Dream 1 - X-Men I have a dream about x-men, it's dark and we're on top of a building, it feels like I'm watching a movie. Wolverine and Storm are there, maybe someone else. There's a helicopter too, and the weather is stormy. Wolverine had the best hair I've ever seen, it was long and flowing, black with brown and gold highlights. Storm had lightning flashing around her, and she walked up to wolverine and the lightning engulfed them both in a wicked display of effects, teleporting them somewhere else. I remember thinking "That's bullshit, she shouldn't be allowed to teleport with her power" as if she had cheated in a game or something. It was a pretty epic dream and there's a lot more to it, but this dream was like a week ago. Also it occurred during my 3rd sleep cycle which was unusual since I've been slack with my dream journaling lately and would usually only remember the last dream of the night. Dream 2 - Youtube Babes I remember a dream where I was at my laptop and I was fighting the urge to fap (since I've recently started up 'No PMO' again). I was on Youtube and saw a music video that had hot chicks in it, and I thought "Hmm well it's only Youtube". I watched the video which had lots of hot chicks in tight and revealing clothing dancing around each other, I had the feeling like it would lead to me searching for porn after but then I woke up.
I was finishing up a day of work in a very tall skyscraper. It was getting late and there was a storm, I could see lightening flashing in the dark night sky out of the giant windows of the large room I was working in. The building was swaying. I was rushing to complete my work and get out of the building, but also interacting with old friends who were around. I think I got to the bottom of the building and stayed inside. It was sunny and daytime there, although we were inside there were still giant windows that you could see out of. Many friendly interactions that I have forgotten the details of with two old friends. Bear chained to a tree and someone was chaining a dog (my dog?) next to it. I wondered why they would do that, it seemed very dangerous. Thoughts: I suppose the part about the storm at the top symbolizes anxiety around getting work done, or finding more work. Making my way to to 'bottom' seems almost like regression. These were 'old' friends, and I went down instead of up. Maybe my past feels safer to me, and I miss that safety? The bear chained to a fence seems really symbolic. The bear was no threat being chained to a fence, it was 'under control' but not completely gone. Putting something vulnerable that I care about like a dog near it is dangerous. Am I doing something that is putting myself or loved ones at risk unnecessarily?
Bedtime: 10:30pm WBTB: 3:00am Wakeup: 8:00am Went to bed and didn't dream much until maybe 2:00am (I remember looking at the clock before this dream). Dream 1 This was a FA. I "woke up" in my bed, and there was a thunder storm going on. The storm sounded really close because the thunder had that crackling sound. I got up and walked into the hallway of the apartment, and I could hear someone tap-dancing downstairs. I remember thinking "who would be tap-dancing at 2 in the morning?" If only I had done a RC!! I walked halfway through the hall and closed a door that doesn't exist IRL, and continued down the rest of the hallway. I used the bathroom, then went into the sunroom when I was finished. When I got into the sunroom, I realized that the lighting had changed, it wasn't dark anymore. The storm was still going on, but it looked like it could be afternoon. Also, the room was on the 1st floor, with very tall windows, and when I looked at where my piano should be, there was a different piano. I thought to myself "omg, am I in someone else's apartment by mistake? how did that happen?" then I woke up. I think I was on the verge of becoming lucid, because I was really questioning things, but not enough to do a RC my WBTB alarm went off, and I attempted yet again to do a WILD, but still no luck. I even tried some visualizations, and also put headphones in and used some binaural beats.. Didn't do any good, I was just lying awake in bed. So eventually I decided to just go to sleep, because I knew I would be having my longer REM periods anyways, so I could just hope for the best and maybe I could get away with a DILD. Dream 2 This is mostly just a fragment. It was along dream, but I don't remember much of the details. From what I remember, I was in a large building, I think it was a college of some kind. I think I was in classes, but in between I would go into this big open room, and in the middle of the room was a pit, and a piano was suspended above the pit. I would come into this room and play in between classes, but the piano was hard to reach and every time I would start playing I felt like I was going to fall into the pit. Not a very convenient set up. Toward the end of the dream, my grandma and mom were waiting for someone in the hallway, and I went out there to talk to them. They were talking about the time when either Paul Simon or Paul McCartney recorded an album in Prague (obviously just a dream memory, not a real one). They were looking at a map, and Prague was like, in Northern China. "Wow!" they were saying, "that really in the middle of nowhere!" I started to say goodbye to my grandma, and I asked her when I could come visit her. She said something about how my aunt was allowing us to have a horse race, so I should just come then. It didn't make sense to me but I just nodded and left.
First dream It was an evening. Strong wind was blowing and sky was covered by dense layers of dark-red, huge, towering clouds. I was in my father's carpentry workshop, we were working on something with father, sister, my friend and two other men. My backyard was changed and door to old toilet hut were placed right in front of the workshop. The doors were opening on their own and despite the strong wind, sister scared me that it was a ghost opening and closing them all the time. I looked at the clouds and saw loads of lightnings shooting across the sky. I said "There's a photo session up in the sky, we should get back to home." We went back to my house, it looked like it was before renovation. My friend said "Wait, I've got to go meet someone at the wolf." I immediately realised that the wolf is a name he's calling one of the streets. We went out, it was just after the rain. We saw something strange - a blue orb of energy, surrounded by an orange, circular energy beam. It moved towards us really quickly, disappearing and appearing in another spot. I said to my friend "Look! It must be an anomaly, just like in stalker games!" We went around it, but then I decided to throw some pebbles at it. Two throws missed, I got a feeling that it's watching me. Third throw hit that orb and it exploded, releasing huge amount of steam. We went onward. Second dream I was in school, ending my classes. We were going down to cloakroom, I took my stuff and went for a bus. There were only a few passengers inside. I looked out through windows and saw that storm is coming. I felt that the bus is going to fall on it's side, so I leaned through a window and pulled a few strings that made it keep balance. When we were driving in a crowded town, I found myself in a cargo that was placed externally, on the bus' side. I was trying to not get crushed when bus was driving by other vechicles. Suddenly the engine turned off and I had to leave the cargo. I met up with two girls from the bus, one was very rude and we couldn't stand each other. Fragment I was in my house, in a living room. There was a tied up couple lying on the floor. A man in a black suit with red tie and a blonde, completely naked woman. I was holding a gun in my hand. The man said that they're not my parents which made me shot myself in an arm. Then he said "We're just freaking, kid!" This made me rage, I shot at them a few times.
I dreamed my fiancé and I moved to the country to start quail farming. Then a friend of his (T) showed up and started accidentally stepping on all of the eggs. The eggs were in kind of a ditch area with a lot of hay-like underbrush, and he destroyed almost all of them and kept going "Oops, sorry". Then it started to storm, and I wanted to run back to the farmhouse, but there was a lot of lightning and my friends warned me not to do it because I'd get struck by lightning. Instead, they decided we should take cover in a forest that was near the quail ditch. The forest was extremely dense, and almost no rain reached us at all... then it formed into like, a 2-story kind of house-like structure, but was still a forest, and there was a loft area full of kumquats and some other small oblong orangish fruit, which the friend invited me to eat. There were also little lights that I thought were maybe fungi, but they also seemed like glowing eggs. Then I dreamed I worked retail at a Winco and decided to go hide in the bathroom, telling a coworker I'd be "at the clock". Except I didn't come out for a long time, so they came looking for me, and I got in some trouble. There was also another person in the bathroom, kind of a fat guy, who refused to enter his own stall until I had entered mine. I think I was a guy in that dream.
I recall only a brief moment. It was a stormy afternoon. I was wearing a black hoodie and jeans trousers, and I was in my house. I had a strong urge to run somewhere, I had something important to do.
First dream I was in a tv room with my pals. It was furnished in fifties style, there was an old, small black tv. We were watching a tv show about secret organisations. I was holding the tv in my hands while they were showing skyscrapers, and when it changed scenery to a beach, I took a step back from the tv and suddenly found myself falling down into the show. It was warm and sunny day. Girls all around were wearing bikini suits. I could still could hear my pals, talking about these girls. Suddenly I received a message that I should go and find a daughter of a man fighting against some corporation and protect her. I from the road to a beach and moved closer to the shore. I almost found her, but then everything was getting blurry and my vision was slowly widening. I thought "Like in a lucid dream" and ran forward to road. There were no people or traffic in the downtown. I ran around skyscrapers, getting closer to my target. But then I realised that I was fooled in a trap. A giant giraffe chased me through the city, smashing down buildings and parked cars. It almost got me, but then a group of muffin-superheroes appeared and fought with the giraffe. Brown muffin tangled it's legs, while green mufin made it's breathing harder. There were also other muffin-superheroes but I didn't payed them attention. False awakening I woke up in my bed, wearing jeans trousers and gray hoodie. It was cold and dark afternoon, a thunderstorm was gathering. I felt an urge to go to toilet, so I moved to a ladder and opened hatch to an attic. There was a huge wooden toilet seat, which seemingly had no bottom. I tried to do my thing, but it was really cold, and I got scared by storm clouds and hurricane going in my direction. I went down, but toilet there was closed.
Morning of November 4, 2015. Wednesday. I and my wife Zsuzsanna and our children are living at our present home on W Street. However, it is elevated at least to second-storey perspective in the first situation, with our wooden staircase over twice as high and oriented northward (directly from our front door) rather than offset and westward (perpendicular to our front door and at the front of our porch) as in reality. Running parallel and adjacent to our footpath, in fact the railroad tracks seemingly replacing a portion of the street, is some sort of small train station (with the train seemingly running west to east). I eventually see Barry Cowsill (September 14, 1954 – c. August 29, 2005) cheerfully approaching our house, seemingly having gotten off a train that was stopped near where the intersection is in reality. He has a beard and is wearing a hat. I have a sense of positive expectation about this encounter and get an autograph from him. I get a sense that the other Cowsills may soon arrive but not necessarily visit our home. I am not sure why he is on his own presently. Somehow, there is soon a heavy wind blowing; some sort of “super hurricane”, so powerful as to carry large pieces of metal everywhere. I am outside and trying to dodge things like falling garage doors and large pieces of bulldozers and earthmovers as well as sections of warehouses in the region. Although it seems I may be in danger from large falling objects and windblown debris, I do not feel that threatened, though I do try to get out of the way in each case. There are a couple diggers and bulldozers on the streets near our house. I avoid a large sheet of metal falling towards me by ducking under some sort of metal awning sticking out from a parked utility truck or van. It is a very loud metallic sound when it hits the concrete sidewalk (fictional in this case, as the area is grass in reality). A few times, I move out of the way of approaching flying debris. This almost seems like an “automatic” or natural “ability”. Directly after this, I get into a car (which is parked facing south next to our house), into the back seat, where two unfamiliar older boys are sitting - seemingly related to some sort of emergency evacuation of the area - they do not seem like my sons. (This is atypical for me, as I often cannot fit inside cars in dreams if the situation involves getting into one, though in some cases, I am already in a car and there is usually no problem as such.) I am slightly concerned that the car may be crushed and so I get out after a short time, mentioning this to the boys and a couple unknown adults. Although this wind is incredibly powerful, it does not seem to be doing any direct damage to buildings (other than abandoned warehouses) and does not even seem to have much direct force against my movements and walking about. Mostly, this dream was shaped by actual loud metallic noises outside our window at the time; curiously enough, a trailer they were eventually unloading small diggers from after I was awake (which I could not have consciously known, as very similar noises came from temporarily parked car carriers and other random vehicles at times in the past). Apparently, without deliberately trying to sound harsh or judgmental, there are certain people, including certain types of “dream interpreters” who are too short-sighted to understand that some dreams are mostly only shaped (or at least altered during the dream state) by environmental noises (as here) - even though there is also the inexplicable element of somehow knowing during sleep that there was a large trailer with diggers parked outside our house (our windows and curtains were closed). The other association seemed fairly untimely and random. Barry Cowsill actually died during Hurricane Katrina in 2005 (not found until later, thus why the date of passing is not exact). (“On August 29, 2005, Hurricane Katrina hit the city of New Orleans. Cowsill, who chose not to evacuate, weathered the storm in an abandoned warehouse.”) The first segment of my dream may be a play on “being off track” - implying that my dream is soon going to be “altered” (”disturbed”) by environmental noises, which it was. Arguments and fights amongst unknown groups of people outside our window (while we were sleeping) have also influenced, even triggered as a foundation, our dreams at times. I am sure most experienced and genuine dream journalists can easily relate to this (especially those who live in a suburban area as we do).
So much music references I'm in a university with a friend. We have to take shelter in the gym, as there is a risk of flood or hurricane, I'm not sure which one. The light is muted and grey, there is big windows all around the building* and we're sitting on long plastic benches. I'm cold, probably because I'm only wearing a tank top and jeans, without shoes or socks. The crowd's conversation is a white noise, my friend is checking her phone but the service is spotty, probably because of the storm. I can hear wind, which make me feel even colder. I get glimpse of a dark haired man, on a screen**. Another man, with long, white-blond hair, come and sit next to me, wrapping his arm around me to warm me up. He feels familiar***, and I'm more that happy to snuggle against him. He doesn't seem to mind my cold hands and keep me close, with a knowing smile. *I sort of feel like this isn't a good idea to take shelter next to big windows in case of hurricane but why not... ** Eli told me that he "peeked" in my dream, but he thought that I didn't look like I needed him. ***It's the same man that in my Barely not Safe for Work dream. He is more friendly here. Or less, depending on your point of view
Morning of August 8, 2015. Saturday. In my dream, there is a sense of love and joy even though there seems to be a possibility of a storm approaching from the north. My family and I seem to be living on Stadcor Street in Brisbane again. The layout of the house is different and there almost seems to be a loft in the corner near the front door where I am recording, I believe, a half-hour video that relates to some sort of educational session, though I do not fully recall the content. I am only talking smoothly throughout the video. The precision of what I am saying seems to have flowed smoothly thus far for the most part. However, just within the last five minutes of the otherwise perfect video, my (deceased) mother turns on the television in one of the rooms (she has never been to Australia in real life) and the sound is loud enough to be picked up on the video. I am somewhat annoyed and illogically believe that I will have to start over from the very beginning (instead of implementing an undetectable edit). I do not show any anger, though. However, for some reason, I now seem to have the need for additional equipment and documents to do what I had just already almost completed. From here, I go to the back door as a heavy rain has just started. There is also a fresh strong wind bringing the rain from the north. When I go out to the backyard briefly, I see a gray area and implied heavy rain over Halcyon Street, yet still do not panic. I go back inside and notice that, in my computer room, heavy streams of rain are actually now coming through the boards of the ceiling. My first thought is that the equipment I need will probably be too wet to use for awhile, thus my video will be delayed. I am then concerned about all my documents including my dream journals. This is the only room that is leaking thus far. I almost feel a sense of cheerful amusement even though I am not sure if this indicates an apocalyptic event. I am not quite sure if I am dreaming or not. Obviously, closing the windows will not matter at all, as most of the water is coming in through the ceiling. My dream is most vivid at this point, though I start to wake from here. I have had similar dreams (concerning water coming from the ceiling) since I was very young.
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Morning of July 7, 2015. Tuesday. My dream starts out like a typical imposer dream. The setting is our present house on W Street, though there is a slight change in the layout relative to size. My wife Zsuzsanna is sitting near our front window (sewing, I think, though her sewing machine is in our living room in reality) where there is more of a view of the neighbor’s house. I notice that the fence design is different. The thinner wooden planks had supposedly been horizontal (rather than vertical as in reality) but are now mostly decayed and lying on the ground. However, the first section of fence about three feet into the front yard division is still standing and made of brick - and is at least five feet high. There is a group of at least four young males. One of these males steps over the rotted planks into our front yard and this imposition immediately annoys me. I am thinking of going out and making sure they stay where they belong, but he goes back on his own. I speak about continuing the front part of the fence by putting more bricks in (not thinking about cost or work effort). From here, I am concerned about the longevity of our wooden house. These thoughts do not result in any threatening event manifesting even though I consider the possibility of parts of the ceiling falling on us. Diverse features of the ceiling and the angles and differences in height in different areas are far more complex than in reality. I am outside for a short time. I notice that one section of the sky to my right is different than to my left; a very distinct green color, which makes me think a really bad storm is on the way, perhaps a tornado (even though the sky to my left to the west seems normal and calm). I go into our house, concerned about the possibly approaching bad weather. As I shut our front door, there is resistance and a pulling sensation and I think that it might be an imposing neighbor trying to get in to assault someone or burglarize, though it turns out that the door will not fully shut due to a large circular (slightly wreath-like) clump of grass being blown into the doorway above the doorknob and being stuck between the door and door frame at about shoulder level (mostly due to my closing the door so quickly that the grass did not have time to fall, the additional pull being caused by the wind). However, I do manage to get it closed. From here, I join Zsuzsanna and our youngest son, and the inside of our house then seems longer, though narrower, north to south, almost hall-like. There is soon a very eerie and human-like low-pitched howling of the wind, which we first think may be an old man or creature moaning just outside our front door. We end up still running, but in a sort of playful manner upon realizing the circle of grass stuck in the closed door is making a feature to cause sound to amplify and phase in this way. The next scene involves other people being in our house, apparently by permission or just random passive characters coming into existence. Regardless of the weather concern, I sit down to consider a very large game board (about three feet by about one and a half feet) that has several different simultaneous game scenarios at once (though seemingly not at all related to each other). I take it apart (the board seems to have small joints whereby smaller sections connect), separating a section that appears to have some sort of Egyptian strategy game in progress (so that the other sections of the board displaying different cultures and battle scenarios do not distract from the seemingly individual game). The two buildings in the opposition look more like ziggurats than pyramids, though. I do not really reflect on why a person or group of people would have so many different things going on at the same time on the same game board. I am not interested in playing it now. An older male sits on the couch (its position has changed; it is perpendicular to its location in reality; it faces east rather than north), apparently talking to a young Ava Gardner (December 24, 1922-January 25, 1990) - probably related to the fact that my wife had checked out a “Perry Mason” DVD set in real life (thus a distorted Erle Stanley Gardner association). I am not sure what the scenario is; perhaps he is coaching her in her acting, though he is seemingly her agent. I go over and notice that she is dressed in lacy black and is sitting back with her arms back (and knees up) on the floor. I grab her heels and lift them slightly. She then transforms into a Tweety Bird foil balloon (shaped like Tweety Bird in frontal silhouette) of about three feet long. I end up whacking the balloon by her “feet” (the balloon of which is still somehow her) against the floor (though I am not even focused on why) with a slight wariness that I probably should be doing something else.
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First dream I was in school, sitting on a chair in a classroom. There were other students sitting there too. Teacher was talking about something I cannot recall, as I haven't focused on the lesson. I looked through the window at grim, gray sky. Suddenly I said aloud "It's going to be fun." And then sky became dark, and storm luds gathered. It started to rain. [DILD] Resurrection - recurring dream, this time ending with LD It was many years after portals were invented, and people had access to other dimensions. Many fantastical creatures came to earth. Some of them were hostile and started war, and some of them were just trying to survive. To stop banditry and fight against invaders, humans made a Confederation of Dimensions. Their mission was to capture criminalists, and fight off invaders. I was walking with two business partners in a river, swamp valley between high mountains. We were taking remains from a battle that went on there, and cleaning tracks of bandits. I looked atop one of the mountains, and saw an orc encampent. We took some more stuff and went along the river side. Suddenly I appeared in entrance hall of prison, chained with my two business partners. We were probably captured for helping bandits somewhere in the past, and now we were guided to portal, leading to a prison. The security officer told us to keep our hands in the air as we walked through crowded corridors of confederations outpost. There were many people, and other weird creatures, whispering about us. I felt that my whole left hand is sweaty, I tried to put it down, but an invisible force tried to keep it in the air. Finally I managed to put it down, and the chain slept off my hand. Security officer looked at me, and I looked at my hand. He ran for help, while I used this situation to run away. I took a path through old sports hall of the outpost, and ran away towards swamps. I jumped into lake, then went out of the water and hidden in bushes. Guards couldn't find me, so I went out of my hideout and swam to nearest buildings. There was an industrial area supported by orcs. They built war machines there, to win wat with humans. I jumped out of the water and climbed up a fence. I looked at the square, and saw a woman with a child. She was a blonde woman in her fifties. Shea had blood soaked eyes and was wearing casual clothes - pale brown t-shirt and jeans trousers. She held a hatchet in her hand. The child was a boy. He had dark hair and blood soaked eyes, and he was wearing casual clothes - a brown jacket and jeans trousers. There was a man walking on the square. Suddenly the woman charged towards him and hit him with the hatchet, killing him. She dropped the hatchet down, and was preparing to eat the man, but I jummped down the fence, grabbed the hatchet with my left hand, and striked her in the back of her head. The boy escaped to the swamps. The strike was enough to knock her to the ground, and she couldn't stand up. She tried to kick me, and I said "Try again, and I'll chop your legs off!" Then I turned around and ran away. Suddenly I realised this is a dream. I made a nose RC, and ran. But then I stopped, dropped down the hatchet and turned back. I walked back to the woman, and gestured with my left hand saying "Resurrect!" My voice was changed a little, and echoed all around. I looked at my hand, and then looked at the woman. She changed, her hair turned white, eyes were green and no more blood soaked, and she was much younger, like she was 20 again. The resurrection must've had a rejuvenating effect. She told me to come closer, and gave me a kiss. After we stopped kissing, I thought about going on an adventure, but suddenly everythin turned black and I woke up.
#431 - DILD - 3:00AM I really had a lot of wakefulness this night and spent an hour up with my legs until I was able to lay back down and have my second LD for the night. I am messing with a tall chain-link fence and gate. I was needing to get something from the pasture, but nothing is working right. Then the sky lights up from lightning and the wind picks up. I worry that the lightning will let the zombies see me. Then the lightning lights up the sky a purple color for several seconds. I hear some loud sound like machinery and thing the thunder is odd but will also get the zombies active. I get the fence together and just head for the old country house. Several cartoon zombies rush at me and I pick up a dry twig from the ground and stab them in the skull. My fear turn to delight and I enjoy doing battle with the undead. I may my way over to and RV and Rex jumps out to help fight. I now slowly become lucid and forget about the zombies. There are large green barrels rolling down and me I Hulk smash them out of my way as they come. I feel super powerful and want to Hulk smash zombies so I come out into the open. It is now day time and I am wading through deep snow, but it doesn't slow me down at all. I shout out taunts at the zombies in a strange voice, "Ooooh yeah. Come one fucker mother fucker. Give me something to break. Break your fucking face." I look around, but there are no more zombies. I deduce that dreams run on emotion, so since the fear is gone so are the zombies. I walk around and find another RV. I feel the dream fading and I try to focus, but I wake up.
There was a grand extravaganza with the heads of state and leaders of the church attending. I could tell it was more of a party and not an official function. There was some discussion between a few church leaders on how to bring about a revival and healing to people. It was decided by them some sort of traditional rite should be performed. The most prominent church leader then went through this rite, and to end it, it involved him pouring a goblet of wine into the sea. I could see him at the cliff edge, pouring it over ceremoniously into the pacific ocean. So where we were must have been eastern Russia. Anyway, as soon as he poured it all out, what was somewhat normal weather over the pacific ocean erupted into a huge storm. Clouds covered the whole expanse of the Pacific Ocean and the winds and waves roared to life. It was like God took offense to the rite being performed and judgment was now at hand. Everyone there were terrified at what was happening and those condoning the rite were shocked that the rite had exactly the wrong effect. It is weird in how I can see a impression of the whole Pacific in my dream and what is happening to it. Somehow I transitioned to a different place, I could tell it was England and I was near a grand cathedral. Well I wandered around the cathedral and also went to the balcony of it, looking out. The people there were also now gathered in masse, and some seemed to be praying against the coming evil. They started singing a beautiful song of praise to the Lord, and as they did, light shone through breaks in the clouds and beams of light lit up the area. It was all so majestic. I wandered around a bit more after the singing stopped. The light quit coming once they stopped singing. Not all were singing, only a few what seemed, random, people in the crowds. Everyone spirits lifted at the singing, but after it stopped, the crowd went back to being nervous and fearful at the coming storm. That's about where my dream ended.
I was at school. It was during the lesson. Suddenly, a courier arrived and told that has a parcel for me. I immediately unpacked it, and saw that there was a motorbike with welded two additional wheels. It was yellow with black parts. There were green letters composing hte name of it, but I can't recall them. There was also a scooter in the pack. I went out of classroom. Suddenly I realised that it's a friday, and that due to some kind of teachers conferention we had no more lessons. With classmates and students from other classes we went upstairs. There was a one guy from my class, wearing grey blouse, dark grey trousers and sports shoes. He shouted to the other guy, and made a parkour stunts on the handrails. We were all climbing up the stair way. It was gigantic, the size of a mountain. The stairs led to the stands where we could watch spectacles. I took a chair and sat on it in the halfway to the peek. There was a great, awe-inspiring view. I saw vast expanses of forest areas, mixed with school buildings, which looked like a small blot in the ocean of green. There were other mountains, far away on the horizon. Suddenly I felt that someone punched me in my neck from behind. I saw that it was one of my classmates. He was wearing a blue hoody and jeans trousers. He thought it was funny, but told me that it was one of my pals who told him to do this. I immediately ran up to the peak. I felt strong pain in my back. Finally I got to the peak and saw some of the classmates sitting there. I saw him. He was wearing black t-shirt with grey jeans trousers. He was grinning mockingly. I charged at him, trying to hit him. He was defending himself, and we both landed on the ground, almost falling of the peak. He was stronger than me. In the last moment I kicked him in the face. It haven't had any effect on him, as if I did it without any force. A minute later we were back in friendly terms. We were joking. I looked at the sky. It was dark, storm clouds were gathering. The wind started to raise in power. I decided to go to my last stand, rather than join other classmates. I left the classmates behind. I was moving slowly, and I heard the classmates laughing "Hahaha! Look at his legs! Look at his legs! I ignored them and moved on. Looking at the foot of the mountain I saw hundreds of tents. They belonged to other students. I reached my stand, but then I deduced that with the current speed in which wind gathers strenght makes it dangerous to sleep in this height. I climbed down the mountain, and made my place in a nice valley, on the outskirts of the tent city created by students. It has started to rain. I looked around, and saw some outcasts standing with umbrellas. I thought that I should get back to the classmates over the peak, but I concluded it was better to stay where I was. I searched my backpack for a tent, but the only thing I found was a bag with leftovers after some kind of dish. Then my vision goes back to my home in retrospection. I saw my mother talking with grandma. She asked How could you give him a bag with leftovers instead of the tent? And then I'm back at the foot of the mountain. The strong wind took the bag with leftovers away. I took an umbrella and lied down on the ground. I was like one of the outcasts, without the tent, left alone in the rain.
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