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This is a bit of a late entry, albeit my first dream journal entry, but nevertheless I remember some of my dream. I mainly remember traversing around the upstairs portion of a mix between my high school and college, it's main feature being a wide set of stairs that goes down to the first floor. I suddenly felt dizzy near the staircase and fell on my knees, just a few inches away from the stairs. I looked up and saw one of my previous teachers -- my Digital Electronics teacher -- and said hi to him. I had the knowledge of myself graduating, so my teacher looked a bit surprised to see me. He was wearing a red long-sleeved shirt and had khaki pants accompanied with black shoes; I then went forward and proceeded down the stairs, tumbling to the bottom...

... I then questioned the fact of not feeling any pain. At the bottom, I realized I was dreaming, but I hadn't reacted quick enough to my fading scenery. Upon waking up, I had done no attempt at a DEILD or a WILD, for the thought of doing so didn't cross my mind. In order to have stayed in my dream, I could've rubbed my hands together, or I could've stayed perfectly still when I awoke, in order to possibly enter the dream again. I didn't, though, but I must be wary of the options in the future.

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm on my laptop, playing one of the mini-games within Petpet Park, when the game interrupts me with a pop-up notification saying that I've set a score record and asking me to fill in the name I want to display next to the record. I type in my player character's name. As soon as I finish typing it, it changes to a completely different, longer name. I think, Computers don't usually change what you've typed after you've typed it. I must be dreaming! I reach up and pinch my nose and, just as I had expected, feel that otherworldly sensation of being able to breathe through it. I feel a strong surge of excitement and happiness.

Suddenly, I find myself lying in my bed in my current bedroom. Still knowing perfectly well that I'm dreaming, I climb out of bed and walk out of the room and down the stairs. I hop down the last few steps, enjoying the way it takes me a couple of seconds to float down and land as gently as a feather on the floor, unlike in reality. In the living room, where the stairs end and where the ceiling is high, I float into the open space like a balloon for a few moments. I'm having a great time.

Then I decide to go out the front door. I start trying to go through it intangibly, thinking, I know I can do this. I've done it before. I can see the door and its interior, which are dark brown, and then the front yard as I begin to go through the door. I don't get all the way through it, though. I end up walking out onto the front path, then realizing that I've made a hole in the door with my face, and my face is still stuck through it; I've brought it with me. “This is stupid,” I say. I peel it off and toss it aside; it feels like it's made of thin plastic.

Now that I'm outside, I start floating again. I see two dogs in somebody’s yard and start flying higher, making sure I'm out of their reach in case they try to jump up and attack me. [Darn irrational fears. I have that one in real life, too. I know I could have confronted it and perhaps reduced its hold through this dream, but it didn't occur to me to do so at the time.] However, the dogs do no such thing. I continue flying, and think, It's good that I'm in my own neighborhood, and it looks just like it does in reality. [Except that it didn't, not quite. The street turned to the right in the dream at a place where it dead-ends in reality.] Down on the street, I see two cartoony-looking kids named Sam and Sarah talking to each other. At some point during their conversation, I woke up.

Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm in the parking lot of the office complex where I work. I suddenly think: I distinctly remember going to Toastmasters yesterday morning, then to work, but I haven't had any time off work since then. [I go to Toastmasters on Friday mornings, and I have the weekends off.] How did I get here? I'm here out of sequence, and I don't remember coming here. Oh, s*** – I must be dreaming. I pinch my nose and can breathe. Yep, I'm dreaming.

I decide to climb the outdoor stairs to the back door of my office. It only takes me four strides to get to the top of a staircase that I know has 14 or 15 steps. [Again, this was an example of that dream phenomenon where you focus on arriving at your intended destination and quickly arrive there, having “fast-forwarded” through the act of getting there.] I figure that the door is probably locked because it's not business hours, so there shouldn't be anyone inside. I attempt to use my dream ability to become intangible and walk through things to get into the office, but it doesn't work. The door remains solid to me. However, I quickly discover that the door is, in fact, unlocked, and just open it. [Apparently, my brain likes to do things in the simplest way possible.]

The office looks exactly like it does in reality, except that there is a large, round, pink toy Jigglypuff sitting on the reception desk. This makes me laugh. [In real life, that desk is decorated only with pictures of the occupant's kids, who are now young adults, and some artificial plants. The occupant would never even own such a thing, much less display it on her desk.] I think, That's a random thing for my brain to put there!

I wander into my boss's office. There is a small, clear plastic bag of broken crayon pieces on his desk, mostly blue, orange, and green. It makes sense for them to be there, because he has young children. I pick up a crayon piece and contemplate eating it, but I think that that wouldn't be very nice, because these crayons belong to the boss's kids. Then I think, The real $Boss is never going to know, and pick up a small piece and swallow it. As in my previous lucid, I can feel it, but the sensation is weaker than it would be in real life.

I go back out to the main room, where the reception desk is, and stand just to one side of it. I hear my boss's voice as he comes up the indoor stairway. Then my boss comes into the office through the front door, followed by his entire family. I'm naked [as I have been throughout this dream, but I haven't felt the embarrassment that I usually feel in my dreams that involve nudity]. At first I stay where I am, thinking, I don't mind if he sees me. It's just a dream, after all. But the force of the social taboo overwhelms me, despite my conscious effort to resist it, and I try to hide behind the reception desk. He doesn't appear to take any notice of me at all.

I run back out the back door, down the stairs, and into the parking lot. I see that it's nighttime. I say aloud, “Well, I can bloody well make it daytime!” I attempt to change the dream scene from night to day by closing my eyes, turning in a circle while thinking about what I want to have happen, and then opening them again. It doesn't work. It's still nighttime.

Then the dream shifts. It looks like the new scene is rising up from behind the foreground of the first scene, then replacing it. [That's the best I can describe it; I don't remember the transition really well.] I say, “Cool!”

I'm now indoors, in a portable classroom filled with school desks. I'm wearing regular clothes again, too. There are students and teachers here. One of the teachers starts singing “Amazing Grace,” and I sing along. We sing the entire first verse. I think, Cool. I've been wanting to sing an entire song in a dream. I know there' s more than just that one verse, but I feel like I've accomplished that goal.

The classroom starts to fly. It flies over a cityscape that I know is in China. We're heading out toward the ocean.

[There was another dream scene after this one, but I don't remember much about it. I know it was indoors, and I think it involved me and my mom searching for and trying to identify the perpetrator of a crime.]

Fragment

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I remember Raphael with nunchucks.
In the same part of the city as the other dream.

Dream

My lesson in media studies had finished and me and my friends were walking down the stairs. We walked and sat down on some chairs where another guy was talking about the riots and said the police told him to "Do something with the girls or go home".

After that I saw my friend walking with a water bottle. I think I squeezed it and it went into his face. He did it to me after and then I got him with a cheap shot with the bottle. I then ran away really fast up all the stairs with him in chase and then down all 3 flights of stairs and back to the agora.

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I’m in a building that is something like a conference center. There is a conference/camp event going on here for students in the $Program program. [Name has been hidden to prevent members of the program from finding this journal.] Most of the people attending the conference are teenagers and young adults. I go from the hallway through a door into one of the conference rooms, where there is a check-in and registration table set up. It’s covered with the papers that belong to that schema: lists of registered attendees, conference schedules and other materials for the conference, and calendars of upcoming events. I check in, then take a look at the calendar and see that there’s an overnight event coming up that includes attending a local high school’s football game. I want to go, but I think it conflicts with something else that I have going on.

At this conference, each $Program group that is attending has a different nickname or theme; my group is the “villains” group. The check-in table for each group is in a different room. After I've checked in, I walk back out into the hallway and encounter a girl, my age or a little younger, looking for her check-in room. Her name tag reads “Eliza.” I encourage her to join one of the “good” groups [by which I mean, any group that isn't villains-themed], because she's new to $Program. I expect that I'll be the only one from my $Program group who participates in the larger group activities offered by the conference, because everyone else in my group is an older adult and most of the other conference attendees are teenagers or young adults. Besides, LN teaches high school for a living; she probably doesn't want to spend her off-hours with teenagers, too.

I start climbing the stairs to the second floor of the building to get to the conference meeting rooms. There are two flights of stairs that cross in an X in midair, joining together at the point where they cross to form a platform. A third, smaller flight of stairs extends down from this platform to the floor I want to get to. There are others climbing the stairs along with me.

[I don’t remember the transition, but] I’m outside the building I was just in. I’m on a beautiful college campus. It has trees, grass, and winding, paved paths between the buildings. The ground is not level, but contoured, rolling up and down. In this scene, I realize that I’m dreaming. [I don’t remember why or how; I just did.] I jump/float down one of the inclines, grabbing a handful of grass at the bottom of the incline as I land on another path, which [I think] has a low wall that stands between the path and the incline I've just jumped/floated over. I'm touching it to keep the dream stable by engaging my senses. It feels like real grass and is very soft and supple. I walk down the path I've just landed on, heading toward a small tree, covering ground much more quickly than I would in reality. [Here, I experienced that phenomenon I've read about here on DV where, in order to get somewhere in a dream, you focus on your intention to arrive there and suddenly, there you are, having skipped over the boring part where you traveled there.] When I reach the small tree, I touch it, wrapping my hand around its narrow trunk. It feels rough, like a real tree. I'm just happily enjoying being in a dream.

A little further along the path, just beyond the small tree, is a large, square, paved area, in front of the entrance to a building. A woman is standing in this area, alone. She’s older and has wispy brown hair, which she wears up in a loose bun. She has lines and wrinkles on her face, and has a patch of shiny, lavender-pink eyeshadow all over the center of her face. She’s wearing a long dress the same color as the eyeshadow.

I suddenly recall the current Task of the Month [which I had just looked up, just before going to bed]. I approach the woman. In the distance, behind me, I can hear all the teenagers and young adults who are attending the conference/camp singing together:

“Day-oh, day-oh. Da-a-ay-oh, da-a-ay-oh. Daylight come and me wanna go home.”

I sing along with the young people as they begin the next repetition of this segment of music: “Day-oh.” As I sing, I look right at the older woman, expecting her to sing along, too.

“Day-oh,” she mumbles softly, looking down shyly at the ground to my left.

“Da-a-ay-oh,” I sing to her, still looking at her and expecting her to sing along.

“Da-a-ay-oh,” she mumbles, still looking down. I figure that she simply lacks confidence in her singing voice and encourage her by saying enthusiastically to her, “Come on, you can do it!”

“Daylight come and me wanna go home,” she sings, now looking up and demonstrating self-confidence. She proves to have a beautiful singing voice.

Pleased, I continue singing along with the young people, who have been singing the song all this time. The older woman continues singing along as well. “Come, Mr. Tally-Man, tally me banana. Daylight come and me wanna go home.”

Somewhere in the midst of those two lines, the dream faded and I woke up, probably because I was so excited about having completed the Task of the Month for the first time since February.

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Side notes:
I just looked up what the current Tasks of the Month were last night. I think this knowledge helped motivate me to want to have a lucid dream. I'm thrilled that I completed the basic task the same night! The euphoria from my achievement lasted for several hours into my waking day.
I'm also excited to have used a new dream control ability for the first time. I'd read that you could control what happened in your dreams, including controlling the actions of DCs, by expecting particular things to happen, but this was the first time I'd ever actually done it.

I was at a formal or something it began like it was in the past when everyone was younger but then its like the dream decided it was in the present time after all, we were all sitting down and i couldn't find my friends so i sat with some girls i use to be friends with but no longer were, i was being rude to them by sticking my finger up at them and they were half shocked and half amused, they ended up going away from me and i was scared i was alone, and i felt awkward, from a distance i could see my friends and went over to them, we all went into another section of the building which seemed to be a shop, i lost them again and walked around aimlessly, until i saw another of my friends, Mary in the card store buying cards for everyone. i felt relieved and went to go find her, it was a tight squeeze in the cards store but i got in there and she was buying graduation cards for everyone, i was going to get one to so i went to look but couldn't find one i liked. Me and Mary went into another shop which was like coles or huge food store, and heard music, on our way out we jumped to the music into the air and landed gracefully all across the rest of the shopping center, i got off balanced while she kept walking and had to lean on the side of a shop to push myself up and start walking, whilst trying to not fall i lost her again.

I went out of the shop trying to find someone i knew again. I went down stairs were it was a carnival. Some other girl Crystal came to me that wasn't a friend of mine but she had lost hers so we walked around together, Mary finally found me and we walked off together with Crystal. We all ended up meeting with an old friend of mine ashleigh with her mum and we walked together.

We walked into this room which had a stairway. ashleigh said it was great fun and we should all go together. we went into the stairway and it was getting smaller and thinner, in the end to get down the stairs you needed to lay on your stomach and try to slide through the hole. once everyone got through we noticed that there was 3 tiny little steps that we could of walked across to get to the same place.

Once we entered the game begun we had to find a way to open some kind of a door or window. I found a switch which i pressed and it made something in the other room buzz, we went to inspect. Other people from my school were also in the room, but not just from my highschool but from my uni too. Me and Mary saw a pretty vintage phone on the wall and i was really upset for not bring my SLR camera and i asked Mary if she had one she said she didn't bring it but she had a normal camera. I said well i don't need a normal camera i need a SLR. so i went back into the previous room to find my bag which had a normal camera in it that i could use anyway so i went and saw it on the table, ashleighs mum was still sitting there and so was 2 other girls from my uni... the end?

I am in a house, or maybe a abandoned warehouse. I am upstairs and I am looking around, I can see that there is no furniture here and it looks abandoned, it's pretty dark, there are no lights on. I am with a young boy, he is only about 11 or 12. I look about because I can hear a noise coming from somewhere, I am walking towards the stairs, I am now stood at the top of them. The noise is coming from them so I look about and inbetween the wall and the stairs i see a rectangular piece of hollow metal, I look a bit closer and realise that air is being blown from it, I am thinking that it may be some sort of air conditioning vent or something. I turn round and walk back into the center of the room, I am now standing next to the young boy. I see small ghost like figures that are starting to surround us. I look to my left and see a shadowy figure move quickly past and dissapear behind a box or something. It's still quite dark and I really can't see very well atall. Me and the young boy are now screaming our lungs out, I am petrified of these ghostly figures, I am holding the boy trying to keep him and myself safe. I can feel the ghost like creatures touching my arse, they are grabbing at it tightly and it's scaring me. They are all around us and are trying to scare us. I look forward and I am looking into the room that adjoins ours, it is bright in the center of the room, like a bright area of light. I can see a lady in the room where the light is, she is sitting on a wooden chair. She is an oldish lady, her clothes are colourfull and she has short grey curly hair. She is calling to the boy, she says " call out your Mothers name and they will be gone" The boy shouts back "NO!". I grab him and shake him, I am now scared out of my wits I scream to him "tell me her name, say her name" again he says "NO" I drag the boy and take him to the lady in the next room, I say to her " Maybe you can get it out of him so i'll leave it to you" She says to him over and over " say your mothers name " , he is screaming really badly, it sounds nasty and angry then out of nowhere he yells "ROACH" I think "bingo, thats it" I am now yelling "ROACH, ROACH" I am saying it louder directly to his face, he begins to scream painfully louder, I am looking at him and his body begins to dry up and wrinkle, suddenly he falls to the floor, I am shocked and I am looking at him, he is now just a dried up corpse, he is grey in colour. I am looking around and notice that all the ghost like creatures have now gone, I look back to the lady and she smiles to me. I am now walking towards the stairs, I am stepping carefully down them as it's still quite dark. The stairs is made from concrete there is no carpet on them. I get to the bottom and am now looking into the room infront of me, I see blue...it's a man but just the top half of him, he isn't human he is like ice and he is very wide, the edges of him are pointed and his eyes are very bright. I am again petrified, I think he is one of the bad ones but then he smiles to me. He is pointing to a board that is on the wall to his right, it has like diamonds or small red lights around it. He says something to me but I can't remember what, I think it was something like "see you won!". He looks very scary but he's not, he's actually really nice like the other lady.

Real life Dream Lucid Nightmare Dream sign Thoughts

Hey guys! It's been a long time. I've had a dry spell of lucid dreams and recall, a long one, but I'm coming back! I'm starting to remember dreams again.

School fire alarm dream
A dream. It seems like a nightmare in the end though.
I'm visiting another school in this dream. I'm in the gym at this school, doing stuff; can't remember what. After a while, we were finally done and we were exiting the gym. Up the stairs, there were two sides, the left one marked with "GIRLS" and the right one marked with "BOYS". However a large group of boys AND girls were all sitting on the "GIRLS" side, with no one on the other. I said to the group, "You don't all have to cram together on one side, you know..." and some of the boys agreed, and decided to go to the "BOYS" side.

I kept going up the stairs and crawled through the first set of dwarf doors. They were tiny! "So how do you like the gym?" someone said. "The gym is great! Getting out is the problem." I replied. "Yeah..." she agreed. Not wanting to crawl through the second set of doors, I looked for another way out. I saw some deep red fire escape stairs, the kind that swing into place, except slightly different. I asked "Can we use those without setting the alarm?" with a reply of yes. Someone jumped off the top of the stairs to the bottom, without deploying the stairs. I decided I would use the stairs, as they were not cramped at all. I pulled out a little red pin which allowed the stairs to swing into place. The second I did so, The fire alarm went off.

It looks like I set off the alarm on purpose! Oh no! I left the stairs, frowning, and crammed through the second set of doors. A steady stream of people was leaving the building, all because of me. The alarm didn't sound like anything I had heard at school. It was like an analog version of the Star Trek "Red Alert" sound. With the combination of all the weird things that had happened, in addition to the strangeness of the alarm, I got this creeping feeling I was dreaming.

I wasn't lucid enough to try anything, and even if I was, this is a lucid nightmare. Chances are I wouldn't have fun in it. I decided to do the one solution I thought of: Wake up. I closed my eyes really hard, which usually brings me to reality, however it didn't work. I started rolling around with my eyes closed and I woke up.

What a dream. At least I could remember it! I've had problems with recall lately.

[This is a catch-up post. These dreams are from the night of July 10-11, 2011.]

I'm in Sunday school, and we're playing a game-show-style game in which I am the lovely assistant. The contestant on the game show is creating a piece of ceramic art using a pottery wheel.

I'm in a large van that has stone benches instead of regular seats. The van is filled with good friends of mine, and we're watching something good on TV. The van morphs into an airplane, and I disembark.

The interior of the airport where I've landed is windowless, and the walls, floor, and ceiling are all a flat, industrial, dark gray color. The building has multiple, unequal, uneven levels with stairs leading from one to another. There is one very tangled staircase that takes you up, down, around, and across, turning several corners and going in several different directions, as you go from the bottom of it to the top. [It doesn't loop, though; it has a beginning and an end that are on different levels of floor, but it also has a ridiculous number of convolutions in between that make no sense.] I walk this entire staircase, from beginning to end.

I'm walking around trying to find baggage claim, but I can't; I get lost. I'm carrying three plastic tokens, which I'm supposed to use to claim my bags. I pass a large bag inspection checkpoint, and another checkpoint specifically for people who are traveling with marijuana plants. There are lines of people waiting at both checkpoints. Each person in the line for the latter checkpoint is carrying either a marijuana plant, or some cuttings from one. They're not forbidden on flights, they just have to be inspected first. I also pass behind the back side of the security checkpoint.

I try to climb into an area full of junk. I meet a small boy who decides to follow me into the area.

[Separate dream.] P. and I [I think] are fighting over the scheduling of our showers and hair-drying. I apologize for the fact that I have to wash my hair every day because it's so hot. I try to rush through my shower.

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Side notes:
This night was my very first night in my new place of residence. When I woke up in my new room for the first time and recalled my first dream there, my reaction was, “Hmm. I got lost in a confusing place. That isn't very reassuring.”

I'm going through what I feel is the Catholic ceremony of Confirmation at my old high school, but it is nothing like the actual event. Instead, each candidate and his or her sponsor walks together to the altar, where the sponsor presents a large wooden cross to the candidate. A preparatory sacrament of communion is also performed with great importance. The line to do the ceremony snakes around and out of the chapel proper, up and down a flight of stairs. I'm behind my old high school classmate K.C., who is complaining about the wait. The line doesn't move for some time, then suddenly lurches forward. My mom and brother are in the pews watching me; I let other classmates like J.V. go ahead so I can talk with my family. I notice that my brother's head is in a microwave, which does strike me as odd. I then loop through the line, debating whether I'll get communion or not. I get my wooden cross from college professor Dr. R., then end up getting the host from my own mom and feel guilty about it. Apparently she also feels guilty, varying the usual formula with "I don't believe this is the body of Christ."

Ah, horrible recall last few days finally broken.

1. My friend P.M. is renting a camper from a couple of Russian guys. He drives me to it, but when we arrive it's really a dump. He brushes it off and says he has something more important to show me. He's apparently invented a time machine! The dream transitions to a futuristic room, containing a machine with five chambers. In one chamber, a man in Renaissance garb is sent to his native time. In another, an alien that looks like a dolphin is sent into the future. Yet another chamber contains a single banana, which is sent somewhere unknown. I crack a smile at that absurdity. Finally, two quarreling lovers are sent somewhere. I false awaken and start to dream journal about it, then actually awaken (big failed RC, and screw you subconscious).

2. I'm a journalist, currently skulking around an abandoned African city. I go through the corridors and stairways of a dark factory, looking for the focus stone of a changeling child.

1. I'm in a store that sells an odd combination of hardware tools and traditional games. I go to the basement, where there seem to be mostly tools. There's a door in the basement room, though, which leads to another room with wizard robes and hats lining the shelves. Yet another door opens into the store's main office, in which the employees have set up an Xbox. There's a DDR setup on the console and I indulge myself.

2. I'm playing an MMORPG with a strange blend of fantasy and sailing set on the East Coast of the USA. There are five races, including a species of intelligent giraffe people called the E'loi who can only speak under specific conditions. They can talk either to members of the warrior class, or they can talk to anyone while their heads are submerged in a tank of water with fish in it. My brother and I spend some time messing around with the boating mechanics, and I manage to strand my E'loi character's boat on a street.

1. I place a mail order for two large grey discs of "questionable literary material." They arrive in my backyard at a bad time, as I'm playing something with my brother and my mom is on the patio talking. I keep my cool and wait until night to bring them in, but both parents are still puttering around. My dad goes outside to get a radio; I perceive him like guard from Metal Gear Solid. I make a mad dash past him with the discs under my arm, then run up the stairs, stash them under my bed and get ready to go back out. My brother then enters, dressed in a little green man alien costume.

2. I'm playing some sort of Disney/Halo crossover game. Its first level is a straightforward run and gun with an HMG, but the second is sniper mission that my dad and I can't beat. I scan a crowd of faces with my scope, but don't see the character I'm supposed to kill. I shrug and give up, and the sniper nest turns into a hotel room.

3. I'm biking at a local college, where I see my friend C.W. I invite him to have lunch with me.

1. I'm in a bar, relaxing somewhat awkwardly at a table with my frenemy H.B. and his girlfriend J.J. The interior reminds me of a bar in my old college town, but the view out the windows is that of a bustling supermarket in my hometown. H. asks for a pitcher of water as I start texting with my own girlfriend. I turn around and notice that the bar proper is taken up by a line of sorority girls, dressed in black Playboy bunny costumes for a frat party.

2. I decide to go to my old grade school, touring it in a suit, but while doing so I run into people from all levels of schooling. John M. from high school I see in the bathroom, the high school art teacher I see in the hall (interviewing for a position here), and C.W. and S.A. from college I see on the stairs as I'm leaving.

3. I stay up very late watching some football game... then go to sleep. I FA into my own bed at 9 o'clock at night, and my brother is sitting on the chair beside me playing Nintendo DS. My mom walks into the room and starts to berate me for my lateness and asks me how I expect to eat.

In another haunted house, but I'm there with a baby girl. The address said that this place was an esthetics boutique. At first the ghosts are subtle and almost gentle, touching my hair lightly. Upstairs we are submitted to various attacks, from gentle to violent. One bathroom has a lot of "loot" in it, so I collect some large gems, hiding them in my clothes.

There are some old journals that the ghosts have written, so we read some of them and look at some of the old pictures in them. We talk with some of the ghosts and try to console them. One of the ghosts is interested in machines and he tries to "cen" my baby (I have no idea what that means), but I don't allow it.

As we are on our way out of the house, one of the ghosts tries to push me down the stairs. I get a sudden sense that that is what happened to her, how she died, and I feel sorry for her even though she tried to kill me. I notice a raven that is sitting quietly in the room observing us.