Morning of October 4, 2017. Wednesday. A task is given to me but the backstory is unclear. I find myself with two cans of paint and I believe I am supposed to paint two chests of drawers, one bigger than the other. I am painting (or apparently had been painting) in a sloppy way. There is a large uneven horizontal streak of orange paint at the bottom of the front with the drawers apparently being a bluish color. I notice that I had accidentally combined the two colors (dark orange and a darker yellow) into the container and I try to think of a way to separate the colors (which of course is not logical). However, I end up stirring the colors together even more, and as I do this, several other colors are seen in the mix. It then seems to be more of a dark blue and green color (which is illogical, as orange and yellow certainly do not produce any shade of blue or green). I think that maybe I will just use the one color, though the person who owns these apparent antiques might be dissatisfied. At one point, one chest of drawers has an uneven coat of an ugly dull blue color. I am annoyed, as both of my paint brushes are sticky and thick with paint, making them difficult to use competently. I think about this situation as being of the wrong thing to do, as I consider that the furniture looks much better in its natural wood grain. It turns out I am right. The male who had given me the work to do did not want the chests of drawers painted. I do not talk to him directly, but I see him from a distance. He reminds me somewhat of the teacher I had for wood shop classes at WWTI, but also a little of the owner of the pawnshop in the same city (La Crosse). It is a different (unfamiliar) male of about twenty who tells me the other male did not want them painted, but varnished. There is an unusual change in the situation without much thought about what had happened. Now it seems that I had not painted the chests of drawers at all, though this is actually a reset of my dream. An unknown female (of about forty) is showing some people some furniture, mainly chests of drawers (all of them of a natural wood grain) in a sequence of about eight or so in an unknown location. I start to point out how great one of them looks. It is fancy. It has brass handles on all the drawers and narrower scroll work all around. (It does not look like any furniture I had seen in real life, at least not recently.) Two of them, including the fancy one on the right end of the series, are apparently the ones I had originally been painting but I do not consider how I reset my dream due to being annoyed. The other one I had been painting is about the fourth left of the fancy one. The tendency to reset or “start my dream over” when I am dissatisfied with how it is going is of a curious type of non-lucid dream control that I have experienced naturally since early childhood.
It was first period at school. Me, M, and a DC, who we'll call Cathy, were working at our desks. I was talking to M when Cathy interrupted me by revealing that she liked me and asked if I liked her back. I mumbled yes because I wasn't 100% sure yet, and after that, we got to know each other. During 6th period, me and Cathy were talking to each other and then the bell rang. A PE teacher yelled at us to hurry up, and then I quickly dressed out. While everyone in our class was in the weight room, me, Cathy, and a bunch of other people were forced to run the four backstops and take a test. Me and Cathy talked about the teacher who gave us the test and how he had a year long dance unit last year, and then I woke up. Here are some details about Cathy: Black, wavy hair wore a white shirt was whiter than me and was the same height as me. So to summarize, I got my first girlfriend, and then I woke up.
Me as a kid watching tv in messy house with parents and brothers and sisters, we have to stop to tidy up the place and I sneek of to tidy up stuff that is in a giant bird's nest (arts and crafts at school). Trying to get somewhere on stonestairwell but can't as too big a gap, i'm clinging on feeling nauseas from fear of falling. I bump into Art teacher ive know since a kid then go outside where people are sunbathing. I use my powers to make food appear for someone then to make it pour rain idk why
Beach I'm on a beach where a sick man is crawling around. He hands me a pair of guns and says he can't use them in his condition. They look like ancient guns, dusty as if they had been just dug up from a thousand years ago. They seem light in my hands however. My memory fades here. Possession This dream jumped around a lot. In some scenes I'm with a sick woman with black hair I forget what we are talking about. one scene shifts and I'm outside of Hogwarts with Harry, Ron, and Hermoine We are reading The marauder's map. We are tracking someone with a strange name, whenever we go to his apparent location he isn't there physically even though the map says he is. We wind up in a graveyard and I see a transparent undead man dig himself out from the grave. I check the map and it confirms that this is the man we were looking for. Shifts again. I'm visiting a house I use to live in. I'm outside and there is a steep ladder. I contemplate jumping down, but struggle to climb down instead. I follow a woman and a boy into the house and tell them not to be alarmed... I used to live here and am Just checking it out. I wind up in a dark basement room and lay down. I feel the presence of a demon and it is terrifying. It tried to negotiate with me saying that if it inhabits me, it can do things for me that I can't will myself to do. Like i'd take a backseat in my mind and let the demon drive. It somehow takes over me.
Dreams from the night of October 1 to October 2. I am going back through my hand written dream journals and typing them up for review. Also I hope to have an LD count by the time I'm done going through these. Paper Plate Dog mask My mom's friend had this dog mask thing with orange glasses. It was made of a paper plate. Like a wolf's face drawn onto a paper plate with orange glasses on the wolf. The idea was that people would forget how to make this craft, and it was hard to scan and replicate. Someone was driving with it on. Rapper with Sterno Gun A well known rapper had a gun. But it was loaded using sterno base things like they have at buffets. Job Search I was looking up ads to be a "personal aide" but it seemed there was some kind of innuendo involved. It was day time. Significant Romance Dream I was in this room with two beds and a fridge in the middle of them I think. I was listening to some heavy metal music. It was the same music I hear in my head but can't find the actual song of. Maybe my own original music of my soul, if only I could play well enough. I didn't know it was a dream, so I was thinking, oh, wow, I found it! It was kind of Joe Satriani style. A woman appeared in the room. We were opening a fridge. Then, I was in a bed and she same and spooned with me. It was a very intimate feeling but we didn't do anything not child friendly. I think I realized it was a dream and stabilized myself with some words that were written on the wall. It was all not really understandable, but I was really staring at them, trying to memorize them. The mental focusing and visual focusing helped me stay in the dream. But I couldn't recall the words upon awakening. It was like a Wikipedia page. While I was reading it, I realized I was dreaming, and the previous parts had been a dream. I wrote a message to the woman on the wall. The wall was yellow. I wrote in teal on a silver circuit breaker. I remember the message but I will save it for my private notes because it was personal. A dog was also into the room and came into the bed with us to snuggle. I also noted that the woman was wearing navy blue. The dream was very vivid. Someone else came in the room. The lights got brighter and I looked for my orange glasses. For a moment, I didn't have them on. I worried about the melatonin suppression for it being night time. Please Refrain from Dissing my Sister This was a longer dream that took place at my Nana's house. In her living room and ground floor areas mainly. I was sitting on the couch with the woman from the previous dream and another guy. He was in the middle couch, and the woman and I were in chairs on either side of the couch. The guy was a bit heavier and wearing a funny hat. He was a video game sprite designer. We were playing on a Sonic Level with invincibility. Someone was saying, "You can't do that". I think what happened was we lost invicibility going over some spikes and lost all those rings or coins. Then Sonic and Tails looked tired. For that time the video game was on "full screen" on the "dream screen". When it pulled away, we were still on the couch. I asked the guy if he designed Pokemon Sprites. I forgot if he answered, but I felt so excited to hang out with a real video game sprite designer! At the same time, because he had a more advanced career than me, I was afraid he would draw the woman away from me. So I felt insecure especially about my career not measuring up to his. When he asked me what I did, I didn't say much. Probably just a vague kind of reply. I wanted to tell him about my Fii Note, but in the dream, it was just a regular white board. So, it didn't seem very special. In waking life I had just got a new app called Fii Write that I was really excited about, so that carried into my dream. Then my sister was walking through the room. She had got a gift for having been sober a year. It was a white board, folded up and wrapped in plastic, with a marker. She goes, "That's all I got?" in dissappointment. Then the video game designer guy began to mock her, repeating, "That's all I got?!" over and over. I was angry. "How dare he mock my sister?" So I started to squeeze his neck. His neck actually squished a lot in my hand, like soft material. But he didn't die. I was really angry. I took the guy out into my Nana's ground floor hallway and threw him over the railing down into the den. Then, I got a long metal poker, like a chimney poker, and stabbed him with the sharp end as he lay there in a fetal position. Then I turned to my left and his father had just come in. His father had this big crazy weapon thing. My Dad was at the little table at the top of the stairs to the den, bending down to go through some sort of box. I hid behind my Dad, hoping he would protect me. The guy's Dad was angry at me for hurting his son and was going to retaliate. I realized that I had a little knife. I thought that his Dad might hurt my Dad since my Dad seemed oblivious to what was going on, as a way to get revenge. I tried to grab the guy's giant pocket knife chain saw thing with my hand. I felt lots of fear. That was when I woke up. Once I was awake, I reflected on what I could have done if I had become lucid. I want to shower I was showering slowly in the upstairs bathroom of 15 Swoo. Someone else wanted to shower. They wanted me to finish my shower later. But they said they were going to wait three minutes before their shower. So I said I would finish my shower before the three minutes were up. While I was trying to shower, there was some annoying drilling. I looked outside. It was coming from some kind of T V out front. I wrote "I thought to go write". Was that in the dream? Vague Conflict The dream was about a conflict with someone I was afraid would catch up with me. But I didn't remember the details. Pool I was on a treadmill near the entrance to the pool. It was 10 A M. I saw my friend Alex and asked him if the pool was open. I was writing in Green. I went down to the locker room. I couldn't find which lock was mine. All these different locks, but where was mine? I was thinking I could swim without needing audio, but what about my left shoulder? Food Dream There was something about one of the brown dessert foods they give to the kids at Easter. And an innuendo relating it to poop. Notes When I look back at these dreams 5 months later, I can remember how excited I was to have a little bit of lucidity and a really vivid dream. I think I woke up from the conflict dream with lots of adrenaline in my system. At the time I would use the MILD technique to imagine what I could have done if I became lucid in certain dreams.
There was a girl that I knew who was part of a deeply hidden cult. The cult existed in the underground of london, where the people spent most of their time. They were told that everything the world said, the media said, their friends said was a lie to trick them into going to hell. They lived in these underground complexes and did everything on the schedule of the controllers. Babies, food, everything. Very much like that movie "The Island". I convinced a girl to switch to my side, and she would report to me every night. By the end I got her mom and dad too. I can't remember what kind of proof I used to switch them over after a lifetime of believing this stuff but they did it. The side plot of this was tha when they were in the bunkers I was either playing a new star wars battlefront game (like IV or V) and having epic space battles where Jeremy Moore was killing it in the online standings, or I was with Holly slowly uncovering a conspiracy about how instagram was going to use halloween to scan everyone's faces from their costume selfies.
I was walking down a street/road at night when I was interrupted by someone who appeared to be three years older than me. All of a sudden, the entire place turned into my room on a cloudy day. At this point I was just BARELY lucid, but not enough to classify this dream as lucid. The same person was still there and I looked out my window and said something that I don't remember. I then woke up in the dream and took a shower. After telling my mom about my dream, I went back to sleep and had the same dream, but I said something different at the window this time. I also remember a red/blue car somewhere in there, but I don't know where to put it in the story.
I was watching a 360 VR video about Metallica titled "5D drums by someone who can actually play" I was watching it live in the video with my sister. I apparently had a wig that was the size of my body and I was six years old. My sister sounded like a guy, and everything was dark.
I had quite a few dreams, all were in a dark and cold environment. First I had a quite abstract and hazy dream about counting the numbers 1-9. Each time a number was counted I would be rocketed higher inside a cavernous underground quest. Then my parents were there doing something. And something about a cat too :3 2nd in a poky kitchen, a hippyish woman with lank blond hair was kindly asking if I wanted something she had made. I was unsure about her due to her close proximity, fitting the thing around my neck and face. Also I was unsure as to whether she was giving it to me or trying to get me to buy it. It was made of a star, a cylinder shape and a babies bottle filled with flavoured water. The liquid smelt nice and comforting, I imagined it had cinnamon in it. After she had been talking for a while I noticed she had bags in cupboards and around filled with these products. I felt sorry for her that she had not managed to get rid of any. I moved away into a corridor adjoining the kitchen. I needed to pee but found I was now a woman with dark almost shoulder length straight hair. I went into one of the cubicles but felt I was being watched so I came out. There was a guy, a stranger, standing just outside the bathrooms. When I went out he went to grab and kiss me, I did not respond as this felt all wrong, I wasn't a woman. Next we were outside, and he was hiding me as he lay with lots of other soldiers on a pile of sandy earth. He was however unable to hide me and I was pulled up by whoever was in charge when a load of uniform men with guns turned up. They were wearing uniform that looked like dark grey or black, world war two with rifles. I was pushed over to a wall where I slumped and was shot at. I had clearly been shot a few times, as there was a load of blood that had splattered. note: I never know whether to categorise these as nightmare as I don't remember a lot of fear but I know before I have just not recalled the strong emotion. So I just put it down as that as there was a lot of emotional turmoil in the last dream section.
Updated 10-02-2017 at 08:53 AM by 89275
Got a few dreams to note, including DIELD. All but the latter are fragments, though. Scrap Group 1 Watching Rick and Morty. The latter was in a chapel with his family (sans Rick). Apparently, Morty was marrying a gnome with a flagrant... bulge in his pants. Beth wasn't too happy with this, which in turn causes resentment with Summer. Later on, Morty seems to snap out of a daze, and realizes this matrimony was involuntary; Rick had previously drugged teen. So, he calls the whole the off. The gnome begs for Morty's return, and admits to doing painful things to cause the, uh, bulge for his sake, though Morty ignores as much. Later, Jerry complains of small flaws he noticed in decorations. When his ramblings went off-screen, his voice was replaced with that of a hammy stage performer for whatever reason. Concurrently, Beth and Summer were busy arguing on gay marriage rights issues. At the bedroom of an unknown home, of which warps into another. Jonathan shows up. We start looking for some blue file folder. Noticed the main theme for Twisted Metal 2 sounding in the background. In a filing cabinet, I find what I thought was the correct folder, only for Jonathan to point out numerous copies of the same object. Dream 1 - Contrived Cascades DIELD transitioned from a dreamlet. The visuals were blurred. I was walking around the neighborhood during the dead of night. Wasn't sold on this being a full dream at first. I look up at the sky, and imagine the moon appearing. Instead, two bright interstellar clouds form, one silvery in color, the other violet. That's when I'm suddenly pulled up into the depths of space, and I finally rubbed my hands to confirm the dream state. Oh, the vibrant sight of comets, stars and nebulae never ceases to entice. After a few minutes of soaring through the cosmos, the view shrinks into a window skewing and bouncing around black borders. Not anything some manual arrangements couldn't fix. I then thought of doing TOTMs, of which the 'awareness behind the dream' task was readily in mind. "Awareness beyond the dream", I called out, "what should I see? What should I dream?" Cue immediate warp. I find myself in a billdboard-2.5d room, its ceiling, floors, and walls all appearing as rocky tiles made of water. Realistic waterfalls leaking throughout the structure contrasted this otherwise contrived sight. And yet, when I passed through these cascades, I felt nothing. When I looked at my right hand, I saw it was replaced by a hand-shaped mouse cursor. Another warp half a minute later. I was now in an elementary school's computer lab. On screen in front of me was some Roblox game or something similar. Figured that's what I saw before. I soon lost lucidity, and got caught up in the act of being an adult student there in the same class as my nephew, Lucas. Not too clear on what happens next. Pretty sure this involved a teacher catching me playing games on my assigned computer. The dream ended soon after that. Scrap Group 2 Numerous dreamlets. Ones I remembered include the Demon roguelike, my walking around the neighborhood again, and later on, of my brother Eugene making a cake without eggs or milk. In each case, I tried going deeper by interacting with the environment, only to collapse the dream.
Updated 10-06-2017 at 02:58 AM by 89930
10.01.2017Time Warp Syndrome (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Notes: Took some galantamine before bed, but I didn't sleep well because I was somewhat dehydrated and had a headache as a result. Still, my dreams were fairly cohesive. I'm camping out in a large, extravagent log cabin with a guy I'm friends with and an eccentric old man who owns the place. One of the rooms is furnished with equipment that either belongs in a torture chamber or a sex dungeon (or both). O_O At nightfall, I become suspicious that someone is going to try to break in through one of the screen doors that lead into the deck at the side of the cabin. I walk through the dimly lit cabin, past where my guy friend has already decided to lay down for the night, and suddenly become lucid when I open the inner door that leads out to the deck. I decide I need to float across the deck rather than walk so that whoever is going to break in doesn't hear my footsteps. I float over to the outer door and lock it. I realize how much I've missed floating like this in dreams! It's sort of a casual thing, floating with my feet just barely off the floor (kind of like how Marceline from Adventure Time floats). I wish I could move like this in real life. It's so much easier than walking. Trying to decide what to do, I'm about to head back into the cabin when I'm suddenly pursued by a man dressed in futuristic attire. I fly outside above the cabin to escape his reach, but he can fly as well! We have an epic swordfight in the air until the eccentric old man from before steps outside and sends the man back where he came from. The man tells me that we must now "timestamp" everything we do--- something about the time-space continuum being broken, so we now have to be constantly vigilant about "when" we are because things can start happening out of order.
Fell asleep at: 2:30 AM Woke up at: 10:50 AM Percieved dream time: ??? Dream: I'm in a bedroom filled to the rim with movie and video game paraphernalia. There are bookcases filled to the brim with DVD's and video game box covers (Of which they seem to be mostly Xbox 360 games due to the distinctive green boxes they came in). There's a stereotypically emo looking dude in the room (His girlfriend is also there too but I never get a clear look at her). And we're actually pretty cool with each other in the dream! We exchanged jokes, went into deep discussion about our shared interests (Video games obviously), and at one point I experienced genuine, wacky laughter in a dream! Apparently I had a video game who's sprite varied depending on the region you bought the game in and what time it came out. We were searching on my phone about who had the very rare Dark Blue color variant that came with the first few copies. Only to find out it was a 10 year old kid who wouldn't shut his mouth. "HA! I retro-fagged before all of you guys! I'm a MILLIONAIRE HAHAHAHAHA!!!" I believe is what he said (And, no, I don't promote the term 'retro-fag'). We laughed so much at that given moment that my face had a permanent smile fixed on it for the entirety of the dream. We joked about it, reciting Videogamedunkey by saying "I'M A MILLIONAIRE" and "HERE COMES THE MONEY". That was until my sister called me out of the room and I had to go. Maybe I should see that guy again, make him my dream guide. Hmm... NOTES 1. As it turns out, the emo dude (In the dream) is actually a millionaire. The DC, not the real life counterpart.
Updated 10-01-2017 at 05:43 PM by 93490
Morning of October 1, 2017. Sunday. Dream #: 18,549-02. Reading time: 40 sec. Post-induction: I am with my wife Zsuzsanna and our children as we appear now. We are seemingly at the local showgrounds at nighttime. (This scene stems from residual memory of the enjoyable time we had there in real life.) Vestibular stage: Zsuzsanna takes our youngest daughter up a ladder to a minimal structure where a person is to jump off an I-beam from at least thirty feet up. I soon see the view from overhead even though I had not yet climbed the ladder, yet I do not seem incorporeal. The drop: I am wary as I do not want Zsuzsanna or our daughter injured. However, after they jump, a safety net appears, and they cheerfully land on it. Sustaining vestibular modulation: I decide to try it, but I start to realize as I am climbing the metal ladder that I am liminally trying to enhance my imaginary physicality. Before I get to the I-beam (though I was already on it in the first scene), I wake, feeling amused.
Updated 09-25-2019 at 07:26 AM by 1390
Morning of October 1, 1982. Friday. While in the northeast bedroom of the Loomis Street house, I am vaguely aware of the presence of duck hunters. Through the window, I see that the front yard is marshy. The streets are lightly flooded, which seems normal to my dream self, and related to the seasons. Although there had been no perceived presence of the duck hunters being in the house at any point, there are a number of duck decoys sitting about in the house which they had still somehow apparently set up. I find this annoying and intrusive. I gather a few and place them outside, though remain wary of being shot at if I move a certain way. Curiously though, I soon do not feel that much in danger. I notice there is now less water on the streets (very common waking symbolism). The duck hunters actually seem to be gone. (The hunters in this case are this dream’s preconscious element. There is no “threat” as the waking transition has already activated via RAS.) While trying to go back to sleep, I falsely recall that one of the wooden duck decoys was mine, having had it since very young, and being fond of it and frustrated about now possibly losing it. I am puzzled by the situation until I wake. (This is likely based on my feelings of nostalgia for the 1960s plastic model kit “The Visible Pigeon”, although I also had a duck decoy catalog as a teenager as I enjoyed collecting mail-order catalogs at that time.) This is typified as “failed flight waking symbolism”, a very common waking transition dream component (a perfectly natural unconscious transmutation of the biological falling start, which has nothing to do with waking life or the conscious self as some extremely unintelligent people pretend), not meant to be in a negative context but as a result of a natural transition from sleeping to waking and the temporary puzzlement of being in liminal space and not being fully aware of one’s physical body while semi-conscious. My hypnopompic waking “jolt” is subdued here, which is directly related to the fake ducks, which are neither real nor can fly away (similar to any dream where a person otherwise falls, or an airplane crashes, a meteor is seen, or many other generic analogies to returning to wakeful consciousness, including climbing or using a staircase or a “flight” of stairs). Flight symbols in dreams are typically linked to real-time inner ear dynamics (loosely related to dizziness or falling sensations when awake) and RAS (reticular activating system) in subliminal anticipation of leaving the dream state. Flight symbols as such have occurred in at least one dream per sleeping period for over fifty years, which automatically renders “interpretation” (in the common superstitious usage of the term) as an invalid concept, not however, discounting literal prescience, literal practice events, or literal willful scripting of a dream (including viable healing affirmations).
Dreams from September 30 to October first. T Rex From first round of dreams, we remembered, Something about a T Rex. Something about driving somewhere. Too Tired to Help In the second round of dreams, I was in this big field with crops. I couldn't plant any plants. I felt too sad and tired. No one was pushing me to work though. Lots of plants were in planters to be planted, but I couldn't help at the moment. Different kinds. Green plants. Square, black planters. I wrote that I could have become lucid and used telekinesis to plant them all. 5 months later, my dream abilities are still not THAT good! But I can see the progress. Map There was something about a map of the upstate New York area. It said, Troy, Schenectady, Rensselaer on it. Fragment Something about working in a restaurant. Chair I was using a chair to get up. I was kneeling in front of it and pushing myself up on it. I still remember a lot of these 5 months later. □ When I got up from the chair, I saw a girl eating a donut. Lots of kids were sitting around a table. There was an open chair between a girl I wanted to sit near and R S. I heard the phrase, "Say the adjective just as loud as the word." I wrote, this wasn't that interesting. Language Concept There was this concept of teaching someone a subject in a language they didn't know. But don't teach them the language until a year later. It seemed funny at the time. Dopamine Concept There was something about a personal brain dopamine meter, like how diabetics have blood sugar meters, people could have dopamine meters. This could help them monitor their excitement levels. Notes We wrote that the styluses falling costed us some recall time. And that we need to get to the dream journal as fast as possible. This was when our method was to spring out of bed as soon as we awoke and write. But by the time we move so much to get to the chair, we can lose a lot of details. Now, we stay still and recall it before going to whatever recording method we are using at the time. Oil Stain Anxiety My Asian friend A S was eating and his white shirt had a big oil stain on the front. We were in the back patio of my college fraternity house, at one of the picnic tables. I wanted him to go clean it off, and he did. I was really nervous it would permanently stain his shirt if he didn't clean it. He changed his shirt, and now, it wasn't stained any more. I was really happy about this. Fragment My friend Jon had long hair and was sitting in chairs with some other friends from high school. Noise Nuisance I had my bin with the decibel defense head set in it. I was going through one bin, trying to find them, when I realized that they were in the other bin. It was day time outside. I was annoyed by the sound of a weed whacker. □ I was writing in Fii Note while I ate. Fragment Something about, kids to chaperone, and a woman who wanted turkeys. Different Bedrooms This next part was more detailed of a dream scene. It took place in the room I lived in Sophomore year of college. Room 3. My bedrooms were changed and now they had special bedding. One had a green bed. My Aunt C and Nana were there. I was worrying they may have been smoking in the rooms. One room was beige. One was tan with a green bed like a short bunk bed with green and yellow felt sheets. There was a rectangular king sized bed in the room, too. Lots of beds. In the physical room at college, there was a closet next to the room. But in the dream, that closet was a whole nother bedroom off to the side. When I walked out, my Dad was upset. He was on the phone outside the front door. It seemed to be about money. I wanted to go hug him and help him not be upset. Sun was coming in the window in a square pattern. It made a yellow square on the floor. I was with a group of guys and we were comparing how many "jelly rolls" our stomachs made, or flaps of adipose tissue. I had more than the other guys. Freedom of Speech? Someone said i could say whatever I want. So I cursed out this lady. The words were "F You, B" but the real words. Nothing bad happened at all. She had no reaction or anything. More Noise Problems A land scaper truck was in the road in front of my house. I was talking to the guy, trying to see if they could make less noise. It wasn't a big fight that time though. Notes I remember most of these dreams.
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