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When a exiting a store with Robert (my sig. other) and our 7-year-old daughter, Nikola, she wanders off as we take notice of a tall slender man down in the parking lot, randomly shooting at people with a shot gun. We scream to Nikola to come here and she runs and gets to me, we both lie down on the ground to avoid shots, only to look up and see him standing a few feet away pointing the gun at both of us. Just as he's about to shoot, Robert pulls out a shot gun and starts firing at him. I roll with Nikola down a nearby hill, run down the street and to a outdoor food court. I sit on the ground with Nikola. I am in shock and shaking uncontrollably, unable to speak. I then hear that it has ended. So reluctantly get up and walk up the street toward the store. There are police everywhere. It's now raining. I approach an officer directing traffic. I ask "Is he alive?". The look on his face tells me no. He says "It wasn't from gunshot." then he is distracted and the feeling of total loss and devastation for Nikola and I is overwhelming. Then I wake up.

Really good recall for my last dream of the night, but should have written my second down as soon as I woke up as it's only in fragments:

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22/4/12

All I remember is having to sing a Coldplay song with some uni friends to a large crowd on a beach. At some point during our performance, the song changes to a horribly cheesy 80s song, at which point I decided to wake myself up.

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I'm driving around to various places, picking up things to pack in my suitcase for going away. At a particular friend's house I walk in on a house party, and I remember seeing a large table with Gameboys belonging to everyone there. I see mine, next to Pokemon Crystal, and pack both.

Later, while driving to the station with my mum, I invite a hitch hiker into the car. Only once we arrive does my mum notice, despite not being hidden, and worries that he could be dangerous. I assure her he's harmless, but he has to leave nonetheless.

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The dream began as a transition from showing someone a Cannibal Corpse video on YouTube, to magically appearing in the middle of the mosh pit. Despite not liking Cannibal Corpse that much, I join in with the moshing, but see a girl get hit square in the face. I offer to take her to the toilet as she's got a nose bleed.

She explains that her nose ring has fallen out [something which happened to a flatmate of mine recently] but is eager to get back into the pit [my kind of girl!]. Just as we arrive at the edge of the crowd, however, I see a dodgy-looking man injecting people in the back without them noticing.

Outraged, I run up to him and smash his last syringe on my hand [thinking I can use the contents as evidence later].

"You're gonna get shanked!"

he shouts as I run to find a security guard. When I do, he walks past in a guards uniform, trying to look inconspicuous. It doesn't work and he gets carted off to jail.

However, I'm told I need to go as well to fill out paperwork or whatever. This wouldn't be a problem if I wasn't made to be escorted by a friend of the jailed man.

In the car I am practically shitting myself, as the driver is twice as menacing as his friend that I just incarcerated. I almost apologise but suddenly feel a pain in my lower back, and wonder if I had been injected as well.

I'm later on a train, still with the driver, which turns into a holocaust simulation. We arrive at a stage, where a 15 year old starts a presentation about it. The rest of the dream continues as me being at school, but is rather mundane, so I won't write it here.

First dream, all I remember is squeezing an orange, and I was in a class, where the teacher was Alaric Saltzman from The Vampire Diaries.
Second dream fragment, I was defrosting a porcupine and once defrosted it started walking towards me. For fear of getting hurt by it, I jumped in the air. Gravity was very low, and I landed beside my house. I peeked around the corner and saw a spotless cheetah, I let out a noise and quickly tried to scurry back to the front to go inside, but it made it around before I could make it out front.
Woke up, at 5:00 in the morning, attempted WILD.
Became frustrated as I laid there with nothing happening, I fell back asleep.
Third dream fragment, I was running through an unknown neighborhood and I saw my parents steal a vehicle. I needed to catch them, I ran to another house and saw the vehicle I was going to take. There was a man out front, I saw the spotless cheetah and warned him of this. He said thanks and I ran away. Woke up again, at 6:00, and went back to sleep. This time I didn't dream.

Yesterday's Dream:

Last night I dreamed that I was at the lake. I was on a houseboat that was near another houseboat. I looked down into the water and to my horror I saw an alligator. I hadn't known that there were alligators here. i then looked over at the other houseboat which was only about 10 feet away from where I was. I saw two ladies I know who are my neighbors. All of a sudden they both fell into the water. One of the ladies is quite elderly. I knew she needed help. I wanted to jump right in and save her. But I had this horrible feeling of selfishness come over me. I didn't want to lose an arm or leg to the alligator. But then I also knew that there was no way I could just stand there either. I somehow was able to grab on to some things so I could get close to her without fully jumping into the water. i was able to get ahold of her and carry her out of the water. I then looked over and to my relief saw that someone else was helping the other lady.

NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·
I am hanging from the high ceiling beams of a large, abandoned building, a heavy camera in the right pocket of my bulky jacket. I am trying to save vital footage, but the large, spindly spiders under me clamber on top of each other to reach me. I, in exhaustion, let go and and consumed into the masses of spiders below. I feel spindly legs all over me and think that I am about to die, when I realise that I'm not going to give up without a fight. I jump up and kick off my attackers as I wade and run over to the lady on the other side of the room. Suddenly one side of the large room is open, and the sea tide comes into the building. Under the moonlit, dark sky, the spiders wash away as I see a man with an odd oval, spherical and opaque golden yellow head rushing in and out with the tide. I join the creature in the water, feeling the gentle ebb of the waves and I am almost pulled in.
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I go to another room where there is a Mcdonalds. I buy two single fries after I borrow a 3 pound worth Mastercard.
I meet Naruto, less anime and more realistically, and we talk.
Suddenly, as I sit at a table an old, wise couple walk up to me and ask me if I am dreaming.
I attempt to push my hand through a wall, but fail so I deny the thought.
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Cathy is performing a song to the old couple on a Songbird ocarina. It looks odd, with odd fingerings and no sound comes out. It looks beautiful however, an angelic ceramic white. I try to play 'everybody wants to be a cat' from Aristocats, but fail. Adina plays my plastic STL ocarina for the couple as I attempt to play Greensleeves on Cathy's.

I can remember only little parts of two dreams I had last night.

In the first on I am in my apartment and for some reason I have a pet alligator. It is still a wild and dangerous creature and I have to be careful where I walk in my own house. I have two cats and constantly fear that the alligator will eat them. On morning I wake up and find the alligator surrounded by bloodstains on the carpet and walls. I fear that is has eaten my cats but I look around and see one of them under a table near my bed. I don't know where the other cat is. With the amount of blood on the floor and walls it looks like something bigger then a cat was killed though. The alligator sleeps contently, in the middle of the floor, like most creatures do after eating a huge meal.

In the second dream I am visiting a friend in another country. Most of the dream is blurry until the end when I have to go to the airport to catch my flight. My friend and her family and friends are having a good time around a campfire and I do not want to disturb them so I quickly and quietly take off alone and catch a bus to the airport, which is 30 minutes away. The airport is small and there is no security checkpoint the the boarding pass desk is just a fold-out table by a collapsable wall. There are only two flights leaving the airport.

I go to reach for my passport, and while I find it, I realize that I have left my suitcase at my friend's place. I am kind of panicking because my boarding pass is in the suitcase. I call and leave several messages on my friend's cell phone asking if she or a family member could drive my bag to the airport because there are no more buses going back in that direction. I look at the clock and see that it is 5:30 pm and my flight does not leave until 9:30 pm so I know I have time. I sit in the waiting area for over an hour and their is no sign of my friend or my suitcase. I call again and leave another message and wait for another hour and still nothing.

I am very upset and panicking for a bit but then I realize that I have my passport, my identification and my money so I can just buy another ticket, even if it is inconvenient. The thought of just returning to my friend's place to get my bag myself never enters my mind. After I have bought a new ticket several waiter's arrive pushing a cart of delicious smelling food and place it on a long narrow table covered in a white table cloth. For some reason I think I am not allowed to have any food and I wander around and watch the other passengers and airport staff eat.

I meet a little boy who is wearing a fox hat and seems to be by himself. He eyes the food while clutching his little napsack but is too shy to go get any. I grab a plate and fill it with candies and sugary pastries and take it over to him and share. He doesn't say anything but seems really happy. His favourite treat seems to be a pasty that has a sweet lemony filling on one side and a spicy filling on the other.

I can not remember any more of this dream.

So I try the sleep timer again this morning and I feel myself going into a dream. I'm lying on my bed and suddenly I hear someone charging up the stairs, I shit myself but think "nope, it's just my dream, calm down" I'm now standing up on my bed, something invisible is trying to scratch my face and hurt me but I feel nothing and it seems to go straight through me, I try and hit it but the same happens for me. I now reach up and smash my fist against the ceiling and see a black mark, the thing does the same and leaves the same black mark, I now wake up.

Still nothing special to tell about my recall, and I still haven't had the first lucid dream of 2012. I'm going to crank up the effort by having more consistent tries on WILDs. Meanwhile, the last dream from 2009 to enter in this journal.

Fear of Bodybuilders
Date: December 27th, 2009
Lucid: No

I was walking in what I thought was Helsinki, but it looked more like my hometown to be honest. Towards me there were these two guys walking, who looked like bodybuilders. I could have just gone by either side of them, but no, given that I was walking right in the middle of the sidewalk, I was stubborn and wouldn't budge - I was going to walk right between them.

You obviously already know that it isn't gonna end well. The right-sided guy, who had a moustache, had a wide, evil grin on his face as he grabbed me. I was fearing for my life, but the rational side of my mind also knew, that there would be no reason to kill me.

They pushed me around a bit before seemingly letting me go. But no, you don't think I would just walk away? No, I fuckin' flipped my finger at them! The guys were enraged and that seemed all the good enough reason for them to kill me. So I started running for my life, trusting that I can at least that well against those guys.

There was some kind of construction site next to me. The bodybuilders didn't waste time on chasing me, instead they just went there, picked up some tools and shit and started throwing it at me. Some were near misses, but I did get away unharmed.

Later I was in home and still terrified. I was afraid that the bodybuilders could somehow follow me there.

I'm in an apartment quite high up. I look out of the window and I see a planet go past, it's in the sky and I panick. I go outside and there are loads of people looking up into the sky and they are just watching, I stand still for a moment and watch too. I see more planets come into our atmosphere, they come one at a time about every 5 minutes. All the planets look different, we all realise something is quite wrong about this and then the last planet comes. They now all circle earths atmosphere and we can see them all. I hear a man shout "the 12 moons have now come to a stand" I now think "ohh shit" and I now begin to run...I wonder where I can hide so I don't die but I can't think of anywhere!!!

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a museum with enormous rooms. The paintings were also enormous. The walls of the rooms may have been twenty or so meters tall. The paintings were just as tall.

I may have been with a group of people, possibly a school group. But I had broken off from them for some reason or another, and I was now walking around by myself.

But I was afraid to go into any of the rooms very far. The paintings on the walls were so gigantic. I was afraid they'd fall on me and smash me. So I could barely go beyond the threshold into rooms.

One room was kind of dimly lit, like from a dirty set of windows in the ceiling. I saw a pair of paintings in the room. The paintings were, I told myself, either by Goya or El Greco.

The paintings had the same subject: a young man in rich attire, something like pink, satin pants and a white shirt. The paintings stood opposite each other in a kind of side niche in the room. I wanted to examine the paintings closer, but I was too afraid of them falling on me.

I left this room -- I think -- and went into another room. The paintings were also huge in this room. But I may have been getting braver about being around the paintings, and I may have stepped quite a few meters into the room.

But now I looked up and saw that there were also paintings in the ceiling, the rest of the ceiling being made out of thick, ornate wood, like in the Rose Reading Room of the New York Public Library. I was now afraid of the ceiling paintings falling on me. They seemed like they'd be heavier than the wall paintings.

Dream #2

It was a greyish day. I was either treading water in a river, moving backwards slowly in a small boat, like a rowboat, in a river, or standing on a walkway through or at the edge of a river.

I may at first have been with a group of older, well-off people, like a tour group. But I'd broken away from the group a bit. The group were all walking along the walkway.

The river was wide, and at the other end of it was a big, kind of square, building. The building faced the river directly, starkly: it may even have been a bit cantilevered over the river.

The building was made of some kind of white stone, but the front of it, or the side facing the river, was of slightly tinted glass. This windowed section curved around the sides of the building as well, giving the white stone of the building a kind of backwards "C" shape.

I knew that the building was an art museum. It was the Art Museum of Mexico or the Mexico Museum of Art. It was a very good and nice museum. But it was also used -- especially the enormous room overlooking the river -- by drug cartels for arranging certain deals.

People liked to visit the museum. But people who went there were always afraid. You always had to be careful not to hear things, or at least not to act like you heard things. And you couldn't offend any person in any way. If you offended someone or acted like you'd overheard some drug deal being arranged, you could be killed.

But for some reason I was feeling defiant. I was going to go into the museum and I wasn't going to act afraid at all. Besides, it was the Mexico Museum of Art. It was full of great works of art. I'd be really disappointed in myself if I didn't see the art works there.

Dream #3

I was in some building. I was near a staircase. Apparently I'd always come here to this place to read. Other people did, too. But I'd come to have a favorite spot for reading on the staircase. And I'd read there all the time.

There were some guys who'd decided to follow me around. They thought I was really smart. They were jealous of me. They wanted to figure out everything I was doing and studying. They thought if they read everything I read, they could get smarter than they thought I was.

One of these guys was an old, kind of tall, white man with a big belly. He wore nice slacks and a nice button-up shirt. He saw I was heading toward the staircase to read. So he either took the place I always took or took a place a few steps higher than my place. Wherever he sat, his plan was to look down at what I was doing, so he could do it, too, and hopefully beat me at it.

I tried to figure out what to do. I didn't really care if people knew what I was doing. I tried to be open about that. But I felt annoyed. I may have thought I'd hide whatever I was doing, just to annoy the man back a little. Or I may have thought I'd just act unperturbed, like the man didn't bother me, or didn't exist at all.

Last nights dream
Last night I had a false awakening...I knew it was a false awakening but I didn't have any controll.

I'm in bed and my Hubby pulls the duvet off me, I want it back but he won't let me so I pull a sad face and say " I'm cold" in a really sweet voice lol my Hubby then says " just this bit" then gives me some duvet but only a little!
I say to my Hubby " I need a fag" so I sit at the end of my side of the bed to make 1, my Hubby suddenly pushes me off the bed and I land on the floor with a bang. I feel something touch my arse from under my bed, I shit myself but have to look under the bed to see if anything is there but it's just the usual stuff. I almost think bad thoughts to myself like what might appear if I look again but I stop myself and nothing bad appears. I run into my daughters bedroom and grab their hands. My daughter S says " what you doing?" me and all the girls run into all the rooms upstairs shouting " Wahhhhh!!!!" because I knew this would scare anything bad away. We all finish up back in my room and we all collapse onto my bed and laugh our socks off.
I now wake up for real but in sleep paralysis...as I go into another dream I say to myself " I'm dreaming" but don't remember much after that.

DreamLucidAwake

Uncontrollable Fury

I don't really remember the beginning of this dream. I do remember seeing a man standing inside a pond with a baby. Something about it didn't seem right, so I started walking over to the pond. I then saw him hold the baby under the water trying to drown it. I ran into the pond as fast as I could and punched the guy in the face. I brought the baby back to the surface and somehow got it to breathe again.

"What the hell were you trying to do???" I asked the man.
"That is the child of the enemy. He should be killed!" The man said.
"That's not his fault!" I exclaimed
"He'll grow up to be a monster. Give him to me." He demanded.
"No." I told him.

He was about to take the baby from me by force, but I just punched him in the face again. I kind of knocked him out and left him floating on the water. I walked over to a house and left the child on a rocking chair. I then heard the sound of an animal crying in pain followed by laughter. That combination did not sound one bit right. I followed the sounds to back of the house. On the other side of the house I saw 3 men surrounding a dog. The dog was covered in cuts and bruises and it looked like it hadn't eaten in days. Two of the men were holding down the dog and beating it while the other guy was taking pictures of them.

It completely sickened me to watch this and my anger started rising quickly. I somehow becaame lucid at this moment and decided I would go over there and beat some sense into those guys. Before I could even take my first step towards them the dog they were beating had died. They kicked it a few more times before tossing it to the side. I then saw them bring my dog out of the house and hold him down. One of them pulled out a pair of scissors and started cutting my dog's nose up. This pushed my anger far beyond its limits.

I transformed into a dragon and started growling. I actually found this scary because I completely stopped acting human. When the man was about to stick the scissors in my dog's eye I let out my most powerful draconic roar. It knocked them all to the ground and used time control to close the distance before they could get back up. The one with the camera did man age to get back up though and he attempted to run into the woods. He only made a few steps before I stabbed my claws right into his back. I used my earth element to smash him into the ground with as much force as powerful. I then started biting and clawing at him.

As I was doing this, the man with the scissors tried to sneak up from behind me and stab me. I saw this coming with my danger sense though and cut the man's stomach with my tail blade. When I turned to face him he tried to stab me again. I shoved my claws straight through his arm and he dropped his scissors in pain. I forced him to the ground with my claws still in his arm. I then started biting and pulling at his arm until it was completely ripped off. I finished him off by slashing my claws through his throat.

The last man pulled out a hand gun and shot me in the side. It knocked me to the ground and hurt like hell, but I didn't care at all. I got right back up and slowly started walking towards him. He tried firing another shot, but this time a purple spark appeared a few inches in front of me. The bullet seemed to have bounced off of this energy. He tried firing a few more shots at me, but the same thing happened whenever a bullet got near. I soon cornered the man against the house and started growling again. He stumbled to the ground and I pierced his chest with my claws to be sure he wouldn't crawl away. I then looked directly into his eyes and released a red energy (fear) into his mind. He started screaming in fear until he passed out a few seconds later. I ended it when I jumped up into the air and smashed his head with a tail strike.

I was now in some sort of killing frenzy. I was looking all around me for anything to kill. I started roaring and took out many trees with my draconic roar. It wasn't until I saw my dog lying on the ground in pain that I finally calmed down. I came back into control of myself and undid my dragon form. I walked over to my dog and used my healing magic on him before waking up.

When I woke up, I still had much anger inside me. So much in fact, that I had to punch my wall. My hand still hurts...

End

The first dream was interesting, something i would add to my books.
I saw through the eyes of a tall man, he listened quietly to nearby gossip pertaining to a murder that happened at the local tavern. A man was shot six times, five in the heart and once in between the eyes, each perfect shots. the five bullets went into the same place, and the one in between his eyes was exact in the middle. I don't know who i was seeing through next, but i was cleaning up said murder, the body already gone i was taking care of the blood and helping take away the bullets. which happened to look like my key-chain bullet.
i couldn't remember anything that happened before this dream, i remember vaguely that something happened, but i can't put my finger on it.
The second dream terrified me.
It left me with a scary since of Déjà vu. It felt like i wasn't dreaming at all. I was resting peacefully when i felt something, laggy from sleep i didn't move, i just listened. Suddenly, something made a noise and it moved across my shoulders like some creature. I was so scared i couldn't move out of fear. all i could think of was the snacking sound it made, like something eating the air. I attempted to move, my legs wouldn't and one arm was under my chest. my heart was beating in my throat out of fear. My shoulders were under the creature as the snacking sound continued, only my right arm could move. I slowly moved for what seemed minutes out of agony and fear. I distracted myself briefly with the gun scene and the six bullets, and that it would be great for a moment in my book. I felt a wool like fabric and then soft skin. I reached for what i touched out of a sudden burst of anger, it was gone.
Unsure if i was dreaming or not i looked around my room, nothing was out of place. Not wanting to see if the creature was still around before i attempted to sleep again i hunted for it. My heart beat constantly through my chest. Satisfied that it wasn't there and it was just a dream i laid back down. unable to sleep i wrote this down in my Dream Book. Then out of annoyance i went online hoping someone could tell me what this is. I decided to call the creature a Bed Bug.

Well i'm gonna warn you that this is the longest I have had so far and is gonna be a LOT of words. Before you read this understand that i'm not racist against anybody (i'm black but everybody says I act white, but I can't help it)

Well i'm looking for something near some bushes in front tree's that divide lawn's between some of my neighbors house. Anyway, there are some vicious dogs behind the trees, on a chain. So we are looking in the bushes and we see simething move and everyone but me jumps, and we are laughing because the oldest person out of us was scared the most. So we continue looking in the bushes for some unknown item. Then we hear a loud chain rattle like the dogs were moving towards us and everybody, i mean everybody jumps and runs away as fast as humanly possible. I jumped (and when I jump in a dream I go literally miles into the air and i don't know why I didn't see this as a reality check and fly away) like miles into the air and looked down (i have a fear of heights) and almost had a heart attack because the logical part of my brain kind of woke up and I thought I was gonna break my ankles when I landed. I was looking over the entire neighborhood like floating through the air, it was basically jumping at an angle so I glided over the neighborhood. Now that I think of it, it was exciting and AWESOME. For some reason after I landed the first time I jumped again even though their was no threat. I noticed while I was jumping the group I was with was saying I must have been really scared because I was still in the air. After a while I just ended up at my grandma's house. I was near her room and my aunt is talking to my grandpa and when I walk up to them and he tells me one of my girl (notice the space) friend's has sexy curves. I told him that if he was to come near her she would kill him with a fiery passion. My aunt tells me to go do something, so I walk away and I hear her go outside. I then open the door to be nosy and see what they're doing but she's behind the door sitting in a chair and says "What are you doing" so I say "sorry i'm nosy as eff and I had to come out here to see what y'all were doing. She tells me he went in my grandmas room and I say okay. Then an extremely short and BLACK, I mean really black and ghetto sixth grader comes up to us, OUT OF NOWHERE and says he goes out with one of my class mate's (she is classy, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and doesn't date black people). So I tell him in exact words "no you don't, you muss be confused cuz she don't wanch (want in ghetto language) you". So then I start running around screaming that the child is really confused. After that i'm in the hallway in my school. Me and one of my friends (can't remember which one) are talking. I then realize I am dreaming from no dream signs or anything. I try to will the setting of the school to change to something else but I loose lucidity and enter a class room. The class only has a few people in it and we are all talking. So while i'm talking to one of my friends the wall in the back if the room bursts and I see the killer "scream" behind the smoke. He walks toward me in that slow killer way and I run behind the desk (for some reason I don't feel like getting in a knife fight in this dream, the killer usually ends up running away in fear) and dodge the killer, so he tries to well kill me but I keep running and dodging him and he eventually runs away so I ask the class who is the killer after(i know it sounds stupid), and one of my friends says me, so I stuff her in my backpack and she starts laughing and i say that sounds like someone else is in there and it is. I don't realize that the people switched places as i'm walking towards the door I turn around three of the scream killers. I stop walking and they start running. I try to run away from one through the desks but they corner me off. I hit him and ran from the other killers with her still in my backpack and i dodge and eveade the killers until they all eventually run away. After they leave I get pissed off for some reason and wake up.

Scattered dream...maybe I was waking up and that's why I can't piece everything together....anyways.

Come at me BRO

I'm watching someone fight, some random cat...and I don't jump in because I don't know who the heck they are. One guy wins, and he's mad at me...apparently he's J's brother. J magically shows up, and starts punching me. He yell's something about not helping out. I told him what the deal is...and it's me vs. them two for a while. Fight of my life type shit...since he's waaaaaay stronger than me IRL. I was just trying to defend myself for the most part. D shows up...and we square off. D talks them out of it for a second. Then asks me to drop his kids off....then I'm like...hold up, isn't that just running? I might as well finish taking this ass whooping now than leave.

Can I stop dreaming about this?

There's this guy preaching about something at my house....he walks inside. My pops arrives and tells him to get out...I was really surprised because he was mad. The guy leaves...and then J's kids come over to eat. I think I serve them hotdogs, and one of them just pours a pile of salt over the hotdog and doesn't eat it. I obviously got mad and yelled at her...telling her that she needs to eat her food, or not ask for so much. I felt bad after words and told her I loved her.

Something else about walking through a field....but I turned around because I had a feeling I was going to see snakes everywhere.

I'm in a crowded room, and we're watching these highlights of the NBA Playoffs. Specifically when Jordan was playing against Alonzo Mourning's and Charles Barkley's (my two favorite players) teams that they were on. Something else came up about genealogy...and I had to remind two people they were related. We kept watching it and sat down, and there was cheerleader sitting in my lap. I had one hand on her thigh, and on on her back. I could tell she was cold and what not, but I tried to pay attention to the game. I moved my arm around her, my hand off of her thigh because I noticed my hand was pretty high up there. She leaned forward so my arm wouldn't be touching her at all. Then she said something like don't try anymore of that stuff. Which was kinda weird...cause I thought I was the one moving away....hell whatever.

There's a guy sitting in front of us with a clean cut afro who she's practically sitting next to now because of the leanage. He asks her "so who you wit". Or something cheesy like that...she says no one. And I told the guy "I'm still Mr. Solo...she's just a friend or whatever". I was a little upset at how sneaky the guy tried to be...but at the same time I was just like "fuck it".