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I was dreaming that my first husband's family & I were all at some shopping mall & bowling alley but it was all abstract & jumpy like scenes. I don't know another word to describe it. It's like the scene changes all the time. Like we would be talking in a shower, at a table, in a restaurant that has those half wall looking things that have those glass cubes. We all were just talking about what to do about something but I can't remember what it was. It wasn't the normal banter w/ these ppl but it didn't feel real off either. Dreams about these ppl come & go because my first husband was the bio dad to my oldest son & my twin daughters. My current husband is their dad however & I am the mom to our youngest son (his bio mom is not in the picture). I would have remembered more but my Meesha (cat) was all over me during the night. I found out she has worms so I guess she wasn't very comfortable but I bought her some meds today & hope she calms down.

+I am with "my family" that isn't my IRL family. I have parents, a little sister, and an older brother (one of the men is Bryan Cranston). We are eating dinner in a dimly lit room around a rectangular table. My brother and dad are across from me, my mom is next to me, and my sister is talking to us from a window opening to the kitchen. She shows us a piece of dark meat on a plate drenched in seeds. She says, "It's time for another ritual." My brother is jaundiced and his skin took on a dark orange hue, so we are referring to him as "The Bear". He became intubated and we assist him with some sort of ritualistic bathing process. Afterwards, when we get back to the table, he is very angry. My mother is frantically trying to change his behavior by doing a series of spells. She blesses the Mexican food on the table and we feed it to him. I am feeding him guacamole and potatoes.
+I am in a nail salon run by white, middle aged men. They brag about their environmentalism. Supposedly they have schutes to properly dispose of old nail polish and other chemicals. Their preferred payment method is in sex.
+I am getting ready for a class but I can't remember what time it starts. My classmates are there and my instructor M. was there. A classmate is complaining that my ziploc bags are difficult to close, unlike hers. I pack chicken for lunch and can't decide what shirt to wear.
+My sister gives birth, though she is standing and dressed. They hand the baby to her and she sobs, clutching it close. My mom yells at me to take the baby from her and do something. I grab the baby and am not sure what to do. I start cleaning the vernix off of it with its blankets but I run out of blankets. The baby is cold, naked, and crying. My mom tells me to swaddle it so I start to. My sister is now laying down properly and Dr. W says that the placenta won't come out and my sister is hemorrhaging. I open a 500 mL bag of Pitocin for her, handed to me by someone. I start cleaning up her work area for her.
+I'm shopping at the mall with a foreign lady. I keep seeing a Wet'n'Wild eyeshadow palette with a complete spectrum of colors for $50-60. Aunt L. asks if it's worth it and I tell her that it is. I want to shop but the foreign lady only wants to ride the escalators because she's never seen one before. I want to go up to the next floor and there is an escalator in sight but she heads towards the escalators on the other end of the building that are far away and out of sight. This happens twice. The escalators are unusually wide and very fast. As I'm going down one I experience a moment of bliss as I am able to appreciate the escalator from her point of view - new, exciting, mysterious, thrilling.

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My sister was threatening me for my laptop. I felt threatened (Dream Fragment)

On the bus

I was on the bus with a cousin of mine. He kept joking around with me and I felt angry and annoyed. I look out of the window and notice two of the exact same people sitting next to each on another bus.I wonder how I never noticed that.My cousin starts talking to me again and then he claims that he was talking to the girl who was sitting across from us.I forgot anything that happens after here.

The mad murderer

I was walking on a sidewalk near the edge of a park in this neighborhood. No one else was around, and I felt as though there was another person with me but that was earlier in the dream which I don't remember. I was walking with my french teacher and we were holding hands as though I was a little boy holding my mother's hand.Again, how do I not notice the awkwardness of this?We keep walking and this voice appears out of nowhere saying that there's a murderer around the area so apparently we were supposed to stay in the same place until further notice. I felt as though that voice was a policeman, so we both follow his orders. Suddenly, when looking behind us, a large group of people walking individually (they weren't walking together, they seemed to be separate) were approaching us. Some of them were covered in hoods. Me and the teacher decided that we should run because one of them might be the murderer. So we started casually walking away then start running. As we thought, a person from the group started sprinting towards us. We turn on a three way intersection, with us being in the middle, towards the right. We then turn left on this wide paved alleyway. We thought it was a dead-end but it really wasn't. Lol? I then yelled "Get away!" and whipped a plastic bag with something inside towards his right che. The murderer then started running away.Apparently murderers' weakness are plastic bags with unknown contents? I chased him all the way back towards the intersection, and by this time, due to lack of attention towards the teacher she ceased to exist. By this time, the group of people made their way towards the intersection and one of them body checked the murderer to the wall. Then he proceeded to tying him up with his limbs. He would put his legs in a sit-up position and put his arm under it, and would tie it in knots somehow. The murderer managed to escape, but he repeated his knots. I then had some other dreams I'm unaware of orI woke up.

I was at a martial arts class, not the martial arts class that I usually go to, and then I walked outside it was like Pittsburgh, and I saw Han Mi Martial arts (my martial arts school) doing a demo, and I told them I would have come, but they said it was just for advanced students not beginners so they didn't tell me. Then I crawled in through a net and tried to pull my way through, and Han Mi Martial arts said it was bad and I shouldnt and they would tell me later. I ended up in a large cafeteria and I realized I was dreaming. I ate a bar (dream food) and walked around looking for lemonade. I closed my eyes and opened them to test if I was dreaming or awake. Nothing happened and I decided I would probably stay asleep, so I walked around didn't find the lemonade, and then I woke up.

Earlier in the night, I had a false wake up, and I was in a large bedroom with a window and a door to outside. It wasn't my bedroom and I thought Im dreaming, I might be, but I doubted myself and was too afraid to go outside, and then I slipped into a different dream that I forget now.

Another dream I had last night was I walked to a high school to apply to be a creative writing teacher. The principal in the office told me that he had a spot for a teachers' aid but then the devil posessed me and I did something crazy and blacked out and then the principal told me what happened and told me to leave. I said but I want to be a creative writing teacher but they told me to leave.

I am standing in a tree-house. A boy with short, light brown hair stands across from me. He is looking up towards the heavens. I glance at him, then I look up. I look at him again: he is peaceful. His heart is radiating love, complete, unconditional love. He is thinking silently. We are both on DMT. An older, yet remarkably young, man walks in. He stands next to the boy - he is, perhaps, the boy's father or uncle. He is there to protect us. The tree house starts spinning, and there is a Kennywood sign in the distance. None of us are scared. It just is, and we are joyous. It spins and spins and spins.
Then I wake up, and the boy is gone. His father is gone. I want to meet them. God, were they real? I ask. I don't get a clear answer. I get an answer, I'm just not sure whether or not that answer came from God or my subconsciousness. He's Aaron Dottle's roommate in heaven. The father? Or uncle? I don't know.
I am laying down, my head is on my pillow. I try to savor the memory of the dream. Put it into my memory, remember what he looked like. I don't know his name. I stop thinking about Aaron's roommate - who I will meet someday - and shut my eyelids.
I am sitting in a room with a fireplace. There are tables with chairs. Couches. We are sitting discussing the Bible. It's one of those Upper Room dreams, the ones that make me want to go back to Pittsburgh and have fellowship with the Upper Room. I love them dearly...Jenna, Mike, Deirdre. We are all sitting together talking. There is complete honesty. None of us are judging. We are thinking about God, and Mike, the pastor, is teaching. We listen calmly, joyously. I ask them, "Have you seen Damon?" He is my soul-mate that I lost sight of, lost my chances with, but I know that, even though he pretends to hate me, he loves me as deeply as I love him. I gave away his secret. I can't tell you what it is. I hear, "He always asks, 'Have you seen Cali?'" and that makes me happy. Then I look down at my Bible. I read the words on the page. Do not be decieved: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows. Whoever sows to please their flesh, from the flesh will reap destruction; whoever sows to please the Spirit, from the Spirit will reap eternal life. Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good to all people, especially to those who belong to the family of believers. Galations 6:7-10 I look up from my green leather Bible. We discuss. I think, 'I'll never give up on Damon.' Then I see Damon outside of the window. He is looking in and the window is open. I stand up and jump out the window and Damon starts running. I am running after him, hearing And I'll be by your side, wherever you fall in the dead of night, whenever you call and please don't fight these hands that are holding you. My hands are holding you. Suddenly the running is all there is: me and Damon, in heaven, running and running. We don't stop. Our feet silently touch the fresh green grass.
I open my eyes slowly. I'm back in my bed, and Damon is nowhere to be found. I remember hearing Tenth Avenue North. I want to be by Damon's side, I think. And I know that God is by Damon's side. I think, I hope Damon becomes Christian before he dies. I don't want him to go to Hell. I know he will get out and I will see him. I'll wait by his bed. I'll watch him sleep. And when he opens his eyelids, he'll finally stop dreaming. I'll stay awake. We'll stay up all night talking, as if we were communicating telepathically.
We were. I know it, because he stabbed me, and I woke up. He read my mind. He told me, 'If you're right, I'm happy.' And I know that someday, he will love God as much as I do. (He didn't stab me, but for a while I thought he did because I felt a sharp pain in my heart)
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I was in a library with many floors. I was exploring the books. Then suddenly I was in a painting class. I was holding a paintbrush. I dipped it into skin color paint, and touched the brush to the blank page in front of me.
There have been many dreams of heaven swimming pools. In one of them, it was small and divided between lanes, and I had a vest on. Something felt wrong, and I asked, Where’s Jesus, because in the dream I thought I was in heaven but everything was so wrong. Then the dream changed. Someone found me and held my hand and walked with me to a different area. One that was peaceful and beautiful. And then the person lead me to the pool in a building. It was huge and the water was clear and there were lap lanes but not only lap lanes. There was a lifeguard and she was climbing up the chair where lifeguards sat. It made me realize that I wouldn’t drown; no one in heaven would ever let me drown. Then I awoke happy, happy that I changed my dream by asking for Jesus. It was sort of lucid dreaming.
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I let the nightmares go. I just let myself forget them. I am not that person that was dreaming. Night changes many thoughts, and it wasn’t real. So I can’t tell you what it was that made me think differently about God, but right now I love God, so that’s all that matters.

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I joined a gym. They have free exercise classes. Am I awake? Am I dreaming? I don’t think so. From now on I plan to question my consciousness…ask myself if I’m awake. Then someday I’ll ask myself, am I awake? While I am sleeping. Maybe I’ll have more lucid dream.
Come back to reality, wake from your lucid dream. Sometimes I am just a dreamer. I go through life in a dreamlike way, but now I am awake. I am awake because I hear music and I’m not in the tunnel machine that I often go through while I’m sleeping and dreaming. There isn’t that nightmarish cliff that I saw when I was dreaming about wanting to buy donuts in Pittsburgh. There was a cliff and a railing and a road below the cliff, and I was scared out of my mind.
I dreamt I was loving Sara Leticia, but I don’t remember the dream, but the essence was that she had room for me in her life, and that she was letting me into her life with Stefan. Before that I had a dream that I was doing back handsprings, and it was so easy and simple. One day, like in my many gymnastics dreams, I will do backhandsprings and back tucks and they will be simple and easy. After thousands of years of training, I will do gymnastics like the girl I wish I was, the girl I wish I grew up as.
Because I didn’t become that girl (yet), I became the girl that loves violin and writing. Sometimes I feel absolutely joyous listening to myself playing violin. Sometimes I feel bored playing violin, not loving the sound I’m making, so I put my violin away, and I go someplace quiet to sit and think. Later I pick up the violin again and try to make it sing.
I had a dream where I was in heaven and running. There was a staircase that went down millions of feet and then a lovely green hill. Wherever I was I just kept running. Then I found some people and we were looking at rocks and gently putting them in the water. I found a red and black rock that looked like a beating heart. Someone said, "Look for a Jesus colored rock." I said, the rock I found is red and that's the color of the blood He shed to save us. Earlier in the dream I was sharing clothing that a boy was wearing, we swapped clothing. When I woke up it was like there was a rock laying on top of my chest, I couldn't move and it was scary. The lesson I learned: just keep running, just keep holding on, because there will be God's light somewhere in the distance, and you will find it, you will dream it, you will hold onto God's love. Just keep running through the rocky terrain and you will find a beautiful garden.

Dream 2.

I had a dream that Gaggy was keeping me and my mom prisoner inside a large house. Gaggy is my dead grandmother who is in heaven now. I'm obviously afraid of her. I was outside by a barbed wire fence and I saw Frank Ross Triptastical on the other side. I couldnt climb over I was weak. I asked Frank to help me and he said but you never helped me. So I said I will now I'd rather be a smudge. (I am reading a book where society is divided into people who stay up at night, the smudges, and people who live during the day, the rays. the rays oppress the smudges and remove their pineal glands when they are babies. terrible right? Its called "Plus One"). Anyways, Frank climbed the fence and went inside the fence still outside. He dropped his backpack and helped me climb over. We walked to where there was trees and left the backpack there. We were going to walk around but heard footsteps and thought it was Gaggy, but it turned out to be my friend Kirstin and another girl. We hugged them happy to see them. Inside the house Gaggy had been yelling at me and hurting me but I escaped. I believe that the devil was pretending to be Gaggy to hurt me and to make me be afraid of Gaggy because in the dream Gaggy my grandmother was wicked but she isn't in real life. I told Frank I would help him so I have to help him. I couldn't find him on facebook so I prayed for him and I will keep praying for him.

Dream 1/Earlier.

In an earlier dream that I recalled later, a group was doing ballet inside or outside I dont remember, and I saw my friend Polly's daughter Emma doing ballet with them, and I walked towards the group and started to dance with them. There was a ballet teacher in the front of the group. When I walked into the group Emma morphed into a different little girl. I danced some and fell on the ground and did a pose on the ground but I was stuck on the ground and couldn't move. The dance teacher said if she was going to use me she could only use me as a prima ballarina, as a dance soloist, because of the large way I dance. I forget the beginning and end of the dream I know there was more but it's lost to me.

I was with people from my school and we were going somewhere, I wasn't sure where so I just went along with them. We get to the top floor and I hear people talking about some film and which way they were going. Then I realized that around me there were 3 different paths I could go, each one lead to somewhere different. I selected a path, i'm not sure why I took this path. I remember seeing writing on the wall that said 'Mindfulness'. I carried along down the path and it looked like I was walking into someones house. There were 3 different rooms in front of me, I took the empty one towards the left and there was a TV in front of me and one towards the left of the room, which had a couch in front of it. I sat down and there were a few people around which I never recognised, one of them said to me that everyone else was in the other room, so I went off that way. This room had the same sort of layout, but there were people I knew around, I sat down and the film was on. Then i'm pretty sure I woke up.

I was "taking a stroll" in the End (Minecraft) so then all of a sudden, an Enderman stopped and was staring at me.. I just ignored it and continued walking, so all of a sudden, I turn around and he runs towards me AND EATS ME!! D:

I know i had more dreams then one, but i remember only one...

I was at sportshall and i was playing futsal with my friend and other people i don't know.

There was strange scoreboard, and every player had a buttons in hands i could simple just increase the score...

Was kinda weird.

This is the first time i've ever written my dream down and the first time im using this journal. ( This dream isn't in that much detail because im writing it around 6 hours after i've woken up )

I had a non-lucid dream last night, it was pretty fun, me and 3 other friends were staying in a apartment with some girls from our school, I don't know how but we ended up in a desert running away from aload of silly people ( its hard to explain ) its like they were trying to catch us, but when they had the opportunity they didn't? So we ran past a load of tents into some mini tent which was reserved just for me, it was hilarious because there were 3 people outside of the tent that tried to grab us but they slipped and went rolling back straight through a wall! Then after we all had a conversation together about how fun that was and then I ended up in a changing room and I was getting changed into a costume. Was a weird, silly but hilarious dream

Im currently practicing for a DILD/MILD on the weekend which I may try a WBTB. Its cool because I can't really remember the time I had my last nightmare, I just have really fun dreams so im looking forward to my lucid dreams

There is a man in a plane, he is talking through a speaker. He says something about it being time to go to sleep and then says goodbye. I begin to freak out and I see him crash the plane.

I fell asleep at 4am and dreamed about The Sims and one of my professors. (I'd seen this professor the other day around town and said hi, remembering that spring break is over and I go back tomorrow ). So I had gone back to class and he was trying this new thing. He wanted us to play The Sims and create ourselves or something. A starter house.

I remember thinking, really? I've been playing this game for 12 years and you want us to play the original version. (I really have been playing that long, I just counted it up and Wow, I'm a loser. lol) Anyway, in the dream I was all big-headed and knew I would be the best player there. lol. I realize how silly that sounds, but I was really excited to show my "simmin'" skills.

So I play for a little bit and remember thinking how weird the first game was since I've been playing the third for so long now. So simple and I really might as well go make myself a paper doll house and put on a pretty pink school girl dress.

So I'm sitting at this computer for a while and I'm looking around at other people playing the game. Their screens look different than mine and not in any physical way in how they appeared, but they seemed different, brighter and more new than mine. Still, not in appearance, I guess in my head.

I don't know, dreams are so weird.

Anyway, a few people start getting up and leaving and my professor is telling them goodbye, see ya thursday. I get up and say, wow, is it time to leave already? I start grabbing my things and realize that a few students had stayed and were sitting in a circular group on the floor in the middle of the room. My professor was with them and they had looked at me when I spoke. I saw that the clock on the wall read 5:42, but it wasn't a digital clock or anything so it looked a lot bigger than usual and it's a fuzzy picture, but hey, I knew the time. I realized we still had another 45 minutes of class left.

I asked him if we could go and he said yea, that's fine. I turn to leave but I notice the look on my professor's face. His eyes are bright and he's smiling at me. I stop and say, well, I guess I can hang out with you guys for a bit. I go to join the group and wake up at 6am with my son in his bed, ready to eat some breakfast.

I was actually enjoying the dream. So I was little upset to wake up from it. I really don't know why, it wasn't anything spectacular. Sometimes good dreams don't even seem all that great when you're in them, but when you wake up, you realize you were having a good time.

I need to quit playing The Sims, but they do have an interesting way of working into your dreams. When I was 12 or so my aunt had the game at her house and we didn't have a computer. I'd stay with her for a week or so every now and then and I remember getting really hooked on that game. She'd let me stay up all night and play it.

When I had gone home the next few weeks I kept having dreams about playing. I remember even at 12 that playing in the dream was a lot more fun than in real life. I knew I could do so much more with it in my dream. Interestingly enough, that's around the same time I had my first lucid dream.

When I recall the dreams I had about The Sims back then, I think I might've been lucid in a few of those. Of course, definitely not realizing what it was or how important it would be to me later on in life.

I'm trying to improve my recall, and this is the first long dream of the week;

I am in a (dream) house (dream, meaning random, something I haven't seen before), in some sort of sleepover with my sister and her children and some random people (about 8+ people).
(Insert dream memory here) We end up in some forest, this part is especially blurry, were in a circle I think, some random bum is talking weird, and mentions something about the green leafs having healing abilities, he had like a pot of boiling water with green leaves in it or something, it smelled funny (green leafs from an RPG game on my phone :p) and then said something important which I don't remember, kinda like "Also, never forget that..." <-- this is important as it affects my dream later on. I wake up.

I go back to sleep, I switch dreams, or remember a fragment from another one, I ended up in my English class, my English teacher is talking about dream recall, and saying how important it is to have a dream journal.. (lol) Anyways, I am in some bus and I have some sort of metal object in my hand that shines a laser light. Some guy in a suit walks in and sits down in the seat across from mine, he is looking for something, I feel a bit scared, as if I have the thing he is looking for. The guy in front of me, has a large orange object, I didn't look at it clearly, the guy in the suit has a large man following him (his body guard). He pulls out an FBI badge, and sort of announces it to everyone, "I am an FBI agent" he pulls out some paper and mentions about how he has the license to kill to solve cases, "he can kill me if he wanted to" I think in my head. (yes this is unreasonable) So then he says a few other things and his bodyguard sort of makes fun of him by saying "Sure, mr. Green" a reservoir dogs reference, dunno how it made sense in the dream, I point my laser at the orange thing object the person in front of me carried. (I forget what happens after this) I end up in a forest with a group of people, and we are all wounded. I am sort of limping forward through the forest, incredible worn out, wounded (and safe in my bed xD). It's all a bit blurry, I think I am either the least wounded, or something I end up ahead of the pack, them being about 50 meters behind me in the (colorful btw) forest. I have a flashback? I remember the bum talking about the green leafs being able to heal. To my right I see a bunch of neon colored plants, purple, pink, orange... and green! I limp to it, and turn around to tell the people behind me, I see one of them fall to the ground, I think, man he/she didn't make it, maybe I can go give that person some after I heal myself (I see the situation as a game, where you simply heal and recover from serious fatal damage). Then I see (there was 3 people) the other 2 people fall as well, I am scared. I see the FBI agent clearly (even though he was at a distance), he had his business clothes ripped, his shirt ripped to his shoulders, and his pants looked like shorts. He had something red in his hand, and was walking towards me, "this is it" I think, I thought he had a gun, but I later see it's a knife (lucky me). He walks towards me, and I limp away, my limp later turned into jogging, as I remembered that important thing that bum said to me in the previous dream (I don't remember) haha I know it was important, because it helps me run. I step into an industrialized urban city with grey like colors. I see the agent come towards me, and I think about what the bum said to me. I know think, "Should I run away? (because I healed?), or fight him and ask him what he means?" I knew he was a dream character that represented something, but I didn't know I was in a dream!!!. So I still feared for my life. He is but a few meters away from me, he starts doing some crazy Bruce Lee like things as a way of taunting me, yelling in karate yells. He has a shuriken-like weapon the size of my backpack and he uses it like a nunchuck. I think maybe I could fight him a little and then ask him, or I can ask him and then fight. Still concerned for my life I decided to simply ask him, and maybe he would go away. I point my finger at him and say, "What do you represent?", His voice distorts as he says (well it is calm/yelled/spoken at the same time) "(something something) the one that you want." I think he might have said I'm the one that you want but I can't be too sure, as he said that I noticed waking up.

Myself and two girls, whom I feel are my sisters, (I do not have any sisters is real life) are at what seems to be my elementary school at night. The ground is under a thick layer of water, roughly 2-3 feet high (75-110 cm). A play fight/war involving water powers and water balloons between two factions of students is occurring. I am ducked behind some walls and suddenly the sisters come to my side to help, we talk about our situation. Suddenly a black/purple butterfly comes near the area, it is what feels like my mother (It is not actually my mom but it is the closest feeling I can describe, she has long black hair {My mom has blonde mid-length hair}. The butterfly morphs into a more human figure and also begins helping in the water wars. Water is parted and the opposite side loses, by what rules, I have no idea! After being aided by these 3 girls we all run out of the area; the water has cleared from the ground and I pass the classroom where I was taught in 5th and 6th grade. As we exit, I see that my 2 sisters and mother have changed shape. 1 sister becomes a bug, like a roach,beetle, or ladybug. The other sister is also some variant of bug. The mom is back to being a butterfly I think. I don't change but instead keep up by skipping backwards, calmly keeping pace, almost like dancing. I nearly step on one sister. The moon is out (It has been throughout the dream and it shines like an almost ethereal, full white moon). As we exit school via a staircase that is connected to the school, 1 sister (younger?) darts up the street, turning a right at the end of the street. My other sister and I follow up to the next entrance of the school (which is at the top of the next street, rather than where we exited). The younger sister is standing there alone and in tears. She is encompassed by a red aura that affects even the sky around us. This aura feels sadistic and I see that she has what appears to be a billhook. The older sister and myself are not afraid but rather melancholic and understanding, we comfort her and the younger sister accepts it. The scene (not necessarily dream) changes and our lives seemingly pass in an almost movie like montage. We are in a hot-spring. The mom is there but I have trouble focusing in on her. The 2 sisters and I watch each other and keep close and embrace tightly (in a kinship kinda way)...Suddenly credits out of no where!!! Some credits like you would see at the end of a movie pop out and my perception is no longer 1st person but rather watching the credits and a still-frame of myself and the sisters. The credits appear to be either Chinese or Japanese...I wake up as they end.

This is the dream that made me interested in dreaming, and lucid dreaming.


I am biking home from school. Someone had broken my Plastic ocarina that I'd brought in, and it is crumbling to pieces like foil.

Whilst biking, I see Ronan Parke, except he doesn't look like Ronan Parke. He has short, brown, weedy hair and I only catch a glimpse of him standing in an archway of a medieval castle-like building with lots of doors and arches. I walk into the building and open a door. All of a sudden there are several over people with me, yet I can't remember their faces. A massive, spiky cartoon lion head bursts out and tries to grab me. The others fight him off whilst I slam the door.



Looks like this, but with a lot more spikes, colours and ferociousness.



I move on to another door, and I am on the sidelines of a film set, even though we were standing around a medieval courtyard. I am watching the filming of Link visiting a fairy house. I get bored, so I grab a security camera and try to break it, or push it away. Some people become annoyed at me because I was blocking the camera.
I am watching a premier Inn advert, with Lenny Henry in it.
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