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I had been working on a large series of dream meanings (relevant only to my own continuously paranormal path in life and in addition to my own generic “dictionary” series on a couple sites) as well as working on a set of previously unposted dreams with music in them.

During this time, I uncovered yet another series of layers regarding my path in life and how everything I had seen since birth being seemingly specifically designed for me in very complex “in joke” ways to the point of obviously being beyond “impossible” for people who do not even believe in anything “unusual” in the first place - something I find astounding to this day, but I roll with it with pleasure - regardless of how incredibly redundant and “silly” it all is. After all, this has been validated time and time again much to the dismay of certain people who would rather not even think about it or what it could mean, thousands of times over in subtle and intricate layers - over fifty years or so.

At any rate, my wife just happened to do a search on “96 Tears” by the oh-so-hilarious over-the-top “hint” of “Question Mark and the Mysterians” (which I even laughed at the universe for “doing for me” when I was very young). Even regarding then, I think the “96” in some cases is Yin and Yang moving away from each other (contrary to the “69” Yin Yang representation), as the song is negative in that meaning, including the lines “…and I might wave, come up here, but I don`t see you waving now” (reference to the back-to-back mirrored twos of Yin and Yang as waves moving apart or conflict with other influences as waves, as opposed to the face to face twos as the heart on the plane which is Yin and Yang in harmony). Other lines; “Too many teardrops for one heart to be crying, too many teardrops for one heart to carry on; you`re way on top now since you left me” and a few subtle references to the “two hemispheres” (American and Australian “crowns” or Crowned Lovers of Destiny/Crown of Destiny or “The Lover Crowned”). Additionally, because of its shape, a teardrop can also represent either Yin or Yang in the “unlinked” (suggesting crying out of loneliness) swirling form.

At any rate, additionally, my wife found something amusing recently - from 1996 - a couple years after we had already married. It is an actual book called “96 Tears” - apparently some sort of amusing detective novel (yet again with the “mystery”). On the very first page is the line “She looked like Zsa Zsa Gabor…”. My wife and I have continuously been astounded by the Universe’s sense of humor. The book is written by Doug J. Swanson (“Swan son” - another play on Yin and Yang and the number two represented by a swan or number 22 as two swans, which are “mirrored” face to face in some wedding decorations as the heart shape). Zsa Zsa also represents number 22 with the two Zs (looking like a two, but when mirrored - looking like the bottom half of the heart on the plane - identified as the Australian Yin - Corona Australis/Virgo/6 and so on), which are also in my wife’s non-anglicized first name - as well as the connection to the other Gabor that demonstrated more “funny business” with the two animated cat movies (“Gay Purr-ee” to the later “The Aristocats” - this being only because I could not tell them apart when younger, so the “humor” was even more complex than originally thought - that is a long story I have already written just a little on.)

Meanwhile, an additional note on “The Naughty Lady of Shady Lane”, which has several not-so-subtle clues for me. First heard when my wife was nine days old (as they say “nine days old” at the end of the song, and heard nine days after the eclipse - “nine days old” being an anagram of “So landed Yin”, haha, although nine is technically “my” number), and mentions the “whirl” and “girl” (yet another Yin symbol, and rhyming with another - “swirl”/or spiral - indicating the spiral-like “cycling”/“circling” and all falling back to 69 or 96 - the cycling “teardrops” or raindrops or whatever you prefer.) At any rate, I made a note that Burl Ives (a main celebrity-based symbol for denial of the Crown of Destiny due to his role in “The Bermuda Depths”) also mentions “Shady Lane” in his old “Big Rock Candy Mountain” song which my father also used to sing - although there are a lot of different versions. Meanwhile, as more fun play, “Crown of Destiny” can make the anagram of “Condor Yin Wefts” or whatever order is preferred. This relates to another prophecy on; “the Eagle from the North and the Condor from the South”, a personal reflection identifying Yin as the condor (Corona Australis) and is also a play on weft, woof, and warp, etc. (a play on the universe making it all happen as if weaving the plot together in higher levels or dimensions) - which someone we know used to joke about, along with Australians calling Americans “Yank” which I first misheard as someone calling me “Yang” and it was one of those “absent moments”. (I can even make a play on “Astral Yin” - as an added “painful” pun).

I did note the “cycling” concept of Yin and Yang as the circle. There is a lot behind this. I happened to see the old Cowsills video of “We Can Fly” which has a ship’s wheel turning - and which I had not seen since a very young child. In another video seen on the same night, Len Barry’s “One Two Three”, it actually has a roulette wheel. Some say this is also more relative to being the center of the “Wheel of Fortune” (no, not the TV show, but being a supposed human fractal construct of the universe - or Yang incarnate). I even got to see “Suzi Snowflake” which I have already written a fair amount on - the snowflake being the Star of David symbol-wise as well as Yin - and has the six points. At the end of this 1951 video is a suggested Yin Yang swirl, which was kind of amusing (and she also had aspects of the good witch from “The Wizard of Oz”). My brother also sang a song with the line “Hey hey hey snowflake” (a Jim Reeves song), for his wife - and recorded it when I lived at North Monroe across from them shortly after he married. It has the line “Now snow is gleaming and I’m not dreaming, I know this is for real”. There is also the line “You were standing there with snowflakes in your hair”, a cute play on the Cowsills song where they sing “…flowers in her hair” (about the “flower girl” - my wife was a “flower girl” in one Nimbin event as a child) and that Cowsills song has the last line “Was she reality or just a dream to me?" The difference is that in one song, she was standing in the snow, and the other, sitting in the rain…ha. "Unusual weather we’re having, ain’t it?” so said the Cowardly Lion or “every man”/“unresolved Yang” (as represented in my more recent “Dread Manticore” dream). This also was going to lead me to a writing on rainbows and snow (one of the Cowsills logos features rainbow-colored letters)…but, well, it looks like someone “beat me to it” so to speak on at least one site. Ah well. Synchronicity.

On one more added note for this entry, I saw a clip from “The Thomas Crown Affair” (1968). The clip had a small aircraft and on the tail of it was “9L” (“my” number followed by my last initial). The main song from it - “The Windmills of Your Mind” - has featured in a few dreams of my youth including a few about actual windmills. It starts out; “Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel, never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning reel, like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival balloon, like a carousel that’s turning, running rings around the moon”. I have already written on the carousel synchronicity, as well as (including posting the image) the “I am fragile” (said by “Yin” the snowflake) beginning - to snowball down the mountain “I am avalanche” BC gag, my favorite two-panel comic strip.

And of course, the opening to the show I watched when younger (one of the only shows I watched much at the time, in fact) “Space 1999” (where the moon left Earth’s orbit to travel through space - like a dream I had years before the concept aired) - featured the music and title with “September 13th” - my wife’s birthday.

Follow-up to today's earlier entry : went back to bed for a late morning nap and slept for approx. 3 hours, 2 sleep cycles, I recall waking up once with recall but chose not to record and just try to slip back in, I did go back to sleep but not lucidly, don't remember those first dreams, but I did wake up right from the second batch of dreams with decent recall.

As is typical for those late morning dreams after about 8 hours it pretty much was "go with the flow" very low awareness, except right at the end I was sitting with a bunch of college students on some table and notice a long blonde haired stunning girl with her back towards me (pink leggings?), and I start to hit on her making a joke about the topic of conversation (which was showers), I touch her back to get her attention and start to give a stupid pick-up line involving showering ( ), and decide, no, I'm not going to do that, and I instead just am very genuine and "would like to go out with you." She's looking at me and says something is different about you, your hair?, and I touch my face and realize I've shaved off my beard, and I feel that my hair is very long and sex-ay.

Then that transitions to hanging out with a bunch of college girls and a narrator says "you don't want to run with the buffalo" (meaning you don't want to hang out with girls who just are with you to raise their status but are otherwise not in your league.) and I wake up.

Morning of February 11, 2014. Tuesday.



I believe February 11th is somewhat of a significant date (for me to some extent) because of the 2 - 11 pattern (as part of the huge 2, 6, 9, 11, 22, 69, 96, etc. links).

This is a fairly short semi-lucid dream that is more like an in-dream “vision”. I am watching, over time, a giant diamond rotating in no particular location. Each facet of the diamond is like a mirror, each “reflecting” (from an unknown location) a different female face.

There are very strong feelings of love and well-being as the “mirrors” of this giant diamond “slowly explode” outward as a somewhat random pattern. At the center of all this is my wife. She is smiling at me. I strongly feel that she is the “only true female that exists in this world” (or “universe”/“dimension” wherever) and is the origin of all others since earliest memory (even imaginary aspects of female characters in past dreams as well as all other females throughout history). This makes perfect sense to me since she was (in my opinion) the first female I “sensed” at a deeper level on her day of birth from across the wide ocean (while near the Port Charlotte region).

I suppose there is also a very vague connection to the very similar imagery (of the rotating diamond-like facets) of the “Superman” movie (1978) concerning “The Phantom Zone”, which is a negative implication - but not really relevant to my dream. Realistically, though, I do now see the Superman logo as “diamond-shaped” even though it is not geometrically diamond-shaped - it is actually very much like the diamond on a wedding ring in symbolism. Also, my wife’s anglicized first name begins with “S” and “S” is a Yin Yang representation (especially when paired with two smaller offset “c"s, though).

This dream had a lot of "perfect” energy and beauty.

+ surprised a burglar at my parent's house [most of the furniture was already gone from their living room]: a woman, I take her in a headlock (after wrestling away a heavy wrench from her hands) out to the street where her partners arrive in a big van/truck, a man gets out and points a gun at me, I put the woman in front of me, I'm dialing 911 with my free hand, I eventually connect and shout to the police my address and that there's a burglar with a gun pointed at me and I have a wrench in my hand but haven't used it yet, he wrestles the phone away from me, he shoots 5 or 6 times quickly, I feel pain and see blood on my left side but I look down and can't figure out if I've been hit or not

+ DO: a woman is talking to another woman about dressing ("wear inexpensive clothes but make them look good") going in to a movie theater and watching the economy movie.

+ something about parking in the parking lot at a former job

February 10, 2014

review: a very long dream separated into three parts, a psychotic doctor is out for blood, two agents help me, a war breaks out in the sky

Psychotic Doctor
My neighbor is a doctor. The dream right now is abstract and our houses are little cardboard cartons. This whole time, I had no idea that my neighbor, the doctor, is a complete psychopath. He's murdered. And after word gets out about these murders the doctor flees and goes into hiding.

I was riding my bicycle down the neighborhood when I nearly run over a crazed man. It's the doctor! Half of his face is missing its skin. But right before my eyes his face starts to heal. Is he not human? Like a monster, he attacks my bicycle and I run away.

Later on, I take refuge at an elderly woman's house. But this house is where the doctor is hiding in. Threatened again, I run away.

Agents for Hire
Me and my friends are in a large office building desperately trying to get help! A murderer is on the lose and he's after us. No one believed our crazy story about our friendly neighborhood doctor who transformed into a monster, except for two young female agents. One was ginger and the other was black with curly hair. The duo were the youngest agents and they were looking for an interesting off beaten job.

They quickly hurry me and my friends away from the main office, their bosses, and into a private backroom. They ask me if there's anything supernatural about this case. And I explain to them his face was disfigured and then before my eyes he healed.

The agents were kind and listened to everything I had to say and seemed to be scheming where to go from here. As I told them my story I remembered more dream scenes *possible false memories*. As I recalled those scenes they happened again.

The woman the doctor is staying with is actually a little person, not sure why that detail was important. When I left her house I wasn't alone, I was with my friends. Afraid the doctor was after us, we transformed into tanuki and hid in some bushes.

The agents reassure us that they are committed to our case! But then, an explosion outside catches us all off guard.

Sky War
A real war has broken out. My friends and I and the agents were gathered in some sort of military headquarters. But after we left the headquarters I was separated my friends and never knew what happened to them.

The battle taking place on the ground was beyond me. Guns vs guns, not my thing. What could I do? I look up to the sky. The real battle was taking place up there! Thousands of aerial battle ships! From down here they all looked like black dots darting across the sky. I can't help but shout "Look at that!". I swear I even saw dragons.

I'm no use down here. What about up there? Im worried I won't be able to fight if I focus on flying. But I had a sense my friends were up there in that battle. I fly up high and higher. I flew so high I reached the first tier of heaven.

In this first tier of heaven there were computer screens watching the business of earth. I suddenly think about a DC who I know to be deceased and ask an employee if I can see him. The deceased DC was shrunken in a box, too depressed to come out.

"When will he be better?"
"When he's ready."
"He's an idiot but he's really a nice guy."
"I know" replied the man "I created him."

The comment goes over my head. From the computer screen I can see that thousands are ignoring the war and watching useless TV like the simpsons. I get angry and start popping in and out of the TV screens and inform them about the war!

I flew through a screen and entered an empty living room. For a moment the news on the TV screen hypnotized. And then I remembered "the war! I have to find my friends!" I fly through the TV screen again, hoping it would take me back to where I started.

Instead I found myself on a tropical island, maybe Hawaii. I'm 1000's of miles away from the Sky War. Life here is peaceful. I meet some locals who try to tell me there's nothing to worry about or fear here. They invite me, we have lunch, life is good.

Suddenly there is a large explosion! The locals run outside and think the volcano must be acting up. But I look up to the sky. Giant enemy battalion ships, the Sky War is here. I woke up shortly after.

Journal Entry non-lucid #30 Dream, non-dream (Comments)
Background: I slept later than usual. Typical Monday recall= bad.

Dream fragment 1, 10:20pm-4:00am."": I was at some party and I meditated with my sister's teacher.

I'm reading cards for an off-duty cop or detective - it's about his case, and it's not official. The Hermit - that's the criminal. The Emperor - that's him. And then a minor card that indicates cooperation between the two of them, and things going smoothly.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm talking to this alien I'm traveling with and my first instinct is to call her Red - she's red from head to toe - but I stop and think about how nicknames work in alien cultures. Best case scenario, everyone's going to wind up calling me Pink, not sure I'm up for that. Me and another alien head outside on some errand, crossing this huge field, and as we're walking I ask him about nicknames. He says, "You don't want to say my name?", and I don't know how to interpret his tone - maybe bewildered, maybe hurt, maybe I've just accidentally proposed marriage, I don't know. We're still crossing the field, but we've wound up walking on top of/sliding down a pile of giant, motionless serpents.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

There are these people trapped in a cabin on a mountain by a group of killers, and they're wondering if their two friends who left earlier made it off the mountain okay. The scene changes to a group of people standing around a car parked near the base of the mountain, across a field of tall grass - the killers, a 'family.'

I switch to the POV of the father figure of the group, and I'm looking at the two young boys with us who are new to the family, keeping an eye on them. Not too worried though. Someone spots a figure moving out of the forest and into the field - the figure shouts to us when she sees us, waves her arms to get our attention. I'm thinking, huh, we missed one. We'd found a guy in the forest earlier, I hadn't realized there was still another one out there. That was sloppy.

Me and those two boys go to meet her, and she starts talking about how she needs a lift. Walking her back towards the car, we get to the part of the field near the road where the tall grass is all flattened down from what we'd done earlier, and there are a few things, plastic bags and such, scattered around on the ground. She's looking at the things on the ground and looking a little uncomfortable, she asks what we were doing out here. Having a picnic, one of the boys says. The rest of us laugh. It's technically true.

2/10/14 Excited and carefree witnessing the end of the world. Exhilirating non-lucid turned lucid (dild)..."overjoyed!!?" is what I wrote in my bedside journal.- It might have been influenced by day residue of seeing a listing for the movie Melancholia in my on screen guide over the weekend and recalling the movie of which I had seen parts of (featuring a glowingly beautiful and bare Kirsten Dunst in one scene). I guess I need to go back and watch the whole movie. Very unusual awakenings tonight either due to an unusual (for me) and more extensive pre-sleep/in bed/closed eye review of recent dream signs, day recall, and some mantras and visualization of diving off a cliff softly onto a beach and floating back up, repeat. Unusual awakening #1 was after only 1 hour of sleep and directly from a non lucid dream. I don't remember waking up that quickly after going to bed anytime at least in the last year. Unusual awakening #2 was 40 minutes later (perhaps end of normal 90 minute cycle with some interruption time in between making it approximately 100 minutes from going to bed.)

Earliest possible part of dream was in a version of my office where I always seem to be coming back from training sessions and SC (who I haven't seen in a long time) was in a cubicle nearby and I could hear her leaving me a voicemail (could hear by way of the sound travelling from her mouth a short distance across the room). Possible transition or new dream to a group setting perhaps in a conference room with families present and someone hands me a camera asking me to take pictures of everyone. I see two cute babies across on the far side of the room and zoom in on them and snap a shot but the baby on the left's head disappears. I think "what?" but my mind fills in an explanation "ah, the baby tilted her head behind the other baby's head...there it is now" (or very similar thought). Moments later, while looking at the front of the camera it accidentally takes a picture and I look at the screen and it features a woman in the room looking provocatively towards the camera and her dress is purposely revealing in more ways than one. This scene somehow transitions to a large group walking outside at night time. The provocateur is there with her boyfriend and my wife just in front of me. The provocateur walks close to me and then in front of me as if she wants me to check her out and I grab her from behind in a flirty way but then move to my wife and grab her from behind in a loving way. I can hear someone talking about how some planet (or other celestial object) is crashing into Earth and I am looking into the sky. Everyone starts running but my wife and I seem to have no fear more like a joyful running through this field and there are flashes in the sky, beautiful flashes and I realize that I am definitely dreaming. My wife says something like "lets make love one last time" and we are now running in a different direction from the group deep into the field for privacy I assume. I remember the TOTM (true love) but I think I said it wrong or she heard me wrong and she answered "It is to give others what you can not." I remember thinking that perhaps she meant "give what you think you are not able to give." I woke up shortly after and just had to write it down before trying to re-enter that dream or any dreams. The most memorable part for me was running through that field and looking up at the sky lighting up...breath-taking! Afterwards I managed to get various dreamlets of 2 to 10 seconds in length, some of which I found fascinating at the time but eventually had to get up. 105

Got lucid at the very end of a dream 2/8/14 but decided not to count it. It involved my computer acting strange (dild) but my awareness was low as it had been recently until this morning.

I am outside, It feels like I am in a parking lot and the school is on some kind of field trip.where a mirror was set up looking at myself. I have very small eyes and a large, mushroom shaped head that is completely bald. Some dream characters are laughing at me and calling me a freak.

2.10.14 Monday

Last night, bed 11:45pm - 8:45am

DR 5:37am

I'm sitting on a chair, behind a table, in Ophelia's kitchen. Danny is standing there. Op walks in in white bathrobe. She says she wanted to go potty, but... [I don't understand what she is saying here].

Suddenly there is a huge earthquake jolt, that moves my upper body forward. No sound, no nothing. Just one big jolt. I start explaining, why jolts are a scary shit, unlike the rolling kinds, that give you at least some kind of a warning by starting small.

I get by the wall and we look at each other, knowing that it was fate, quake happening when I was not home. I get a mental piture of a nearby river and I expect it to overflow or break from it's banks. Either from that jolt, or from the aftershocks, that we are bracing for. Aftershock comes minutes later, and we know it's a bad sign. Feel of doom, that had to happen, it was unavoidable.

DR
I'm cutting fruit. Lots of fruit. Strawberry juices all over the table.

DR
Lots of people, most dressed in black. They are going for a funeral. Something about not having enough flowers. I think I left my shoes behind someplace. I'm sitting on a chair and my late godfather is flirting with me, he wants me to go with him so he can bone me. Tsk tsk.

DR
Something about large grocery store, checkout lanes, bad guys, ...

Yeey, 4 dream recall. Thank you

I beleive I had a false awakening atleast once, I vaguely recall going to brush my teeth and there being a new tube of toothpaste. This morning I awoke to find just the old tube, causing me to remember this part of my dream.

- I met my step sister or possibly cousin and her brothers.
- we had a meeting in a kitchen and I said that I didn't want to meet her and this offended her
- I remember thinking she was perfect and I just didn't care to be around her
- her brothers, there were three, were exposed the whole time as well
- something a bout Diddy kong wearing a blue hat and I had to change it red
- I was in a house/cottage a lot of the dream

using lookes w.i.l.d technique.
no lucidity.
I dreamt I was part of a group of young people who used spirits as magic. they were being taught by a group of older spirit users. I don't remember much from this area of the dream. eventually a darkness was released, followed by a group of demon users. the spirit users faught them valiantly throughout the dream, and made their final stand in a theater:
the demon user leader enters through double doors on the right with his group, and kills whoever is on the stage. he makes a speech about the weakness of the Spirit users. we fight him bravely until I am kicked from the dream by an image of the demons ripping apart the spirits.

1. [Non-Lucid]
There's this new system for getting a job in witch you get given your job without choice, It's my Nan's turn and she seems rather stressed about the idea and she gets given her job, Its my turn, I forget what job he gave me but I commented about how the hell I am going to be able to do this job with my disability, he said "just ignore that" in witch I replied "So what's my job then?", And so he gave me 2 jobs Music and Photography I think.

I'm talking with my friend Kye about what jobs we got, he isn't happy because he got Engineering, I said I got music, then I saw a random image of a white coach on a roundabout.

I get dropped of outside this place, so I walk to the door and enter the place and realize its an old 80's american diner, someone says there is free chocolate milk or something so I go past the tables to the far wall, the counter is to my right and there is a big tub filled with clear plastic cups with really thick chocolate milk in them.

I turn around from inspecting the tub of chocolate milk cups and there are these moderately attractive girls sitting at all the tables except the table next to the door, the girls on the table closest to me start commenting saying nice things to me, obviously something is a miss here, so I go sit next to this guy on the table next to the door, now the girls on the table across from me are commenting nice things at me, I'm embarrassed and decide to speed out of the exit as I have had enough of this bullshit, I somehow manage to smash a window on the way out.



Possible dream signs:
Kye, Nan, walking, door

"Garbage dive and clowns" This was probably one the weirdest dreams I have had in quite some time. To give you a visual I viewed this dream from a movie perspective meaning that there were multiple cuts to various scene. For the majority of the dream I was just an observor watching the events go down, influencing the endings with where every my unawoken mind went. Over the course of the night i woke up twice so emotionally involved in the dream I went right back to sleep hoping to revisit the dream I had awoken from. Luckily i was able to each time

First thing I remember is looking into a home with someone else. Some kid took out the garbage and then began thinking about garbage. Next thing I knew I was in millions of pounds of garbage but it was not the kind all bagged up. I was all squishey and was alive. Felt like I was in a tub full of worms! My companion asked me how much more time till we get to the bottom! I said it will be very soon. Meanwhile unfriendly clowns were holding hostage some of my friends. The clowns had set up an enitre under ground world in which there were doctor clowns, school teachers clown, school kid clowns, librarian clowns, every type of human job replaced with a clown face and human body. They detested the presence of my friends and had tortured some of my friends. Luckily most of the hostages were able to escape and they set up two barracades infront of a doorway entrance into an autitorium. The clowns held there distance as my friends had managed to aqquire guns.

Meanwhile back at the house I remember listening to a conversation between a young kid and an older adult. The adult was warning the kid not to play in the garbage but the good was friendly but defiant in his beliefs repeating "my uncle has always told me if you are in garbage keep digging".

In the midst of the garbage I recalled what this young prophet had said and i told my companion of this seemingly profound axiom. We began chanting it and very soon we recahed the bottom of the pile. The garbage was essentially a large vat contained by 4 walls that descended down for hundreds of miles. I did not know where the garbage actually began, only where it ended. I felt my feet dangeling out into the air as my body slid through the rest of the slimey garbage making a thick waterey that resembled that sound of a tounge clicking against a cheek. Finally my head exited through the muck and I dropped about 10 feet into a dull and dark halway. I remember landing with an umph on the hardwood floors.My companion was thankful to be out of the mess and I reminded him to be quiet as there were clowns all around us.

We managed to exit the eerie hallway and make our way into another large hallway swarming with clowns of all sorts. The first type i remember was opening a door in the hallway and seeing a tall and slim woman clown reading a book to a group of young clowns sitting criss crossed on the floor. She stared at me with a deceptive hate in her eyes. The actual seblance of the clown is hard to describe because their heads seemed hollographic, Meaning they switched between the face of a human and that of a clown.

'" come on lets go!" I yelled to my companion. We sprinted down the long hallway slapping and punching the clowns that we passed by. The hallway was full of twists and turns and at every corner we would run into a clown that seemed to be busy working doing things like carrying lots of paper work or drinking a cup of coffe.

Soon i began to sense we were near my friends as I had multiple flashbacks of them crying out to us from the barracades. we ran through the hall way shoving our way pst multiple clowns until we bursed through a door and found ourselves in a large room filled with hundred of angry clowns. I looked around and noticed one of the barracades. I made a run for it with my commrad right behind me and dove over the barracade into the safety of my friends. "Thank God your here" they said.

Then I woke up.


Feels like an epic dream that i should write a creative ending for.