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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."

Dream - Lucid

I was with Dallas, watching TV I believe. Not sure where we were. He was looking at something with small conch seashells in it, a jar or package. I had noticed he had collected some seashells. I asked him what he needed them for. He told me for fucking. I guess he masturbated with them. I noticed he was only picking up the smooth shells.

Then, something about muppet people. They lived in a town. Jake was in love with one of them, and I was jealous. The muppet loved him too, I think. I wondered if the muppet people had real lives, or if they were just for a performance to make it look like they lived real lives.

Then, Dallas and I were watching the weather on TV. We were outside, though.There was a storm system, but it was way west of us, showing us only getting the rain from it. Dallas commented on this. I was a little disappointed, because I kinda love storms. I then saw a tornado off in the distance. It was quite far away, and not moving towards us. There was then another one closer to us, but it was made out of what looked like muted multi-colored hoops. That one was moving towards us. I calmly said we should find shelter. I asked Dallas where he wanted to go. Dallas wanted to go take shelter in this restaraunt. The multi-colored tornado came closer, and I watched as it went through buildings, but didn't destroy them. It looked like it hadn't even touched them. This weird tornado must not be destructive.

~

I had just moved into an apartment with Dallas, but I was still moving things out of two other apartments: One that I had had by myself that was actually quite spacious and beautiful, and one that I shared with Cherie' (neither of these places resembled their IWL counterparts). I was finishing up getting things out of the apartment I had by myself with my mom's help. We had gotten pretty much everything out.

I then was at the apartment I had shared with Cherie'. I saw my laptop in there; I had forgotten about it. It had a solitaire screen pulled up with the cards jumping around, kind of like when you win. I thought about how long it had been there on that screen. I then thought about how I had to use a different computer to do everything. I couldn't think of which computer I was using, however.

I then was driving somewhere in town, when I zoned out. I noticed what I thought was too late that I was about to hit a red train. I thought for sure I was gonna die, because a collision seemed imminent. I closed my eyes and braced myself, but then I only ended up going in between the cars somehow. I then got a phone call. It was someone from the company that owned the train. I noticed I was inside what looked like an inside of a space station or something of that nature; everything was metal. The man on the other line was warning me about what just happened. He wanted to make sure I was alright and that I didn't do something like that again. I told him I knew. I felt so silly and a bit ashamed for doing what I did.

I then was in one of the old apartments. My laptop was there. My mom was wanting to sell it, and the young man who wanted to buy it was there. I told him that it wasn't actually for sale, but I had extra laptop cases he could purchase. I was carrying one, and had two black ones sitting on a table nearby. The first one on the table looked too girly; it had floral-looking patterns on it. We then looked at the second one on the table, which I could have sworn was different, but it was exactly identical to the first. The one I was holding onto wasn't for sale.

I then was on the laptop. I think now I was finally at my current apartment, though it looked nothing like my IWL apartment. I was watching a video of my brother playing some Final Fantasy game. I was watching the end of the game, where a three-headed pixelated Sephiroth boss got defeated. The end screen came up, and one of the heads of the Sephiroth was missing, and blood was pooled on the ground. The background was black. It said "DESEPHIRATED". I thought about how my brother had played this for some gaming website that had asked him to do it, and they paid him for it.

I was then standing next to my friend Charles. There were other people there as well. He was playing the same game my brother had played for money on some kind of handheld system. I was leaning up on him watching him play. I thought about how weird it was that I was leaning on him. He then gave me a look to tell me to get off of him, so I did.

~

I was at the bakery where I currently work. Dallas had just had a performance in a musical that was in the same building. His mom was there, and she gave him a copy of the program of the musical. There was a note written on it that just said "NY". Nothing else was on it. I had thought that I saw some more things written on it. I turned it over, and the back had nothing either. Weird. I then figured out that our nephew, Gary, had written it. Daw. Kinda cute. It made more sense now, at any rate.

I then was trying to write something on the program as a note of when the show took place. I took what, in the dream, was called a "wax gel pen". It looked like an amber-colored crayon. I started to write, but the writing that it made was chunky and illegible. I was trying to write "2014" in the corner. You could kinda tell that's what it said, at least the 0, 1, and 4, but the 2 looked weird. I tried to fix it, but then it looked like the letter G. I also tried writing something else, I can't remember what, but it looked like just the letter W which isn't what I wanted to write. I gave up on that venture.

I then was in the back in an area that doesn't exist IWL at the bakery. I was wearing these huge, rubber black gloves that we use to get things out of the oven. It had a low ceiling, and I had to duck down to move around back there. The freezer was back there. Dallas's mom and Gary then came up. He saw me and I held my arms open for him to come and give me a hug. He ran up and I hugged him tight and for a long time. Gary then wanted to go in the freezer. I didn't want to let him go in there, I think for safety reasons. I opened the freezer door, which had no handle so I had to pull on the side, to let him feel how cold the air was in there. I felt the cold air rushing out. I asked him if he could feel it. He was laughing, and if he responded, I don't remember what he said.

I then started to walk towards the other part of the back of the bakery, the part that actually does exist IWL. I was ducking down still while I walked. When I finally got to the area that exists, I could stand all the way upright again.

~

I was in bed, playing Tomodachi Life on my 2DS. It was morning, and Dallas had already gone to work. I wanted to put it to sleep and stop playing for a bit, but I accidentally did so while still having the game open (IWL, I did this and it totally screwed up my 2DS and I had to get a new one). Crap. I went to wake it back up, and all the sudden, I had a small plate like the ones Dallas and I have IWL with two HUGE red ants on it with a blob of ketchup as well. The ants were alive, and looked to be attached to one another, as if they were mating, but they looked like they were a part of one another; the second ant didn't appear to have a head or anything, just a seamless attachment to the first ant. The first ant didn't appear to have any eyes or a mouth, just two antennae. Ugh. Creepy looking shit. Behind them, I saw two other ants that looked the same, though the first ant on this pair had eyes.

I then realized I was holding the plate, and quickly dropped it. I didn't want to get stung or bitten by these ants. The ants then moved towards the ketchup to start eating it. God, this whole thing was so fucking weird...

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

There were a number of views of some place, possibly "Virginia." The views were like pans across landscapes. Some of the views may have been still. Others were in motion. The views were possibly supposed to show some kind of unique situation regarding "Virginia." I was frustrated because I never saw any evidence of this unique situation.

There may have been one pan across a residential neighborhood. All the houses were tightly packed together on the blocks, and the area was all set on a series of rolling hills. The colors in this photo may have been almost washed out, close to sepia tone.

The rest of the views all took place in some area that seemed like a city park, even though I also got the impression that it was supposed to be a beach. There was a huge lawn, pretty much flat, dotted pretty closely with thin-trunked, tall trees. At the edge of this park there may actually have been a beach.

One view in this park was of masses of people, packed all close together, lying out on their stomachs, as if they were all out on the beach, getting suntans.

Another view was of masses of birds, packed together (like the last shot in Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds). The view, I understood, was supposed to be of all kinds of exotic birds. But there were very few exotic birds. Right out, I only recognized one parrot. Most of the birds were ducks, seagulls, and pigeons, some of which were deformed or ugly.

It may have been at this point that I became frustrated with this "program." I was supposed to be seeing something unusual in these images -- specifically something unusual that had happened to alter the area. But these were all "normal" images.

The view changed to a view of a crowd of people, still pretty dense, but not packed all together, out on the beach. Among the crowds I saw the head of a big muppet, red, like Animal, walking along. The muppet must have been two meters tall. But it looked like Animal. I then saw a big, blue muppet. Then it seemed like there were a number of muppets in the crowd.

Now, off to the right, in a space of the park empty of people, there came a muppet funeral procession. The procession was very long. At the head of the procession there was something like a float.

The float was like a flat-bed wagon. On top were images of Kermit the Frog and Miss Piggy. The images were laying down. They were probably around two meters long, as well. Kermit was wearing a groom's tuxedo, and Miss Piggy was wearing a bride's gown. But both Kermit and Piggy were dead. This was their funeral procession.

Dream #2

I was in a car with my family. I may have been preparing to leave after a visit to my home town. On the way to wherever I was going to be dropped off, we passed a few different McDonald's restaurants. As we passed the restaurants, I had to quickly make an assessment of the roofs.

My brother complained, asking me why we had to do this. He thought it had something to do with me criticizing him or keeping an eye on him, to stop him from doing bad things, as if I thought he was doing bad things.

I tried to explain to my brother that my job was to inspect roofs. McDonald's just had a lot of new roofs put onto all their buildings. So I had to inspect them. And my mom had agreed that we could drive past all the McDonald's on my way to being dropped off.

We passed another McDonald's. I don't know how I saw the roof. But one-third of the roof seemed to be missing. I remarked to myself about something regarding a special compartment being put into the roof.

We passed another McDonald's by going along a road or a stretch of asphalt that ran along the outside perimeter of the back end of the lot around the restaurant. The asphalt of the road was continuous with the asphalt of the lot, connected by a steep, asphalt ramp. The road put our view just over the roof.

We then drove along some road and up a steep hill in something like a residential neighborhood, although something about it all felt a bit artificial. My mom began discussing some new movie that was out. Its main characters were a few old people.

We all started talking about "old people movies," and whether they were good or bad. My mom was angry at me for some reason, and she'd sensed that I liked movies with old people in them. So she said, "Old people movies are made for old people. And if you aren't old, they aren't any good. They're just boring."

We reached the top of the sharp hill up which we'd been driving, and we'd woven our way into some kind of stone maze. My mom now drove up and around a curving road, up to the foot of a huge, stone staircase with a stone gate. Some distance up the stone staircase I saw some bright, yellow image. It may have been a person wearing a bright, yellow robe.

My mom now mellowed down a bit. She said, "Well, old people movies aren't all that bad. There are a couple that I like. And if you go to any old people movie with (my grandma) J, they'll always be interesting. Because she always has something interesting to say about them."

I now had to get out of the car and go up the stairs. I may have opened the back, passenger-side car door. I may have said some kind words to my family, maybe even hugging and kissing one or more of them.

Dream #3

I was leaving a building, probably after some kind of event or some kind of task I'd had to take care of. The building was kind of like a multi-floor school building. But it also felt very classy.

I was on a high floor. I was walking down a staircase to get to the exit. The staircase was wide. It doubled-back at each half-floor and opened out at each floor.

At some point I realized there was a guy following me. He was maybe half a floor up from me, but he kept that distance. Eventually I slowed down my walking. I figured that I would slow down until he caught up with me.

But as I was making this decision, I was already approaching the ground floor. Instead of hearing the guy, I now heard JF, one of my old co-workers. She may have been talking to JS, another one of my old co-workers.

I was now on the ground floor, passing through a big area and walking toward the front door. JF and JS now caught up to me. I could tell by the tone in their voice that they wanted me to include myself in their conversation. So I turned around to get a better view of JF and focus on what she was talking about.

At this point I was past the first door out of the building. There was a small foyer and then another set of doors. At the final set of doors I turned around. JF was just coming through the first doors, still talking with JS.

I may have walked all the way out of the building. But then I may have turned around right as JF was coming through the second doors. But now it was like I was behind her. I don't know where JS was -- perhaps she was outside.

JF started talking about the TV show Dallas. She asked about some key characters. I somehow mentioned Victoria Principal and Peter Duffy. I knew this satisfied one question JF had and made me look like I knew about the TV show.

I was actually back in the building, walking back toward the staircase. I realized I'd said the name "Peter Duffy." I called back to JF that I'd meant to say "Patrick Duffy." Apparently JF was writing all this stuff down on a clipboard. I also mentioned the name "Ron Hagerty."

Drream #4

I was in a library, sitting at a table and reading. There were no lights on in the library. The only light coming into the place was from the windows all along the walls. But the light was very dim. It felt like it was early morning. My eyes also felt scratchy -- kind of like they feel when I "wake" into a lucid dream, although I wasn't lucid.

I was apparently on the phone with my mother. I was explaining something very important about my life. I was talking rather loud. And although I was holding onto the phone, I don't think I ever actually held it to my ear.

I eventually put the phone down -- either under the table and on my lap or else under or beside a book on the table top. I didn't stop talking. Instead, the "scene" with the conversation faded into the exact same "scene," except that I was no longer talking.

There was a woman, maybe in her twenties or thirties, seated in front of me. A man, maybe around the same age, sat to my right. The woman and the man both asked me if, next time I came to the library, I could please refrain from talking to myself so loudly. I think the woman had asked first, and that the man asked the same thing again.

I was surprised. I asked, "I was talking to myself?" The woman said yes. I couldn't quite believe it. I thought I'd been on the phone with my mother! I wondered if I was going crazy. Suddenly I couldn't remember very much about the conversation at all. I wondered what I'd actually been doing and saying!

The man repeated that I'd been just sitting in the chair, looking forward, and having a conversation with myself. He said it was really annoying and asked me if I could try never to do it again.

I was now "downstairs." The downstairs area was actually like some kind of indoor version of a small amusement park like Coney Island. All the booths around me had some kind of pale-turquoise or sea-blue color-schemes. Everything was very clean. Nothing was operating. It was all quiet.

I stood over some table, leafing through a thick file in a three-ring binder. A co-worker from an old job of mine, JM, came up to me. He looked very young, even thinner than usual, and kind of pale, with facial features a bit smaller and tighter than IWL. He wore a blue dress shirt and, possibly, grey dress slacks.

JM asked me how I was doing and what I thought of my new job. I didn't tell him that I'd quit my job after having a fight with my boss. I just told him that things were okay, although they could probably be a lot better, and that I hoped I could eventually find a place where things were good.

I seemed to be walking away from JM now, and deeper into this subterranean amusement park. But for some reason I didn't feel like what I'd told JM was enough. If he ever found out that I'd quit my job, he'd think the reasons I gave weren't sufficient, and that I'd been weak to quit.

So I ran back to JM and told him, "Look, I really hate my boss. I didn't want to tell you this. But he's a complete jerk, and he does all kinds of stupid things. I really don't think I can take it for too much longer. I seriously hate him."

JM looked a bit surprised by what I said. He walked away. He was going off to talk with some other people. He wasn't necessarily in the amusement park anymore, although I still saw him there.

I was nervous about JM talking with people. But I was also kind of happy about it. I jumped up in the air, as if to get away from the situation of having to worry about what JM would say or think about me.

I was floating a meter or so in the air, and descending slowly. I realized that as long as I jumped quickly enough, so that I didn't lose the floating height I'd gained, I could keep increasing my height.

I really wanted to get away from the situation I was in, so I kept jumping and jumping. Eventually I had gone far above the amusement park. I was floating into the blackness. I couldn't see anything around me.

I'd changed my flying motion from "jumping" to "swimming." I was now swimming through the air. Some sort of realization came to me. I couldn't really, physically, be flying. So I thought I was having some sort of out-of-body experience.

I didn't get overexcited about the supposed OBE. But I kind of began to doubt that I could be having that, either.

I had a false awakening. I was in a bed that wasn't mine. I lay face down. I felt like I was making swimming motions. I told myself, See? You only thought your astral body was flying by making swimming motions. Really, it was all just a dream, and you were lying here in bed, making swimming motions with your physical body.

But I still felt myself making swimming motions. I looked down at my body and saw it wasn't moving at all. And, yet, I saw a second body, like a ghost body, still making the swimming motions. I faded back to blackness, thinking, Well, I guess some part of me was swim-flying somewhere. And it wasn't my physical body.

I may have had the idea that I'd "flown up" into my body from the space I'd been in in my dream, and that, on joining my body, I'd woken. I may have thought that if I fell back to sleep, my "astral" body would sink back down through my bed and continue its swim-flying activity. I may actually have felt my body sink back down below my bed as I fell back to sleep.

Quite the strange combination, I know...

23rd of February 2011. Non-lucid, Lucid, Extra Comment

1) Dreamt of a TV show in which some dude I know was being told by his parents that they wanted him to leave school. The guy was in the actual studio, which for some reason was very reminiscent of the studios of RTL. His parents were at home, and communicating via some a giant screen in the studio (Much like news readers talk to correspondents in the field). His parents were cussing him out, calling him incompetent and weak. I felt really strange at that sight, a mix of feeling sorry for him whilst also deeply enjoying his pain (I used to hate that guy IWL).

2) Dreamt of some gigantic political ruckus caused by someone who did not want to eat a Milkbreak Biscuit with chocolate filling because he said it reminded him of black people, whom he claimed were lesser beings (Where have we heard that before? He has a moustache, black hair, and could be pretty much always be found with his hand raised...). Stuff gets even weirder as Christian Parties get involved and accused of racism. I begin to realize that the man that made the claims about black people was an actual politician IWL, one that anything but racist.

3) Short dream filled with muppets making music. But there's something wrong with the muppets. They either have the wrong head attached or they are simply lacking one. One comes up to me and says I'm dreaming, I ignore it. (HOW THE HELL DID I DO THAT?!) Shortly after my alarm goes off and I wake up... Damn...

Something is screaming in my face that I'm dreaming, and I fail to notice it... That aint cool

As an extra note, I only write down what I remember of my dreams. The 'racist politician' is a politician too IWL, BUT HE IS NOT A RACIST. Just to make that clear.

The dream starts off in a large department store of some kind. There is a model train set that is so expansive that it encircles the entire store. The place was empty except for a group of people that I was with. We all looked like Jim Henson muppets, but none of his creations, just original designs from my psyche. I had dark purple skin and like purple frizzy hair. There was a girl muppet with pink skin and bright orange hair pulled back in a pony tail. I think her name was Jenna or something, and she always had with her a clipboard with which she was constantly observing what the other muppets were doing and jotting down notes.

We had the run of the store at first, but were then gathered together and put into small groups of four or five. Jenna gave us tasks to do but I cannot remember what any of them were. These tasks basically has us running around the store looking for things or analyzing things we found. Thought not a task assigned at first, eveyone was eventually relegated to finding the source of a rotten smell. Everyone could smell it, and it smelled like really bad cheese, but no one could figure out where it was coming from. I checked myself, and even though I wasn't the source, I was afraid, for some reason, that the smell would be blamed on me.

Another muppet inspector appeared. This one was also female but had blue skin, wavy red hair and big yellow glasses. She had with her a handheld machine that could pinpoint odors and was systematically checking everything in the department store. While we waited for the second inspector to finish her job, all of the muppet groups gathered together near the front of the store and started talking about a wedding that was about to happen. I had no idea what they were talking about but a bride and groom did walk through the front door of the store at that moment. The bride and groom looked exactly like Disney's Jasmine and Aladdin, except dressed in modern day wedding clothes. They were not muppetized like everyone else in the dream.

Anyway, Jasmine complained about the rotten cheese smell but Aladdin didn't seem to notice as he was too busy flirting with inspector Jenna. The second inspector came over and pointed the odor detection device at one of the muppets that had been in my group. The accused muppet (who had green skin and spiky yellow and orange hair) started flipping out and several of the other muppets had to subdue him. Out of nowhere, a dark blue, badly damaged old pick up truck appeared in one of the department store aisles and the accused muppet was thrown in the back and the truck drove off somewhere.

Everyone headed over to the model train station and told Aladdin and Jasmine to get on the train. I don't remember exactly what happened, but suddenly the bride and groom were hand sized toys and were being attached to one of the model train cars with duct tape. The muppet trying to tie them to the car kept getting an electric shock and could not place the car on the track properly. I got frustrated and stepped in, aligned the train car wheels on the track and the train started moving by itself. The toys were not properly secured and started slidding off the model train and getting zapped with bolts of blue coloured electricity shooting out from the tracks. Toy Aladdin's face was melted off and I noticed that the Jasmine toy was missing the lower half of her right leg just before the dream ended and I woke up.

Original journal entry dated Aug. 18, 2002:

I had a dream that I made out with Kermit the Frog (?!). I hope this doesn't indicate some sort of weird Muppet obsession on my part. And then he changed into somebody else.

Then, I was fighting these dragons that were attacking me, only I had to fight them with chi as well as with my sword, and they were REALLY powerful, and I killed the strongest one by chopping his head in half.

Morning of December 22, 1980. Monday.



It seems that I am watching an episode of “Sesame Street” being filmed (or some sort of television special related to the usage of muppet characters). I can see a large television camera aimed at an area that appears to be a wall of about four feet high or more. The muppets are randomly moving about (waist up only as in the real television show) in a mostly featureless setting, but there appears to be a party atmosphere of some sort.

One of the unknown typical “hairy” muppets goes out of camera range and the person controlling him comes out from the left side of the wall, goes in back of the camera and comes around to go back on scene from the other side to within camera range. Eventually, several others do this. This is realized in-dream as a “fake pass” (almost with the sense I am “learning” something) and supposedly makes it look as if a lot more muppets are moving about, especially as some are changed in a minor way before moving back in front of the camera. Not much else happens.