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closing my eyes I can see stars when I'm not outside I become lucid the lucidity of the darkness becomes an intent light flickering and shimmering around my very being

as I'm lucid I can still see the darkness the darkness lucidity and the light lucidity was a lot different the shape of my dream become that of a blinding light space starts forming as star particle's over and over am I my own galaxy am I alien or human who has this power to control space and time I think to myself as I'm becoming lucid the darkness flicker the light once again I fall into a deep sleep I still know my eyes are closed yet I'm in a world where I see thing more vibrant then when I'm awake the universe becomes destroyed as a simple blink I can destroy galaxies and space with a mere gesture yet when I destroy the universe more galaxies and space form every time I close my eyes

My old friend Saimi and I are sitting at a table by the city’s inner wall, having coffee. They are thick walls, built with greyish stone, and through a window in the wall—a rough hole with a metal grid across it—we can see something a little troubling taking place: a small group of oni is building a campfire there, in the courtyard area between this wall and the outer one. They’re larger than humans, with colorful skin and wearing rough clothing, some of it made from animal skins. It’s odd, I think to myself. It’s been ages since I’ve read, watched or played anything with oni in it. The ones I can recall looked different. And yet, these guys strike me as familiar—familiar as individuals, even. I can’t account for it.

Anyway, Saimi and I have business to take care of. I have been investigating a series of mysterious events that Saimi has been involved with in some way—something from a dream from earlier in the night that I can no longer remember— and since our last meeting, my research has turned up something quite interesting. We have two small pages of text with us that appeared when the events took place and that we suspect may be connected to them somehow—both the same text, but one copy in English and one in Korean. They seem to concern some kind of game.

The oni—whom we’ve been keeping a watchful eye on this whole time—are now entering through the gate, which isn't far from where we're sitting, and roaming the city square. Presumably, they're looking for someone to eat. Should we move? We decide not to. They'll probably be satisfied with only one person, and there’s only a small chance it’ll be one of us. We continue talking. But suddenly, I feel myself grabbed from behind and carried backwards. My espresso cup falls to the ground and rolls away. I call out something to Saimi as I struggle to get free—but then the dream shifts around us. I’m not sure now whether it was something I did intentionally or something that just happened, but at any rate, I seem to be better prepared for it than the oni are. While they’re trying to figure out what just happened, I break loose and run for it.

Or rather, my character on the screen does, since I’m now experiencing this as a video game. I get a few screens away, at which point I know I’m safe. From there, I explore the town where I now am for a little while, going into houses and talking to the people there—and then I seem to be on my computer, checking my email. As I watch, new emails are arriving in my inbox every few seconds, which is unusual. Something big must be happening.

And then I wake up.

(22.1.17)

Date of Dream: MON 22 JAN - 2018



Dream No. 268 - Separated Sections

Dream 268 A - I'm A Fountain Of Knowledge
I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was at my current house in the kitchen. It's complicated to describe the occurrence of the scene. Although I was standing in front of the breadbox, the dream scene was playing like a projection of my thoughts I was having while in the kitchen.

First of all, I was with Penelope, Carmelita and two other random females in a prison cell. I ended up pulling Penelope and Carmelita aside to talk to them and see if there was some way I could help them escape. I said something to them like “you would only be able to get out of here if we got two males to take your place. Two males must always occupy the prison”. I thought about Sly being a possibility but I wasn't sure about who the second male would be.

The dream then changed to another job requirement on Arpeggio’s airship; there were three sub-scenes in this scene. In the first scene, Sly was successfully shown double jumping across the large gap. Then the second sub-scene played where Bentley had successfully jumped across with his wheelchair boosters. When it came to the third sub-scene with Murray, I spoke to myself in the kitchen. I said something along the lines of “he's not gonna make it...”.

I still had the scene projection going off in the kitchen but at the same time, now appeared in Murray's scene as well. I started speaking and he actually turned to me. I said to him, “your jumping style is not enough to get you across to that ledge.” as I pointed to the other side, “You will not be able to reach the other side, so therefore I've come to this place to help you enhance your jump”. Both he and I held hands and jumped in unison, with his legs spreading out wider than usual. When we got to the other side, the scene vanished and I don't remember anymore of the dream.

Dream 268 B - The Real Deal
I don't remember much of this dream. What I can remember is that I was messaging someone on Facebook but I forgot who it was. I then received another inbox notification and when I clicked on it, someone had typed “hello”. A detailed analysis of their name and profile picture actually determined that it was the real Sly Cooper talking to me. We exchanged a few threads but I forgot what we said in them.

The dream then took me to a black screen where I had with just a frozen animation of Bentley and Murray, where I had set a couple of “jobs” for myself. The first job stated on that screen was to message Murray and the second one was to message Bentley. I decided it was more useful to message Bentley first as I wasn't sure whether Murray would understand my quirky typing methods and language or not. Bentley replied and we had a very short conversation; he did mention something about Sly in it.

Third of all, it was time to message Murray. First, I thought about what I could write to him. I thought that maybe I could butter him up by saying something like “Hey, you're my favourite pink hippo!”. I never got to typing or sending the message; I woke up.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



This might sound like a crazy theory but I've saved the same DC twice as well as given advice to them... Am I becoming a dream guide to someone in my own dreams? That would be so amazing if a dream guide chain was to exist; I have a dream guide who supports me as a dreamer who guides another dreamer. Better test that theory with another dream.

I was flying over a city surrounded by water. I think my brother was there too, flying an airship. We were kind of playing around. I tried to bring down enemies by manipulating the ocean water below me and pulling them out of the air, or by pushing them away with TK. Sadly, none of these powers worked. My notes say Yoda was somehow involved, too. At some point I flew low over the city, and ran sideways across a fence (an impossible wall run). Someone on the street saw me. All of this was accompanied by a loud Eurobeat soundtrack. At some point, people and buildings become huge (or I became tiny) and I had to start flying really, really high for some reason. Samuel L. Jackson?

In a second dream, I flew along a coastline. But I felt strangely out of control. Spinning around my axis while I kept going in the same direction. An older person on shore noticed me.

I flew towards another city. This one had a very specific 'feel' to it. It was near a big waterfall like the Niagara falls. I (of course) felt the need to fly through the waterfall at full speed. The soundtrack of this dream was 'Long Tall Sally' by Little Richard. I landed somewhere on the riverbank (sloped, open piece of land) and helped rescue a black kitty together with some other guys. Carrying bottles of compressed air? The entire time, I felt like I was controlling the plot.

I was on a train. I looked out of window, and everything looks really weird. Everything was 'blocky' and in black and white. I thought this was evidence I was inside a computer simulation (rather than a dream). I was studying the environment because I was convinced there were patterns that were trying to tell me something. A sign, or something. The other characters on the train were very annoying, though. I hit one of them, and he vanished. I felt guilty because I hurt one of the simulations, and I felt like I wasn't supposed to do that. Like, my anger would make me fail the challenge. Later on, I had to solve puzzles. I moved through a shopping area inside a train station. I fantasized about blowing everything up if the DCs kept annoying me. At the end of the dream, I sat on a ledge of sorts, and threw something down to the DCs. We were solving a puzzle together?

I was with a couple of family members at my late grandmother's house (moeke). My mom was there, as well as my brother. And a few others, but I don't know who exactly. Oddly, my grandmother was there too. She'd dead. I noticed her being there was... odd. But it still felt so normal. I wondered if anyone else could see her. I think they said they had no idea what I was talking about. But then I saw my brother in conversation with my grandmother. She said something, and he replied. I confronted my brother, and asked him who he was talking to - as what he said could only make sense in response to someone asking him a question. I was confused as to why everybody appeared to be lying. The situation didn't make any sense. Unless... And that's when I figured that they were *all* characters, and I was the only real person in the room. I forced myself to wake up, as I was already drifting close to full consciousness anyway.

Two lucids in as many nights!

EXT. HIGHWAY - NIGHT

A large redwood tree has fallen over a highway but cars are able to pass under it. One car stops and "glitches" jerkily, as when a random pedestrian turns into Agent Smith in The Matrix. Then it drives backwards, returning to the fallen tree. (Did the car travel back in time?) The glitchiness and backwardness of the situation triggers short-lived lucidity. (See yesterday's DJ entry.)

Trying to get a mechanism/system work in a dark room on a large table. The mechanism required a silvery large hamster to work. It kept running around like crazy.
Next there was another "machine" that needed water to circulate up and over a series of funnels. I was worried it was not working but then just left it alone.
We were hurrying away through a building, under a glass and new wood walkway when I decided we would need some provisions for our escape. I climbed up the side of a closed restaurant and managed to pull myself up via some cables. There was a little slidey window which a pulled open enough to reach in and get some food and put it into a bamboo container. The food looked like different riceballs and some fish cakes. As I was climbing down I was struck full on by the glare of a waitress who had appeared despite it being dead of night. It looked like narberal gamma from overlord, scary.

I had a dream last night..!

The first one in a while! Basically the government had taken over, it was all soldiers being out on the street, shooting anyone and everyone they could find..!

I was myself, but I was an undercover agent, I had been sent there to help my group overthrow the government. I needed to go into their base to find paperwork to help my group. It was tense, but thankfully the soldiers didn't think anything about me walking around..!

Morning of January 21, 2018. Sunday.



This type of aquarium-based dream was more common when I was a teenager. (An aquarium typically represents the nature of the dream state itself as relative to the dream self’s faux mind and its transition back into consciousness.)

My dream begins in the southwest bedroom of the Cubitis house. I am sitting on the bed (which is aligned east to west near the south windows) and facing the doorway. Also on the bed is a large but shallow rectangular aquarium. A smaller end is closest to the doorway. I had been watching the water getting higher until it is about half the depth of the aquarium.

There are a number of unusual small creatures in the aquarium, the largest being a multicolored flatworm of about four inches long, which I view as intriguing.

Marilyn (an older half-sister on my mother’s side) eventually comes into the room. I tell her about the flatworm as she looks at it.

There are some very unlikely living creatures as well, including oversized diatoms, one which looks like a tiny rocking chair (of less than an inch high) with a cape attached to the back. The cape has a floral pattern. Another is a heraldic shield (escutcheon) with wings, also less than an inch high. The “rocking chair” swims with its “cape”, the “shield” with its “wings”.

Eventually, there are a couple larger creatures, though I soon notice the water lowering. I also somehow pour out some of the water and suddenly, all the creatures simultaneously turn into small transparent ovals, as if the sudden lack of water caused them to cease to exist in their normal form as well as all die at the same time. This surprises me.

Later, I have my aquarium outside in an unknown location. It is implied to be our backyard, though the house does not look familiar. There are no fences, though there is a sequence of several backyards in front of me and behind me. There is a dense forest off to my left. Zsuzsanna is present. A few other people are also around, but I am not focused on who they might be. Two small creatures (“rocking chair” and “shield”) are similar to how they originally appeared, as I had put more water into my aquarium again, which caused some of them to come back to life, more in the manner of a fast-growing seed. There are also now a couple of miniature mammals. One is a tiny bear (not a bear cub but a miniature adult bear). I am somewhat wary about it eventually growing much bigger. I recall that Zsuzsanna and I had recently watched a movie about a black bear posing a threat to a suburban neighborhood.

I pick up the miniature bear, taking it out of my aquarium and placing it on the ground to my left, thinking that it may run off into the forest, which is what I would like it to do. It is now about the size of a cat. Instead, it runs off to my right, closer to the back of our house, which Zsuzsanna and I are somewhat concerned about (though there is no implied threat).

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Current conscious self threads with literal context: My dream self (personified subconscious) recalls that I am married to Zsuzsanna and that we have children, but I have no recall of where we live in reality (my most common dream state memory anomaly). My dream renders a fictional setting (though ambiguously combined with a real setting from my youth) that my dream self accepts as legitimate (a main factor of the dream state). The flatworm was influenced by our youngest son’s toy sticky slug that he had shown me a day ago, though it differs from my dream in that the toy is solely gray. Although the miniature bear in my dream’s final scene is of a literal thread of recent memory (in addition to the childhood association described below), relating to a movie Zsuzsanna and I had watched the night before, my memory is incorrect in that the movie, “Unnatural” (2016), featured a huge polar bear (with altered DNA) in Alaska and only as a threat to a few people in one lodge in an isolated region, not a black bear in a forest’s warm climate near a residential neighborhood as my dream self incorrectly recalled. (However, we had also seen a movie a couple days ago with a scene of a grizzly bear attacking a man, though this was also in a cold region; “The Revenant” from 2015.)

Older conscious self threads with literal context: The miniature bear (before growing somewhat) was originally of an identical size as a mother bear in a model kit, “Black Bear and Cubs”, that my older sister Carol sent me for Christmas in 1972 (though one of many kits she sent me in the same package) while I was living in Cubitis. Marilyn seemed as she did in the 1970s. My attempting to recall whether or not she was still alive (she died on February 13, 2014), even though she was perceived as alive and in the room with me, is a type of memory ambiguity common to the dream state though of which could not occur in wakeful consciousness and is proof that I am aware, though on a subliminal level, that I am dreaming. (Liminal dream control is far more common for me than what is claimed by society as non-lucidity.)

Literal induction thread: The bed at the beginning is both an induction factor and a dream state indicator. It is a subliminal thread of memory recognizing that I had gone to sleep (unrelated to the myth of “interpretation”).

Metaphorical induction thread: The literal bed dream state indicator, as an induction factor, is combined with my most common metaphorical dream state induction symbolism, water rising. Water and water rising symbolizes sleep and entering deeper into the dream state.

There is very slight vestibular system symbolism here. This would be the two smaller creatures, where one has a cape and the other, wings. Additionally, it reflects the nature of RAS mediation, the shield as a factor of “shielding” myself from RAS and the other, in contrast (the rocking chair), just being passive while “watching” my dream. A rocking chair also has a link to vestibular system symbolism, as it rocks back and forth. Additionally, a cape is a dream state indicator as it typically relates to an association with bed sheets.

Although the common water lowering waking symbolism occurs, I (subliminally) reinduce my dream for a short time, though which soon triggers a RAS mediation factor (the bear) in the final scene. However, the bear does not grow very large or become a threat, and I do not run from it. It moves from my left to my right (common waking orientation symbolism), going towards our backyard, symbolizing my inevitable return to consciousness.

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Date of Dream: SUN 21 JAN - 2018



Dream No. 267 - Job Interview Clothes Sorted

I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was in a completely unknown place with my mum. This guy comes up to us and I start talking to him. He said that his dad designs clothes and that he could design on outfit for me for if I ever wanted to get a job in the future. He told me the kind of corporate outfit I would get and I said to him that I would also like a pink stripe on the neckline of the jumper.

In the next scene, this lady comes over to my house and she is the one claiming to be the designer of my job interview outfit. The outfit design was completely different to what I thought it was originally going to be. The shirt was a plain peach colour and the trousers were a deep aqua-like blue. I said to her that I was really happy with the look and that I was hoping for a shirt with a pink-tone so I could emphasize to the people I meet that I am female. I don't remember what else happened in the dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

Created Saturday 20 January 2018

Got some things to note today, including two DILDs. There were a bunch of dreamlets too, but I've

Dream 1 - The Marvel/Capcom Dream Alliance

The visuals were quite dim. This took place within a poorly lit office building at night-time. A chaotic battle was occurring between a joint force of Marvel and Capcom heroes (Iron-Man, Hawkeye, Captain America, the Hulk, Ryu, Megaman X, and Chun-li confirmed) against the menacing Ultron. The villain was overpowering his opponents. In a bold maneuver, Iron-Man, Cap, Ryu, and X held off the rogue robot to stall him. In the meantime, Hulk stood back, covering while Chun-Li departed elsewhere. Eventually, Hawkeye fired off an EMP arrow at Ultron, who easily caught it within a forcefield. "Is that the best you can do?", gloats Ultron. Hawkeye smirks. That's when a barrage of missiles strikes Ultron at his flank. He turns, and sees the side of an attack chopper, Bat-Man logos painted all over, and Chun-Li within the passenger cabin. With Ultron's concentration lapsed, the forcefield went down, and, upon the arrow exploding, so too did he.

I manifest, and followed the group down some hallways. We then stop at a darkened, empty garage or storage area. Inside, three people were seated on the floor. One was a figure I couldn't discern (or had forgotten). The other two were rather plain looking twin women, dark skinned, and both with ponytails. Without any prompt, the other heroes and I gather around with them. Then, the enigma started a conversation about meditation and dreaming, and asked for the girls on their progress. One of them claimed to have made great strides in her meditation practices. The other had reportedly mastered inducing lucid dreams. And yet, she seemed hesitant of such, and even expressed worry about her outlook in the future. "She fears it's the 'end of an era', so to speak.", I blurted out. The girl suddenly wept. This caused an outburst from others, a mix of consolatory remarks, and of arguing over how to take my own statement. Such commotion went on for a while, until the dream ended.

Dream 2 - Black Market Manor

Scene 1 - Phase Floor Hazard
The visuals were dim. I was wandering around the unlit hallways of the building above. Seems it had been completely vacated. When I stepped into a large room, I suddenly phased through the floor. Transition.

Scene 2 - Arms Deal
The visuals were clearer. I was outside the lot of a mansion, a place located in the middle of a tropical wilderness, daylight peeking through the canopy of trees. The building showed obvious signs of decades-long wear. Previously abandoned, it served as the den for hooligans and other squatters.

I wander away into the forest, only to turn back. I then approached the leader of the group, a mid-twenty-something year old guy with a shaved haircut and goatee, to make a deal., to make a deal. He lead me inside to the ruined, graffiti-laden manor's "lobby". From his backpack, he pulled out a bag of finely ground hash. Wasn't at all interested in that. What I wanted was weapons. I "knew" that this guy, though not an arms vendor himself, was connected enough with the black market to acquire such.

He pulled out a notebook, and we began working out a contract. I used the pseudonym titled after a Goetic demon, cycling through a few names, as some were already taken. Anyway, I requested modded SMGs. He seemed confused, stating that machine guns would be a more optimal choice. Some chica from the streets, presumably the guy's girlfriend, then arrived. The two bicker over details of the current negotiations for a while before turning their attention back to me. In the end, I settled for 2 silenced SMGs, and one machine gun, all very reasonably priced at several thousand dollars. I also asked about combat armor, but they seemed to have no idea what I was talking about. I then gushed on for a while about my favorite firearms. This quickly bored the two, so I just took my leave.

Back outside, I made my way down faded dirt path through the forest. I'd false memories of having an interesting conversation with a fellow there not too long ago. So, I hurried along, thinking I might be able to catch up with him. Along the way, I noticed something familiar about pathway, as if it were a crude facsimile of my neighborhood. Curious, I flew up, and headed the direction where my home would be. This soon granted lucidity. I continued towards my "home", getting my head brushed under huge tree leaves along the way. Things start destabilizing. I desperately rubbed my hands, but couldn't keep from getting sucked into the void. I continued falling for about a minute before the dream ended.


Dream 3 - Trivial Near Nightmare

Dreamlet transitioned to dream. The visuals were dim and a bit blurred. I was lounging around at home during night time. Soon, I noticed my brother, Jay, going around and asking the others various trivia questions. He approached me with such, something about biology, I think, which I got wrong. He annoyed me with further drivel, during which I got lucid. But, I caught myself having paranoid thoughts about my brother, a sign that a nightmare might occur. Just to be safe, I impaled him with my hand, causing him to fade into inky vapor, all while he eerily continued his quiz otherwise undisturbed.

I started hand rubbing, only to warp in bed. Noticing that it was still dark outside kept me lucid. Unfortunately, I had trouble moving. Concerns with such caused me to lose the dream quickly.

What a good way to start the year: A lucid dream and a false awakening―all in one night!

EXT. CHILDHOOD FRONT YARD - SUMMER DAY

A very loud WWII bomber flies overhead, towing a smaller aircraft behind it. The bomber grows in size (or comes closer). I see that it is a B-29. Then it becomes a six-engine B-36 Peacemaker. One or two of the propellers are feathered. Suddenly I notice that the aircraft is flying backwards. Perhaps this confusion is due to the fact that the real B-36's engines were mounted on the back of the wing? (This one's were not.) At any rate, the idea of a plane flying backwards jars me into lucidity. But I am unable to do anything with my newfound conscious state because I wake up immediately. Or is it a false awakening? Because I sleep again and dream a false awakening in which I am writing my lucid dream in my bedside dream journal--with two very large L's in the margin, denoting lucidity.

20/01/2018

Was running up a road with a certain slope, became lucid when realizing that time is still since there are cars on the road but they're not moving. I remember thinking that I can decide when to make it start flowing again, but wanted to explore around first. Started flying towards the sea, at first tried to create a high look-out spot but failed. There was a wonderful natural view but colors where somewhat opaque, so tried to make them more vivid but the dream started trembling and went back to sleep.

Another dream begins, I'm in a hotel with my family visiting some city, we all leave the hotel but after a few meters I notice that I forgot my shoes and since it's raining I need to go get them. I return to the hotel alone, take the elevator, my room is at the first floor but with me enters the elevator a sixty yo guy who tells me that he's going at his deluxe room at the last floor, and despite having pushed both the buttons the elevator first goes to the last floor. It takes a pretty long time, in the meanwhile the guys tells me a tale of which I have confused memories (remember a fish who wanted to achieve his dream). Once arrived, I accompany him to his room.
I'm astonished: the room is enormous, bigger than my real apartment, furnished in a old baroque style, predominantly red with golden features and decorations. His bed is five times a normal one. There's a high class party going on in the hallway, but I remain standing still thinking about his story when I wake up.

Date of Dream: SAT 20 JAN - 2018



Dream No. 266 - Separated Sections

Dream 266 A - An Unusual Encounter
I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was walking around my current house. When I was outside in the front yard, I saw my deceased grandfather. After just blankly staring at him for a few seconds, I started screaming as I always do when I see him with an alive illusion. As always, I also thought he was going to hurt me. Now this time, he notices me and calmly tells me to stop screaming and then he comes up and hugs me?

As awkward and shocked as I still felt, I managed to calm down enough to actually speak to him this time. I said to him, "I want you to meet my dream guide". He asked me who it was and I said “Dreamy WB”. I don't think he got that as he gave me some strange look. I then thought I'd use her alternate name and so I go to him with gestures, “Miss T”. He must have understood that as he repeated her name but with a lot of mumbling. I corrected him, again saying “Miss T”. This time, he pronounced it correctly.

I went off to call her but I couldn't seem to get her any time soon. At first, I went up and down the court but she wasn't anywhere. After that, I actually roamed the suburbs of Mulgrave and Scoresby to find her, still calling out, “Dreamy WB!”. At one point, my mum was near me and so I changed the calling to “dream guide!”. The dream guide goose chase eventually led me to Stud Park shopping centre and it was now night time and slightly cold weather. I was puffing and panting and for the first time ever, I said “Dreamy WB, this isn't funny...”. What was I thinking? Maybe I was thinking that I was keeping my deceased grandfather waiting.

I returned to the house with no luck but still had my eyes peeled in case she finally decided to turn up. When I got back onto the driveway, I just looked at my deceased grandfather but didn't say anything. The intentional thought dialogue in my head was “Sorry I can't find my dream guide, I really wanted you to meet her”. My deceased grandfather never got his violent look back and rather remained gentle and peaceful which I find absolutely bizarre.

In the meantime, there is now a parade of all these video game characters coming up the court and past the driveway. Apparently it was a thank you for all the service I had done for them. I recognised Super Mario and his friends, and then there was Spyro and heaps of others. The last group to come up the court were Sly, Bentley and Murray. For some reason, I was thinking that Dreamy WB would be parading in after the Cooper gang but my expectation was cut when I found myself on the verge of waking up.

Dream 266 B - Shopping Centre Modifications
I don't remember much of this dream. From where I do remember, I was at Stud Park shopping centre with my mum but it was a lot bigger than I remembered it and it was now multi-storey rather than just one. I then saw all these new stores around and I told my mum that the shopping centre is actually undergoing renovations as well as a major extension. For the majority of the dream, I took my mum around to explore all the areas. That's all I can remember about this dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



In hindsight, I think the reason why Dreamy WB didn't show up in the first place is because she was already influencing my grandfather, hence why he demonstrated an unexplainable, calm behaviour instead of the typical violent mindset.

2018, 01-19

The Dark Tower – Déjà Vu

This may be the first dream I’ve had for a while. It was a Dark Tower dream. But it seems like a rerun. I am in the town of Tull. This is that first town where are the Man in Black left a trap for Roland. I only briefly pause, thinking this isn’t right, but I don’t really give it that much consideration. I see Roland here. He is going to a small house. I go towards him, but he has not yet seen me. Roland knocks and then kicks the door down. I go inside behind him. There’s a fat woman here sitting on a chair looking like she’s waiting have sex with him. She says she has been touched by God. She has actually been fucked by the Man in Black. She says she will be giving birth to a king. Roland says she will be giving birth to a demon. She doesn’t seem to want to believe it. Roland asks why the Man in Black healed a man called Nort, who was a weed eater. She says that’s what angels do, they heal people. And then I speak for the first time. I ask her if he was an angel, why did he not fully heal Nort? He healed the body, but left the torment of the addiction. The Man in Black brought Nort back only for more suffering. No angel would do that. Both of them look over at me, surprised to see me. The fat woman says something about there being two interlopers and then demands that we leave.

Roland and I are heading back towards where he left his mule. He says there may still be time to avoid the trap. I’m not sure exactly what he means, but I know these people are being controlled by a force of evil. I see them looking out of their homes and buildings with darkness in their eyes. I tell Roland I can heal. At least most of them. Maybe not all of them. He looks at me strangely, and then says he’ll give me every chance he can heal them, but if they come at him he will have no choice. I tell him I understand. After claiming the mule, all hell breaks loose. I am using the song Full Moon Light from the Devil Hunter soundtrack to purge the darkness from this area. Above, the light energy forms what looks like a moon hovering over the town. The entire town is bathed and it’s light. Most of the people look disoriented and confused, and then they pass out. A few others continue their attack. Roland makes quick work of them I am figuring that the ones that continue their attack probably beyond saving. Roland asks about the unconscious ones. I tell him that they should be fine a while. He goes into a local bar and start taking some supplies. He leaves gold on the counter in exchange for them. Roland wants to know who I am, but not here. He says we should get out of town before they all wake up.

Roland and I walk out of town. I am expecting to be looking out over a vast desert with no sign of life, but instead it seems that the town is surrounded by more people. These people look like zombies. Roland says it looks like there’s going to be more shooting after all. Zombies are closing in around us. Roland asks if I can heal them? I already know that I cannot. I tell Roland that as I form my right arm into an Alex Mercer blade and the zombies approach. I noticed that we aren’t alone. MoSh is here. MoSh asks if I’d intended to leave him out of this? There’s no time to answer. The zombies are upon us. Roland’s guns are deafening. He is firing quickly and repeatedly, taking out a zombie with each shot. All of them are headshots. MoSh has some guns of his own. He is also blowing away zombies, the bullets he is firing explode on impact, incinerating the zombie. I am cutting down any zombies to get past the gun fire range. The zombies look pretty much like normal zombies, except for their eyes. Their eyes are solid black, and it looks like there is an eternal abyss within each zombie. After the zombies have all been defeated, MoSh comes over and looks at me. He asks if we didn’t already do this earlier? I have a sense of déjà vu. I tell him I think we already did this part. Roland is looking at us both strangely, I know he’ll have questions. I don’t have time to think much more on the topic, I wake up.