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I was at a park with one of my second cousins (who I haven't seen in over a decade). My mom was there too. We built a brick kiln and were planning on putting some silver dumbells into it. And I was like we've done that before, a long time ago. Then me and my cousin started doing bicep curls. I had some one pound weights and he had two pound weights and it seemed silly because the weights were so light and I dropped one of mine and didn't even notice and I kept on doing bicep curls.

Then I was on what was supposed to be monkey bars with a boy around maybe 12 or 13. But the monkey bars were more like metal trees lined up side by side, and too high off the ground. We were climbing across and it was difficult. The boy slipped and almost fell off and I am like "Are you ok?" He was ok. And after we got across I told my mom those were dangerous and would not work, because she was planning on letting her 50 and 60 year old women friends use them for exercise.

Then I went into the women's bathroom in the recreation building and all the stalls had either trapdoors, cabinets, or furniture and I thought there were too many hiding places in there where someone could peek at me so I went into the men's bathroom where there were just two plain stalls but then I left the stall door open and the bathroom door open and could see into the rest of the building. As I came out of the bathroom there was a janitor, a skinny man with messy gray hair, pushing a cart of cleaning supplies toward the bathroom and I thought I got out of there just in time.

I am at Walmart with my brother and sister. My mom gave me $1.25 to spend on buying things for my fish. I found a lady I recognize who works at Petco, but she is talking with another person. I state loudly that the stuff she has is too expensive, and I walk away. I can't find the real fish/pet section, though, and I tell my brother that. He shows me a map and tells me that I can import llamas from South America or Africa instead. I laugh, telling him it is illegal.
I am at Walmart, (completely different dream) in the pet section, and I see a cute guinea pig named Willow there, in a tiny cage. The sign by the cage says she has been there for 4-7 years. I remember feeling really bad, and thinking my parents wouldn't let me get anymore pets. I tell a little girl nearby that she should keep the guinea pig.
I am in the basement of a house, piece of broken wall surrounding me. I see a sort of secret door in the wall, and I remember thinking it is some sort of puzzle/mystery. I go upstairs, and my dad asks me what my favorite part of our new bathroom is. I run into the bathroom, and tell him that it is the floor. The floor is sparkly tile with bead-like things on the corners. When you walk in, I think there were two sinks, one on either side. The toilet is on the far left side, along with one of those kiddie toilet seats. I remember going to the bathroom, and trapping a doll or baby or something underneath the kiddie toilet seat. (If only I had realized how different it is from the real one!) Sometime later, I am out of the bathroom, and I am watching a video of migrants walking in a line, one Mexican, and the others are white. I start walking with a black girl down the white line. We are friends, and we are yelling for one of our other friends to join us. But, we can't find her. I tell the black girl to stay with me, and we walk into the building. I see the friend, who I recognize from school, and run into her arms and jump. She twirls me around and lifts me up. I end up doing a flip in the air, and landing somehow gracefully on my back.
Ok, I know I have a lot of dreams about my bettas, but hears another one. I am watching one of my bettas, and I notice that he is sitting above the water. Scared, I quickly push his head down, and then the rest of his body. For some reason he is in a little bag, and when I first saw him, he was in a little container. (I realized it was strange in my dream.) My mom comes along, and I tell her that we need to get a bigger tank for Bob(the betta).
I don't know why, but the dream about the bathroom seemed to stand out the most to me. I feel like it's really important.

Jan 1, 2016

Vague. Hazy. I was in a bathroom. There's a lot of dirt. I think I was trying to take a dump.

I slept a nap at three until half past five. I intended to do WILD but i felt asleep without being aware. Here it is what i dreamt:

• I was with Edward Snowden in a house in Thailand. He was helping my mother because some poeple in the bank were trying to scam her heritage money. She was trying to buy a house, but the bank was estimating how much she had to offer her a house where she could pay only interests of it and loose all the money without having payed a single dollar on the house. So Snowden as a cool guy was there, i was surprised about my mom that she was friend or have met him. Well, he was on a computer trying to hack the bank or something, and they were waiting until they could call the bank's number. So my mother left with my little sister and i was alone with him. I said cool movie you made, and he talked about the movie Citicenfour that yes it was cool but he didn't liked how it finished, that it was said that he would finish a foreign course or something like that about computer. I told him well, there are many possibilities in life, that it was not like a hollywood movie where they would invent an epic ending or something similar, it was real life and it is often said that life goes beyond science fiction. He was given back permission to go back to United States and he was living there. After i said those words to him i went out the window and started to jump in the roofs. There was a large cloth in a building that people was complaining about because it was not hooked so well, and it was responsibility of buddhist monks. If a wind blew it could fall and due to the size of it it could kill people.
  
• The other dream was me being in the house of my grandfather or my fathers. I took a banana and i ate it, i was going through doors (probably Baigorria's house) but i was heading to the bathroom. So i went to the third bathroom of the house while my father questioned me why i didn't go to the second one, and i told him i already know that one, i want to find out how the third looks like.

I finished dreaming. I thought i had wrote down some notes but i didn't, so memories was all i had.

I was in a room. I was going to meet some PK friends outside.

I went to the bathroom. I needed to take a dump. The stall is small and there were already some trash in the toilet but I had no choice. I worried that I might not have some toilet paper too. Somehow, I got some. When I was done, I left but not sure how to flush it along with the trash. I went out the stall to fix some stuff in my backpack when a maintenance guy, or more like a part-time student-worker, passed by and complained who left the toilet unflushed. I owned up to it although at first I had second thoughts. The guy wasn't mad, and I felt he was actually grateful that I owned up rather than deny it.

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Notes:

- I kept thinking about owning up a problem at work. I was the bottleneck. This thought came up for days, a week even.
- I had a nice feeling when I woke up.

#479 - DILD - 7:38AM

I've had a little bit of a dry spell lately with work being so crazy so it was nice to get to sleep in today and get a solid LD. Dry spells suck! It's weird that my old bathroom dream sign brings me lucidity once again.

I notice that peeing doesn't relieve my need to go so I lucidly try to make my son fly then I play with breaking glass.

A have a somewhat vague memory of a DEILD or in-dream-WILD. I feel my body is dream-like and I relax, letting myself merge into that familiar other. I have a hard time separating then spend a few moments wondering around the house I am in. My memory fades....

I am wandering around work with my son worried about some prophecy that I am "TO DO GREAT THINGS". I worry that I am not up to the task and that I am just a regular guy. I walk along the walkway and move into the bathroom. I have to pee really bad, but when I pee at the urinal my need doesn't go away. I try again and pee just as much. I recall having a non lucid dream earlier in the night about weird pee situations (truth) and think this must be the same type of dream. I am already lucid now, but I do a nose plug just to be sure. Yep. I leave the bathroom and rejoin my son.

There is a catwalk about the main production area with offices and cubical that open to the area. I toss my son up there hoping he will start flying around the shop. As I toss him up I shout, "HEY YOU CAN FLY!" He just lands on the up level. I rush up stairs and find him just sitting there. I say, "Common. You can fly. Just do it." I trow him up again, but he just lands hard and seems like he is in some vegetative state. The sight of him like that is disturbing so I move on.

I quickly recall my goal to make glass break control the shards with mind power. I rush to the break-room where I know there is a large glass window. I am happy to be at work because this is actually how I got the idea for this task. I stare at the window and it cracks all over but doesn't fall out. I make hand motions and point for the shards to fly out but the don't. I stand more directly in front of the broken glass and force it to fly out. I see a million tiny shards of glass float all around me like snow. It's all I can see for a moment then it fades away to the window still intact, but still shattered. I don't get annoyed, but play with it another way by forcing my face into it. The glass resists and stretches way out until I phase through. Instead of being in the break-room I am now in some small area with a door leading outside. I heard a voice and knocking. I say, "Who's there?"
The voice replies, "Steve, Mary, Sam, I mean, Samantha."
The voice seems to be a liar and I don't trust it. I sense something ominous there. I say, "Well, you're not coming it. You're never coming in." I turn away and begin walking when I wake up.

AND GO PEE FOR REAL

After writing down the dreams from earlier I took a nap. Note: The dreams from earlier happened in five hours, and the nap occurred ninety minutes later.

I don't suppose that I have been working hard enough to set a lucid dream intention, because even though I had a LD it was disappointing, in a way. Almost because of my nightmarish personality in it, and not because I didn't get done what I wanted to (I can do that good stuff tomorrow).

I'm not sure how I became lucid; all I know is that I was in the dream and just was. In the dream my mother, Dakota, and Jon all lived together (which is correct). I was in my bedroom doing . . . something, but then the rest of them all went with one of Mama's co-workers for their birthday party. When they were leaving out I looked out a window and Dakota had nailed a fake book to his finger (it was like a piece of jewelry, so imagine it like a very little book that was a ring) and wrote a long message on the ground. I don't remember what it was, but I remember that Jon was telling him he should probably be really careful to make sure that the "ring" didn't get infected.

When they were gone I proceeded to choke a cat. Seriously. The poor kitty was terrified but I kept going . . . and then when I guess it just got too scared for me and I felt guilty I turned it into my own dog and kept holding him. He was scared, too, but I kept trying to hold him and comfort him. It worked a little bit, but not much.

I believe it was at that point when I wasn't quite sure if I was dreaming anymore. I knew all of that had been real, but I wasn't sure if I had woken up. The more I walked around, however, the heavier I felt, and the more convinced I became that I was indeed still dreaming.

I went back into my room to put on a skirt so I could be a whore outside ???????, but instead I went into the girl's bathroom. It was fairly big and was more like the kind of bathrooms that schools and Wal-Mart have. There was a sign at the door that was written to parents about their children acting up, but I didn't pay too much attention. My mother called me, and so I woke up.

Have been out of state on vacation this weekend. Picked up a cute little pocket-booklet that I can easily bring to work and jot down quick notes about my dreams. Had notes for a couple, but I didn't feel like trying to type them out on a phone, because ew. Am home now, which means it's time for another....

BARE-BONES ENTRY OF MEDIOCRITY

Nightmare

Ugh, this always happens when I need to do it in real life. In and out of bathrooms I go, unable to find relief. My anxiety over using restrooms in public doesn't help matters. Neither does finding that all stalls in one of the bathrooms are weird plastic pod things with seats that are pretty much totally exposed. Even when I finally score a suitable stall--a nice roomy one against the wall--and lock it, somehow another girl barges in right as I'm sitting down. I consider waking up, but decide trying to scrounge up a shirt to use the actual bathroom isn't worth the trouble, and instead head back into the theatre.

Guns

This can't be happening. No. No fucking way.

I hurry out of the car, reaching for my phone, as the man who just shot my father notices me and steps around the vehicle. Black jacket, spiky white hair, he's obviously a punk. A punk with a gun leveled at my head. I manage to get the police on the line and quickly relay the fact that my dad has been shot, but realizing it's going to be several minutes before any help arrives I hastily toss the phone to the tiled ground.

For my dad's sake, I take matters into my own hands.

Dipping behind a triangular structure, I bait the punk, pointing my finger at him like a gun and saying "bang!"--like a damn child. Nothing's happening, so I consider switching to a sword, but decide No, I can make this work. At this point, the punk has fallen for the bait, following after me as I swing around the freestanding obstacle. He's on the other side now, expecting to catch up to me around the corner, but he's also an idiot, so it's only natural he looks so dumbfounded as I seemingly defy gravity and vault over the barrier. As I descend in a long arc, I pull from my Modern Warfare 2 and Halo Archetypes and fire a few rounds from my finger gun, which has taken on the properties of both a Desert Eagle and M6G Pistol. One of the shots connects with his shoulder and I hear that trademark soundclip signaling I've made a hit, but he's still standing.

Running even.

Leaping down, into an atrium.

I leap after him, but he's landed and already taking aim.

He shoots...it's a perfect shot.

I'd be dead to rights, the bullet taking me between the eyes, but this is me we're talking about.

My perception slows as I track the searing lead. Moving at inhuman speeds, I dart my head to the side, avoiding the shot completely. Again, the punk seems surprised. Landing on one foot, I immediately push off towards the walls, dashing and gliding along them whilst unleashing a flurry of bullets. Most find their mark and punk finally goes down...

Later, at the police station, I embrace my father. He's alive and healthy, and I couldn't be more relieved.

Ritual: I went to bed around midnight, but the knowledge that I had to wake up earlier than usual this morning, at 7am, created a subtle anxiety that woke me up at 4:30am and made it hard to sleep afterwards. The natural insomnia created good conditions for lucidity, and I woke up at 6:30am after this dream.

DILD: Since I was lying in bed mostly awake for a couple hours, I had already gotten up several times to use the bathroom. This seemed like another one of those times, but an odd detail caught my eye. There was a steel mesh frame surrounding the toilet paper roll and someone had left a lot of used cotton balls in it. They were stained on one side with a color like Betadine. I assumed my husband must have left them there, and wondered what he had been using them for.

On some level I suspected that there was something wrong with this scenario and decided to RC. I braced one hand on the bathroom counter and the other on the towel rack, and tried to lift myself. My body lifted effortlessly off the ground with no real muscular exertion, which made me suspect I must be dreaming. (The fact that the bathroom did not correspond to its WL layout was something I failed to notice, as usual.) I checked again, with the same results, and then to be sure, I tried the same stunt without using my arms at all—that is, levitating. Upon levitating successfully, I was confident that this was the dream state.

It's so gratifying to get unintentional LDs! But one isn't always prepared with a task. I felt an impulse to go outside, so I went back out to the bedroom and quickly exited through the screen door. Immediately I noticed a destabilization of my vision. Experience reminded me not to fret, just relax and let images suggest themselves, the problem should straighten itself out. Sure enough, a moment later I started to notice colors, then the colors organized themselves into geometry, and before long they had resolved into a new scene: I was looking at a large stack of different colored shipping containers.

I realized that the deck I was standing on overlooked a great harbor. There was water on all sides, and my house was apparently on some tall island in the middle. I was surprised by the number of ships that I could see moving to and fro. They came in all sizes, everything from large cargo ships to little tugboats, all looking very industrious. There were so many ships that I wondered if the place I was in lacked air transport entirely: I didn't see any planes flying at first, but a moment later, perhaps summoned by my thoughts, a helicopter veered very close overhead.

I decided that I should do something useful as long as I was in the dream state, and tried to remember this month's tasks. Eating a moon rock leaped to mind. Okay, how should I do that? I didn't feel like shifting scenes just yet, actually traveling to outer space. I thought, well, maybe a rocket could land nearby and an astronaut could get out and present me with the moon rock. It sounded like a good strategy but I was not strongly motivated to try it, so I tabled the idea.

As I was contemplating the possibilities, I heard music from nearby, and noticed a miniature stage on one edge of the deck. This reminded me of one of the other TOTMs, attending a concert. Well, here are some creatures playing music in public, that might count. I call them "creatures" because the music was being played by what looked like muppets, only a foot or two in height. The initial music sounded like a piano, and a female muppet was playing it, but her fingers were moving over a clear plastic stand, with no visible keys. I thought she resembled what I can only describe as the "hippie girl muppet," but googling that now, it seems to be a good search term and reveals that the name of the muppet in question (in WL, anyway) was "Janice."

After her piano solo ended, a male muppet to her right began playing guitar. This muppet resembled Fozzie Bear, and and was singing as he played. I listened closely to the lyrics and did my best to remember them. As usual in deep dream, I was impressed how easily the rhymes came—though of course on waking, it was hard to remember the lyrics clearly.

The first rhyme involved the phrase "...how we live," which later rhymed with "...give." There was another stanza that I couldn't remember at all by the time I was writing my report. I have a slightly clearer memory of the third stanza, apart from the absent first line:

...
...and I'll let you do the rest,
Because you know Amos and Andy
And can put them to the test."

After that, the muppet went into a refrain of:

Can you help me?
Stranger, can you help me?

The lines may sound plaintive in plain text, but they were a little more jazzy the way they were sung. I was listening to the song and smiling down fondly at the muppet. I felt that "Amos and Andy" was a phrase I had heard before... was it related to cookies? Or an old TV show? I was certainly willing to offer help, if it was needed, but a moment later I woke up.

Note: Googling now, I see that "Amos and Andy" was originally a radio show in the 1920s, later moved to television, and lasted until the 1950s. I have no idea why my subconcious dredged this up! I must have thought of cookies because of the similarity to the brand name "Famous Amos."

The Feast
I was at a girls house and she kept making me food. I was sitting on the couch eating it. Her family grabbed some food off the plate also. The brother took a cake which had pink icing around it. I was left with a pie which was awesome. The pastry was nice and crunchy. I kept eating and eating like an endless pit.

I walk into the bathroom and have a wank to get myself ready for a some action later.

Nanna Walks Into Traffic
My Nanna with old timers is driving a smallish car. She's confused on what to do. I get out of car and get here out and getting her to go into the back seat. There's traffic near us and I have to push the car back into a correct position. I struggle at first, but get it done. I get into the drivers seat and drive away. Nanna gets out and walks straight into traffic. I ask whoever was in car to go and get Nanna. I make a u-turn which takes me longer then usual to compete the rotation. I park car in a safe area. I walk over to see how Nanna was. I ask the guy that got out and saved her, what she said. He said she asked him what's going on tomorrow. I wake up laughing at casual question after almost walking straight into traffic.

Morning of August 1, 2015. Saturday.



In my dream, I find myself in an unknown composite, atypical, and possibly a mix of Rose Street and North Monroe Street, though another location is added later on. I am seemingly in a house visiting people I do not really know (or recognize in conscious afterthought) at all, possibly my presence based on a friend knowing this family. There is a man and his wife, probably in their thirties and they have at least three teenage daughters. In some ways, this is the opposite of a typical imposer dream in that I feel as if I am imposing in this one (rather than people I do not know “invading” our home), which is so rare, I cannot recall the last time this situation occurred in this particular manner.

I am sitting in a cloth-upholstered armchair (not a recliner or at least not open as one) in what I am guessing is a large dining room. The large rectangular dining table with a dark brown veneer surface is longways from the wall (and against it on the opposite end) directly facing to my side of the room. It takes me awhile to realize that I am not dressed and just have a sheet around me. Still, not only does no one seem to notice, the married couple seem to be somewhat impatient or concerned about my not being at the table yet (though not angrily so; they are quite cordial and welcoming). The unknown female has apparently put a lot of effort in preparing a large meal and I feel slightly bad about not being certain if I really want to sit down with them (especially as I am only in a sheet). At the same time, I notice that there are only six places set across from each other (none on the edge opposite the wall though there would be room for one extra setting there otherwise), and this does not at all seem to be enough space for all of us (considering that there are also a few other guests around my age, it seems, though they may not actually all be staying).

I feel that the food should not go to waste, though I tell them I have to use their bathroom (mainly so that I may get dressed even though they still do not seem to care at all even though they are devout Christians). When I go into the bathroom, I am aware that it is actually the room I stayed in on Loomis Street when first moving from Florida in the summer of 1978. Through the doorway (south) is the (wrongly placed) dining room I had just left and to my right (west), instead of the door into the very large closet that adjoins the two bedrooms, it appears to be an open door that leads to a small unlit room that is also adjacent to the dining room. Also, there is no curtain on the south doorway, so I am directly exposed to people walking around in the dining room, who are seemingly becoming concerned at me not coming out yet. There is actually a toilet in the room directly facing the south doorway. I stand in this area trying to put clothes on (which were apparently absentmindedly left by another male) though people keep coming in and interrupting me, albeit either cheerfully or absentmindedly. This includes my sister-in-law Cindy (appearing as she did about twenty years ago) coming in from the west doorway and Zsuzsanna’s half-brother Simon coming in from the south doorway at different times.

Finally, the three girls come in and start yelling at each other and punching each other in the stomach. Then the mother comes in after a couple minutes and yells at all of them, and then all four of them are all wrestling around on the floor and rolling around and fighting and kicking (though I am not sure why). I decide I have had enough of this and will not stay for dinner after all and will just leave in a sheet. I have no desire to get involved in whatever issues they have with each other.

My dream’s ending was mainly environmentally scripted by at least two girls arguing outside our window (while they were walking down the footpath) when I was sleeping, as has happened in the past, thus changing the nature of my dream. The rest of my dream was likely heavily influenced by two Jehovah’s Witnesses (male and female) knocking on the door quite early around the same time period, as my wife had told me they left a paper which she immediately tossed away.

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My family and I were on a trip somewhere. There was a big set of the curvy roads that go into other highways. It was night time, and we might have been in PA. There were a lot of street lights on, as I can remember their orange hue.

We stopped at a rest stop, because I begged for my family to stop because I had to pee really badly. When I got into the restroom, the entire place was just one big unisex bathroom. There were dozens of stalls everywhere. There were also hundreds of people. Whenever I tried to use one, someone else got into it first. Also, I had the fear that someone would watch me pee. Specifically my brother, and a few other people.

My brother was laughing at me and teasing me as I tried and failed to find a bathroom. There were many people that I knew there. E.g. there was my grandma's brother, N, and her friend, C, who I saw doing their business there. There were a few people from school, going to the bathroom as well. I remember my neighbor, K, waiting in line for a stall. There were also some hot girls there, pissing and crapping, too.

I also remember stalls that were connected with no walls. People were crawling into and out of those ones. I thought that was pretty weird.

I forgot if I actually managed to take a piss, but the dream eventually ended and when I woke up, I had the sudden urge to pee.

Now that my extensive travels (Paris, Rome, Montreal, Montana) of this month have ended, and I'm back home and gradually returning to my normal sleep patterns, I find that dream awareness is stirring again, though so far it falls short of full lucidity. I had no trace of it while on my journeys, and I didn't even have any dreams I judged worth writing down. This was not overly disappointing because I was not actively engaged in any kind of dream practice and too busy to spend an hour updating my dream journal every day, so it felt okay to take a break.

A couple days ago I had a dream that was atmospheric but not very interesting plotwise, so I didn't write it down at the time. However, one detail is notable: there was a giant white USB cord on the ground, at least twenty feet long, and arbitrarily I found myself wondering if I could bring it to life. I focused my attention on it and sure enough, it raised its "head" (the USB plug) and began to slither and writhe like a snake. This gave me an eerie sensation, because I found myself thinking, "This better not be happening in real life!" I decided I'd better check to see if I was dreaming. I levitated and was relieved to conclude that yes, indeed I was. However, true lucidity did not emerge because even though I now knew that I was dreaming, I did not stop and think what I could do with the dream state but unreflectively continued to go along with the dream events, which largely involved trying to take a good photograph of a distant landscape. It was a classic case of awareness without agency.

Last night's dreaming included one of my classic dream signs, a public restroom of questionable functionality. Although I did not recognize the dream sign, I did find myself wondering if the facilities would be clean enough to use. Then I remembered, "I can keep them clean and functional by maintaining the right mental attitude." Though I fell short of actual dream awareness, I still recognized the causal link between my will and the surrounding environment.

I find it interesting that, though I have still not done any sort of LD practice since early in the month when I left on my travels, simply returning home and restoring my ordinary sleep schedule has been enough to reawaken the potential for dream awareness that felt very distant while I was on the road.

06/30/2015 - THE PACK FIGHT

I don’t remember a whole lot about this particular dream. I know that there were two werewolf packs, I was a member of one of them, and these two packs were going to fight, for… whatever reason.

They gathered in this apartment complex and they were facing each other. Before the fight started they decided to do a little warm up, as rival werewolf packs do, and started chasing each other around.

The other pack had this one particular werewolf who was super fast, and his legs moved like Roadrunner’s. The fight never really start, because I woke up. Funny thing was, I was watching “Teen Wolf” last night and I told myself I was going to have a werewolf dream.

06/30/2015 - THE TWI’LEK COLONY

There was a Twi’lek colony near the beach. There was this area of the beach they couldn’t enter because it was sacred. Since I’m an asshole, apparently, I did enter the area. Of course, I got stuck in like quicksand or whatever and I needed help getting out of there.



Some of the Twi’leks didn’t want to help me. They talked it over for a second. Some did want to help me. The elders helped me getting out. I think I dreamed about that because of the sound of this app I’m using to help me lucid dream, I picked an ‘ocean sounds’ thing last night.

06/30/2015 - THE CAR/BATHROOM

Okay, this one involves poop. So if that grosses you out, get out now.

Seriously.

So the dream starts with me shitting myself in this car that had a toilet. However, the car, which of course was crowded, didn’t have toilet paper. So I had to put my pants back on without wiping myself.

I get out of the car and I’m in front of my friends’ building, but I was actually going home. LUCIANA, a colleague of mine, was with me. We went to my mother’s apartment, in the dream I had moved out recently. We were in my sister’s room and I made sure to point out that THAT wasn’t my room. Mine was a VERY manly.

I also remember thinking that I didn’t want Luciana to get the impression that I was hitting on her, so I was trying to be super respectful.

Then I find out there are more people in the apartment. My Godfather, my mom’s ex boyfriend from 15 years ago, some of my cousins. They were all sleeping in my mom’s bedroom, though my mother wasn’t there.

I talked to them for a while and then I woke up.

With group of classmates we drove for a week lasting school trip. The first day we were visiting a theme park. There were many attractions, like rollercoasters, gambling stands or punch strike meter. There was also a national park, with tree stands considered to be of ancient origin.

After the whole day, we went to a hotel and left our stuff in rooms. I had room with two other dudes, one was blond and medium built, and the second had dark hair and weight of a sumo fighter. I went to the bathroom, to take a shower. There were no cabins, only showers standing close. Due to this everyone took shower wearing t-shirts and underwear.

There were two bathrooms for the floor. I went to another, and saw that there are no cabins too. One of the guys that was going to take a shower told a joke. I can't recall the joke, but it made me laugh. I went back to my room, and checked my things. Then I thought "Have somebody took my phone?"