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This was not a lucid dream, but rather semi-lucid.



I am walking about outdoors and see oriental structures at a distance. I wonder if it's Gyeongbokgung Palace from the Shared Dream Experiment. Approach close to it. I see some people pulling in some sort of cart. I slowly walk inside an archway . I see what appears to be couple of guards with swords approach the cart. They walk along side it. These guards wore colorful clothing. I'm actually not sure if they had swords alone. Some seemed to be spear and maybe bows. I'm not sure. It's a bit fragmented. I believe there animals at a distance. Cats or dogs, I'm not sure. I decide to back out at this point thinking "what if it's not a dream?".

I’m in the house where my friend Saimi and her family live, near the kitchen, where Saimi and a couple others are. It’s an old-fashioned sort of kitchen with a fireplace and a pipe through which water is supposed to come—but right now, water isn’t coming in, even though it’s raining right now. It seems that something has clogged it. Nearby, in a living room area, my uncle is lying on a couch.

As I stand there watching, a small bird is fluttering around my face, very close. It’s annoying, and I want to wave it away, but that doesn’t seem right somehow. There must be a reason for this. I stand still and let my mind go blank. I can feel vague memories begin to stir—very old memories, stories concerning this kind of bird. And suddenly, it occurs to me that this is how birds behave when there’s a predator nearby. Am I being warned? And where could the danger be?

My attention is drawn to the clogged pipe. Slowly, two green heads are emerging from it—snakes. I tell the others what’s going on and run to the foyer, where I see what I’m looking for—an umbrella rack.

It is a sort of rectangular cage made of a brassy metal, very much like the one my family used to have. If it had been my family’s umbrella rack, it would have contained an assortment of swords, bamboo rods and a pair of snake sticks, the best possible tool for the task at hand. Disappointingly, this one is mostly full of umbrellas. But my sword cane is here, at least, and I can work with that. I grab it by the cobra head-shaped knob, which seems oddly apropos. I grab another long rod which seems like it could be useful and hurry back to the kitchen. Once there, I hand the sword cane to my uncle and we wait for the snakes to emerge.

Two of them do at once, and we go for them—the goal being to transport them outside again. My uncle doesn’t seem to have much trouble with his, but the one I’m wrangling—it’s green with white bands—is proving more difficult because it’s so small and fast. Before I can do anything, it’s crawled up the rod and onto my arm. I tell my uncle, and he pulls it off with the cane—but not before it bites me. It just feels like little pinpricks. Nothing serious—it probably didn’t even inject any venom. I say as much to the others as we wait for the next one.

This one is all green, and much larger than the others. I try to pick it up with the rod, but the thing seems much flimsier than before, and is constantly telescoping into itself. My uncle and the sword cane, which I could really use right now, seem to have disappeared. Under the circumstances, my chances of getting the snake safely outside aren’t good. I’ll have to kill it. Through a combination of the rod and my feet, I manage without getting hurt myself—and then wake up.

26.1.18

08-19-2017 -- What I can remember, lightly, since I should still be asleep. Driving somewhere with mom or Pat (thing it starts as mom, changes to Pat) perhaps grocery shopping. Stop for a quick stop at a Denny's (with what may be an Uber passenger) because I need to go to the bathroom. Usual mess in the restroom. Group of punks went in right before me, part of toilet missing, but the parts that are there are clean, so I have to half crouch above the bowl, but it actually works halfway decently. Someone gets around the lock somehow and enters the cubical with me. I kind of expect trouble, and end up chasing some dirty looking woman out, but she may not have actually meant harm.

Eventually get back to the car, worried it might have been towed because I took longer than expected, and drive home to the Hickory house, where I have to avoid a bike or motorcycle in the driveway. Am kind of asking whose it is, then realize it must be Melody's boyfriend. Mom agrees. Playing with a cat, then a whole bunch of cats. Nice kitties who want and get lots of petting. Soon time to head out for a second trip, perhaps to the grocery store or something. But somehow I get distracted, and am now back from the second trip and getting ready for a third trip. Or maybe not. It's all kind of fragmented.

Eventually leaving the property again, now on my old scooter, with Pat on the back of it, going down a couple of steps slowly, which jostles her a bit, but I'm at least trying to avoid it. Driving down a long, gravel driveway like Grandma and Grandpa's older place in Washington, when there are a bunch of other people around, following us, and commenting on it. Scooter starts up whisper-quiet compared to a real motorcycle, and someone is commenting on it, while I am just trying to avoid having the cycle spill in the gravel.

Go down through a couple of small hills and some sand, turn a corner, and find the way half-blocked by street construction. One guy goes around a crane, but then another hauls away the board I was supposed to drive across, and I have to call out. It eventually swings back, and I perch the cycle on the swinging board, trying to keep my balance until it swings over another board which returns to the main road, and I drop a couple of feet and end up with the back of my cycle in some water, but manage to get out of it, and people are chuckling and joking about it, but all seems to be fine.

Somehow we're now at the entrance to a sort of shopping mall, and Tim Goodwin was one of the people with us, and he branches off to get ready to do his current work (which seems to be retail) at the mall, while Pat and I continue on. No idea where we are going to this time, and for a while Pat disappeared, but we now seem to be in Disneyland at the Rivers of America, because even though it is the middle of the night, we seem to be climbing onto the top of one of the Keel Boats, and quite near us the Columbia is sailing around, with an attractive blonde who looks a little like Anne (but isn't) wearing a cross between and Indian garment and either a Sea Singer or a Tetsu ports outfit, while practicing a song and dance. I point out the costume to Pat, while wondering about a connection between Runescape and Disney, then get out a camera and snap a picture of the beauty, who is a little shy, but doesn't seem to mind too much.

As we are pulling away from the dock, I catch a glimpse of some animal trying to jump aboard and look down to see a cougar or bobcat down on the dock, jumping at the top deck and just barely missing. I comment on it, and Pat doubts it until she sees it herself, then is a little worried, but the cat just barely misses again, Meanwhile, a small dog jumps on board the lowest deck without problem, and runs up to the top deck (of what is now a half Keel Boat, half Paddle Wheeler. Meanwhile, we see the Mark Twain in the distance, and they are singing sea shanties on it (more of a Columbia thing to do, but it's a dream, lump it), and Pat leans out to take a picture of it, while the person in uniform on the other boat makes some sort of comment and pulls out his own camera, and soon leans out over our boat to hand Pat a Polaroid of him taking a picture of her taking a picture. Nice bit of show there! Fun if weird, combination of stuff.

Fluffy cats are curling up together on the other side of a wooden fence while my boyfriend and I watch. The man who owns the land gives a signal and many animals start to run around the yard, including a gray horse and a brown horse. A young man tells me that his dog has been over there for a while now. All the lost animals like to congregate in the man's yard for some reason but my cat is not there.

My parents have driven all the way to Colorado and are in the process of buying a house here that is not far from my apartment. The house is currently a house and a restaurant and the people are still there serving breakfast. My parents are wanting me to move in there. I start to walk back to my apartment using Google Maps but I get lost anyway. I wander through a warehouse with trucks and truck parts in it and I wander through a school and I wash some dishes in the park and other strange stuff happens and I become lucid. I want to jump off a balcony but am afraid I may have awoken. It's night and the stars are sparkling and really pretty so I try to fly to them by flapping my arms. I'm really high up but not into the starts yet so I try to get there by flying up on top of a nearby building first. I can't get to the building and then next I am no longer outside, but am inside my parents' former house banging my head against the ceiling because I am still trying to get to the stars. I am afraid I will wake up my parents so I stop and start trying to walk back to my apartment.

I've lost lucidity and am lost still. I accidentally walk through portal things that transform me into cartoon animals so I change my path but end up back at the house my parents are buying in Colorado. I lost my cat somewhere along the way but I call his name and he is running back to me now.

I am at my apartment on the balcony. A man says he is chopping down a tree and needs to get on my balcony. He climbs on the balcony. Then a bunch of neighbors are on the balcony and two men are fighting while the other neighbors watch. An old woman tries to discourage them from fighting. Another is chanting "Fight, fight." My boyfriend cracks open the door and tells everyone to come to the front door if they need anything and to never climb onto the balcony again.

It begins with me climbing over a short barbed wire fence. Within the fence is a single Sheep, And in a near by similar fenced in location is a Hog. The ground is Cracked, and grayish tan. Behind me it slopes up and disappears into the sky, as if we are on the side of a step, dead hill. There is no food nor water any where for the animals. Above the sky is a dingy, almost sickly green.
The sheep is scared, and burnt along it's right side. The wounds are fresh, and barely scabbed over. However the sheep is very large, and aggressive. A voice from behind me lets me know it will not let me treat it, I am not it's Sheppard. But I need it. I need it's meat, milk, and wool. else I will die.
As I approach is charges at me, and I refuse to move. It changes direction and almost collides with the barbed wire. I remove my self from the pen. I can't have it hurting it'self more. It has suffered enough.
The voice then leads me away from the pens, we travel down the slope, along a dusty trail. Eventually a river comes into view. However as we continue down it smoke fills the air. The world grows darker and darker until we reach the river and we can't see more that 100ft in front of our faces. The river is also lined with 12 ft tall wooden posts from which barbed wire is strung hap haphazardly. Similar to the pens we had left.
The voice passes to in-front of me. He is a general from the war that caused this, he is my friend. He explains that this fence was made to keep the enemy from crossing over the river. He opens a large gate, and leads me to the side of the river. The river is a sickly brown- green, like the water is dead.
Destroyed and sunken ships lie just beneath the surface. Directly in front of me is an old weathered pier, with a matching wooden overhang for rain. The front posts are gone, and a half sunken ship lies there holding it up. My friend points to a still intact ship across the river. He says there are leads and food for the animals on it.
When I turn my head for a second, he leaves to attempt to walk across the ships like stepping stones. I turn back to see him and he has disappeared from sight And I know he has drowned. Rain begins to fall and I try to cross the river my self. I make it to the first ship that has holds up the pier. I step on it and the ship gives way. I can hear the voices of my family scream as both I, the ship, and the pier fall into the dead river. I try desperately to swim upwards, and I almost breech the surface, before I wake up.
I'm no stranger to messed up dreams, I've even had apocalyptic dreams but it's the first time I've had one this messed up. Just felt like sharing it.

Last night, bed at almost 10 pm - 3:20am

House on a hill I used to live in. Lots of people, parties, noise. Walking on the patio, a black dude in african clothes is starting to play bongo drums. I'm like really, you have to do that now, at 10:30 pm? Then I look at my watch and it's 1:30 am. I'm like fuuuu. Too late for that noise.

DR2
I'm in a house. My cat got out. I look and she is on the driveway, not able to move away from a few coyotes. I'm walking fast, praying I get there on time. Throwing rocks and branches at coyotes. The move and dodge them, get hit a bit, but don't leave. I'm hoping my cat won't start running. I get there and scare them off. Inside, I'm telling her:

[11:52:14] <gab> I was protecting my cat from coyotes last night, haha
[11:52:39] <gab> then I was telling her "you came <--> this close to being taken!
[11:53:16] <gab> it seems like I can talk to my cats in mydreams, and they can talk and understand me too

Same nite as Grow yourself big to reach the moon attempt before the WBTB. http://www.dreamviews.com/blogs/gab/

So after the alarm woke me up at 4 am, I stayed up for a WBTB

WBTB 4am-5:30am (I was so stoked from a random lucid, that I couldn't sleep sooner. Plus, that is my usual waking time so I had to fight my body's urge to "wake up for the day" and stay in the sleepy mode.)

I already took 2x300 Alpha GPC at 3 am, but I felt like I used that up for that random lucid, and since my WBTB was so long, I took another 600.

5:30am
- 2x300 Alpha GPC
- 2x4 Galantamine

Sofa at 5:30 am
Woke up from lucids at 7:52

I estimate lucid was about 60 min long, maybe bit longer. I could tell the extra choline made a difference. I was getting headrush and entering lucids at much faster pace than normally, and the headrush was very intense.

I don't remember much details, since there were no breaks in lucidity when I could retell my lucids to myself. And I slept more after I wrote down a few keywords.

Ok, so there was a TON of sex in this one. It was happening with some invisible entity, for a long time. But there was some problem, he may have forgotten to take my pants off. Then bunch of other scenarios with chicks and dudes.

After much walking and exploring, I remembered the TOTM Make a cup of tea and report how it tastes"

I start looking for some place to make the tea. I see some fire on some snow covered ground. I decide to go closer and use it. Hoping to see people there who will have cups and stuff. But there are 2 dogs by the fire. Another fire is nearby and I see a cat by it. I come closer and as I'm wishing for it to be a fox, it turns into a fox. He is not very friendly, starts to chase me away. Needles to say, he didn't have any cups : D

I come to a market place and I search the stalls. There are some glass colored tea cups on one of them, with some liquid in them. I ask "is this hot water"? Vendor says no, it's tea. Well, that's not what I need. I grab one cup, dump the liquid from it and I ask the vendor to put a bag of tea in it. She is putting some in her cup as well, but it's not a bag, it's lose tea. I'm ok with that and she sprinkles some in my cup. There is a pot with semi hot water and I pour that in my cup. I hope I don't burn myself when I taste it. It taste like rose-hip tea. Kinda mild flavor, but very nice. Lukewarm, not hot at all.

After that I go for some more sx and slowly losing lucidity, until some long dream in singapore or other major asian metropolis, in a hotel with my brother and his wife. Not sexual haha, we were just there.

Did some flying, didn't see much, looking at hands to make it more clear, didn't really work.

It was the Dark Ages, and I was involved in a battle for a castle in Britain on a cliff. Kind of reminds me of Tintagel castle now that I think of it. Enemy soldiers were trying to use rope to scale the cliffs and reach the castle. I informed Arthur (or did I simply propose the idea?) of traps we'd installed in the cliff. It's hard to explain, but the edge of the cliffs (on the top) was "on hinges" and acted like a trapdoor. When the soldiers reached the top, it "flipped" down and sent the soldiers falling to their doom. I felt pretty pleased with myself. I thought I could do well for myself in this age, building crazy traps for Arthur.

The next dream. A weird one. It took place in this "park", some kind of zoo where creatures of various animal species lived... except their souls would be randomly swap bodies! I encountered a man, who was actually a bird living in the body of a human. He said he hated it. In the beginning of the dream, I was in the body of a big ape (orangutan I think). I was climbing a tree (or something resembling a tree, the "branches" were quite thin and straight). Despite having all the ape's climbing abilities, I was not comfortable hanging from that branch fifty feet in the air. I also remember encountering a group of elephants. Later in the scene, I found a group of men (humans, I think I was human myself). I think these men were enemies, or at least rivals in some way. Their "leader" said he knew who I was. He said he knew I was involved with a major battle over a thousand of years ago (he said the name of the battle, I forgot), referring to my previous shenanigans with Arthur.

I was with *REDACTED*. *MORE REDACTED DETAILS*. I kissed her, a slow and long kiss - and it felt great. My recent real-life experiences augmented this experience. And that's all I say on this subject.

#493 – DILD – 9:08AM

There is some preliminary dream about my wife looking very Asian. I am taken aback by this, but quickly have a false memory that this is how she is supposed to be. I have warm feelings of love and communicate this to her as I normally do in waking life.

Now it's a false awakening and I decide to just go ahead and sleep on the floor... or did I wake up there? I have the thought that the uncomfortable sleep should help me induce a lucid dream since I have been failing all morning. As I try to have a WILD, my wife starts talking and asking questions about what I am doing. Typical dream wife! I don't get too annoyed, but I do my best to ignore her. As I watch her groping hand over the edge the bed looking to make contact with me, I mumble something about trying to have a lucid dream.

Suddenly, I am overly worried about waking up on time for work. I know I must have set the alarm for 5am but I need to make sure. I get up and try to check the alarm clock on the dresser, but none of the buttons are working and the digits are distorted. There is a VCR next to the alarm clock that I take for granted, but the time is all zeros. Frustrated, I leave the bedroom looking for my cell phone, but quickly notice it's in my right pocket. I pull it out and hit the side button. The screen dimly lights up for just a second and then fades out. Then I finally get it! What if I am already in a dream? I do a quick half-assed nose plug and agree that this is indeed a lucid dream. At that point, the dream becomes dark and I nearly wake up, but I quickly stabilize by crawling and peering into the darkness – my usual bag of tricks. The dream quickly stabilizes and I stand back up.

I look around the dream environment and notice that I am in the first house I ever purchased back when I first started lucid dreaming. There is no irony here, just time distortion. Forgetting that, I become over-whelmed with euphoria that I am lucid dreaming and shout, “OH LUCID DREAMING! HOW I'VE MISSED YOU!” Then at a normal tone, “I did it. I really did it.” I notice a large, old-looking, child's book on the floor. I try to read it. I name off some random words that appear out of the alphabet soup swimming on the pages. I decide this random garbage isn't worth my time and throw the book away.

I decide to leave the house but find the back door is missing. I find this mildly curious, but I don't let it deter me as I swiftly move to the front. I pause at the other exit and think about the daylight and the grass I just saw outside the large pained window in the living room. I use expectation to enter that world and not the dark abyss that sometimes grips me when I transition areas. My efforts pan out, but I do notice the somber, overcast sky. The grass is looking really dry with a lot of brown patches.

I recall my dream goal to talk to an animal; I had a really funny dream about a talking rooster the night before and wanted to repeat some of that experience. This time a large white husky type dog comes running to me. He's so excited to see me. He dashes around me letting me pet him a little then runs circles around me. After a moment of play, I mentally tell him to talk and he quickly reminds me of the dog from the movie Up “OH my master. I am so happy to see you.” Something about this is disappointing and I decide to mimic the chicken from my other dream hoping to recapture the humor there. I say, “Cockadoodledoo maaannn.” Yes the chicken from my dream sounded like an old burned out hippie. The reply I get is total unexpected and that's what I love about my dreams. I hear an echoing answer from across the street, but it's no chicken that I can tell. How do chickens sound when they talk? Not like this, I suppose. Certainly not like the dream that had me laughing all day. No, the voice sounds like a little boy and I am curious to find it's owner. We play a quick game of Marco Polo, stoner rooster edition, and I am taken across a large yard to a barbed-wire fence. Because of the nature of dreams, I know this could turn into a tangled mess so I quickly decide to phase right through the wire. There is some fight, but I mange just fine. I sense the boy is calling to me from this old farm house that's now in my sights, but just before I reach it, the dream switches to black and I wake up. Damn the luck!

Fragment 1: A baby duck is being attacked by a turtle in a small pond. I freak out and hurry to save the duck. I grab it in my hands and hold it to my chest. The turtle disappears and then random people tell me that it's probably ok to put the baby duck back in the water. I'm too afraid that the turtle will come back though, so I try to think of something to do, like calling a shelter or something.

Fragment 2: I'm outside on a beach. There's tons of people and family members. Someone comes up to me and says that I should meet my other Grandmother. I stare at the person, confused because I don't have another one. But they insist that I do and say that she'll speak to me and like me because of what I did. I walk up to the woman. She's very old and sitting in a rocking chair. I get down on my knees in front of her and she smiles at me, asking me if I'm Melissa. I smile back and say yes. She talks and questions me about what I did.

In a dark and foul tavern, many people dressed wretchedly are eating foul smelling dishes of food. They look animalistic in my eyes,
and all seem to have lots of facial hair. There is a thin mist in the tavern of either cold or cooking smoke from the fire, it is unpleasant and damp. We are being offered to sit and join these people for food but are repelled, one even begins to be sick from copious amounts of ale. Evidently not a five star establishment, we leave.

I guess there is a lot that disgusts me about myself and I try to hide from, and be higher than, but it is still there, part of me.

Bed 8pm-2:30am

I'm sitting in some kind of a vehicle, that resembles the trams that transport people at Disney, from parking lot to the park. Only it doesn't have any roof, sits only 2 in a cart and it's lover to the ground.

We are traveling on some kind of a path taking us through the wilderness. It's a beautiful day. Blue skies, lots of snow on the ground and sun is shining and reflecting off the snow. Making a wide left turn over a frozen creek between some gentle hills. I see an animal that is a cross between a guinea pig and a hedgehog, golden white and absolutely adorable. Next comes a wolf and as the animals are coming into view, I'm calling out their names.

I know the reason why we are there and why it's different than it seems. This, btw is a feeling I have in many of my dreams. Even when I am in danger, I always know it's "just a game".

DR few days ago:
I'm at a friends apartment. They are going for vacation, so I will be taking care of her guinea pig. It's adorable, small, all chocolate brown with a white zigzag line around his shoulders. I'm taking him with me to my place to take care of him. First time I leave but have to turn back because I forgot to take his food.

Holding him in my arms, somehow he gets away and people on the wooden boardwalk help me find him and catch him. This dream was not so pleasant.

First dream

I was in some kind of sewer complex. It was built of an old, rusted metal plates. I wanted to bring a revolution upon rats living there. These rats, and all the animals around were intelligent and could talk. I started making an empire, bringing them constitution and laws. Then I heard someone enter the sewer - agents of government already knew about my empire and tried to get me. There was also a lost kid with his teddy rabbit. I decided to get him and jump to lower sewers, which were mostly unexplored area. One of the agents, a redhead female (agent Scully?) chased us and fallen to lower sewers with us. Now we had to cooperate to get out of there.

In the meanwhile, rat empire was falling apart, swollen by rebellion. Rats fought against each other, many skeletons fallen down to lower sewer, making a huge pile of bones. Suddenly I saw people in their houses, watching news. Animals were working in tv stations, there was a crocodile who showed the news. It was talking about weather and soccer championships. He also said that they planned a "2000 riddles audition", but pans changed due to championships.

Then I found myself in some kind of administrative office. I was a humanoid badger wearing a trench coat. Office workers looked at me strangely. I heard knocking to the doors of office, it was probably my business partner. I opened the doors - there was another badger in trench coat. I went out of office, knocked to doors and came back inside. My partner got confused and said "You are inside a room, yet you enter it from the outside?" Then an office worker said "Being in two places at a time... Typical badger." I looked at my partner, he had huge sunglasses on.

Second dream

I was a thief, sneaking around the town. I was wanted by a city watch for my crimes. It was a sunny, warm day. As usual I was jumping on rooftops, escaping from guards. It was on a main street, which was a curve with upward slope, meeting with another quarter. Jumping from roofs of merchant buildings, I charged towards a huge roof in front of me - it belonged to city watch. Roof tiles around the streets were colorful. I climbed to the top of rooftop and thought about the first time o tried to climb up there.

It was a sunny day, just like this one. I saw myself from third perspective. I was a great haired man wearing a black thief suit. I had three puppies with me that were sniffing around the shop, detecting gold for me. But this was an ambush and I had to run away from Le'Rauxe, as a sudden text appeared and said that this was name of city watch captain. Perspective changed, I could see everything normally. I quickly climbed up a roof and started jumping, getting as far as to the city watch roof. This if where I slipped and fallen down to guards. Last thoughts I had was about the puppies, I never met goldfinding dogs again.

It was evening, there was a reddish glow on clouds and the sky, beams of light were falling down towards my house. I was in my backyard and I was some kind of a transformation magician - I could change any object into another one, altering it completely. I was attacked by some evil warlock and used my powers against him. I had a strange feeling all the time, it felt like I was about to wake up or realise something. Gesturing my hands I heard a *kapow* sound and my enemy turned into different kind of animals. We were strafing to the right, I could see buildings on my backyard and my barn as we were moving. Whenever I turned him into a big animal, he smiled and when I turned him to small one, he was sad. In the end I turned him into a mouse and thrown down a well. I turned back, there were two scared people. I toled them "This is just a work of illusion placed upon your mind by evil magician. Please go away."

05-02-2016 -- I'm walking through the BPM parking lot, in the area between the May Company auto center, and May Company, itself. The parking lot is full of cars, and also full of people who are trying to survey people about their dreams. For some reason, it seems unlikely that they would want to talk to me about this, so I plan to just wander past until somebody specifically asks people for dreams that are horror-related. At that point, I stop to talk to them, and am going through and describing in great detail the Freddy Krueger portion of the dream I had on 04-28-16.

Soon after that, I walk home to the Hickory House, where I enter and am wandering back and forth between my original bedroom, and the bedroom I eventually took over from Keith. Oddly, though it is the HH, I seem to be renting a room from a cross between Rosemary and Bonnie. I find there are several somewhat scruffy tiny baby kittens in the house. They seem kind of ill and damaged, and it turns out they are part of an animal rescue type of thing.

I spend some time petting the kittens, and then also petting Tucker and Keffer, who are also here again, though Keffer has lost a lot of weight, and is now in much better shape. Several of Bonnie's clown friends are over, and seem to be involved in the rescue work. One of them makes some sort of comment about the benefits of a pair of narrow box springs as opposed to one large box spring for larger queen or king-size beds, because she says it lessens the amount of 'sliding' a mattress does. Bonnie doesn't get it, and I jump in to tell about how my queen sized mattress shifts around all the time, but my parents' king-sized mattress on a pair of box springs didn't.

So even more clowns are showing up, and talking about ways to help out, and things, and stuff just starts sort of changing, and we're soon in a large stadium-like venue, where several clowns (and others) are starting to give performances that are more than half sales pitches to sell various things, the proceeds to go to the animal rescue efforts. The place is getting more and more busy, the sales people are becoming more and more pushy, and suddenly I find myself watching Billie Piper, slightly slinkily dressed and acting kind of sexy, doing her own part to entertain and help out.