I was staying the night at a friends. And my friend, Tracy kept smelling something. So she walked around the house looking for the source of the smell, she was smelling both me and her cousin that came over for a little bit. Then she opened her phone and started texting, in the text message she was trying to save her cousin embarassment by telling her to remove her shirt. Then the dream ended. In another dream I was at a gym, shooting basketballs. Some people in the gym were playing around too much and I yelled at them and said "Give me the ball, Damn!" I ended up getting my phone taken at the end of the dream.
Non-lucid. fragments. I'm in a sandy beach-type area, with a boardwalk / Hut structure covering the beach. I'm here on the boardwalk with people I vaguely remember from high school, acquaintances, people whose faces I remember; but not their names. I am on the sand, fighting someone who I don't recognize. I win, and proceed to kick sand in his face.. I spit on him, and proclaim " eat it!" As I walk back onto the boardwalk, my old classmates seem to look at me with fear and resent, they step away from me as I go up the stairs. Iits strange how well this dream captured the way I felt about high school.
Dream 1# Not Lucid I was in a retirment home and was watching over this ladies room for some reason. I went looking around and all these old people were staring at me strangly and asking me what are you doing here. I told them Im looking after my friends place. Finnaly I got annoyed from all the questions and I went into the room and was by myself for a little bit. But different people i knew began to come over and show up at this place and so I would invite them in and we began to play different kinds of games. Several people were playing uno and other card games while I was playing beer pong but with a weird twist. For some reason we had no cups and instead of the the cups we were using chips and cookies that we put frosting onto and if the ball stuck we had to eat the item. I then left the room and went back outside and it had changed. Dream 2# Not lucid I left the previous room and found myself in a police station instead of the retirement home there were cops and detectives walking around and drinking coffee. I walked over to a few and just kind of blended in with the crowd. Then a man came over and asked what I was doing and where I had been. He said we had some work we had to do and that we best get going. I looked at him confused and felt that for some reason he knew me and that I was his partner or something. We went out and watched some people and eventually came back to work. We were by our desks and I was looking everywhere for my bowl for lunch. I asked my partner and he began to yell at me for always forgetting stuff. I tried to explain to him that I was sorry but I know I put my bowl in this drawer and it was not there. He just kept yelling and yelling so i walked around the office and looked for my bowl. Eventually I was looking inside his desk and I found my bowl wrapped in a brown paper bag. I said see I told you I didn't lose it you took it from me. He then smirked and said well I sure did but you didn't even realize i took it from you until now. I was pretty upset at this point and left. I went outside and was hanging out on my parents old porch but the only difference was that there was a main road running directly next to my parents house and part of it turned into their driveway. I went out into the snowy street and kicked around some snow but as I was doing that My partner came back and started yelling at me about how I was not doing a good job. That I lost my bowl again and that I am a horrible dective. I tried to ignore him but he came up and got into my face and pushed us into the street. I fell down and dropped a bag of cheesecakes and a group of bikers came by and rode over it and then I noticed the brown paper bag with my bowl in it. it was in the middle of the street as well. I went to grab it but the partner kept kicking me and pushing me into the slush in the road. I got completely dirty covered in this brown slush and pushed my partner away and grabbed my bowl. I walked back to the porch enraged. I was so pissed off at this partner of mine and how much of a douche he was. As I got back to the porch my captain came over and motioned towards a snow pile. During our fight some little kids crashed their toy cars (that red bottom and yellow roof car that they stick their feet through the bottom in) The kids were dead one of which was hanging outside of the car and the other still in it. We then went into the garage and saw another kid was murdered but that we didn't know how. So we decided to cover it up to save us from the paper work and make it look like an accident. that his toy car released to many gas fumes and caused him to die of lack of oxygen. My captain called me over to the middle of the street i was at and asked why I was not doing a good job as a detective lately. I looked at him and then looked at my partner and he understood what was going on. We used some knifes and began to remove some rubber tiles from the ground in a rectangular pattern. My captain began talking to me about how we have not been able to get many people onto this case for awhile as each person was some how linked to it. That we had an old lab geek that had to be put away in a mental home because of his involvement and how my partner was believed to be the killer behind it all. The scene slowly faded away as I woke up in real life. Dream #3 Not lucid I was now in a school I seemed to know the layouts of the building well. I was walking around the building looking for my friends. As I was doing that I saw these strange creatures and began to talk to them. They wanted to go on a mission to find some kind of ancient artifact and wanted to know if i would help them or not. I decided i would and i gave them some money to help them on the way. I gave them 1000 gold and they took off into this hole in the ground. I thought to myself about how nice they were and wished them the best of luck. I went around and opened a locker and looked at my classes for the day I was lucky it was only two of them today. I went around and looked for my class but I couldn't seem to find the right teacher or the right room. I saw my best friend leaving from a class and i asked him if he knew where it was and he told me he did and pointed it out to me. I thanked him and as i was getting to walk away this hole appeared beneath me and this evil man grabbed my leg. I asked him to let me go as i tried to pull my leg away but he wouldn't A pop up menu came up in my vision and I clicked to manipulate him for 100 gold As i clicked this the men I helped earlier came over and began to rant about how much they hated this guy and how he was going to suffer for not helping them on their quest he let go of my leg and they pulled him into the hole in the ground. I turned around and this Giant tree elf lady was floating in front of me. I looked at her woody body and asked her can you please give me a blowjob? She looked at me and smiled and went down to her knees and began to suck me off. It felt so good I was looking around to make sure nobody was coming. She just kept going at it and then I noticed a teacher walking past and she looked at us and said I hope that it was sex ed related and I smiled and said yes yes it is that's the class we have right now and I pointed to the sign next to me that said sex ed Room 101. The elf creature got scared and started to stop but i pulled her back and began to thrust in motion with her. she got freaked out still and got up and ran towards the bathroom. I followed her in and saw several people i knew I went in after holding the door for a few and went in to use the toilet. I looked around and saw lots of guys and girls going and using the different types of toilets and several of them were overflowing for some reason or coming very close to it. Several girls walked over to me and asked what this one girls problem was and that she must of never seen a lesbian before because she wasn't liking the way they looked. I made my way outside eventually and found some people i knew and began to chat with them. But as i was I woke up.
Unfortunately this dream was the night before the night before last night, and I'm just now writing it down, so I'm heavily depending on the little keywords I'd written that morning… I'm in the woods behind my house and I see a little hole in the ground by a tree trunk. I crouch down and look into the hole and I see many snakes of different species inside, some moving slowly. I get very excited. A hibernation den! Now I can visit snakes even in the cold months and I'll have them all to myself! I don't reach in to hold any, though, because I don't know if that would be harmful for them to come out in such cold weather. ((The day before I was reading a reptiles/amphibians book of Indiana and it talked about snake hibernation dens, and I hoped that I could find one. So that's where that came from.)) So I walk away from the den and I find another, much smaller one, where I can only see one or two thick, rough-scaled green snakes, like emerald tree boas, though I don't remember if they had pits. As I crouch there near it, a wet, tiny one comes out, and I realize that it's actually some sort of hatchery/nursery. A big one comes out right after, and I'm afraid to move, because I'm afraid that the bigger snake will attack me since it would want to protect its young if it saw me as a threat ((for the record, in the waking world, I know that that's not how it works with snakes)). I move a little bit, and the bigger snake freezes and draws his head in a little, while the baby retreats back into the den. Hesitantly, I stand up to walk away, and the bigger one also goes back into the den. I am relieved. At some other point, I'm in the living room and I jump up and bend my elbows so that my hands are near my shoulders, and I flap my hands quickly. This causes me to hover, or difficultly fly a bit. I fly around the living room a bit, but that's all I remember from that scene. I think my grandmother might have been there at some point. At some other time, I'm walking down the street to get to "the end of town", which were the directions which we had given to someone else. The end of town was apparently barren except for a few people living in poverty, with lots of dirt/mud smeared on the road and sidewalk. My Mom was ranting about how we had told someone to go to "the end of town" but we didn't tell them which end to go to, and now they had gone to this one, and now they won't want to go to the right "end of town". After this, we're walking back and a news man comes to interview me, holding both the microphone and the camera. He asks something that I don't remember, and I hop along while flapping my hands so the hops are big and drawn-out, like I'm on the moon or something. I say something sarcastic to him and refuse to answer his questions seriously. At some other point, I'm standing in a room with a model wooden ship and a man. Out of habit, I do a reality check, and realize that I'm actually dreaming. Remembering the task of the month, I look at the man and say, "who's my soul mate?" He hesitates for a moment, and, disappointed, I think that he won't answer. Then he looks at me and says, "you should sell all your plates." I'm amused, and I don't ask him further. I walk past him to examine the model ship, reminding myself that Im' lucid. However, next, something happens which I don't quite remember, which is so interesting and engrossing that I forget to remind myself that I'm lucid, and I fall back into a regular dream. At some other point, I go downstairs in this house to find three rooms: a bedroom with a desk, a living/game room with a couch and a TV, and another room with more games and another bed. The living room/game room are connected with different carpet, but no walls or doors. The first bedroom is closed off with a door. Inside the bedroom I find a snake, rough-scaled, with dark green and blue stripes. He's hanging from a stand that you'd give a parrot to perch on. I pick him up and say, "aww" and "you're such a baby" and the like. However, next, I have to put the snake back because my mom calls down from the stairs and says that she's about to show some people around the house, and if I don't lock every door and window before they get to the basement, then she will proceed to show them around, even though I am naked. I frantically go to lock and close doors and windows, and there are suddenly more doors and rooms than there used to be. I managed to lock nearly all the doors, but there is one room that I don't get to in time, so I have to go close the door and lock it while my parents and their friends are in the room. They all stare at me awkwardly while I go in, naked, to close the door. Later, I've locked every door, and, I thought, every window, but my mom leans in through the top of a window to say that I hadn't locked the upper third of that window, because apparently that window folds open and closed and requires three locks. At some other point, I'm flying through a jungle in the treetops, flying the same way as before. I see some cool snakes, and I get scared by some creepy bugs, and I'm trying to get over the tops of the trees, and at the very top of the trees I find some dopey, fat caterpillars with yellow underbellies and green(?) tops, and they cheer when I go past them above the trees, and they rejoice, saying something like, "finally! a person who's as pathetic as us! Friend!" At some other point, I'm standing on the top of a tall building, with another man in front of me. Out of habit, I do a reality check, and, again, realize that I'm lucid. Since the last time was sort of unsatisfactory, I ask again who my soul mate is. The man, the only one in the vicinity, looks at me and says, "that guy" without pointing or otherwise indicating who "that guy" might be. Giving up, I jump off the building and try to fly just by thinking about it, but it isn't working, so I flap my arms (my whole arm, like a bird, not just the hands, as it had been when I wasn't lucid) and go higher and higher, and I try to shape shift into an eagle or something, but it isn't really working, and either I fall back into a regular, non-lucid dream, or I wake up. I can't remember.
Morning of February 16, 2014. Sunday. One dream was a variation of the last shorter one (“What comes next?” - not posted to all sites) though there was not much to it (and no phrase about a “Ninja village”). Although it was the same basic plot, it had a different focus of trying to look beyond the lighter squarish wooden bars of a crib or larger cot as they call them more often here; not sure of the exact size of the cot, but the dream repeated with more distortion and a different sized set of wooden crib bars, it seems (unless my view was farther away in the second version - not sure) - creating the optical illusion of seeing one environment (with writing) and then seeing a different environment (with different writing). I get a memory or realization of those cards of animals in cages whereby you slide the card a bit within the cardboard “frame”/“cage” and it becomes a different animal. (In reality, each aspect of each animal is in equally-sized vertical alternating strips across the card, so that one is fully hidden by having all of that set of strips hidden - technically this would work with phrases as well, even a full paragraph, with a different letter, or column of letters, in each set of alternating strips). The main longer dream has a lot of mixed-up aspects. It is somewhat disjointed and going from completely different concerns. The first main part involves a matchbook cover album; that is, a book with plastic liners whereby you collect and store various interesting matchbook covers, which is similar to one I had as a younger teenager. I am with my family and we are living back on Barolin Street. The images are not like typical matchbook covers, though. One has a child seemingly ready to climb a ladder. I think there are a few (unknown) actors, some of 1940s cars, and so on. Mainly there is concern about which ones should be on which page, for example, how to organize by similar themes, subjects, or location source. Later on, there is a loud party south of us, about three houses down. The area is different than in real life. It is apparently a biker party, but not that many people are there. I am on the front porch but it is much more open than in real life and the yard is much bigger. There are at least two bikers riding around with flaming torches. I am uncomfortably aware that these bikers, from something I had seen fairly often on the news (false memory) have a tradition of going around setting things in people’s yards on fire. This makes no sense at all, as we have at least four larger items in the yard made of wood and which at least two, I think, are bookcases full of books. There are also a lot of educational documents and the many drawings and comics my two oldest children have done (of which there are several volumes as in real life). There are also boxes of various flammable items I am concerned about. I do not think they will burn things on the porch. Somehow, I am able to move the important things into the house before they burn up. I seem to be running out of room in the house, but there is just enough space to get through the doorway to the porch. I ask them to please not do what they are doing and note how important some of the items are. Of course, that does not work. I somehow end up with a large sword and end up killing both of them with little effort by running it through their chests. After a short time, my wife and I slide the remains behind the wall and the back of the couch on the porch along the southern wall. (This couch was on my sister’s porch in this same way, not ours). At that point, the remains are not much larger than a couple of ventriloquist dummies and almost seem like it due to their lightness and “floppiness”. Another man comes looking for them, I assume. I draw the sword across his throat and store his remains in a small cardboard box. Soon, a very large man shows up with three others. “Well, you’re very brave,” he says when I stand my ground. I notice that he seems to be a bit too large and tall to be human and is very chubby. He transforms into a more octopus-like version of Cthulhu. Longer grayish tentacles come from his shoulders and upper stomach and other areas. I am not impressed at all for some reason, although it does take three attempts to kill him. At first I run the sword through his large, thick stomach which does not seem to hurt him enough to kill him. Then I run it through his chest. It feels very realistic. I can feel the vivid resistance and motions of the act. There is even an awareness of the feeling of the sword moving near ribs and into the heart area. The Cthulhu/biker looks extraordinarily surprised and I finish him off with the sword across his throat. The other men look somewhat afraid now that their leader is gone (while standing in a seemingly “convenient” triangular formation at my front) and I quickly kill all three. Two through the chest and one across the throat. There are no more to have to deal with. I go back to the house. A short time later, I see my brother-in-law across the street from the front porch (he has never been to Australia). This is a very vivid awareness with very clear imagery. I wave to him to get his attention. He is with an unknown female, seemingly a younger relative of his whom I had never met. They had gotten off a bus, I think. When he comes into the doorway I sort of hug him and tell him I am glad to see him. He seems a bit bigger and taller than in real life but not really imposing. They both sit down on a couch on the other side of the porch opposite from where we had put the “biker remains”. There are two ambiguous main ideas - that they are there because they have no money or place to go - or - they are there due to having come into a lot of money and want to give it to us. He sits on the woman’s right (my left from the viewpoint). In a short time, however, when I talk to him again, there is a different and younger male sitting in the same spot. This may be another relative of his. I am not sure where he came from or where my brother-in-law went - perhaps the kitchen or bathroom. I am apologizing for the chaotic state of things (with the boxes and furniture I had moved during the biker events). My youngest son somehow climbs up on top of a display case/shelf, somewhat like a wardrobe, with an open glass door and falls, hurting himself. Oddly, the muscle in the back of his upper arm is suddenly about four times the size it should be. My wife mentions getting ice for it, but I think he should get to the hospital. Again I am frustrated over the chaos that is still ensuing. I am so annoyed that I merely “push myself out of the dream” even though I was not lucid in any way. In meaning, my sister had died recently, so her husband (still alive in reality) came to see me. It was at the Barolin Street house possibly because the porches (his and mine) were similar - though our present house has a more open porch as mixed-up with the last home in the dream. The bikers may be based on the fact that a brother, the last one still presently alive on my mother’s side, was a biker. He also liked playing with fire by spraying lighter fuel from his mouth onto a burning torch. There were times we had bookshelves and boxes of books on the lawn where I had minor concern about an unlikely sudden downpour, but only on days during packing and moving. Cthulhu may be yet another play on pachydermophobia, similar to the vacuum cleaner from another dream, as an octopus tentacle is somewhat reminiscent of an elephant’s trunk. However, there was no fear in this scene even though I was not lucid. The matchbook cover album foreshadowed the scene with the bikers randomly setting things on fire - relative to “where” the matchbook covers/fires should really be.
Updated 06-20-2015 at 07:03 PM by 1390
1. [Lucid] I woke up earlier than usual and so I attempted a WILD counting back from 100 in my head. //I begin to slowly rotate on the spot until I'm facing the wall, I open my eyes and I see my wall, bed and pillow, I haven't quite figured out I am dreaming so I try to rotate back to my sleeping position, for some reason I feel like I'm on the verge of ejaculating, I then start to ejaculate and I'm trying to stop it as to not make a mess//, this in turn woke me up to a sticky mess and the realization I was just dreaming. Legend: //=Lucid
Today i dreamt i was on the hall of my home, i had a substitute key for the garage because i was finding the original. i came down the stairs and went to the garage. I opened the garage and something told me the original key was inside the motorbike bench, i opened it and there was 2 original keys. my mom asked me from the building if i have found the keys. i showed her them. Dream elements: -garage keys -garage -mom Technique used: WBTB hours slept: 6 hours
I am not going to go into detail, just don't much feel like it. First part of my dream occurred on a bus. I was talking to an old kid from public school and we kind of liked each other. Then he dated my old foster sister but he was rude to her but she loved him anyways. Then I was in a an adult math class where we were learning basic math skills. Everyone was writing down notes but I was memorizing the lectures that were actually about how to be a waiter. The teacher was a lesbian and she was hitting on me but I didn't mind cause she gave me good marks. There was a fragment about walking along a dark road with a ditch on the side, something about frogs I think.
Updated 02-16-2014 at 01:04 PM by 67330
2/15/14 saturday last night, bed around midnight - 9am Everytime I woke up, I knew I had a dream. But it seems like I'm missing the recall just by seconds. Like catching the "red wave" at traffic light, when it seems like you catch every red light as yo go. If only you drove few seconds faster, you could get out of it. I'll do better tonight. Reading book about Cayce. It really is awesome. It makes me pause after almost every sentence to be able to absorb what it's saying. I'm very inspired by it.
Im on a stage in front of 200-275 people, 3 pepole are facing the crowd in frount of me and i cant see who they are on their knees hands tied behind their backs. I have a gun in my hand. I take the gun and shoot the one on the far left in the back of the head after I shoot him I cant make out his face because his face has been blown off because of the gun. I proceed to shoot the other two in the head with the same result. Then I put the gun and just as pull the trigger I wake up. (Help I have been having this dream for a month now.)
Updated 02-16-2014 at 08:08 AM by 67960
Dream fragments: I drove like a maniac to go to my house. It was raining. My dad waited for me at the door. I did a RC next to my sister in dream but I don't remember what happened next.
Thor I am Thor from the Marvel franchise. I have to defend this castle from this army of alien goblin things. (I don't know what exactly these things were, but they had humanoid bodies, wore crude-looking armor and utilized midevil weapons like swords and axes.) Anyways the army has invaded the first line of our defenses and are in this large courtyard surrounded by a high castle wall with turrets built along the side. The entire dream has a dark orange atmosphere to it. I jump in and start fighting. I seem to relatively immune to any of their attacks, but they are invading and killing people that are vulnerable, so I must act quickly to destroy this army as fast as possible. I swing my hammer (Mjolnir) and can knock out a few of them at a time. When these beings get hit, they break apart as if they are made out of stone, and crumble into dust. It's going to take FOREVER to kill them all. I have NEVER seen an army this big in a dream before, there must have been a hundred thousand of these guys. Everything was huge. The castle, the army. I am Thor, so I can use lightning.And this was the only moment where I may have become mildly lucid. I knew that I am not normally Thor, but I have knowledge of his abilities so something is amiss... But I am too caught up in the moment to properly question what is happening and become lucid. I eventually try to jump into the air and slam my into the ground. This creates a shock-wave that blows away hundreds of these guys at a time, and they disintegrate into dust. This is the only way I can ever hope finish off this massive army in any reasonable time frame. I simply begin jumping (I am able to jump about 10 stories into the air.) around the area, repeatedly slamming the ground and clearing circles in this army. I continue to do this for several minutes, mixing in a few other moves such as lightning and hammer throws and swings. I must note that the lightning was very cool and it was very easy to direct and bring out. Eventually the numbers of the army began to thin, and the remaining goblin creatures began to disperse and retreat. I went inside one of the castle turrets and found myself in this really high tech room. There was a large window on one wall that was in fact a windscreen showing that I was in fact on a spaceship. (Huh... I did a lucid dream door portal while nonlucid) Anyways, there was a "final boss" dream character here. I can't remember what they looked like. They were very resistant to my lightning and hammer blows. I simply had to corner them and hit them repeatedly. The dream had become something like a video game, and I could see that I was depleting their health only very slowly. Fragment I met these two kids who were both about ten years old. They were telling me about some story that they were collaborating on. It was an action adventure story about this rabid wolf character who goes up against an evil businessman and his robot army. They show me three pencil drawings. The first one shows several variants of robotic minions that the businessman owns, and diagrams their weapons and features. The second drawing shows the wolf character fighting some of the robots. The wolf character is very large and intimidating compared to the robots, and he has these swords mounted on his wrists that can cut the robots apart. I think there was a third picture that shows the evil businessman's airship. Fragment I am in a location that feels like the field behind my grandmother's old house, but converted into a park. The atmosphere was orange-ish. I was sitting on a swing-set and there was some interaction with two female dream characters that I cannot recall. I think they were pushing me on the swing.
Updated 08-27-2014 at 07:18 PM by 53527
I find myself after several dreams that slipped my mind outside of a strange warehouse. I am riding in a car with a man but I do not speak one word to him.The snow fills the parking lot as we pull up in our Sports car and drift around the parking lot I laugh for a bit and then get serious as I looked down and saw a gun was in my hand. We pull over next to a set of double doors and we get out and go through the grey metal doors. We enter inside and get teleported into a giant space craft. I look around and see several pictures of our spacecraft and admire its beauty. Some action goes down and some how one of our co members got some alien gunk on them and I helped rush them to the nearest bathroom. I put them in the shower and turned it on and looked around at other people with me. For some reason one of the other guys was now pooping on the toilet and another girl was chilling in back next to some wooden lockers. I pushed my head against the shower curtain and handed the lady inside the shower some type of gel to help remove the gunk. but she began to freak out saying I was trying to peak at her I assure her that I wasn't and I was only here to help. I get into the shower and some how show her my naked body saying see you can see me I don't care I'm only here to help you. She washed the gunk off and got out of the shower but I noticed that I also had some of this slime on me. I quickly scrubbed it off and got out of the shower and put on new clothing. I put on some boxers some shorts and then some jeans and a shirt. The person next to me asked me if i was ready for the cold and I told them yes I had some thick shorts on under my jeans. We walked out a door and I woke up in real life puzzled by what was just going on.
Alice (of Wonderland) kneels down and waits. I can see movement behind her, something approaching, but I can't see it clearly from this angle, it's hidden behind Alice, until it gets close enough to be standing right behind her: a man and a woman, something off about their eyes. I'm aware they're here to take her to (Purgatory or the Underworld, something like that). I can hear music, a tune that reminds me of vaudeville. (Woke up. Back to sleep.) Three people from a motorcycle gang, driving down an empty highway surrounded by fields of tall dry yellow grass, passing a billboard where the ad's been scraped off. I can only remember vague fragments of the previous scene, but it had been focused on the leader of these three, and he'd been trying to escape something - fate, his role in life, something like that. The transition to this scene means he's failed to escape. He's thinking something about a murder that happened in the past. There are police ahead of them, waiting for them. POV switches to those 'police', although they look more like military. Weapons are being distributed, grenade launchers, and one of them exclaims over the model, he's very knowledgeable about it and excited to be using it - he says his father or uncle used this same model in a certain war. Another cop, one who'd been in that war himself, says something sarcastic, along the lines of "Did he? That's nice. Did he bring it home for you to play with?" The cop who'd been excited goes quiet, says "Well, no, but..." The cop who'd been in the war doesn't like hearing it talked about by people who weren't there, feels strongly about those memories being something you should keep apart, not bring home to your family. But he starts talking about it now - he says, "Good war, (he says a year). A single man could've turned the tide by pledging his country to one power or another. And even a warrior likes to hear that." (Woke up. Back to sleep.) I'm in the moon kingdom from PGSM. (One of my lucid goals is to travel to the moon - I suspect that inspired this non-lucid.) Chibiusa's here, she grew up here, and I'm thinking, wait, how can Usagi and Mamoru's daughter be living in this time period? The scene changes with that thought. In the present, on earth, Mamoru's working as some kind of private security, wearing a suit, standing with other security around a limo that's stopped in the middle of the road, having some kind of confrontation. He's in trouble here, and he's aware Usagi's in trouble elsewhere and he won't be able to reach her to help her. He's holding something small and black, and he's remembering when it was given to him by a man who told him some words to memorize in order to use it, to transform. I'm thinking, the fact that he had to memorize the words indicates that he wasn't Endymion at all, he was simply playing Endymion's role, filling in for him; this was also indicated by the uniform that he transformed into, which resembled Endymion's but was much darker, almost black, unlike the real Endymion's much lighter blue. Now that he's trapped, he passes that black object along to one of the other men working security with him. He starts to tell that man the words he must memorize, but as he starts to say them, the man taking the black object finishes the words himself, he already knows them - indicating that, by chance or rather by fate, that black object has finally been passed on to its real owner. Endymion's true, light, uniform appears on him, and he leaves to find Usagi, flying through the air - which I have an incredibly bad feeling about. The real Endymion isn't necessarily a good person for Usagi to know. The other people Mamoru was with have left the scene, Mamoru's now kneeling in the street, surrounded by cops with a misunderstanding, and a police detective is holding a sword to Mamoru's throat. One of the cops calls the detective away - there's some order over the radio that means both that they're needed elsewhere and that Mamoru isn't guilty of whatever it was they think he did and should be released. The detective is extremely reluctant to follow this order, he doesn't want to let Mamoru go. The cop relaying the orders from the radio phrases those orders in a way that praises the detective's work up until now and stresses how much he's needed, and finally the detective releases Mamoru and he and the cops all get into their cars and drive off, towards a bridge.
His hair is darker than the midnight sky. His form is sturdier than Michelangelo's david. He's every girl wet dream come true. I'm not gonna lie,he's perfect. But what got me breathless is his eyes. It's a very unusual color. Warmer than the shining sun,but colder than the artic. It's a combination of gold with a hint of white. He doesn't talk. He just sit and stares. At first I was scared, but then he smiled. It was the most beautiful sight I have seen. He seemed lonely, sad even. He pulled me closer and bent down. After that I woke up. Who was he? Was he even real? He felt real. I can't stop thinking about him. I'm scared,lost,and confused. Will I ever see him again? Will I ever meet him...in reality?
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