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I can't remember what was going on before I became lucid, but just before it happened I had run into this restaurant. I yelled something at the man behind the counter, then went into a back room. It was here that I realized that my perspective of things in the dream (POV) was "off" compared to reality (similar to first person in a video game; it's just not quite right). After this, I looked around and tried to bring my tulpa, Thel, into the room. I wasn't able to do it though, but I was able to hear him talking to me.

I continued to try to look for him, and kept attempting to bring him into the dream. I went through a second doorway into a large hall that wound around in a circle. There were various swords and Japanese armor hung up along the walls. At some point while walking along this hall I lost my lucidity.

The next part I remember took place at my dad's house. I got in an argument with my grandmother over my being an atheist. The argument went on for a quite a while, and then the doorbell rang. These people filed in holding various asian foods. They said they were from Taiwan, and had come to take me on a trip there. One of the people went into my dad's bedroom, where our dog was taking a nap. I came in to see the dog growling threateningly at the man, and I slowly tried to calm him down and get the man out of the room before my dog attacked.

I dream my life is a Diablo-esque world, complete with (though I don't see it) two giant orbs that represent my life and mana. Most of everything else in this world is normal, only it's not uncommon to find red and blue potions lying around. Apparently, I've been very diligent in finding special blue potions that raise my max MP, and I know I value those slightly more than special red potions that raise my max HP.

I'm having a conversation with my sister and her wife, and we are just lounging around, Arabian-style, on pillows and cushions. I think I'm congratulating them on their marriage. Suddenly, a pile of treasure appears (MAN I love Diablo world!), and I excuse myself to go collect it. When I go collect it, my high school friend C appears and complains that he doesn't get enough action. For whatever reason, Dream Knowledge tells me that C is one of the best henchmen to have and develop statistically, so I keep him around in my party. He uses a bow and arrow, which I find kind of funny now that I think about it -- C is a big dude, he's a bit of an ass at times, and he breaks every archer stereotype you'd find. Also, we are all of a sudden in a dungeon now, and it's somehow C's fault, so Goddammit C! This dream fades before anything happens.

In my next dream, I'm sitting at a table in a fancy restaurant for a dinner thing. I'm with (starting from my right) a beautiful woman who I'm related to somehow (Aunt? Friend? Cousin?); a rich, good-looking man who is our host and also trying to seduce the woman; our host's shallow sister, who doesn't really want to be there; the woman's husband, who kinda has a beaten-down-by-life vibe going for him; a space-filler guy who, I'll say it now, does nothing at all in the entire dream except probably be the host's friend?; and the host's father, who is exceedingly old and richer than astronauts. In this snobby restaurant, they charge us $3.50 to go visit the balcony that has a view. For our meal, our host got us each some sort of roasted bird, another roasted bird, and expensive red wine.

During the dinner, the host gives the woman a red dress (possibly the same one from my Space Nazi dream?) as a present. The woman seems indifferent to it, and appears kind of melancholy at best; her husband doesn't even object to the host's blatant and obvious flirting.

The old man suddenly needs to use the bathroom, and orders the woman to help him, which she reluctantly obliges. She returns shortly after, announces "he just needed to find the doors," at which the host takes everyone else to go help/watch his father pee/poo (don't ask). Only the woman and I remain seated at our table, where we just drank our wines in silence. Neither of us really wants to be here, and Dream Knowledge tells me that we are both really sympathetic to our respective situations.

10.23.13

Last night bed around midnight - 9am

Long and detailed DR remembered upon awakening

I'm walking into a pet shop. Not sure why I'm there, because I don't want to buy a new pet. Soon after I walk in, I realize it's not a real shop. It's just a household that sells pets. There are some guiney piggies running around on the filthy, worn out, burgundy colored carpet. One, black and white piggy is very friendly. I bend down to pet him. I tell the woman owner, that he reminds me of my gp.

Dogs are running around in the room. There is dog poop all over the place. Barely enough space for a foot to walk around it. Piles of neatly layed poop logs, and squirts.

I'm not comfortable there. I sense some kind of a danger. The owners are not what they seem to be. As I thank her for showing me around and I'm trying to leave, her mood is changing. She is angry I wasted her time and not buying anything. So she invites me to look at her birds.

We walk to the shop window. I realize, that is the same window I saw from the outside, walking by so many times. There are parrots and other small birds sitting on perches by the glass, nicely spaced out and more of them in the whole area. I remember I used to have a bird, but I don't wan't one now. But I know I have to play along, so she doesn't get mad.

I'm leaving now. They are walking me out the door and I know I'm in danger. I had a bike that I left leaning against the wall, and locked. It had a small oval sitcker with two green froggies on the pedal assembly. It was locked. But my bike is not there. I know they stole it, so I don't leave. But I don't dare asking about it.

I start yelling for others to call the cops. There is a group of people now. Together we walk in through the side door. It says 6B and I believe that's the pet shop place. We walk into the short hallway. Someone is taking a shower in the door immediately to the left. We hang right and I hear some other people in the house. Byt the wall paper and house decor, I can tell we are in the wrong house. We turn around and quietly get out of there.

I open the door to the right. It's a hallway. I recognize it as the place I walked through getting out of the pet shop. We keep walking. I enter another room of the house. Looks like another shop. It's suffed from floor to ceiling with shelves full of merchandise. It is very disorganized. Shop owners husband is there. He is checking out some phones or walkie talkies.

I start yelling at people to call the cops again as I start fighting with this guy. He is a big guy. I pick up a white user manual almost as thick as a phone book and start hitting him on the head. I finally knock him down.

Then I'm outside, across the street. Talking to a female cop. Telling her how I knew they stole my bike, because when I motioned towards where my bike was suppose to be, the owner acted suspiciously.

I saw fragments of a futurama episode where everyone dresses up and becomes like the professor and goes somewhat mad.

I walk into the middle of a field where there are many rabbits and someone comments on how female rabbits are annoying. The field is near a stream and has patches of grass as well as pathways of dirt. I end up lying down in a patch of dirt, only to be surrounded by rabbits, small rabbits and large ones. One of the large one licks my left hand. Then, as Leela approaches me, they all form an Eiffel tower like shape around me. She comes over, and the rabbits turn to mice, and they all scatter, leaving an impression in the ground that there were buildings. We all go back to the ship, to find that everyone has gone crazy. I/Fry comment on saying that no one will believe the story about the mice, and we cant trust anyone because they are all going crazy.

I am in a large, convention like setting. There are many rooms with no roof. I had just finished working out, and made my way back to the room, shirtless. there are a few members from my school there. I have a black backpack full of clothes. I find a new tshirt that was one of my favorites, as well as a new pair of jeans to wear.

I am in a college. My mom enrolled me in classes. I come to find out that they just so happen to be the same courses as many of my high school friends. I can't believe the coincidence, and I think that it is really weird, but don't question it enough to do a RC. They are all 300 and 400 level classes, which is weird because I dropped out of college to join the air force. One of the classes there is a cute asian teacher with black hair and thick glasses.

October 22, 2013

Third-person

Desert strategy
I'm playing some kind of strategy game. The map is of a desert area with a few ruined structures. Dots (evenly spaced) are placed in a semicircle starting at the top going counterclockwise to the bottom. Each dot represents a place I can take control of - some or all of them are missions that need to be done. I'm playing against an opponent (female, but I don't know if she is human or AI) who's also trying to take them.

This is my first time playing the game, and I have no idea what I'm doing, so I'm feeling my way around. At one point, I'm doing one of the missions, and I can see a huge, dirty, black tower that I know is part of an oil refinery. Later, on the overview map, I've made it most of the way around the semicircle. It didn't take much effort, so this must be a tutorial map.

I select one of the dots and see I have some weapon resources; I try to send them to dots further on, but I realize too late that I actually fired them at my own holdings. That's going to cause enough damage that I decide to restart.


Flooding structure
I'm in a smallish room with another couple of men. The room is all concrete and metal, with pipes running along the ceiling. We're trying to do something with a pipe lower down, which is leaking. Despite our best efforts, the leak is getting worse and worse. With horror, I realize that something has destroyed the seals in this pipe, and that it's probably destroyed the seals in other pipes as well.

Now the room is filling with water, and we're all trying to get to safety. We manage to get get through the door to the stairwell. Other people from below are evacuating (we're underground). Near the door, on the wall, is a phone: against the advice of my companions, I pick it up and try to dial 911. I don't expect it to work, but the call connects. I don't hear a voice on the other end, just some electronic noises, and I don't have time to wait. I know that they'll send someone to check out a hangup call, so I just hang up and start climbing the stairs.

Now I'm walking around in a building aboveground, through a hallway that runs around an open courtyard. The courtyard is mostly just dusty dry dirt. On the far side of the courtyard, the building rises up a second story. Now I'm climbing the steps to the second story and see that the bathrooms are up here.

10/23* indoor sports again. This time indoor soccer I scored a goal vs 2 other players but they said no it didn't go in I say but wait the ball won't even fit all the way inside the small goal and I demonstrated that it went in through the front of the goal just couldn't go all the way in because the goal was too small. Now if it came from the side hit the post or side netting then I would not have counted it.
Huge game bureau or cabinet I remember there was a ping pong drawer which probably has ping pong balls in it and to the right of that was a drawer with a change machine, a way to get change I assume for any games that require coin operation there were other drawers labeled as well. This bureau became my wife's grandmother's bureau of stuff. She's close to passing away in waking life. Inside there are stacks of 1 yen bills on one of the shelves and my wife says yes there's like ten thousand yen in there. The stacks look uncirculated and perhaps in sequential order . Supposedly they're from the 70's. I tell my wife that they're worth more than that probably. My wife tells her mother and my son who is sitting on a couch facing away from the Bureau says shhh, she will spend it all. I think hmm is my son worried about inheritance? My wife tells her mother and her mother points to a zip lock bag full of a couple of wads of euros. My wife says no
the yen's. I wake up.
Fragment: perhaps a false memory of a break in to the back area of a garage. The house is different, a ranch style home but the garage is on the left like IWL. I wake up lying in bed thinking about why some short term memories come through to our dreams? And how some dreams are influenced by that very day's events. I wonder if it could be like one theory holds that dreams are part of the filing away of memories process. Perhaps during the filing away of the memory it gets included in our dream. That day I was watching a news story about a neighborhood that was having a lot of burglaries but the culprits were caught on surveillance camera.
I guess this would be a fragment because I do not remember how the dream started but I have a sneaking suspicion that I was lucid or semi-lucid before becoming lucid at the end. A guy and myself are escaping from group of pursuers and he is leading the way we come into some kind of warehouse and he walks up to a wall and it becomes a device that looks kind of like an elevator he pushes a buttonthe door opens I look inside and there are golden grid lines in an otherwise black void I follow him inside the door closes behind us and I wonder if anyone else got through that was chasing us. I realize I am dreaming as I seem to be zooming through space or perhaps a wormhole at very high speed and then all the sudden I'm shaken and I am just sitting there in a void of black, the shake and perhaps also the starkness of the surrounding is probably what woke me up and I'm back in bed.

kiss induced lucid dream (I don't like the accompanying abbreviation, though!). Seem to be a technique I'm developing....

00:00 Weds 2013-10-23

01:28 bedtime, argh, way off schedule.
06:18
1) Flying. I’m standing on a tall hill and I take a few quick steps and launch myself into the air, arms stretched out in front of me. Slow gliding. I see beautiful, vivid, high definition, golden sparkling grasses far below, amidst golden hills (WL, saw green grass sparkling unexpectedly in the sun, blown by the wind out the window at work). I look at the beauty below me and feel the magic of flying. I’m amazed. I say, “Oh, Yeah!”. I see two rotating golden disks (large) on the ground ahead, and I spiral down to meet them. The disks are like coins that were spun on their sides and now are rotating around about to flatten out against the ground. Someone’s sitting on the disks? Wife asks “why can’t the boy sambo?”

2) Swiss army knife & chase. I’m in a place with a guy and on a counter/shelf are 3 swiss army knives. The one on the left has a special bumpy/shiny case, and had blades outside the case as well as inside. I ask “hey is that the one with the saw?” “What is the one with the two blades and the saw and the file? Is that the Mark-3, the Mark-5, or the Mark-7? I used one in boy scout camp with the file, the saw, and the two blades.” I see the guy who designed the Mark-7. I say “I love that knife, every time there was a branch in my way I would saw that thing right off.” The designer and another guy start chasing me, he’s chastising me for cutting off branches. I say “they were dead already! Only on dry, dead wood!” He’s trying to fight/bash/damage me.

3) I’m flying DO high over a ski hill, flying up the hill. I look down and see a bunch of skiers, I know them. They are supposed to stop when they reached the bottom of the beginner’s hill. My view turns at the top and stops and looks at them skiing down the hill. One friend of younger son had only one foot properly fastened into a ski. I think we should have taught them how to stop hockey-style, feet parallel. But instead of stopping at the bottom of the baby hill they continued down the advanced big hill. I was concerned that they would crash.

F1) I see Chinese guy sitting on ground against a wall his legs drawn up to his chest. I say “hey, didn’t you used to be in charge of all media?” He said he’s not any more.

F2) walking through a city

F3) a fight about a demonstration

F4) something about my sister.

There was way more leading up to F1, but it slipped away. Long sequence.

06:30 – 07:30: WBTB
09:05 DILD #4! First LD in city in shared bed! Woohoo!
4) Sitting in a car, a Ford Fairmont (old family childhood car), red interior, I imagine the insignia on the car is a Cadillac logo. I’m thinking that the neighbors will not like that we’re bringing a second car into the shared parking area. Especially such an obviously American car. I was trying to put on my sweat pants while sitting in the car, my sneakers were on, I thought that will stretch the pants and get the pants insides dirty. I parked the car far away, on the other side of a large area from the house, I think “wait a minute, I’ll take this car into work today, because it’s a second car.” I plan to drive right up to our front door and park in the parking area there and get myself ready for work and go into work. I get back in the car and get ready to drive it. A couple of girls are standing just outside the driver’s window. They’re talking. Apparently they’re muslims. One has done something nasty and is going to be expelled because she has offended allah. One of them is in the driver’s seat and I’m in the back seat, and it’s time to back up, the car starts backing up. I think “this is not safe, I can’t reach the brake pedal from here.” I climb into the front seat together with the girl and reach for the brake pedal with my foot. We’re backing up. She’s enjoying it she thinks it’s a fun thing to drive. She’s smiling. We’re driving on the road in reverse, I think this is a bad idea, I look behind and turn the wheel of the car to the right, I look outside the back of the car and a man is standing on the road. There are boxes piled up around him. Then we’re driving forwards. Now we’re sitting in the back of the Ford Fairmont station wagon. She’s wearing “skinny jeans” and her feet are pulled up to the seat, I look at her legs. I lightly touch her leg. Then I look at her. She’s a beautiful young lady. She is sitting to my left, I’m turned facing her with my left arm around her neck, her head is resting at my elbow in the crook of my arm, it’s an intimate and tender pose. I look at her and think she is beautiful. Very vivid, totally life-like vivid, high definition and clear (“more real than RL”). I lean over and kiss her. Short, light, but more than a peck, about 2-3 seconds. I feel her lips on mine. I think “I’m dreaming,” and realize I AM dreaming! I pull back and with open eyes, I’m amazed, I’m a bit surprised, a quick moment of shock, it’s so life-like. Vision is bright and clear. I look back at the girl’s face, her eyes are closed, she has a bit of mascara on, her lashes are dark black. She is radiantly beautiful, shining practically, lit in the sun. Pure and beautiful. I glance out the front windshield of the car, we’re driving through a vague wooded area, the outside of the car is fuzzy: plants, trees go by. There is no driver. I am ecstatic, overwhelmed with that feeling of young love. I can’t think of what to do, I ponder for a moment and then say/think “take off your pants” and wake up, fairly fast transition, not much time to respond with a spin. I’m lying still in bed with closed eyes, think about attempting DEILDing back in but decide to record instead. Total lucid time: 10-15 seconds.

Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps.

Dream 1(fragments):

There was something about dragons and there was interesting old-school video game music playing.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was using some 3D editor and was making some kind of a chasm or a cave.

Dream 3:

I was playing new XCOM against SilentEternity in multiplayer, it was an open forest like map in the night and i've apparently had group of mutons including elite and berserker. I've send berserker ahead and he immediately discovered two enemy mutons, they were both out of melee range. At the end of movement berserker moved by himself towards one of enemies, but was still not close enough. Strangely, attack option was still active, with 1% accuracy. I used and it did hit, with critical, and OHKO'd enemy muton.

Dream 4(fragments):

I was going through forest and on some road and there was a random car.

Dream 5(fragments):

I was browsing some dragon images and there was one image of black dragon that had some description.

Dream 6(fragments):

There were two dragons and one was telling some story to another and then they started talking about changing email or something.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was playing some RPG game that was apparently somewhat MSPA/homestuck themed but with alot of new characters and some kind of 'mutants'. There were 9 members in the party and next dungeon looked like a tower.

Dream 2(fragments):

There was a snowball fight.

Dream 3(fragments):

I was playing doom with SilentEternity, we were playing deathmatch mode on a small level and it was castle-like, 9 connected rooms. Some rooms contained BFGs and keycards, semi-hidden, SilentEternity got to them first. Then we fought in one of the bigger areas, i had rocket launcher and actually managed to dodge all bfg shots and get 2 frags, then i accidentally shot rocket launcher while being too close, haha. Then fight continued in corridors.

Dream 4(fragments):

Was some story about characters with powers of some kind, it was snowing and an very powerful enemy appeared and started killing everyone, a few retreated into cafe where final fight started, main character apparently had control over snow and then everything started glitching.

non lucid
*I don't all the details but I woke up with a lot of compassion for my dad.

*My step brothers had some strange seeds they were trying to bury for some reason. I said see this is difference between white and black people.

i was at some party and i guess you could say i was some bored. i walked up stairs to this creepy old room and started wondering about self defense and if i could protect my self if iwas in a mental hospital. i saw a vaccume in the room and thought it might relaly scare someone who walked up there. i brought it with me up more stairs till i made my way into an old school living room. but this was like a living room hel. this ladys head who must have been some mom that went mad was infront of the fire place and was like all screaming. there was like a weeird view of the mountains where the party was but you couldnt see the party.

i got scared went back down stairs and started running. i opened a door and in my head there was a voice saying "they can;'t see what you see"

and right as i arrived back in the party the mom from upstairs was on top of the birthday girl like mauling her body! trying to save her i through water on them both. but it turns out the birthday girl wasnt really being attacked and i had only imaaginedd the monster so she was kinda like "wtf whyd you throw water on me"

00:00 Tues 2013-10-22
~ 01:30 (?) bedtime
03:19
1) Getting out of bed turning on the air conditioning. The A/C is a big grand piano with multiple covers not a single cover. I have to open one of the multiple flaps to get the A/C working. Wife can’t get cool she’s not comfortable. I feel the coolness of the A/C air and say “see, it’s cold, the A/C is working.” I or she says “it must be a cultural thing.”

F1) Standing outside in a large area, a truck is approaching along a long road. Truck arrives and zips around in a wide open area, I try to catch it.

F2) Receiving a medal.

06:13
2) Staying in a cheap motel. Motel is typical rectangular upside-down-U-shaped structure built around a central parking lot on some street in some city, along a busy street full of strip-malls. I’m staying on the first floor in a room at the upper right “corner” of the upside-down U, right next to the manager’s office. There is a gate between the area outside my door and the parking lot. My room is shallow but extremely wide, easily 3-4 typical motel rooms wide. The room is full of my things, stacked all over the place, it’s like I’ve moved my entire home into this room. There’s a big bed. I’m running the A/C really high. The room is cold in the morning. I have a Playboy magazine on the table, I turn it facedown. I come outside and two guys come out of the manager’s office and approach me. Sort of Hispanic looking. We go into my room. They say “your A/C is on high it’s unbalancing the whole system, you can’t do that.” The owner of the motel is there, too. I’m shocked/outraged. I say “I’ve never in my entire life had anyone in a hotel tell me that I’m using too much A/C!” I then ask, “OK, then just what is the maximum allowed setting I’m allowed to use?” They don’t answer. We leave the room, go outside. I and one of the guys, a technician, head back into the room. He’s walking in front of me. We start jumping along the tops of progressively higher series of cement domes (mushroom shaped). We’re jumping on them like a side-scrolling video game. I’m making a sound effect of “hwip Hwip HWIP!” and “blblblblblbl-BEEP-BOOP!”, “huah Huah HUAH!” the guy copies me making these sounds, too. We reenter my room. The guy start digging through my magazines, turning them over face up and looking at the covers. I say “If you keep doing that you’re going to find an ‘interesting modern magazine.’”

F3) with high school friends.

06:19 17C in room, feels pretty cold. WILD attempt, alarm goes off in 1.5 hours from now.
07:28 took a long time to relax my mind for sleep while anticipating the WILD. Eventually did and started seeing dreamlets. Wife was snoring. Time to get up now, make breakfast for family, WBTB.
~ 09:00 BTB. On the couch. Another WILD attempt.
Dreamlets: people walking down a hill, a woman’s face, cars on a road. Felt close to making it in but didn’t. WILD attempt on back, ND came on left side. Eventually feel asleep into ND:

10:19
3) Lying on some grass (parents’ house backyard? DS) with older son (as a 9-year-old boy) next to a big air mattress with a towel on top of it. Someone has stuck a twig through the towel into the air mattress (to keep the towel in place?). As soon as I approach I see the twig. I knew what the result would be. I pulled out the twig and all the air came out of the mattress. (WL, last night, the plug popped out of my air mattress while I was lying on it positioning for BTB). Next to son are two little girls on my right. On my left are an unknown older woman and man (couple). I ask son, “did you do it?” He said “no.” I turned to girls, asked “did you do it?” They didn’t answer they just looked at me with big eyes. The woman on my left commented how I was improperly interrogating the kids, called me something like “nazi.” I turn to talk to the woman, I say “I have every right to learn who ruined this very expensive air mattress!”. Her husband next to her stands up in a confrontational manner. I also stand up and step up to him, I’m not going to let him intimidate me. I step back a bit deciding a fight is not worth it, and I repeat, “I have every right to know, it is very reasonable.” The man and woman walk away. .

4) How the story was written. A famous author is sitting triumphantly in a rocking chair on the top of a hill shouting out to the people below , “For the very first time in literature, the villain has made his appearance!” He is throwing rocks down the hill. I’m DO standing down the hill a little looking up at him. There is an emotional and triumphant finale presentation where the original actresses who acted a long time ago in the story appeared and was introduced. Each one had a special name. The first one was “Kea 2 Sea” and was wearing like a lunchbox-sized-and-shaped medallion on a chain around her neck, her name was inscribed on the front of the lunchbox inside a big heart. They all approached me to be recognized, I held up my foot straight out and they touched their lunchbox amulets to the bottom of my foot, and then they bowed to me. I was incredibly touched by this special moment. There were 4 or 5 of the actresses. There was an extra actor who was also there didn’t have a special name. He was there in case they needed another actor.

F4) passing something through a small window to people in a room.

(Don't let the title fool you. This is just another DF--I'm just tired of putting "DF" in my titles.)

MCL and DV are finding new ways to annoy me. On MCL my morale keeps going down even without me playing the game, and DV is doing something similar.

Who the hell are you to tell me how to go about my future, my progression through life, something that i truely own. When are you gonna stop talking shit and say something worthwhile, when are you gonna do something good for anyone or help someone out and say something out of the boundries od supposed socioteys rules and regulations, say something as a real person thats not tainted by the supposed rules of todays mainstream standards. who the hell do you think you are talking shit when youve led a life thats all shit from what iv heard, . stop comparing me to your pre imagined perfect version on yourself that you seem to spout out every five minuiets, when will your mind become sound to see basic morales of good human nature. maybe i should climb a moutain with a backpack full of bricks to meet your expectations, wade through snow and hail to get to work to slave away for my boss,maybe i should dive in the deep end like you supposedly did and ignore the needs of todays sociotey that you have obviously not been upto date with. Why should i listen to someone who has obviously forsaken world truthes and has become ignorant to legitimate knowledge and just thinks his way is the best way eating his own shits as he is a self centerd basterd, anything good in the world you already know of, anything good to say you made, you know everythi8ng worth knowing dont you. you know just how this world works and what i should di, you knowhow i should approach life and know how i should balance work with personal life. harden up aye? how about you deal with yourself and the expericense you had and piss off my case cause you dont know jack shit about today m8, you think your upto date on every current matter but your all shit like stevn segal on mma, some jackass that tries to wear the most curren clothing yet inside he doesnt know hat colour he's representing. This, and more, bullshit is what you have represented your self as to me, bruce. you gravitate towards bullshit and the same gravitates towards you. iv had enough of certain things that have come my way so i give you this, you can handle it.

I fell asleep around 10 pm and woke up around 1 am due to dream I had.

DR 1:
I was in my house alone. Outside it was already a pitch-black dark. There were only a few lights in my house still turned on. I was in my bathroom. I was really nervous and was feeling really bad. I went outside my bathroom and turned off all lights except the one in the bathroom. As I was returning to the bathroom I had really heavy feeling and bad feeling. I returned to bathroom and closed myself in and was there for few minutes. Then I peeked out through the bathroom doors and accidentally turned of the light in the bathroom and now the whole house was in dark. I instantly rushed back in the bathroom and was swarmed with fear. I started to breathe heavily. I tried to light the bathroom with the screen of my mobile phone. After a few more minutes I again peeked out of the bathroom and when I pulled back in there was a horror. On the left of me there was a small black creature without a face. My hearth started to pound heavily and my breathing got heavier. My hearth was pounding so fast that it almost went out of my body. The creature started getting closer towards me and screaming. I was so scared I thought I would die. I started to yell from the bottom of my lungs. And then I fell over my back and got unconscious and then I woke up.