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Interesting dream the other night.

The dream starts with me in my room at home. An attractive female friend from college is there, and we begin to hook up, as we often do. It begins getting intense and clothes start coming off. I do just about everything with her except sex and for a while it's great, but then I notice she is suddenly pissed off. She refuses to reciprocate and instead leaves me and goes off to help my dad fix a light bulb. Most definitely the strangest rejection I've ever received, even for a dream.

This part ends and the dream turns into a video game I had sunk a lot of hours into as a kid. The game is Final Fantasy 7, except not only am I in the game but everything about it is better and more exciting. I'm only in the beginning part and I'm getting all these cool abilities and leveling up obnoxiously fast. Then I realize my guys are down to very low health. I try to heal them but they get killed before I can do anything. This leads to me being in some huge square room underground with some shirtless guy running around taunting me. I begin to chase him because my dream logic tells me that's what I'm supposed to be doing. Definitely a WTF moment. Unfortunately that's the last thing I remember.

I watched this subliminal lucid dream induction video the other night in hopes of increasing my chances of having one, and the night after I had the longest most vivid LD I've had in a long time. Unfortunately I barely had any control the whole dream, but it was still pretty sick.

I gained lucidity in the lobby of my dorm building, possibly by an RC caused by a knuckle crack. The instant it happened, dream quality started fading rapidly. I thought, "Fuck, there's no way I'm giving another one of these up." I rubbed my hands together, repeating to myself the phrase, "I am lucid, the world is vivid." The instant my hands touched it was like an earthquake hit my dream and I heard loud static. I feel like I even peeked an eye open just a tiny bit and thinking I was rubbing my hands together in real life, wondering what my roommates would think if they saw me doing that asleep. However, through enough concentration I managed to bring the dream back and make a complete recovery.

In order to come back into the dream I had to change the setting. I saw a spaceship flying through space and my perspective glided like a camera angle towards the ship until I was inside it. Then I realized I was in my body inside the ship. I still want to fly, so I try to crack the glass of the ship. Hitting it fails, and I try to exert some kind of control. Some sort of blue energy flows out of my hands and I think I crack the glass a little, but to no avail. Instead I decide since I'm in a spaceship I might as well attempt the TotM. The spaceship sort of turns into a flying bus and we begin to land on an alien planet. I look out the window on the way down. I see a foggy rainforest which I take to be an alien planet, followed by something that looks like a cat sitting in the grass. Then I see large orange scaly aliens in a Mayan-style civilization. They are walking around with spears and I can't wait to talk to them.

The ship hits some turbulence on the way down and as I am standing up at this point, I fall on a female crew member. Seeing as she has large breasts, I can't help myself. I have some fun with that for a while and she seems to be enjoying it, but then I decide it's time to do my task. I walk to the front of the bus, and suddenly FA into my dorm room. I forget to reality check and this is where I lose all lucidity.

The dream was still pretty interesting and vivid after this point. I was exploring some deluxe dorm room that my friend Melissa had gotten. It has different color spotlights and crazy 70's style stuff everywhere. Someone comes to the door and for some reason I answer it. It's some random girl I've never seen and we have awkward conversation while I wonder why she's there. At some point I end up back in my room, and there's a black girl I've never met before in my room. She shakes my hand and doesn't let go at first and I can tell she's interested in me. Then, out of nowhere, she leaves. The dream ends anticlimactically.

Next time I have to try to keep my cool when I reach lucidity. Gotta work on dream control too. It's going to be hard to have a flying dream if I can't even get outside. Sometimes I just want to smash through the walls and go straight into flying, but I can't quite figure out how. It's definitely frustrating, but I'm sure it will come with time. I'm definitely going to keep watching that subliminal video though. That shit might just work.

Nightmare Changes
I am in a strange place, I look around to see where I am. It is a wide open plane that looks pretty desolate, the sky is a strange color of orange with some strange wispy clouds floating around up there. It is a strange looking place, but for some reason this doesn't make me lucid.

So I search around for a while to see if I can figure out what's going on. I soon find a couple of people in the vast area. One of them is familiar to me, my first thought is that it is Nomad. He is there with someone else, I somehow know that one is a dream demon. Nomad and the dream demon are exchanging heated words. The dream demon is laughing at Nomad, saying he can never die. Nomad doesn't take the dream demon seriously, he says he knows the dream demon can't die, so how about if the dream demon has no ability to stay together and suddenly exists everywhere but is unable to do anything… eternal pain. The dream demon looks shocked at that idea, seems to be afraid of it. He says please don't do that… then he starts changing form repeatedly into an array of twisted and deformed forms, and he is doing it really quickly. I hear the demon say he won't let it happen, then he self destructs, exploding in a blinding flash of light. When the light fades everything else has changed, too.

Now we are in a bright green and sunny place that looks like paradise. Something still seems wrong. I search around and find one of the shadows of a tree is much darker than others. I approach the shadow and it comes to life, this is the dream demon. Witchblade forms into a sword and I cut the thing in half before it can attack me, though it is about to do so. After the dream demon is gone everything around me fades to black.

Déjà Vu
I am in a room watching a television display, there is a sequence of action going on there. The scene is a fancy dinner, there is a man at the head of the table, I know he is a notorious terrorist, responsible for the deaths of thousands. He is making a toast to a plan he has going on that will kill thousands more, he says no one will ever forget or underestimate the Crimson Knights again. I see myself at the table eating, I pick up my glass of wine and toast the asshole's health… then I add that I hope he enjoyed it before throwing two daggers at the same time. Both of the daggers strike lethal points on the asshole, one in the heart, one right in the jugular. He collapses onto the table and then falls to the side onto the floor, pulling a large amount of things onto the floor with him. Then the scene shifts, and now I really am at the table, I really am at the dinner. Everyone is talking and eating, I see some chocolate treats and I eat a couple. The terrorist leader gets up and proposes his toast. After he gets up and begins his toast, everyone else is toasting his good health. I have the daggers, but can I really throw them effectively? I know I can, because I already saw myself do it! I get up and make the comment I saw myself make on the video, then I throw the daggers, and he collapses just like in the video. Everyone is in shock, staring between me and the man who just collapsed, so I take advantage of the confusion to make my exit. I head to the nearest window, we are on what appears to be the third floor. I grab hold of some fancy curtains, and jump out the window, the curtains gradually unravel until I land on the ground, rather hard, but not too bad. I am making my exit from the area when I wake.

Déjà Vu Vu
I am at what looks like a festival of some kind, there are lots of people who seem to be very happy and celebrating something. I'm not sure what they are celebrating, but I also think this is not that important. There is someone there with me, I think it is Altaïr. We are looking for some people that we know are looking to kill someone, we are trying to make sure the killing doesn't happen. I see some people walking around, but there aren't very many that seem to stand out at all. And the ones that do don't stand out in any suspicious way. I know who we are looking for, and those are not the right people. I finally spot the targets, there are a few men in red and black robes, those are the killers. There are three of them, I need to make sure they don't see me, because they will surely recognize me just as easily as I recognize them. I find Altaïr and I tell him I have found the targets. Now the two of us follow the enemies until they are in an isolated space where no one will notice what happens. It turns out they also knew we were there, now they're looking to eliminate us just as we are looking to get rid of them. They seem unaware that we know them, however, and we still manage to take them by surprise and get each of them with a quick strike. We move the bodies to a place where they won't be found for a long while before leaving the scene and merging back in with the crowd.


Assassinate the Assassin
I am in a hotel with Altaïr, and we are looking for a specific room. I am looking at Altaïr for quite a few minutes before this finally seems odd enough to make me do a reality check. I discover I am dreaming. I look around the hotel and think about different goals. The only goal that comes to mind is the task for the LPTC that involves killing the person that killed Martin Luther King. I realize I have absolutely no memory of how this event really took place, I really am not sure how to make the task work. Since I don't know how the task is supposed to happen, I decide to go with my best estimation. I wonder if that will make a difference on whether or not it counts for the LPTC task. Well, either way, I can do the task this way. I make my way through the hotel looking for the killer, I come to one of the rooms and I see a man in the halls with a gun. He is also moving like he doesn't want to be seen. I move quietly up behind the man and get him from behind with my hidden blade. He falls to the ground, dead. I see there is another man breaking into a room. I have to get there in time to stop him from killing MLK, but it turns out I didn't need to worry. Altaïr is right behind him and takes him out before he can go anywhere. I look into the room the man was breaking into and I see that MLK is in the room coming in off of a balcony, he is looking at Altaïr and me with a strange look. I'm not sure what to say at this point, I finally tell him to keep believing, perhaps one day everyone will truly be seen as equal.


Blood in the Water
I am at what looks like an amazing water park of some kind, it is a huge place, there are so many pools and waterfalls and rivers flowing around. There are many plants and flowers, it is definitely beautiful. But there are also killers roaming in the group, and I know they have to be stopped. There is someone else there with me, he is familiar to me… MoSh? I'm not sure if it is MoSh or not, just as I wasn't sure earlier if it was Nomad. But he is there helping me track down the killers in the water park. I know who I'm looking for, though I am thinking blending in at a water park and still having my hidden blade would be rather difficult. But it isn't… my hidden blade collapses into the size of a bracelet, which is my Witchblade, though I don't think of this at the time. MoSh is there with me, and we head off in separate directions. I know the killers when I see them, I'm not sure how I know this, but I am certain of it. I see there are certain people at the water park who are not there to have fun. I spot one, go casually over behind him, knife him with my hidden blade, then I walk casually away before he even collapses. I hear people behind me responding to the man's collapse, but I don't look back. I just keep going. I find another one in the men's locker room, he is the only one there. He looks over at me and seems to assume I followed him in there because I think he's hot… he is sooooo not hot. But I play along until I'm close enough to take him down. I go back outside and now I see MoSh, who is on the other side of the pool with his arm around a man like they're buddies. MoSh helps the man sit down in a chair and then leaves. It will be a while before anyone notices the man is actually dead. I see one of the killers is about to attack his target. There is no time to get over there before it's too late. I grab a knife from a table, it seems to be a knife used to cut steak, though it seems awfully big even for that… It is perfect for my needs, though. I pick up the knife and throw it at the man, it gets imbedded in the man's chest, killing him before he can attack his target.


Killer Movies
I am outside of a movie theater with my mother, waiting in line to get a ticket for a movie. We get to the front of the line and she buys tickets for us to two different movies, but then she says we won't actually be going to the movies at all. The man in the box office seems to think we are nuts, but he doesn't care. My mother goes to one of the movies, I separate from her and go to the other. I have a job to do in there. I am lured to the concessions stand by the smell of fresh popcorn. I order some popcorn, momentarily distracted from my mission, and the woman behind the counter hands me a big bag of popcorn. I pay her and walk away, looking at the popcorn, dripping with butter… movie theater popcorn with loads of butter… yum… I am heading for the theater and munching on popcorn, then I start wondering how many points I'll have to count for this… probably a lot. I decide it doesn't matter, what I have to do in the theater is much more important. I head into the movie theater and search the seats until I find the person I am looking for. I know who he is. He is a serial killer, but there isn't enough evidence to arrest him. Now there he is enjoying the movie just like everyone else, and his after-movie activity probably involves torturing some woman to death. His MO… to tie the woman up and see how many times he can stab her with a pen knife and not kill her, because he seems to find it very rewarding to watch them bleed out. He takes his time, carefully planning out each stab, he seems to find each one like an intense sexual experience… I have the images of him making his kills playing out in my mind, talk about TMI, this was definitely TMI. The woman has long curly blonde hair, looks to be in her early 20's, the man is sitting on top of her, she is tied to the bed… he is caressing her with the blade and then suddenly plunges the blade in to her shoulder. She tries to scream but can't because she is gagged, though she is crying. I sit down in the seat directly behind the killer. An image of the man sinking his knife into the woman's abdomen… another muffled scream. Just to be sure, I tap the man on the shoulder and ask for the time. He curses at me and tells me to go have sexual relations with myself. The killer sinking his knife into the woman's thigh and cutting slowly, more muffled screams. Damn! I don't need to see this! The man is the killer. I use my hidden blade and kill him instantly. I leave him sitting in the seat at the movie, no one will know he's dead until I'm long gone.

I found myself laying on my bed looking at my phone downloading some random application. I was thinking about a girl from the dream right before this. I then walked into my bathroom and looked in the mirror and noticed my teeth were all crooked. Specifically my right incisor was pushed out and to the left. I thought this was weird, but then I also noticed some greyish plaque on that right incisor. I started scrapping it off with my fingernail when the tooth broke in half. I immediately started freaking out, looking in the mirror I could see the roots still in my gums dripping blood. I picked up the tooth and started thinking about how awful an experience was and that I must be dreaming because it was so bad. However, since I was freaking out so much I wasn't able to properly identify the dream. (This is the only time I have ever questioned reality in a dream and not immediately become lucid). I started yelling and freaking out not knowing what to do. I grabbed my tooth and walked out of my bathroom still screaming. I walked into the kitchen and collapsed to my knees and then looked out the window. I noticed that there was some guy working on his truck out in front of my house. I noticed that the front lawn didn't look like it should, I was confused but had already decided that it wasn't a dream so I knew that it was real. I looked down at the broken tooth in my hand and then back out the window. This time I was really convinced that it didn't look like it should. I stared down at the ground and thought how this HAS to be a dream and then forced my self awake.

So this is the dream that got me back into LD and led me to DreamViews. ]

Dream Lucid Random Notes/Observations

Me and my fiance (Jess) are at some sort of Halloween themed club or party, everybody but us is wearing crazy clothes and spooky masks. The place is huge (this is a sort of dream sign for me, building that are way too large or have physically impossible internal dimensions) and falling apart, and is lit only by candles and gas lanterns. In order to be accepted at the party they ask us to go find a Jack-o-lantern doll that is hidden somewhere in the building.

So we take off looking for the doll, searching everywhere for what seems like hours. After a while my feet start to hurt, and I look down and notice that my pants are in shreds, and I'm only wearing one shoe. Some how this makes me realize that I'm dreaming. So the first thing I do is change what I'm wearing, giving myself flowing black silk clothes and some badass metal boots. But I don't seem to be fully lucid because I decide to go along with the dream plot, though I cheat and make it so that the next place we look we find the doll. After returning it to the leaders of the masked people I decide to go have more fun. I find an empty hallway and repair it, making everything shiny and new, mostly white marble. And then I decide I want to walk on the ceiling, (this has always been a goal of mine, though I still haven't managed) but instead of trying to walk up a wall or something I float myself upside down and try to put my feet on the ceiling. This proves to be too hard and I give up and lose lucidity. I go back to the party until I wake up, but I don't remember any more of the dream.

So I was in the middle of a forest with my YW Mormon friends (because it was Mormon camp) and we were hiking around, trying to find a place to pitch our tents. Then a guy named Luke- a fellow Mormon, who I hardly know- was sitting by a tree, manning a store full of stuff he had stolen. This was a very vivid dream, but I made the mistake of not immediately writing it down so I forgot most of it.

Dream - Lucid - AP

I was in some building, and all the sudden, all these people started coming at me slowly. Except for they weren't normal people. They were under some sort of mind-control, they were being used for something. They were kind of like zombies, except for they weren't dead. Though they weren't quite alive either. A man at the front was coming at me with a small, sharp knife (in waking life, I have a strange phobia of knives). I was scared, so I ran. The mob of drones ran after me. I ran down some stairs, but I was still surrounded. I kept throwing things at them, knowing that I had to strike them in the head twice with these clear, plastic, rubbery objects to kill them, since that was my only weapon. I threw the objects, and they kept laughing at me as the objects either softly bounced off of them or missed completely. I did end up killing one who was heading towards a door.

Then, the guy with the knife, a scruffy-looking man who was overweight, wearing a dark red polo, and had his brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, started to close in on me, trying to stab me with the knife. I begged him to please leave me alone and not stab me, but he kept coming at me with his knife raised. He had a sick smile on his face.

Then, his facial expression changed to one of defeat. I suddenly knew that all of these drones were on a time limit, and when the clock struck 10:45, they would all just kind of "pop", and they would be gone. All of them had similar looks on their faces. Some of them were wailing with defeat. I ran to avoid them popping on me. As I ran down a hallway, I saw a black woman drone crouch down on the floor with her hands over her head. Then, she popped into a few red and white pieces. I was very relieved.

27.02.2011

Shark Hunt (DEILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was waking up from an unstable dream. I was almost completely awake, but didn't move. I ignored all input from my body (which was too warm) and concentrated on whatever I could visualise. I found a beach came easily. It was a beach I used to spend a lot of time at as a kid. It occurred to me that this could be a good opportunity to do the Jaws part of the task of the year- kill the shark. But first I had to struggle back into a dream. I imagined that I was barefoot. That way I could feel the sand on my feet, and could dig in with each step- giving great sensory input with which to fool my brain into a dream.

I got to the huge concrete pier at the end of the shore and climbed onto it. I paid close attention to how hard the concrete felt, and jumped around on it for a few seconds to anchor myself. The dream wasn't quite solidified yet, so I was able to force a boat to appear in the water beside the pier. More anchoring techniques. The boat was roughly the same size as the Orca, but was in slightly better condition. As I got close to it, I saw that it was captained by none other than Samuel L. Jackson. His first mate was one of my lecturers, Prof. O'Hare. I put the presence of SLJ down to having seen a particular .GIF which I'll link here if possible, but I couldn't figure out why O'Hare was here.



I stepped on board and the boat rocked dangerously. I sat down in a small tin bathtub which I judged to be near the centre of the deck and waited. Samuel L. Jackson unhitched the boat from the pier and started the engine. O'Hare offered me a dry cracker from a packet he had been munching from, which I accepted. We sailed out to sea, and the sky quickly got dark. It started to rain, then became cold. Next thing I knew, SLJ was shouting something (containing "motherfucker") and backing away from the side of the boat. O'Hare shouted for me to get "on the gun", and indicated a large harpoon-turret on top of the cabin, which I was sure hadn't been there earlier. I climbed up on the roof and looked down the sight of the turret just as an enormous shark reared its ugly head above the water. It was gargantuan. The mouth alone was about three metres across, and it wasted no time in chomping down on the front of the boat. I lined up a shot and pulled the trigger. There was a whoosh noise, the sound of something being hit and a shout of "Aaaaaarrghh!" I looked up from the turret and saw that the harpoon had gone disastrously off course, and was now stuck halfway through O'Hare's upper arm!

The boat turned violently, and I was thrown off the roof of the cabin into the water. As I fell, I saw Samuel L. Jackson at the wheel, dripping with sweat, trying to get the boat to speed up. It sped off, and the shark began to follow. I grabbed its fin as it passed. Strangely, the shark was oblivious to me, an easy meal, clinging on quite close to the side of its mouth.

Some frantic music started to play as the shark persued the boat at high speed. I looked around under the water and was amazed. We were in an area I knew. It was a coastal town, but it was now completely submerged. We were swimming around shops and houses I knew well. I tried to mess with the shark, and tugged its fin. This sent it off-course dramatically, and several times I was able to steer it directly into buildings and archways. This chase (with me as shark-saboteur) went on for a while, then the music stopped. I worried, thinking this might signal the end of the dream, and I hadn't yet killed the shark! I let go of its fin and rose quickly to the surface. I held out my arms and telekinetically brought the shark with me- pulling on the dorsal fin. When we rose above the water into the air, I threw my arms wide apart and the shark exploded into a thick red mist. I looked around and heard a buzzer. It was my alarm, waking me up in time for a driving lesson.

Or so I thought. I woke up, but my body barely worked. It was like all energy had been drained from my muscles. The feeling was familiar from older dreams, so I checked my hand. But my vision was so blurry in general that I could barely see it!

Another continuation dream:

Dream 1. I was having a party, and we found my dad's pot. Of course, the 5-0 came and got pissed at us. So I sold it to them, for some reason.

Dream 2. We were driving in a car, and my dad asked me what happened. I told him about it, and he got pissed at me. As we were driving, we came to a steep turn and we drove into a pond. After I got out of the car, I was back on my room. I lit a smoke with this really wierd lighter, only to find out it was a pencil.

Hmm...

I was supposed to have a fragment + 2 dreams but now I only have a fragment + 1 dream. I should have taken notes.

Fragment.

Three others and I were teleported together to meet and discuss something. We were hiding in ruins and I think we were in some kind of war.

South Africa.

I apeared on a pristine beach. There was a guy beside me and a few others on the other side of the beach. The guys next to me threw a motion mine onto a small rock island a short paddle away from the beach. We heard it beeping as we swam over. A mini-map appeared in my vision, it said there were three girls on the island. For some reason this was nerve racking for us. We got onto the island and met the girls. I Looked around and kept saying, "This isn't right, these are the wrong people!"

I was supposed to meet with the people from my previous dream. Somehow, the girls knew. One said to me, "It must be right, the meeting was supposed be in this part of South Africa."

South Africa??

I will take notes tonight.

Non-Lucid Lucid

Im in a barren place, and the ground is all white ash as far as the eye can see. the sky is dark green, and there are stars but no moon, but the illumination is fine. my brother and i hiding out in a rusted twisted peice of metal that used to be a van or large car, when i see some mutated zombie child thing walking towards us, and it reminded me of a previous nightmare i had (its in my DJ somewhere). so i got on top of the car, and when the fear hit me i became lucid.
all i have to do is look at it, and point my finger. it stops about 10 feet from the broken car and stares at my finger, pointing the way he came. he then turns around and starts walking. not wanting to stick around i fly away (not the best level of lucidity, i didnt feel it and i unknowingly teleported part of the way, like i either forgot or i blanked out and appeared where i wanted to, pretty common for me) i watched the scenery go by, and saw a giant canyon with green lava and some kind of black fortress, i blanked out and i appeared in a pretty nice room with some girls from my school. quite a few of them were hot, and for some reason the one i was thinking of wasnt there so i asked where she was and left (/facepalm... room of hot girls and i leave looking for sex... really ironic). i really wish i just stayed in there. i kind of flew out, and noticed the scenery was no longer the barren place from before, and woke up.

Lucid

used auto-suggestion to wake up. executed a FILD with no problem. my eyes opened up slowly, and the room was fuzzy, but clearer later on. it was my room, but it was warped, there were things missing, moved around, and things that werent there when i was awake and there in the dream. i looked around and my eyes fell, i really tried to keep them open but failed, then woke up. later on i found out if i just wait for my eyes to open back up they will when the dream forms itself, if i knew that then i would have had a longer dream.

First

The Starkids were on Oprah! It was a very brief segment, only a few minutes, and then she moved on to some other people. I noticed Joe had @replied to some fans on twitter, so I tweeted him, something about how I was proud, and then I added a joke or something. I remember running into him and hanging out.

Second

I was at Nana's, and Nicole roped me into going to the Winter Formal with her. I was rather excited to go, but I put on my dress that was black with a pink bow thing, and it looked way too much like my dress from freshman year. I remember looking at her and then looking at myself in the mirror and I just couldn't wear it. It had short sleeves, for goodness sake! It was so juvenile and the completely wrong cut and style. I just couldn't wear it. We searched for a new dress.

Nana showed me this ugly, orange-yellow beaded monstrosity that we both laughed at. Finally, she pulled out a dress of my little sisters that she was going to return. It was greenish with crinoline and it was actually really pretty. I tried it on and it was a bit snug, but it worked. I remember worrying about what shoes I would wear.

We got to the dance and my brother and Tim were there and had snuck in. (They're not in high school anymore) There was a tv there and Reece was on the tv at some party.

The end.

2/26-27. 230. Something from that Ghost Adventurers show? Zack guy (host)

At my house. Night. Dave there. We have these 2 guys that had broken in or something. They’re dressed in war BDU’s. Looks WW2-like, but not sure. One was Asian the other white. Dave and I end up separated at some point. I’m fighting the Asian one. I don’t have a gun, so just drying to dodge the guy’s fire. He uses a single shot, then switches to a Thompson looking gun, but had no wood, and no straight mag, more modern looking, but the main part looked the same. The pile of dirt on the side yard is gone and it’s just all flat grass. The pool side doesn’t have as much stuff under the tarp. Then I find an M1 Garand. I look in the top and see that there’s a round chambered. I hide around the corner with the bushes concealing where I am. The bushes aren’t as dense and can see through them easily. Guy runs past and I shoot him in the chest. He goes down and I start to beat his forehead with the butt of the M1 which isn’t flat, but angled and a brass guard on it. It’s not doing much damage, just some scrapes. Then he starts to take something out, a grenade, but doesn’t look like one. Before he could pull the pin, I take the butt of the gun to his neck and pretty much chop his head off. He’s still alive until I make the final cut. Flick his head away from his body to be sure. Then go to the garage and find Dave there with his bad guy disemboweled and shredded up and some pieces are hanging from the rafters, which are only 3ft off the ground. Garage is cluttered. I go in and check out some of the pieces. The garage door opens and some older people are there, live at my house (so not my house). Some sort of quick conversation about them being baddies

Our school started a volunteering program in which it would pair up with other schools and exchange several students. The exchanged students would work after school in the different school, just helping to clean up and such.

I got exchanged to a school that had 5 floors. I was supposed to be working on the very top floor. It was already dark outside and the school wasn't lit up (not uncommon for where I live). I climbed the staircase until I was at the very top floor. Each floor consisted of only a single classroom and a small connector hallway. The only light the classroom had was a tiny lamp that probably was never meant to serve as a light source.

One of my partners was already in the classroom. He was in the closet, as we had been instructed to clean it. I opened one of the doors. Inside the closet were bunches of old skeleton keys. Some were hanging up and others were in bowls. I wondered if I could find the skeleton key from the house in which I used to live...

"Do we have anyone else coming here to help us?" I asked my silent partner.

"Yes." He said, with a wicked smile. He continued to look at me that way, just standing and smiling. WTF.

This was a little too weird for me. I couldn't see past the closet so I tried to turn on some other lights, but none of them were working. I wasn't sure if there was anyone else in the room with me, besides my creepy partner. I didn't want to risk being on the front page of the newspaper for being the newest strange murder victim, so I booked it out of there.

The next day, the school contacted me and told me that I must fulfill my duty in the volunteering program.

I arrived at the exchange school early, so I could observe the classroom while it was still full of students. While I was standing in the 5th floor hall, I noticed that there was a green square that was mildly raised from the surface. It looked like a simple tile decoration, but I had a very strong hunch that there was something buried underneath it.

The school let out for the day, and the students piled out of the classroom. But something caught my eye immediately. The student that I was working with, the one that was supposed to also be from my school, was from this school. His friends, which were probably going to be my partners for that evening, were also hanging around him.

They stood on the raised tile floor and talked for a bit. An old man walked up to them and gave them a bottle of alcohol in which they gladly accepted.

I snuck past them and into the teacher's room. She had short blonde hair, was relatively young, and was sitting at her desk.

"Hey, I have heard that you've had some trouble with the volunteering program. What's up?" She said politely.

"I don't feel comfortable in your classroom when I can barely see in front of me! I can't work here unless you give us more lights." I replied. I'm not sure why I didn't tell her about my bizarre, psychopath partner, but I guess lighting was my first concern. I could hit one of them over the head if I needed to, but I couldn't do that as effectively if I can't see where they are.

"I'm sorry to hear that. I will put in a request for more lights, but the school board is to stingy with their money these days." She announced as politely as she could. But all I could think was that she was being a hypocrite. Right now, all of the florescent lights were on, but later in the evening NONE of them worked.

I went into town, refusing to go back to that school. I decided to hang out at a small restaurant.

Men in black suits walked in the restaurant and asked the manager if I was here. I quickly leaped under the bar and in to a small corner where I was well hidden from the men.

I still had a good view of the restaurant, and I could tell that they were just pretending not to know where I was. They eventually "found" me under the bar and told me that I needed to continue volunteering at the school. I refused. I wondered why it mattered so much to them anyways. Why did everyone insist that I go back to the school?

They refused to negotiate with me any longer, so they pulled me out from under the bar. I instantly grabbed one of their workers, a beautiful middle eastern women, and decided to hold her hostage. I dragged her into my car and took off down town.

Now, I was "aware" of what these men in black suits were doing. I could hear them talking even though I was in my own car.

"They are getting away! Create a road obstruction!"

Instantly, a hot dog stand came plunging into my lane. I swiftly dodged it.

"Damn! Create more!" The men yelled again.

The road in front of me cracked open as if a magnitude 10 earthquake was altering it. The car fell into a large pothole created by the controlled earthquake, and I grabbed the woman and got out of the car. We stole a bystander's blue motorcycle.

I didn't know where I was taking the woman, and where I was going to hold her hostage at. I just knew that the men in black suits were trying to force me to go to the school by controlling my surroundings and other people.