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April 19, 2011

Notes
Went to bed at half past 11pm. Woke up at 6am. Horribly tired all day, barely able to keep eyes open. Don't remember dream, but when I looked in the journal I keep by my bed I found a couple messy notes scribbled down under today's date. I've copied the scribbled entry exactly here.

Entry 007
I own a fancy car.
I have a disciple.
I'm corrupting him. Teaching him to lie and steal.

Lucidity: 7/10
Vividness: 6/10
Length: ~2 Min.

I was in a white room and a statue was talking to me. A very strange girl started to act like a narrator saying that I was very scared. But then I kept saying to myself "I'm not scared, I'm not scared, I'm not scared" Then the creepy stuff went away and everything was alright.

a
Dream 1 : Needy Old Lady
Not waking lucid but dream lucid, I could remember past dreaming experiences and fully knew it was a dream.

I was on the road behind my childhood home just walking along. I was not lucid but I knew this was a dream. I say some other people ever now and again. Towards the end of the road there was a young guy who looked something like a young Bob Saget, tall, lanky, very skinny, black hair combed over, he was flanked by an old woman who seemed to be annoying to him. She kept talking at him as if she wanted him to say something or understand her motives. I walked besides them. Then she saw a sitting area on the corner of the block where about 20 people were sitting in a circle waiting for something. I had seen this here before in the dream world, it was like an outdoor deck but this was round, on the corner of the homes property near the street and had seating benches in that circle for 2 levels of seats, with a railing around its perimeter. Strange but not too much, still I am not sure exactly the meaning of it or what it is supposed to do. People always sit in it like they are expecting something to happen. The annoying old lady saw it and abruptly broke away from her “victim” almost bumping into me. I stopped short and she turned to me and said “excuse me.”
I saw her sit down up there and exhale like she was finally resting after much stress. “I am finished with life!” she said leaving me to believe that she was between lives instead of being a dreamer. “Freeing isn’t it?” I said, “Yes” she replied with a smile. I walked on up the bigger road to see what else was around. After a few seconds I felt her presence behind me, and to my left, and when I looked she was in the appearance of a Halloween rubber skeleton! I’ve seen stranger appearances but I had to roll my eyes at this one, this was a little weird. The old lady was blathering on about some inane trivial nonsense obviously trying to have my attention. I didn’t give it to her and just kept walking and looking ahead.
She started to feel my legs like they were unnatural to her and my back and stomach a bit (These were all her height as a little skeleton woman). “Oh you’re so real!” she said as if expecting something unreal. “I am real” I said with conviction.
Then the way she was talking changed a bit and when I looked back she was now a little pig woman, with the body of a pig but the face of a woman but with the snub nose. This had to be something she had perfected in her own time, it takes a bit of thinking and manipulations of feelings to get something like this to work. She was saying something about needing help so I picked her up. She sat up in my hand saying something, then I thought that her butt in on my palm, and though this is a dream, it is still disgusting. I shifted her to both hands in front of me so I could toss her out in front of me giving her a bit of a head start. I got a feel of her though and she didn’t feel like a pig instead she had an icky type of old-lady-skin where it is very thin and slips a lot right under the skin, almost how chicken skins slide around on the wet meat after being cooked. This creeped me out so I put her down almost tripping over her. The scenery turned into a home like setting, a long home where we could walk around it like one of those homes that are museums. She was still chattering away as we walked by people to each side of us who looked to be dressed in clothes from the 1700’s. She started to ask why I wasn’t attracted to her. Exasperated I said “I can’t have a relationship with a pig.” She protested a bit with some squealing.
Then she changed into a cow-lady! Now she had a fake cow body like if you were wearing a cow costume, but only knee high to me, and her face was her full woman face with white cow coloring. So she was a tiny fake cow woman. I turned and looked at her and said “Udderly ridiculous” Then I motioned like “get it?”, she was not amused, I walked on. Then she talked about some things she had done to help people as if I would like her for these things she’s done, but by now I was beyond pretenses and was on to have as much fun out of this as I could, so in mock adoration I said, “That’s moo-tastic.” She just stood there exasperated as I walked off and hoped she would not follow. I watched a woman ironing with a hot flat iron in her 1700’s era kitchen as I walked away.

Dream 2: Airport
Still dream-lucid

I was in an airport parking lot and while looking for something interesting to see came to a 18 wheeler being loaded by 3 young adults. I gave it a look and walked in. They paid me no attention. I came to the back of the truck where boxes were piled high, bored and a bit angry at this place, I laid down on the trucks floor. If they thought I worked there maybe someone would get angry and give the place some life! A young woman who held herself like she was in some kind of charge of this work asked the guy in there looking at his clipboard about me “Is this guy working?” “Yea he’s working” the guy said surprising me a bit but I decided to play along for a bit. I got up and followed her to the pile of boxes in the middle of the trucks trailer that had to be sorted “They have to have the info down” she said refereeing to the mailing address info on the boxes. She turned to go back into the truck more and tell me something but I realized this was my chance to freak her out, I could wake up, pulling myself out of the dream area with no apparent way to have left. I willed my real eyes open and could still see her portly self in her red hoody as an after image.

I was at, once again, my old farm where I grew up called Talla Bena. The dream was very hazy, as I don't have very great dream recalling skills. Me and my grandma were inside and heard sirens, so we went out into the fornt yard to investigate. All i remembered from that part were some giant police cars roaming around the yard. Later, we went out the back door and saw more enourmous police cars. They had no driver, and one veered off to come over towards us. We asked the car what was going on, but it ignored us and turned away.

The scene changed, I was in an area similar to the place where the National Quidditch tournaments are held in harry Potter. It was a slightly cleared area of woods, and there were some tents around us with people coming in and out, holding drinks. My big sister was with me, and so was my mom, although I didn't see either of them until later, I just knew they were there, maybe heard their voice. Somehow i know my sister is pregnant. (She already has a baby and is not currently pregnant again) A shifty looking man in his early 60s slithers over. he is thin and wiry and has lots of facial hair. He asks if we want to buy some fireworks. We decline and he moves on.

The scene shifts to where I am walking through a similar place with just my sister. i feel very calm and warm because even though we used to despise each other, now we love each other loads. We are talking about something pleasant and then a red bowling ball with a trailing ribbon rolls out of the trail ahead. It stops, leaving a long strand of ribbon behind it. More roll out, crisscrossing all over the ground. The shady man comes out again and yanks on a ribbon, and the whole network erects itself into a canopy. All of a sudden there are pounds and pounds of fireworks inside of the open thing, laying all over the ground. I walk forward, stepping on them, to examine them. They are all different shapes and colors, a bronze fleur de lis sticks out in my head. The man gets all up in my grill and I decline again.

I am now in the car again with my sister, riding shotgun, going over the Causeway bridge. Once again, I felt welcome and cozy with her. Then I have a sudden image of a silhouette of myself jumping in the air and clicking my heels in front of a window. The window doesnt have scenery outside, it has graduated red to blue, with white dots in between.

Now I am in a huge commercial building with my father. There are about 438474099 escalators in every direction, and as many people. I suddenly

am lucid. I don't feel the dream is too stable, though, so I make the best of my surroundings and start jumping off of the escalators and floating down. unfortunatly I feel myself waking up because my eyesight is suddenly blinded by light, I can see the dream fading. Then it quits, and with quickly fading lucidity, I realize I must get back to my dad. I look around and find him a few escalators away.

There is a line of escalator people blocking my way, but kindly, this rather large young boy steps aside so I can jump down and see my dad.

Then I am on my grandmas bed....Sketching pictures of my vagina. Not in a weird, sexual way, but it was actually because I had wanted to draw the human body more often earlier that day. (im not very good at drawing people) I guess that some how worked its way into my dreams. Surprisingly, the pictures were very good. O_O

Then I was in class, and my science partner claimed she was pregnant.

A colorful scene of children playing with various toys in a daycare begins, but it turns macabre as the toys become alive and twisted. The toys harm, dismember and murder some of the children. Other surviving children don’t notice the horror and continue to play with their toys. A hypodermic needle falls from the sky and sticks straight into the ground, causing the liquid in the chamber of the syringe to slosh about and dance, which transforms into a male and female figure having sex within the chamber of the hypodermic needle.

It is late at night and raining. I walk along a sidewalk, without an umbrella. The rain drenches me but I don’t care, it feels nice. There are other people walking down the street in front and behind me. A long black limousine pulls up in front of me. I see a few of the other people that walk around me get pulled into the limo. It pulls forward so that the limousine sits directly next to me. The door swings open, and I don’t have a moment to react or escape. They abduct me into the back seat. The back of the limousine opens up… it is exponentially bigger inside than it looks from outside.

Several Men in Black suits and dark sunglasses surround me and the other captives. One by one, each captive is held down by multiple men while another injects an oversized hypodermic needle deep into the center of his forehead into his third eye… the mind’s eye which rests just above and between the brow crests. The threatening Men in Black purposely show me this on a few of the captives so that I know exactly what I’m getting into. Once each person is injected they go limp and enter a catatonic state. Even though I know this and that this danger will befall me, I cannot escape.

It is my turn now, and I fight against the men with all my might. They overpower me easily, incomparable in strength. I see the giant oversized hypodermic needle come closer toward me until I feel it puncture the skin of my forehead. It stabs deep into my brain and I feel the liquid enter me as the plunger pushes down. Something is released within me and my entire body is seized with the most intense energetically buzzing. (similar to Sleep Paralysis). The electronic current flows through my system. I initially wonder if it is heroin. I am catatonic in the back of the black limousine, and it feels so beautifully euphoric that it hurts me to the core.

Eddie Murphy ate a fly. Then it flew out of his mouth unscathed.

After spending much time away from the internet I finally return
This is a creepy dream, and naturally at the time I didn't really have anything wrong with it, I thought it was kinda cool.

My right eye is in my mouth, I look for some water to put it in cause I don't want it to dry out. I'll get some help about what to do afterward but first that water.
I find what I'm looking for fill it at the tap and spit the eye into it. I notice the eyeball has 2 pupils/iris, curious. And some other bits but I don't really notice them. No idea what they were.
I'm talking to someone. I say "Hey" and I get the reply "なくなちゃった！" This means approximately "you lost it!" in this circumstance. It's Japanese making this the first time I can remember that I've dreamed anything in Japanese. I open that eyelid a bit in front of them and they complain, but I notice I can still see a bit with it, so I assume part of the retina is still present, which doesn't seem to fit what I saw when I spat it out. But I don't know enough about this kind of thing. I'm a bit upset that it's gone yet I don't really care.

Upon waking I was a tad disappointed in discovering the continued presence of my right eye, then decided it's probably for the best as I regained sense.
In retrospect if I had payed more attention to the oddity of the retina still being there then I ma have been able to go lucid, but otherwise very un-lucid.

Note: I have read in different places that writing dreams in the present tense helps aid in the recall of those dreams. Since I have been having so many fragments lately, I'm going to give it a shot for a while starting with this dream.

I am at my ex boyfriend, James's house. I can tell it's getting a bit later in the evening, and I am thinking I still want to get to the mall to the computer store before I go home. For some reason I don't want James coming with me to the mall, so I haven't mentioned to him that I want to go there at all. I am trying to come up with a good excuse to leave his place early so I will sure have time to get to the mall before they close, but I am having problems with that. Finally I tell James I have to make a stop on my way home to get something, and of course he wants to come along, he says there is still plenty of time to run my errand and then come back in time for me to head home. So since I am unable to come up with an excuse as to why I want to go without him, I agree that we can go together. James and I head out to my car and drive straight to the mall with nothing eventful happening on the way there. In fact, we don't even say much to each other along the way, which is a bit odd, but in the dream I don't notice this is unusual.

Once we are in the mall I head for the computer store to look at the games, I know exactly what I am after, though I still see no reason why it should be secret from James… it's just a feeling I have that I want to keep it to myself. In the computer store I head directly to the PC games, straight to the latest installment in the Assassin's Creed series, which is entitled "Assassin's Creed: Descent into Madness." I pull the box off of the shelf and find it is the last copy there, I feel fortunate to have found it. Apparently the plot includes the Assassins from all the different time periods ending up in the same place, the Templars attempted to meddle with time to allow them to gain possession of all of the pieces of Eden, which has damaged the fabric of space-time, so the Assassins have to target specific Templars who were damaging the space-time continuum to prevent this damage before it happens… Cool, I think, time travel! The box cover shows Altaïr, Ezio, someone I don't recognize but is clearly an Assassin, and Desmond, who had apparently trained as an Assassin as well. I know right away that those are three ancestors Desmond interacted with through the Animus and then Desmond himself. James is behind me, he says he thought I didn't have the money to buy him a video game he had wanted. I say that I don't, this money was set aside for Assassin's Creed, which I had already promised myself. I tell him I do have to buy myself something sometimes, too. He tries to pull a guilt trip that I obviously don't love him since I had hidden this money, acting like he has a right to be angry because I lied about not having the money for his game when I had kept the money for my game. I look at Assassin's Creed and I am able to be unaffected by the guilt trip as I go to the checkout and pay for Assassin's Creed, for my game.

In the main part of the mall, James is still trying to pull a guilt trip on me, and I am still resisting it as I think about playing Assassin's Creed when I get home. I notice there aren't many people in the mall, apparently it is almost time for it to close. I tell James we had better get going or I will be late leaving to get home on time, he acts really depressed over the game. We are on our way to the entrance when I see something that catches my eye… a really big guy with a dark aura of some kind, he looks more like something I might see in a cheesy slasher flick. He is about seven feet tall, is dressed all in black, staring at a woman in a very threatening manner. I point that out to James, but he doesn't seem to think anything of it. I tell James it looks like there might be trouble there, maybe we should go get the police, that big man looked like he was seriously threatening that woman. James says it's not our business, but I feel drawn to them, to follow them and make sure nothing drastic happens. The big psycho killer type leads the woman away, the woman doesn't seem to be resisting, but I get the idea she is too afraid of the big guy to even try to escape. James reluctantly follows me along, I follow them into a theater without having to buy a ticket or anything, where the woman sits down with the big guy to watch the movie. I sit down behind them where I can keep an eye on them and still not be seen. It's a pretty crappy movie, it looks like it was made by a first quarter student in my school, the acting sucks… the composition sucks… the camera work sucks… everything sucks. It sucks so bad it's almost funny. The movie was about a couple who broke up, I could tell it was supposed to be more of a tear jerker than a comedy, but the sheer crappiness of the movie made it much more amusing than sad. The characters in the movie speak like zombies, with absolute no emotion at all, as if they are just reading their lines like a bunch of retards.

I notice the woman get up and walk away from the big creepy guy… but the big creepy guy is gone now, there is an average looking man there, only about six feet tall or maybe even a bit shorter, decent looking but not overly hot, with a friendly smile. Great… I'd lost the big creepy guy. But at least the woman is away from him. Apparently the woman has had enough of the movie, she is heading for the door which is standing slightly open and allowing some light into the room. Instead of leaving, however, she just closes the door. My attention is drawn back to the movie again when I hear someone speaking with some degree of emotion for a change, and I look to see MoSh is playing in the movie! Awesome, MoSh has an acting job! Too bad he is surrounded by idiots… He is talking about someone he thought was his dream girl, but he says that it doesn't matter since he had found the wrong person. The woman is clearly affected by this, and she starts crying, with the big creepy guy standing over her… I have had enough of that creepy guy.

I walk over to the creepy guy with James following me and telling me to stay out of it, but I am ignoring James entirely. I reach the man and ask him why he is following the woman around, what is it he is looking to gain from this. He gives me a dirty look, his eyes are solid black, it's like looking into empty dark voids, the aura of dark energy around him seems to grow and try to envelope me, to pull me into the darkness. James, behind me, is now staring into the creepy guy's eyes, seeming to be zoned completely out. He takes a couple steps towards the creepy guy, who grabs James by the neck and squeezes extremely tightly until I hear James' neck actually break with a brittle snap. He throws James body aside and glares at me, I notice that the woman who had been crying is gone now, I wonder where she managed to go. At least it appears she got away from this creepy asshole for now. I find I do not fear this guy at all, so I walk right over to him… my head is about the level of his chest… but I glare straight up into his bottomless abyss eyes and tell him if he is looking for trouble, he was going to get it… because I'm his worst nightmare. He doesn't respond, but I am now thinking about dreams, so I do a quick nose-pinch reality check and discover I am dreaming.

Now that I realize I am dreaming, I know I have a wide array of powers at my disposal to take care of this oversized asshole. I tell the asshole I will give him a small sample of what he will face if he doesn't back down immediately, at which point I open up with a blast of energy in the same manner as Vegeta does in Dragonball Z, I hit the asshole with a Final Flash of light energy. The entire theater is suddenly illuminated with the light from my blast, and the big creepy guy is sent flying down the aisle into the movie screen with a huge explosion. The last thing I see on the movie screen is an image of two people with their backs turned on each other, I don't recognize the people, then that scene collapses in on itself as the creepy guy crashes into it. Everyone in the theater is now standing up and clapping, giving a standing ovation to something I am not aware of… or maybe they're clapping for my kicking the creepy guy's ass… I'm not sure.

For the online DJ system, that is. I have two books filled to about 350 pages total thus far and it's been a long time since I shared any :l so here we go, I'll start by retelling some of the ones you all have missed out on:

The New House

My family hears word of my Aunt Brenda buying a new place a couple hours from where she used to live. Invited, we pack up via time lapse imagery and begin our 3 three hour drive out of our way to meet the new house. They'd only moved in yesterday, and hadn't even come close to exploring all 50+ different rooms in the house. It was a mansion that somewhat reminded me of the manor from the Resident Evil 1 in size and complexity. However upon entering, the place seemed much unlike that mansion in RE1, for it was clean, tidy, and welcoming.

After the expected greetings and whatnot with my Aunt and cousins, I naturally follow my oldest cousin, Dale, to his new room. I complimented his TV, which was a forty inch plasma with crystal clear picture. Dale corrected me, saying that it was his computer screen. Amused by this, I took advantage by watching youtube videos on it for what should have been hours. Soon, I went downstairs for dinner; apparently, I had missed the tour of the house from what they had explored thus far. Supper consisted of great homemade stuff.

After dinner I was shown to my room, (there was just a transition to the moment my Aunt opened the door for me) and I immediately collapsed on the cozy bed. A brief lurch forward in time, a few hours. I hear crying, and then a brief scream. The door to my room opens and then slams. Heart racing. I contemplate and idealize what could possibly be happening, but I can't summon a reasonable conclusion. Determined to convince myself it was just the wind, I forced myself to try to sleep for the rest of the night.

In the morning I went downstairs to see if anyone was up yet. There was nobody. There was a paper note on the fridge that hadn't been there the day before, which read, "The small room with the small door handle-- we don't go there!"

I paced until everyone was downstairs and awake. We ate. Dale had a friend over as well as the friend's mother. Dale and his friend would just sit staring hypnotically at the computer screen, waiting for his mother to speak to which he would immediately reply with an aggravated "Shut up." and grimace, possibly swearing under his breath in anger.

I said I was going to the bathroom, so I walked downstairs and turned a few corners and found it. Upon opening the door, the tap erupted violently without any of the handles being turned around the faucet. So, I went upstairs to find the other bathroom, ignoring the impulse to ask where it is. I walk through the room of my other cousin, Marina, which was sort of like a dual entrance-way room (a door on either end). I also notice another cousin of mine, Pam, was crashed on the bed. I emerge into a small hallway from her room, and immediately hear reverberating footsteps at a fast pace, sounding quite close. The door behind me slammed shut. I was completely alone in the narrow corridor; I could feel no human presence.

It was illuminated with a nostalgic sunlight, deep and warm and hard on the eyes. There were three doors along the wall beside me. The door on the left had a shuddering handle. Hearing my heartbeat echo in my ears, pulsing madly and loudly, I open the handle out of overpowering curiosity. The sound of a thousand dying screams at once all hit me in one concentrated outburst, windy. Visions of decaying corpses, mutilated half-deads, and the tortured all dance around my peripherals. In the back of my mind I have an image of fingernails, rotten and overgrown, peeling slowly off the fingers of these leathery people, and it headaches me greatly. I slam the door shut. It immediately opens again as soon as I shut it, and the room looks fine. An old record player sits in the corner, spitting out some distorted jazz out of the brass trumpet. I close the door, my heart thumping being more vivid than ever.

As I look over to the sunlit windows I see a shadow moving underneath them, along the floors, and quickly away from me. At this moment for some reason I realize that there are no lights installed in this part of the house. I walk to the end of the hallway and look both ways. The hallway becomes darker, the carpet rusty, the whole atmosphere dirty like that of an old cheap motel hallway, even the smells. I turn my back and return to Marina's room. The bedsheets were torn off and Pam was gone. As I made to leave, out of the corner of my eye, I see multicoloured toe socks peeking out from under the bed-- Pam was under the bed.

I leave the room, but as I step away from the door I see a terribly vivid image in front of me. It was a woman with greasy and dirty gray hair, accompanied with a rotting gray face with cracks alongside, tearing away at the remaining skin on her face (not a lot). She was wearing a silver night-gown. Stains of red here and there, and many puke stains, particularly down her middle. She ignored me, fell to her knees without acknowledging me, and screamed the same scream I had heard only last night. She got up and glided away, sobbing to herself.

I ran downstairs, turned a corner to find my Aunt and a few other people crowded around the bathroom door downstairs. The other things that had been in there before were gone, and now was a urinal, which was also backing up.

We left the house, assuming, never to return.

It is the 3rd night and im starting to get the hang of dream recall. I have not had a night without a dream. Yet. But every morning i wake up with no dream in mind, fall asleep after a while and THEN get a very clear dream. I believe thats why WILDers wake up early in the stage of REM. It kinda makes sense and is completely natural. I guess. So anyway I wake up in the middle of the night completely empty.

Heres the thing: I had NO IDEA I fell asleep. I look at the time; 5:30. Holy crap. BUT I DIDNT NOTICE I FELL ASLEEP! Then i went, maybe im deaming. Check. Nope. Very awake. But its dark like midnight outside! So I start again but as I try to fall asleep I see the sun rising and morning pointing his ugly face. Crap i have nothing.

So heres the dream:
Im fighting a creature that looks like a mix of the Joker and Johnny Depp (in Alice). I never touch him during the dream; he throws stuff which I avoid or catch and throw back. We are fighting in a scenery that looks similar to the forest in Alice (though i didnt see the movie).

After a while I end up next to a ladder which leads to a dark attic/cave. I hesitate and decide not to go inside in fear of meeting a Skulltula (huge spider in Zelda that hangs on ceilings). Down there is a turquoise (greenish blue) flashing light. I am not myself; I am a big bearded man. Then what appears to be a clone of me and my wife (?) jump down. The light becomes huge and they never come back.

Back with Johnny, in my living room this time. He throws some kind of boomerang like Batmans, but when i catch it it becomes soft and flexible. I also catch and throw a thing that looks like a Liechi Berry in pokemon, only much bigger. I find a way to lock him up outside behind the main entrance. I see his blurry face through the window. Then I turn around, go up the stairs and when I look back: he got back in. Then i scream : HEIN? COMMENT YA FAIT POUR RENTRER?!
(how did he get back in?!) Then i wake up.

Note: This was not a nightmare. Simply a weird, creepy dream.

Side-dream
I remember vaguely another dream before that where I tried to impress Ali the Bachelorette by writing mean things in a window of a room. Then she would get inside the room and see all those sweet messages I wrote all over the walls and ceiling. All of them were signed: Ray,Ray,Ray,Ray.... I think i was helped by a group of asian policemen. Thats it.

I was walking around the neighborhood with my mother and my sister. In my hands I was holding our pet dove. She was being very quiet, gently cooing. When we got about halfway around, a bus dropped off a small kid. The sun was setting fast, so I started running home (dove disappeared). It was getting really creepy, so I did a reality check and found that I had 5-6 fingers (it was hard to tell in the darkness), but I didn't want to acknowledge that I could be dreaming because if I acknowledged that I was dreaming then I also acknowledged that there were things in the dark that could get me!

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Last night was divided into two distinct segments.

The first segment involved me being at the church where we hold my school's closing ceremonies each year. The air was dustier than usual, but the ceiling was high and triangular like it should have been, enclosing the room which was very spacious. The church's walls were wide wooden panels and there were long benches, three in each row, slightly curving around the front stage area, also made of polished wood. There were unrecognizable people, probably students, sitting comfortably in the benches. I was called up to the stage by the principal of my school (who was the only person I could actually recognize).

I got to the stage and walked towards a table, sprinkled with green and orange glitter. It looked pretty bad and cheesy, like a big birthday party table or something. I knew this even in the dream, but I didn't say anything. There were five or six papers laid out on the table, and I picked each of them up. One of them read "Shel Solversten Award", which wasn't a real award. Written below the name of the award was "for having the best signed piece of artwork".

Once I got my awards, I didn't shake hands with the principal as I would do in real life. Instead, I walked right out of the building through an exit to the left of the stage. The steel double doors swung open as I pushed both of them at once, and I found myself on the side of a street. I looked back and there wasn't a church anymore, but a store. It was a brick building painted blue, around the size of a pawn shop, with large glass windows. In the window display there were those pink and white dogs like from Victoria's Secret.

I walked in, the award papers now magically gone from my hand, and went into a fitting room at the back of the store. This "fitting room" was more like a bathroom stall. There were three in a row, all pure white except for the metal hinges that squeaked when I opened the door, and there were inch-wide cracks on either side where the door closed. This made me uncomfortable, so I positioned myself in the stall where no one could look in. After all, there was a bench of people outside (but right in front of) the stalls. I sat in there for a few seconds and looked out the left-hand side of the door. I saw a man sitting on the bench, a few feet away. He was slightly overweight and looked really grubby, almost like a criminal or something. I locked eyes with him and thought, creeper, then moved over so I was hidden once again by the door.