of the most ecstatic and stimulating dream features. Over time, I feel so blissed-out and ecstatic, I simply fall down into the welcoming coldness, with sensations of “melting skin” causing “sweet” body-wide sensations.

After a few minutes, I feel myself being dragged face-down through the cool shallow water. There is an (unknown) girl on each side holding onto each of my arms pulling me along. They are both wearing elaborate golden jewelry in several forms, including large earrings and bracelets and even a collar. I feel slightly embarrassed, mainly because I do not quite know what to say or how to address them. Instead, I mostly just make stupid vocal sounds and comments like “Wherem I goin’?” (instead of the more logical “Where are you taking me?”). Being dragged through the ice like this is almost unbearably pleasant. It is almost close to (but not as intense or fifty-percent unpleasant) as the “painful” feelings in dreams where I walk on train-tracks and become overly aware of the bizarre sensations in the bottoms of my feet - or walk barefoot in the streets at night during a heavier cool rain (in dreams only).

Over time, we enter a large room. For a time, I see a shadow of who I perceive to be my wife (who eventually stands), but she has the associations of a late 1940s “jungle girl/queen/goddess” comic book (I even sense a leopard and a torch on each side of her throne). She is sitting on a throne which at first looks like an intricate and high-backed park bench but which has spirals and spiderweb-like patterns going about the area from it. The area is like some sort of domed cave but with a modern feel, somehow, perhaps man-made. The patterns actually change as I am trying to focus, in breathtakingly beautiful ways.

Over time, I notice a large tornado. However, the tornado is made of variously-colored lines and turns into a “Spirograph” tornado and is mostly nonthreatening. It morphs through various swirling three-dimensional Spirograph designs as I watch and begin to “float”.

Morning of March 27, 2014. Thursday.



Despite the date being March 27, my dream self perceives the date as October 31; Halloween. My dream is set in Rockdale, which is a town in New South Wales where I have never been. (Rockdale is about an hour’s drive north from where my wife was born in Port Kembla.)

My family and I are in a large room that seems to be in a school or educational venue but with associations of an informal party. We are on the leftmost side of the room. There are Halloween decorations present, including paper chains of orange and black. There are also drawings and paintings of traditional Australian Aboriginal art and about one-fourth of the others are of Australian Aboriginal heritage.

The teacher seems to have similar attributes as my wife Zsuzsanna. Most of the students are from about three years to about sixteen. I seem to be young, perhaps around eighteen, even though I am vaguely aware of my conscious self identity, though not enough to trigger lucidity.

On my left, I see a handmade A2 poster, presumably made by some of the students. It seems to be about my heritage, including a family tree. However, in looking more closely, I see it claims that I am from the town of Tecumseh in Ontario, Canada. Other towns are mentioned - mostly variations of “Tecumseh” and my last name (which happens to be an actual town in Missouri). Thus, instead of being a reliable family tree, it is a “travel tree” relating to where people are from or have been (though its details are incorrect).

I am offered to select from a sheet pan (baking tray) of cinnamon rolls. They are made to look like snails. I pick up one of them and eat it. It has a very nice flavor, somewhat like baklava, with a bit of strawberry.

Later, an unfamiliar girl goes outside at the request of the teacher. It seems related to a traditional event. Soon, I and others follow. A tornadic waterspout approaches from the distance, following the road, heading towards our building. It seems threatening, yet there is a remarkable beauty in its shininess and overall appearance. The young girl seems to have goddess-like powers and purpose. She hovers about three feet above the ground, with arms horizontally outwards to each side. She performs a pirouette in mid-air, implying some sort of counter-force as the waterspout moves closer. Its winds throw her into a scaffold, head first (causing brief unconsciousness), though the tornadic forces do become a bit weaker and less of a threat. (This seems to be a variation of a dream from early childhood where I was about to stop a tornado by turning a merry-go-round to counteract it, knowing I would win against it. This part of my dream also seems to have an association with the “Deep Space Nine” episode “The Storyteller” regarding a traditional defeat of a monster cloud by a chosen person. The storm cloud was called “Dal'Rok”, similar to “Rockdale” with the syllables reversed, which is probably not a coincidence as dreams often distort words in this way.)

The girl recovers quickly and gets up to do more pirouettes, each one just slightly touching the outer forces of the tornadic waterspout and making it smaller each time. There is a change in its color each time. I decide to help her. I go and get the sheet pan and throw the “snails” (cinnamon rolls) into the twister. Each time, there is also a beautiful spread of different colors. Eventually, in lessening it each time with both our acts, it dissipates.

I look back and see that other people, coming out of the building, are very happy and appreciative that we have defeated the storm. A few of them even applaud as I wake.

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Although this dream is obviously RAS-based waking symbolism as is usually the case, there are presumably also spiritual associations (Yin and Yang balance) with the affirmation “I am made of the healthiest energies in the universe” utilized with special audio for several hours and before this dream. This also comes from the line “snips and snails” after “what are little boys made of?” and “sugar and spice” after “what are little girls made of?”, thus my preconscious creates snails made of sugar and spice to symbolize balance and unity as related to health, additionally symbolized by the Yin and Yang implication of opposite tornadic forces, first appearing in my dreams as such in early childhood. Although a sustained affirmation directly influenced this dream, I do not consider it scripted (which involves most dream detail deliberately structured beforehand, not just a foundational affirmation).

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Of course, on a mundane level (core symbolism of the dream state itself), a tornado is simply the augmented association with RAS when linked with inner ear dynamics (similar to what triggers dizziness or passing out in real life, the opposite of waking symbolism). This is validated by the snails, which visually also symbolize RAS inner ear dynamics (cochlea, though it is the vestibular apparatus directly linked to balance, though cochlea implants are known to cause dizziness in people who get them).

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Additional personal notes: As it was a waterspout (though on land), this dream fits into the “water lowering waking symbolism”, a factor of at least one dream per sleeping period for over fifty years. However, such waking symbolism is typically not a dream self dynamic, more often occurring on its own or with a passive focus.

Both the teacher and the young girl in the final segment seemed to be different versions of Zsuzsanna, who was also present, though younger than the teacher version.

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All I remember from my dream was a ship on a body of water

So today I was feeling kind of transparent, so I took a REALLY long nap and had a really long crazy dream.

I woke up in my room, and for a minute flipped the switch in my head that I was dreaming. I saw my dream self-shift up from my waking body and settle into the dream scenario and within this amount of time I went from aware I was dreaming to red alert. It was very strange. I totally changed.

I got up, looked around for a bit, it was dim in my room and I could make up lumps of random stuff in the room. When I got up my body didn’t get up with me, it was like I was too ‘sore’ to get up so instead of my physical body within the dream walking around only my vision moved around as if I was watching someone and not actually playing a part in the dream. I was aware of this and didn’t like the idea that I was being shut-off.

As I tried to get up I tried and it was almost like gravity was too heavy and pulled me down to the ground.
Then a different scenario popped up. The slumlord was home and he was complaining on the phone to someone about a pirating incident and that there might be some sort of tracking device in the neighborhood. I kind of said “okay…” to myself like it wasn’t weird but it was.

I couldn’t find my mom anywhere. In waking life she was still at work but in the dream the slumlord said she was missing and didn’t seem to give a damn, he was too worried about there being ways to find more ‘movies for free’ and continued to walk around the house in a frenzy, it was really annoying.

I looked sat down on the couch and realized there was a movie with my dogs in it playing except it as like someone edited the video footage and put their creativity into producing a movie about my dogs, which is ironic because in waking life my baby coco died from a bladder stone and this footage was kind of like a gift from my subconscious about remembrance as it reminded me of family home videos I used to watch a lot when I was younger, except it was staring my dogs. I remember in the video one of my dogs was barking at something and then for some odd reason there was pixie dust remnants around the dog, which was one of the edits.


So I got up and checked my phone and realized that all my contacts where replaced with strange names or unrecognizable characters. One of my contacts that I needed, my mom, was listed under some strange name that I can’t remember. I tried calling the number then realized that I got a text from the number when calling, it said something like “I’m over at…..house, not coming back EVER” I took this as if the person, my mom, was serious. I closed my phone while staring at some bizarre photos that reminded me of porn but all blurred out and thought how they could on my phone, apparently one of my unknown contacts was sending me perverted crap. (I have a flip phone that is definitely not 4g or photo compatible) I then went around the room wondering what to do. My imaginary friend in the dream who is also a spirit ghost asked me what I was going to do about this as if there was a reasonable answer. I just shrugged and then I heard some strange noises outside my window. I looked out the window and saw a car pass, nothing unusual. I then saw my imaginary ghost friend pull out an ipad device and show me something strange on the United States map on a very strange map? I then asked “what is that, I app where they tell you about zombie outbreaks?” I said jokingly and then I woke up while still annoyed that the slumlord was truly deserving of his name.

I remember that I was accompanied by Erza, Natsu, Mirajaine, Grey, Wendy and Gajeel from Fairy Tail. We were running around looking for a crystal. I don't remember looking for a crystal but my notepad says I did. We were also in a castle with obstacles. That's all I have :( I do remember that I had a great adventurous time in the dream and that it lasted for about 30 minutes in dream time. Too bad my recall sucks.

Next day or two days after:
I am in a village in Turkey and am on a balcony with a friend. The balcony suddenly starts shaking and collapses and I first land safely on the ground myself and then save my friend. Then there is a fire in a 5-6 storey building in front of us on the 3rd of 4th floor and soon the entire building is on fire, a cousin of me dies. Then kindergarten kids start running out of the building acting weird, growling and walking strange, almost like running zombies without distorted faces and bodies, we call the contagious disease 'bonkers'. So I teach kids who don't have it to act like the bonker carriers so that the bonker-kids think they are already infected so they don't bite them. Now we are in a group of about 10 kids including me, some infected some not, running up-hill. Next to the house of my aunt someone is selling ice and my uncle is sitting next to the salesman.

Next day:
I don't remember much of it but I was in a world with magicians and spells. Again I know it was a really cool dream but because of my bad recall I can't remember what is so cool about it :P After that one I was in a room with computers at school where you could connect to the computer and get lucid or feel what it is like to be lucid. Someone was giving a lecture on lucid dreaming. If you are reading this you will obviously think to yourself 'Damn this dude is really talking nonsense', I know. When I have bad recall I can tell what roughly happened but not why or how.

I was in a kitchen, but a really small and narrow one... or at least just a part of the kitchen. There were pizza boxes with a circular dough sitting on top of foil in each box. They were sitting in a metal drawer to my right. A bowl of pig fat and a bottle of tomato paste appeared. They were the ingredients for tomato sauce. I opened a box and spread cheese on it, and placed it in the oven. I grabbed a second box and begin to put cheese on it. I then remembered that I forgot to put tomato sauce on the first one! I checked the oven and the pizza looked alright... I then squeezed the tomato paste in to the bowl of pig fat. The tomato paste was pink and clumpy. I mixed it but it was too thick. I squeezed in more tomato paste but it was still the same.

A fragment where a character was referred to first as Silverhand, and then specifically as Airgetlám.

An army and civilian followers are camped around a castle they're allied with, south of their home. Their next ruler is with them, but he hadn't officially taken the throne yet. Now, someone still in their home country is making his own move for the throne; in response to that, the one with the army is standing up in front of his people and officially declaring himself king. This gets a mixed response - some people ask, by what right? Even though they were already following him, you still can't just crown yourself.

A woman's sitting on the outskirts of that crowd listening to his speech, by the top of a cliff, with three gnome-like creatures. She seems amused by the speech. One of the gnome-things distracts her from it by making too much noise - she casually kicks it off the cliff. One of the other gnome-things then grabs her by the foot and does the same to her, much to her surprise.

My lucid dream starting like many of my dreams lately, with me standing up with some effort. I thought I was dreaming, but I also thought I might be actually standing up IRL (which ~has~ happened to me before!), but I quickly realized I was dreaming. I walked around to find somewhere. No one else was around. At one point I turned a few corners and ended up at like a dead end. I stared at the wall and just stared, and that made me feel like it was going to make me lose lucidity, so then I walked away and relaxed my focus and that seemed to help. At one point I meandered into a room where there was a bed (I had been seeking) and it looked like there was a naked man in it, but the scene did not last long enough to be specific.

Later and lucid I completed a DreamViews Task of the Month. In my dream, I saw this lady walking at a distance and I shouted over to her, "WHAT IS YOUR MIDDLE NAME", but we were too far to hear each other, but as she drew closer (we were kinda going parallel but converging), I asked again, and she said Judith. Then, a couple other dream characters showed up and it seemed like I was gonna get a line of DCs all wanting to tell me their middle names! but I wasn't actually even told another one.

Later, and less lucid but still aware of the context, I remembered feeling like I was in a cramped space with rowdy people, and so I didn't feel exactly safe or at ease, kinda like a tailed animal around a lot of feet and legs.