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Had a few dreams last night, though I only remember fragments now...

First, the word was ending. Everything was turning black and white and I kept running away from it... then I ended up in a big ocean (that wasn't wet and I could actually walk on it) with teeth.

I had a dream I was singing a song. I only had four lines, but it was lovely and now I regret that I didn't record it when I woke up. It really was a very pretty melody and the lyrics were great too.

There was more, but I can't remember anymore.

Dream 1:
I'm in some super flat land. It's only me there, and has many small various shrubs, but is mostly empty. I'm looking around and consider moving some of the plants to the empty area.
[scene change]
I kind of wander into an empty gas station, and then into a large empty city. I recall thinking it appeared like a GTA video game, and was looking for something while walking in the deserted city streets. It never seemed eerie or strange that it was deserted.
Dream 2:
Somehow we're flying.... It's a family and myself and i think were on a plane or something. Then we're all falling from the sky but there's a pickup truck falling with us. The younger daughter is screaming, but the father just keeps saying that everyones going to be ok. We land into a huge tree in a jungle. Everyone is unhurt, but the trunk is smashed and skewerd on one of the huge tree's limbs.

The first part of the dream is kind of fuzzy. It involved mythological beings on an mountain island. We had arrived there with a sailing ship. I think I wasn't free, I was a slave or a captive. We talked with the beings who lived up on the mountain, they warned us about some kind of danger. I think I managed to escape, something about the ship sinking I think, and managed to swim to freedom.

I ended up living somewhere down in the south of USA. I managed to get a job, but that was somewhere far up north. I had no idea how to get to this place, but I had more then two weeks before the job started so I just began walking. I started out in a big and what looked like a pretty old city.

After I walked for a long time I got to a fairly big community. I got there on Monday, my work would begin next Friday. So I guess I had been walking for three days?

I went to a restaurant and ate lunch. The owners turned out to be extremely nice people! We talked and I told them about where I would be going, and that if I didn't find a bus or something then I would hitch-hike the rest of the way. They said it was a shame I had to leave the same day, since every Monday they have a movie evening. They were normally renting movies, but every Monday they showed one for free. I said that I might just stay for the rest of the day then, I was weary from walking and to be able to relax for a day felt like a really tempting prospect.

They were also in charge of the community's bus service, which meant that they from time to time drove a trip around the town in a big van and picked up people along the way. I decided to ride with them, I wanted to explore the town and above all find a place to sleep for the night. I got off in front of a mall that I explored, it was really big. I was amazed how this community could have such a big and high quality mall. I remember seeing a jewellery shop, and that there were fancy carpets on the floor.

That is all I can remember. This was a unusually vivid dream. I kind of miss that community, it seemed like such a nice place! I think I add it to the list of dream locations I should revisit.

Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was in some minecraft game and there were creepers attacking everyone, i felt one behind me but just ignored it, creeper didn't exploded and everyone else was panicking, haha. Then i was randomly in the bed in my room at home and that creeper turned into miniature creeper in my hand and was kinda cute, then it turned into some random object and i was back in minecraft and it was some race for wool level with sandcastles, we somehow managed to catapult chest from enemy side to our side using a lever and then there were lots of explosions to the left for some reason.
Then i wake up again and room is different, i am about to realize that i am dreaming but i wake up properly before that.

Dream 2:

I was in some game that looked like Doom, i was going through some laboratory complex, fighting enemies and using panels to open doors. I was playing coop with SilentEternity and the complex was pretty mazey, also there were multiple levels and stairs, and some colorful liquids in tubes. Then as i reached some place that looked like made from nether brick from minecraft, but with multiple fire pits that looked like from spiral knights and huge central one. There was also gates like in spiral knights and i suddenly had 4 battle sprites at same time together with me, two of which were dragons. I've had to fight two bosses one of which was big brown wolf-like beast that could vanish and teleport and i was using firebolt which was really overpowered and was able to destroy bosses in 5 hits. Then i went back to lab area searching for SilentEternity since he said over chat that he found something. Though then i got a bit lost with some switch puzzle-operated doors until dream faded out. Then i woke up twice, and woke up once more, properly.

The following is a formal rewrite of a 2013 online dream journal entry with added supplementation on Tuesday, 14 August 2018.



Wooden Bridge Mishap of a Friend

Morning of September 18, 2013. Wednesday.

Reading time: 4 min 58 sec. Readability score: 63.

My dream contains features, in a typical composite, from two recurring settings that always vary, as do all settings. One has the appearance of an area in Wisconsin near Chipmunk Coulee (where I lived as a child), and the other is a partial model of the fishing pier in El Jobean, Florida (pictured above). It is inherently a model of subliminal dream state awareness. It is caused by deliberately entering into the dream state with lucidity and expectancy, the setting being a manifestation of this process, but losing the essence of the consciously aware self on the other side of liminal space, though while still maintaining the thread of dream state awareness and wonder if only subliminally. Its foundation is from the Enchanted Forest from Harvey Comics.

The wooden bridge in this dream is a deliberate form of both dream state induction and potential exit upon which the basis is the vestibular system correlation of the otherwise illusory dream body. It stems from the concept of crossing over into a different level of consciousness while maintaining the balance of illusion and elevation from the real physical body. As with a porch, it is one of the most common buffers as such. This reactive representation developed from before I could read and write.

Part of an offset dream before returning to the induction point involves me hand-washing about five darker pairs of my socks in the Loomis Street house in Wisconsin. (This is a subliminal thread of awareness that I am not wearing socks in my sleep.) I think that I will travel north. I have a familiar idea that I have had in many previous dreams - that I will fly about and live and sleep in the trees and fly around mostly only at night in a cloak or bed sheet. The false memory of paying $15.00 a month to live with undesirable males does not appeal to me.

Eventually, I become aware that I will be exploring the Enchanted Forest with Rick, a friend from Chicago during my young-adult years in La Crosse. As we approach the wooden bridge, I see that it does not seem suitable for cars, as the wood is thin plywood. It also does not seem wide enough for cars and people to cross at the same time. I am aware, though, that they are probably still working on building or repairing the bridge at this time and the plywood is only temporary.

Rick and I jog over the first sections and curves, heading east to the wondrous place, but there is concern from Rick that cars may be approaching from behind us from the west, though I do not see or hear any. I move along confidently, running over an area where a small section of wood is missing near the railing to my right. It is about as wide as a person’s waist, big enough to fall through if not paying attention. I soon realize, though, that Rick may not see it if he is not watching where he is going. Sure enough, when he reaches the small open area, he falls through to the ground below only a moment before I start to warn him, about twenty feet, immediately beginning to scream and moan in pain. For a short time, I think about going on by myself, especially as I am aware of a farm below where people may help him.

I look through the gap to see that Rick had picked up the section of plywood that had fallen from the bridge a few days ago. He uses it to saw off the tail from a dog that is watching a flock of sheep. I feel embarrassed by his act as I see an unknown woman approaching him (from the east) to see what is going on. I consider that he will get into trouble. However, she does not seem concerned about the dog. I ask Rick several times if he had broken his leg, but I do not get a clear answer. Eventually, I reach down, and with the help of the woman, we manage to get him back up through the hole. At this point, the distance to the ground seems only about six feet, despite the view from moments before, when it was a very long distance down.

He sits down to rest to look at his leg. I become annoyed that my dream may end before we get to the more secluded area that has beautiful scenery as well as healing energy. (This is interesting, as my dream self is not lucid.) There may also be treasures there. The left side of his left knee, by the kneecap, comes off in four or five smaller ceramic-like pieces that he turns around in his hand with a slight concern. I am not sure if we will be going to the hospital from that point when my dream fades.

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Most of what is in this dream is from autoscripting, developed over a lifetime, though which remains primarily subliminal after moving beyond liminal space. Unfortunately, people who believe in “dream interpretation” seem incapable of understanding that, so I will explain some threads here.

Rick’s entry into my dream is a factor of the continuous persistence of dream state indicators (the subliminal, liminal, or lucid awareness of being asleep and in the dream state). For several months, one of the only status updates on his Facebook timeline was “Rick is going to the mattresses,” including a few times on the date of this dream. That was from updates from a Facebook game he played a lot. It is, of course, a play on going to sleep and dreaming of which I could not block once going beyond liminal space to a point beyond where viable lucidity could exist. Therefore, “Rick is going to the mattresses” was unintentionally part of the autoscripting, and his appearance resulted, not as the usual preconscious avatar but as a projection of my dream self. (The woman who helped him up through the hole was the preconscious avatar in this case.) I am often aware of what is scripting my dreams in real time, though without viable lucidity.

The cutting off of the dog’s tail is from an induction affirmation, “I am made of the healthiest energies in the universe.” It unintentionally stemmed from “puppy dogs’ tails…that’s what little boys are made of.” His left knee being ceramic is a reminder that the physicality of the dream state is illusory. (Left is associated with the direction of sleep induction and dreaming, as I most often sleep on my left side.) It also ties in with one of my first recalled dreams about a ceramic chicken. In real life, the healing of Zsuzsanna’s right knee (beyond medical possibility) had been the result of healing affirmations and, by her belief, my presence (and us finally meeting). It all fits even as a typical distortion, as my original companion on the induction bridge was Brenda, who was proven to have been a stand-in for Zsuzsanna. In childhood dreams, I deliberately (for drama and adventure) fell from the bridge, landing in a prehistoric world, though there were many resets and alternate versions of that series that I used for years.

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09-18-2013 -- Running around in England, half with a local girl, half with my friend BC, who has decided she wants to be a sort of slayer, running patrols and trying to protect the people in the area, except that she has no super strength, no powers, and really not much to defend herself with.

So it is kind of late in the evening, and we're running around some dark, cramped, and dirty streets, some bad sections of town, and we've heard some sort of prophecy about some dangerous rocks or something, and we're running up and down these streets, looking for any trouble. But as we make our way up one street, checking the shops on both sides of the street as we move along, we reach the end, and start back down the same street.

We get maybe two or three shops down before I realize that we checked both sides of the street on the way up ... it is wasteful for us to be checking the same street on the way down again, so I lead us through an alley to the next street over, and we start looking through it.

There is a small sort of statuary here, and it feels like it might tie in with the rocks a little bit, but we find no sign of any bad guys. But as we keep making our way through, we start to notice some of the Adventurers Club performers around, and they are doing some sort of craft thing. I think Graham is leading it, but Philip and Joe are also here, and though Graham is kind of friendly, the other two seem a little more stuck up, like they really don't think we can do much with these crafts. Unfortunately, they may be right.

It seems to involve taking logs (that are very quickly turning into very small twigs) and twisting and bending them into interesting shapes. We have no supplies because we didn't know we were going to be here, but I grab a small log out of a trash dumpster, and start peeling off spare branches and the like. Problem is, as things are shrinking, they are also becoming more and more brittle, and soon instead of a nicely bent up little creation, I simply have a handful of inch long twigs. I toss them aside, and get back to hunting trouble-makers.

We run down another street, where BC kind of warns off a couple of her girlfriends, and finds some guy who is hitting on her and wanting to date her. Since it is late at night and a bad area, and all the rest, even if this guy isn't too bad, I can't help but feel that her parents are not going to be too happy about this, and as they kind of start to materialize next to me as I think about them, I'm right. They aren't happy.

But it turns out the guy is bad, and one of the problems we expected. He pulls a knife on BC, and she knocks it out of his hand with a kick. So instead he grabs a gun, and starts to try and aim it at her, and I start running for the scene. He's rather incompetent, and his first couple of shots miss, but he is getting closer and closer, making dodging more and more difficult. Meanwhile, the gun is getting bigger and bigger. What started out as a pistol or revolver first grows into more of a rifle or shotgun, then some sort of very large mounted gun, perhaps about 12 feet long, with about a 90 mm diameter gun barrel that the thug is only aiming ... his partner on the other end has to 'pull the trigger' so to speak.

BC is trying to throw herself in front of this thing, to protect others, not realizing she is the one who needs protection, and I am trying desperately to get there first. I know she has no powers, but I just have this feeling that if I focus on it correctly, I can sort of adapt my bad luck to turn it into bad luck for others. I manage to shove BC out of the way, and throw myself in front of the barrel, and there is a loud sort of crack as the guy shoots. The huge shell explodes through the barrel and reaches me at the end, and ... nothing happens for a few seconds.

The crook aiming the gun sort of looks at me like 'Huh?' but his partner realizes that all that energy is going to have to go somewhere, and turns around and starts to bolt! Seems like a good idea to me, and I throw myself at BC, trying to cover her from the explosion as the large gun blows to bits, taking the thug who was aiming it with him.

BC's parents are there almost immediately, laying into their daughter and having it out with her about this foolish idea, while I can't help but think that just because we took out one or two thugs doesn't mean that there is no more trouble around here. I start to look around and find indications of more problems, but as I try to get BC's attention, she doesn't seem to be interested, anymore.

So I wander over to a small shop where I hear voices raised, and find four elderly American tourists laying into a Middle Eastern looking fellow, about the evil thing that he was just doing. Somehow they don't seem to realize that he could do evil things to them. Meanwhile, he is crouching over a large barrel of water, and as he works with it, the swarthy coloring seems to be washing off of him, and he turns out to be a pasty white Englishman who has been disguising himself as a Middle Eastern guy to hide his identity. And since they know this, they are in trouble.

He is reaching for the first of them, seemingly about to strange him, when I jump in and grab him. His three partners are also approaching. I start to wrestle with the guy, and the four old tourists keep telling him off, and I stare at them in amazement before telling them to shut up and run, before one or more of them get hurt. They finally seem to realize they are in danger, and start to scatter. Three of their fellows follow, as I wrestle with the fourth, but it takes me a couple of minutes for me to put him down, and I only succeed when I break off one of his hands and leave him in a crumpled heap on the ground.

I start down the alley that the tourists ran down, followed by the other three crooks, but I am a couple minutes behind, and am afraid I will lose them, so I leap into the air and try to fly, hoping I will move really fast and be able to catch up. Unfortunately, while I can kind of float, I have no speed, and it might be even a tad slower than running. I can't see any of them (the crooks or tourists), until I finally run into a sort of Arab laundry or something (or at least something pretending to be), and find one of the bad guys, who becomes no problem as I quickly break off his thumb. Then I wake up. Fun dream.

While I recall no dream, but I also do not recall lying in bed awake at 3am worrying about everything and having a hard time falling asleep. So it was a better night than many recently.

9/18/2013, 10:00-6:00

I tried to say mantras to LD in bed before going to sleep, but no lucid dream. I woke up once at 1:49 till 1:52.

Dream 1:

My family and I were driving to Connecticut. We ended up at a forest. There was this temple. My dad was driving on top of the temple when he said that we've made it to Connecticut. I wanted to get out of the car, so I did. Then the car fell onto the other side of the temple. It started to tumble down the temple and into some trees, with my dad, mom, and brother still inside. They were then outside of Connecticut :/. My family was perfectly fine.

I then found an opening into the center of the temple (Connecticut) and I jumped inside. I found this little statue, a few pedestals, some statues on the pedestals, and a window looking outside. My brother J was then outside the window. I grabbed the one statue not on the pedestals and put it on one. Immediately, there was a Canadian goose that flew down and started attacking my brother. There was blood everywhere. The dream had a sad feel to it.

I tossed and turned like never before. I kept waking in severe discomfort and pain. No benadryl for the last couple days, but my dreams were extremely messed up.

I was with a Native American tribe and I DC hopped a lot though I've forgotten most of that part (I really recall only waking up and thinking how strange).
There was a massacre going on. Someone grabbed me and a bunch of us were under water. I didn't have a breathing apparatus but the man dragging me did, so I thought he would share it. Once we were under the water awhile, I was panicking but discovered I could hold my breath a very long time People were getting killed under the water.

I don't know if it was the same dream or another one, but I was in water again. I was floating on something and I saw people keep going under. There was an attacker beneath the water.

I was fascinated by 2 tribal names and I spend a great deal of time trying to remember them, but I forgot them once I woke completely.

In another dream, I was running through a huge building trying to escape an unseen killer. I was in a room with several doors. The locks were very cheap but I took care to lock all of them when someone left. There were lots of glass walls though. I saw a man get separated from his son (still had his younger daughter with him). I saw the boy was just on the other side of another wall and I tried to warn him. The killer was using the boy as bait and when he rounded the corner, a 10 year old girl zapped him with a taser. She was working with the bad guy.

I was running with a bunch of people outside. A woman in uniform was shot, but I dragged her along with me for some water (again with the water!). We dove under but I lost my hold of her and after the fighting subsided, I couldn't find her.

In a completely unrelated dream- an extremely embarsasing dream, I had a barbie that was alive. I was going to masterbate with her and she was screaming. I told her to shut up or she was going in face first What The Heck!!

There was so much more to the dreams, but I can't seem to remember...

LUCID: I'm in a villa and I'm lucid, I summon a DG and see a violet tarantula. I assume that's the DG, so I ask it for advice, the spider start running inside the house and blatering about how I could lose 3kg and become a runner athlete (no thanks), it then disappears behind some wall.
I walk around the house and find a mini velociraptor pet that falls asleep against me.

I wake up eat and go back to sleep.

LUCID: I know I'm inside some kind of a movie or videogame, I'm before a mirror on a corridor that acts as an access to the toilets, a medium height woman with brownish har, gray eyes and no eyebrows approach me, I think she wants to taser me or something but it doesn't happen. I decide she's not curvy enough and try to improve her looks, it doesn't go well since I literally rip her in half! I undo the damage but then her legs turn into goo, I cast her aside to stop doing damages, perhaps seh'll fix herself, and proceed to see what's going on in this dream.
I approach a very big and rich mansion, I know I'm supposed to steal something and the woman from before is meant to help me in doing so. While intruding the place she comes back, this time she has eyebrows, and we infiltrate from a unlit warehouse or something like that. Then we're inside, we go inside a corridor and we hide while a detective is looking around for us, as soon as he goes we solve some kind of weird puzzle that involves paintings withouth paintings that have instead small scales with objects on them.
I guess we're meant to make noise and distract the detective so we can move further, we do and I split from the girl. I hear footsteps and quickly hide behind a wall hoping to not have been seen, a face shows up from the wall a inch split from me and start screaming. The light goes weird, I supposed it's some kind of signal that I'm doing a poor job, more people from the house join and call for help, since I'm still lucid after all I think they're being overdramatic.

But as soon as I'm about to do something about that, the mp3 I recorded on my phone to keep my dream light wakes me up. It seems I need to make it shorter or at a lower volume, too bad, one makes aids to help oneself become lucid and they wake you up instead, typical.

There were numerous dreams this night...

I went to sleep after 2 AM I think.

> (this might have been September 16th) The Darth Vader vs Luke Skywalker scene from Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back happened but was a little bit different. Luke then fell, Went through the vent or whatever it was and was hanging from the railing, And the "Movie" Was an abridged version to some degree.

> Some people were cosplaying as Dorothy, the Cowardly Lion and the Tin Man from The Wizard Of Oz. A man was as Dorothy in white makeup. Later they started avoiding people and turned into MLP: FIM characters including Twilight sparkle and Derpy Hooves. They were all caught except for Derpy who went up a building and started acting like the bomber from the Atari 2600 game "KABOOM!" dropping things down.

I can remember I was with S and C. C was a werewolf/lycan, and S had some leather-type armor and a bow and arrow. Apparently we were fighting Medusa in some kind of temple area. It was a large stone crypt-like place, with a lot of columns. There were torches on some of the columns that lit the entire room with an orange-ish glow.
Anyways, I wasn't able to look at Medusa (or I would be turned into stone, obviously) But I was able to hear her footsteps and sort of get a sense of where she was. I had a sense that she was behind me, but I realized I didn't have any kind of weapon. I got angry with my two friends and we traded a couple of remarks before I just decided to do things as best I could.
I grabbed Medusa and held her by the neck, (I had to look up and away from her) and I started ripping off the snakes in her hair. I don't know how this worked, I think she gave in eventually and died.
Strange that I would be dreaming of greek mythology/gods. Never really been into that sort of stuff.
After she was defeated, my friend dream characters faded, and the setting sort of morphed into my kitchen. My father was there, but he was smiling really evil-like, and I think his eyes were either bloodshot or glowing red. I realized that I had to fight him, too.
I remembered my lack of weapon was nearly my downfall in the last fight. I went over to the knife block on the counter and took out the big butcher knife. My dad pulled out his own knife that was really more like a small sword or machete, it was so big.
We fought for awhile, but I dominated him, and I think I disarmed him. He had some sort of back up weapon, another, smaller knife. I can remember at one point we got locked in some strange position where he was holding my knife blade, and I was trying to cut free, but in order to do that, I had to cut off some of my dad's fingers.
It was at this point that Lia entered the dream scene. I couldn't really make her out, but I know she was there. She came in standing in the doorway of the kitchen, but she was floating about two feet above the ground, and was partially transparent. and she told me that I wasn't really fighting my dad, but rather some evil character who had created a manifestation of him.
Knowing that my opponent was not actually my father, I began to fight much more fiercely, and I opened up his stance, and stabbed him in the leg. He knelt down and admitted defeat.
But the one thing that sort of stuck with me, was when I walked past him, I looked at the wound on his leg. There was no blood coming out of it. It was just a sort of narrow red cut into the flesh. I again; don't know why, but that detail just sort of stuck with me.

Another thing I can't stop thinking about why, in my dreams, is my father always portrayed as some evil character? (Well that wasn't a direct portrayal of him, but a poser of some sort.) In real life, I know him to be a bit of a grouch from time to time, but for the most part he's really nice. Maybe it's just some symbolism that I haven't figured out.

#232 - DILD - 5:55AM

I am working at Wal-Mart in the cereal isle with Spencer whom I work with IWL. I realize this is not what I do for a living and I try to reason out how this fits. My explanation doesn't make sense and I become lucid.

I see Spencer and bullshit with him a bit. I ask him, "So what now?" I can't remember the conversation but he says something that I said at the same time I do. I laugh at this because I know why this happened. He is an extension of my subconscious so it made total sense.

I see some young woman walking past with a man. They appear to be having a wedding rehearsal. I recognize her from an earlier part of the dream before I was lucid. I tell myself to remember that part for later and I felt like I could. I think it is totally rediculous that I would dream a wedding at Wal-Mart so I walk out and follow behind them mockingly. I hear them counting out the steps together, "Step. Step. Walk. Walk. Wedding. Wedding." I continue to follow them around and kind of lose my concentration. I realize I am caring a bag of ice and a bag of M&Ms. I have the bag squeezed so the air expands on one side and I shake the candy inside. The result is a very loud and annoying sound to be making while following closely behind people. The woman says to her betrothed, "I don't know why people are showing up 3 hours early. It's annoying." She emphasizes the last sentence and turn to look at me over her shoulder. At that, I realize that I must have dazed out and regain some lucidity. I assume she meant that for me so I turn off another isle.

My memory here is really hazy but mostly I just wonder around exploring and enjoying the very vivid lucid. I think about going outside but I really feel like this dream would be more stable where I am. At some point I realize I still have the bag of ice and it has nearly melted. I place it one of the freezer bunkers and walk away. Now I look around and notice all of the people have vanished. I feel like this means the dream is about to end. I feel very pleased and happy with this dream because it felt like it was such a very long LD. I wake up.

Morning of 09/17/2013

I am in a crowded cathedral like place. It is dark inside even though it is daytime and has a medieval church feel to it. There is a lot of noise and activity as if something is going on. One of the men comes over to where I am, to see a woman there. The 30ish handsome guy is in dirty medieval clothes and is not supposed to be here but nobody has noticed. It is understood, between the woman (also attractive) and he, that he needs to change clothing. She wordlessly suggests average working guy clothing but he rejects those saying, “If I wore those, what would be the use (of being royal)?” He put on flashy yellow and gold armor.
I’m a bit taken aback when a good looking blond woman also in medieval clothes walks in front of him a bit, but facing me, and takes off her medieval dress being naked underneath.
I hear a lot of noise all around but there is a commotion behind me. My view moves in reverse back out of the main cathedral into the entrance hall. It appears the King has arrived and there are a lot of people all trying to get his attention and attending to him like a superstar. I see his face and he looks like Star Trek’s Worf, which for some reason does not surprise me. As I see him coming towards me, I become a person walking along, I feel having feet again, feet in sandals. The King walks by and I say to him “There’s a surprise…” referring to the naked woman, but he took little notice of what I said and kept up with his pose’. I then thought how I thought talking to a king was never so formal or that not just anyone could talk to him so easily.

Dream Fragment 1

I was joining a online poker room, PKR I think. I joined a heads up table. As I joined I noticed there was 3 seats. I assumed we must have had a tie in joining the room, as only 2 seats are available in heads up. I was kicked from the table, and noticed that there was only 2 seats now, which were taken.

Dream Fragment 2

I think some female was telling me that my nose ring looked great on me.