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I'm standing ankle deep in a beautiful, alien looking lake. It's warm, so shallow, that water looks white. I zoom in on many sailboats and speedboats, and people swimming and having fun. I'm talking to someone, when I decide to walk further in to the lake to see bigger part of it. I can see the distant shores.

The lake is white, very tranquil and inviting. The low hills surrounding the lake are very rocky. Huge boulders, nicely shaped by wind and water. Some are standing and balancing on other huge boulders. Makes you wonder how they don't fall over. The colors are a bit washed out by the distance, but I can make out colors of deep reds, yellows and, well, desert like colors. Oh, I have a feeling we are in Texas. We went there for a wedding. But then when we talk about coming there again later, we realize it's not gonna be that easy, because this could also by Libya.

I love dreams with water, beautiful vistas. And this was one of them. Thank you, subC!

There was a crazy (sick) girl who attacked me with a knife (in an underground lab?). I used my sword, which kind of functioned as a lightsaber (it lights up a second after drawing it). I hacked her in the neck, but there was barely any blood, and she didn't even flinch. She didn't stop coming at me, and appeared not to feel pain. I injured my hand slightly, because she attacked with a knife. The dream ended mid-battle. I know there was a guy behind the whole thing, he had done something to her, drugged her or something. Another woman had lured me down there and trapped me with the sick girl (hoping she would attack me).

Somebody handed me a letter, written by an aunt (?) in Texas. It contained euros and a written note. I speculated it was intended for different person with my name, I decided to find him.

Third dream I forgot.

There is something to be said about not getting to your dream tasks because, the most bizarre and random things happen.

Galantamine 8mg, B6 100mg, DMAE 400mg

There will be typos. There are always typos, but I don't have time.

Message originally posted by Xanous on 01/25/15 at 02:39 PM

But he's an idiot and has had it as a draft entry for the past 3 days.

#402 - DEILD - 5:03AM - (Girlfriend)

I have my usual vibrations and transitional stage but it passes quickly. I have what may have been an open eye hallucination of a shadow figure running in the room. I dismiss it as nothing. I need to stabilize so I image a woman to make out with. The kiss feel ultra realistic. I emerge from my old bedroom in Texas with a young blonde woman. We are still kissing when I notice I have visual. We walk together into the kitchen and I am still feeling excited. I bend her over the counter and have a little fun but only for a second or two; I really don't want this dream time to be all out sex. She looks back at me and say, "You better stop before you wake up." This gives me to will power to move on to something else.

I somehow end up on the couch in the living sitting closely next to my dream lover, holding hands. The dream environment is really hazy, but I notice my mom and sisters are in the room and there is a pile of laundry on one of the couches. I say something random to my mom about her being my girlfriend. I suddenly want to see who this strange woman is next to me. I try to look at her face but she keeps letting her bangs fall down to cover it. I decide to pull her hair back into a ponytail with and force her to show me her face. There is a struggle and I end up in on top of her in the floor. I finally see her face but it begins to shine with a white light, sort of like an highly overexposed photo. Again, I have to resist my sexual urge and I stand up. I look around and say to the room, "Well, this is a cool dream everybody." I notice floating sparkling dust in the room as I look around. I begin to remember my actual goal when I suddenly wake up.

#403 - WILD - 5:30AM - (Big Screens)

I notice I am in front of some giant screen with a PlayStation controller in hand. The game looks really similar to the clothing menus on GTA5 but it got a baseball theme to it. I do various things to get the right uniform. Things aren't working well and I become frustrated and start mashing random buttons. There is some large garbled text on the screen and I try to make sense of it. Suddenly, I hear an announcement over a loud speaker. The man says something about a light display or light show.

I turn around feeling more aware and see that I am in something like a casino. There is a lot of red and gold decoration and carpeting. I see a long, high partition to my right that seems to open up a several yards away. I can tell there is something going on down there and take off running. When I round the corner, I see a small crowd of people to left and another giant screen in front of me. There is some 80's, big-hair rock star talking on the screen.



I instinctively run toward it planning to dive into another scene. As I make my was I remember that I wanted to try dream LSD. Maybe it was the rocker that brought this to mind. As, I dive in I think I will try this but I don't quite teleport. Instead, I see pixelization and then the void. I don't worry too much, I just keep going and looking for some image. I begin surging forward. I see various gray textures like such as, the moon, a muddy lake bottom. I rip the lake bottom open with my hands and enter another void. More textures. I feel as if I am digging deep to the substance of the dream. I see something like fabric magnified then I feel my eyes lenses adjust focus. This feeling is very specific and vivid as my view zooms out then in to something like metallic mesh or grid. I wake up.

#404 - DILD - 6:28AM (F work)

I am at work on a Saturday. There is various machinery like in a cableshop. I see some girl I vaguely knew in high school. I try to place her. She's real, but I don't even know how I remember her. I begin to question things and wonder why I am even here. I wonder if I even signed up. I go to my bosses desk and look for the sign up sheet, but I can't find it. I quickly realize that this wont work in a dream. Then I realize that none of it matters anyway.

I decide to leave the building. There is and open spot were many people are just standing there like statues. As I weave my way around them, I recall a conversation I had with a friend in waking life. He wishes he could win the lottery so he could tell everyone 'fuck you' and walk out. This seems like a good idea. I start shouting, "FUCK YOU!" as loud as I could imagine over and over. I see a some woman in red with dark hair. On impulse, I back hand her unbelievably hard. She topples over and I gasp in surprise. There is a lot of pain on the back of my hand from the impact. I decide to leave this and the pain vanishes as soon as I go back to yelling profanities. I call out a certain bosses name asking where he is. I say this it doesn't matter and end my tirade with a final F-bomb. I turn around and see some double doors and sunlight. I begin signing, "Take this job and shove it. I don't work here any more." I voice shrill like a classic rockers voice. I kind of dig the sound so I continue to sing as I open the door.

As soon as I step out, I hear theatrical music and Mel Gibson scream, FFRRREEEEEEEDOOOOOOMMMMMM!



I uncontrollably float up into the air. I go with the motion and zoom high about the clouds as I look down. I turn and pick a spot to land but as soon as I try to fly down, my feet are suddenly on something solid. I quickly notice that the view of the clouds and trees below are like a painted texture on the ground. I take a few steps and the texture morphs into asphalt and gravel. I look up and see some green vegetation in front of me. I hover up into the air again without trying to. I notice that I can see palm trees in the distance. I shout,"Palm trees!" over and over as I try to fly toward them. I only hover higher then I see dark blue water beyond the trees. It's the ocean! I want to go to the beach! I intend to zoom fly to a point on one of the palm trees. I notice the palm trees are actually coconut trees and I zero in on one of the coconuts. Unfortunately, instead of zooming forward, I zoom backward. In a panic, I try to pinch-zoom in like on a touch screen and this stops me. I pinch again and I move some distance forward. I continue this but at some point, it becomes like a photo graph and I get an over zoomed, pixelated view of the trees. I tell myself that I can still work with this, but I wake up too soon.

#405 - WILD - 8:06AM - (LSD gay)

I have a long hour and a half bout of wakefulness but manage to eventually quiet my mind long enough to have one more. As scene materializes and I find myself standing next to the Money Center at Wal-Mart. There is a man standing there and I recall my goal once more (dream LSD). I ask the man where the LSD is and he puts out his tongue pointing to it. I pause then, shrug and go for it. I only intend to lick his tongue. However, the man has other ideas and gives me a very tonge-filled french kiss. I pull away thinking how it felt just like a woman's kiss. I lost in tough thinking how I can get the mechanics of gay sex. This quickly manifests into a side dream and I get a quick visual of having sex with someone bent over. The scene is a lot like the other lucid dream, but it's the man at Wal-Mart. I don't panic as I am distracted by the previous thought and give a good thrust. There is no physical sensation; it's more of a clinical curiosity and a disconnected point of view. It's nothing more that a musing that has manifested in the dream world. I think, "I guess it's fine that some people might find this appealing, but I really just don't get it."

I shake that scenario off and come back to the present dream reality. We are back to staring at each-other after the man kissed me. I don't know how else to end this without feel gay so I punch the man in the face. He flops over like a pedestrian in GTA5 and I laugh as I walk away. The laugh catches in my throat and I feel bad for the violence. I decide to forget the whole thing and find myself in the produce section. I pick up a pack of mushrooms and hit a lady in the back. As she turns around, I run and hide like nothing happened.

I walk into another section of the store and remember that I have never actually tried the finger-through-the-hand RC in a dream. I feel pressure as my right index finger sinks deep into my left hand. I get about half way and decide to look at the back side. To my surprise, it looks normal. I trip out at this and let out and bewildered 'whoa'. Then, the pain starts.It's a terrible aching like an intense muscle cramp deep in my hand. I quickly wake up.

Yes. I peed on my son's Playstation 2.

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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I went to south Texas, presumably to visit my long-deadrelatives who lived down there. I know I was looking forward to seeing mygrandmother, an odd feeling. Still, Iseemed to be visiting some unknown relatives that were part of the family,people I had never met but had been given info on.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walked to the house and went in, asking to use theirbathroom. I knew they would let me because I was family. I hate using thebathroom of strangers but I really had to go.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Closing the door and sitting on the toilet I began to pee. Iheard a sound to my right and realized the man of the house was in the shower.Goody, I definitely didn’t want to be seen by him but as I think this he opensthe shower door and looks at me. I actually hid my face because I felt sodisgusted at his stare. He closed the shower door and went back to hisactivity.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Sadly, a few moments later the bathroom door opens and twopeople are peering at me like I’m some interloper using the toilet. I am appalledthey are staring at me and I tell them I’ll be done in a moment. One of themsays, “Something is wrong.” The two of them look at each other and I presumethey’re confused about my presence. I shut the door and finish.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]When I’m done I head right out of the house to the frontyard. As I approach my vehicle I can see it has been damaged by fire andpossibly collision. I realize this is what they were talking about when theysaid something was wrong. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The car appears to have burned from the hood but I suspectthe damaged mirror, now dangling, is the actual cause of the fire. The policeand firemen arrive but the fire is already out. They look at the car and at meand wish me luck but none of them offer me a ride anywhere despite me beingclearly stranded.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Pulling out my hotel information I make my way back to whereI’m staying. It is some considerable distance and I’m tired and glad to bethere after such a long walk. My hotelis a two-story lodge, common to any medium-sized populace. I think my room ison the second floor.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I head to my room and open the door. It’s nice and quiet,the way I like it. This is odd because my kids are now following me as I headout to the balcony. I am vaguely surprised to see them but they show no interestin visiting with me. As if by magic friends appear out of nowhere, other kidsthey met at the hotel visiting from other balconies. My daughter has friends her age (odd to see themout at night) and my older son has a friend over as well. They engage eachother eagerly and take no notice of me. I head back inside.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the room (which now appears to be a spacious 2-storyroom) is a teen girl standing outside the bathroom waiting on someone. She isdressed like some kind of goth with a long black skirt, black top, too much palemakeup and too many jingly bracelets and other adornments. I assume she knowsmy son and I wish she would leave. I really need to pee.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Deciding I can no longer wait on the person in the bathroomI look around for an alternative. I see my son’s Playstation 2 sitting on acoffee table next to the television and I head over to it. Glancing briefly atthe goth-girl and deciding I don’t care what she thinks I pull my pants downand squat over the game-machine. Peeing is quite a relief and I can see theliquid running into the box around the laser assembly. My relief turns to panicas the box fills and overflows, piss running onto the table and a little bit onmy leg. “Oh yeah”, I think…”the PS2 doesn’t have the extra storage that the PS3has. I should have used a PS3.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I pull up my pants and walk out of the hotel room and intothe hall. The corridor is long and appears like an interior maintenancecorridor more than a hotel-hallway with pipes along the ceiling and unpainteddoors. I am looking for a bathroom and I think one might be across the hallfrom me but as people pour through the double-doors I realize the opposite roomis another part of the hotel.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Someone walks out of the door at the far end of the room andI know that’s where I need to go. He walks through the room and out to the hallI came from but as he opens that door a zombie comes in. The zombie triggers mylucidity and I know I’m dreaming of something my son talked about, theimpending Zombie Apocalypse. I should feel scared by the sight but it is onlyone zombie after all.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m starting to turn away as I see several more peopleheaded into the room, by mistake I suspect, and I know they can handle thezombie. My lack-of concern is quickly replaced by trepidation as I realize I’mnow facing five zombies from the direction of the hall and perhaps I shouldexit. I turn and behind me is another zombie arriving from the direction I wantto go.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Remembering that I’m dreaming and I can’t actually be harmedI stop in the hallway and let him come. He attempts to bite but nothinghappens. I just stand there and let him do as he wishes for a minute. It eventickles.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I start walking away as he stares at me dumbfounded, an oddlook for a zombie. I am invincible now and I really want to fly away, despitebeing in a building. I leap towards the air, one hand up like superman and flyup beyond where the ceiling should be, a dark void of space opening up for meto play with. I feel like a real superhero.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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A dream I had this morning (18 August 2012) - much vivid detail.

I was finally on TV. Not sure how it happened, but it was a 6:00 - 6:30 pm segment for children, in which I appeared in the same manner as in a YouTube video discussing the longest words in several languages.

If you message me, I'll send you the link - unless I actually become too famous and you'll know right away.

My Facebook friend, initials DL, was on the program as well. Later, I remember talking to him on Facebook about how he saw me on the program, too!

Cut. Something about a beer store.

How did they get my video, anyway? This other kid was one year younger than me, but this appeared to be some kind of educational program, as the credits rolled in, displaying our names, and that of one other teletubby-like creature.

It gave out the following messages...

MY NAME: GROW UDD
HIS NAME: GROW OLD

This was strange for several reasons. First, they spelled out a nonexistent word: udd. Perhaps they meant "odd"? They couldn't have meant the same word for both of us, considering D and L are on opposite sides of the keyboard, I thought.

Wait a minute. Does this mean they wanted me to die young?

Or perhaps, die young as late as possible?

I bent down and ate my soup. I thought about that valedictorian speech that I had long prepared, but never got to speak in front of an audience.

Sometime later, I go to bed. The same teletubby-like creatures that hosted the show were now anthropomorphic talking animals that sat on the right of a ledge and bookshelf in the corner of my room. They were discussing a most unusual subject as I proceded to sleep.

They were talking about what happens when somebody's testicles get twisted and "suffocate".

"So, a new female is created?!"

Somewhere in the voices was a hint of judgement and contempt. I thought that if I discussed a so-called 'nutshot fetish' I had with the producers of the show, they'd be upset. They were part of Family Studios, which was a spin-off affiliate program of a North American charity very similar to Focus on the Family. Both programs were very pro-life, conservative, and anti-LGBT rights.

As I was thinking about, or perhaps actually did, write about my experience on a somewhat-gay Facebook forum, the transwoman wrote back something neither demeaning nor incredibly strange. However, my instant thought or response was, "you broke me", an attribute that I couldn't have thought possible for a transsexual person, whoever he/she was.

Later, I was watching the news, or maybe being part of it. A huge storm had stirred up sand storms and haboobs in Texas, A facade of a cattle ranch being "roughed up" appeared. On the news, they said the ex-storm (or ex-low, or something like ex-nor-easter) had made its way to Japan.

This had never happened before, but this year, this was the third time. I thought, how could a storm track that way, if it was moving the "opposite" to a regular storm?

Most storms would track from Japan eastward toward Oregon, then sink south toward Texas. If this storm was heading the other way, it must be over the Arctic.

Perhaps it was 2012. Or maybe the physical year didn't exist, as the dream state was on a floating timeline.

The news then reported that, after recently 100 young boys had suddenly gone missing in Texas, most of them were found alive. The families, and the communities, were praying for the safe return of the rest.

The next segment featured a part about the abortion controversy. It showed a woman with brown tape over her stomach area, the commentor saying, "the crosses heal the wounds of young women who were photographed having an abortion in the woods".

Previously, there was a case where a pro-life activist photographed the aborted fetus of a woman who had aborted her child secretly in the woods. This time, women all over the country who were not pregnant were wearing this brown tape. Any time a photographer passed over, they were instructed to openly state they were not pregnant, and question what the hell the photographer was doing there.

And they did. The photographers were apprehended by police and security, and taken away.

As both a Liberal Christian and a Christian Liberal who was often pro-life but in major cases also pro-choice, I was torn about this segment. First, I thought, "were these crosses false prophets"?

My mind then wandered over to a kitchen when I was five years old, but that was a facade again. I thought about pro-life protesters in the streets, and what was to become of them.

I remembered a certain video on Godvine about how anti-abortion protesters convinced a mother not to abort her baby. Would these now be a thing of the past? Would pro-choice people now try to convince teen pregnancies to abort rather than say, seek adoption?

I asked somebody, "would there still be anti-abortion protests? Or are those protected indefinitely under the constitution?"

On the pro-choice side, why were these photographers mobilizing in the first place? Perhaps they were agents of a new Romney-Ryan administration that opposed planned parenthood?

I personally supported the rights of the women who were violated. What about people who needed an abortion to save the life of the mother and then were violated as they were filmed, filed and reported?

Browsing through my Twitter, I saw that Pastor Terry Jones was following me. I doubted whether I should follow back, as this was apparently the pastor who had led the Qu'ran burning controversy at the Dove World Outreach Center in Florida.

I wake up at 4:43 am. Proceding to write these down now, and after another half hour I fall asleep again.

I remember nothing about what happened.

Sleeping again from about 8:15 - 9:15 am.

Only remember the ending this time. George Shrinks was on a mission somewhere, and saved a girl on the sub-11th floor of a basement. Flying in his Zoopercar, he stages a show.

His mom is holding a secret egg. However, she wears it on a fake turban-like mummified head gear, which George then unravels and pulls out the egg.

The contents turn out to be a prize. Apparently, a group was awarding us more than $8.26 million for defending gay rights.

O...K...then.

I dreamt that president Bush was showing me around this Govt. facility somewhere near Dallas, TX. It had a large area enclosed around it by walls and an automated defense system. They took some time showing me the automatic machine guns & the equipment housing them. There was a lot of these units placed around the perimiter. These were controled by computers with artificial intelligence. The machine gun system could be overridden by manual control as well. The turrets for the defense system would pop up out of the ground in front of the walls, and could rotate 360 degrees to prevent escapees and intruders. There was a lot of razor wire in front and behind the turret line. This place was designed to hold a large number of terorists in a camp as a prison. Although nobody was held there as of yet, it sat there waiting to be unleashed. The president told me something had gone wrong with the plans to capture and mass move the terrorists there.

Was able to get a lot written down last night

2/15-16. 1130. Waiting in line for a ride at Universal Studios. I think it was next to The Simpsons ride because I recall some of that ride’s look in the background

On my computer. I notice that my Facebook relationship is different and longer. Still said “In a relationship,” but there was more after it. I couldn’t see all of it so I clicked on it and went to Theresa’s page and could see all of it. Then I’m watching a video, webcam look, of Brianna and Theresa playing a racing videogame. They both have steering wheels, but Brianna has control of the gas and steering, and I think Theresa controlled shifting and braking. Then shows the game. Looks similar to 1nsane. They were going around a long, sweeping left turn, but they always had too much speed because they kept crashing into the cliff. All the other players (computer) were doing the same. I think there was water (ocean?) to their left

6. In the desert at night. I’m driving or walking. Then come across three guys and I detain them because they’re wanted. One of the guys walks off across the road and continues east. I don’t go after him. The other two just sit by my truck. One of the guys is right at my door and his fingers are always at the door jamb and I keep slamming his fingers into the door, but it’s like he doesn’t even know I’m doing it, doesn’t care. Then I’m back to walking, but I’m walking toward my truck, like I left to go to the bathroom, and it’s daylight now. Captain Xxxxx calls me and says that Txxx and Uxxx were on their way. He says that Txxx needed $10 and that Uxxx needed change so Txxx had to get more than $10, so Uxxx would have change

In Austin, TX. Place looks like it’s out of a Western kind of, dirt streets and crude concrete/ wood/ brick buildings. Visiting the fire dept. Guys want help improving a part of the road because they always get stuck on it and have to push the rig. Small bump that I thought was it, but ends up being a 3’ drop. I suggest taking a skiploader and flattening the drop. The drop is then part of a flatbed trailer that hauls cars. Then say we can get some grinders and cut holes in the metal and then lay pieces of flat metal in those cuts and the drop is still there, but the rig can get through. Then we’re in a diff section of the town. Volunteers are getting into a block formation. For some reason, academy is there and we do the same. Volunteers do this weird hand thing, left arm bent in an L shape, palm up, and the right arm is at a 75º angle to the sky. Something about fallen volunteers I think. We then march over some area. There are lots of crosses, graveyard. Tourist kind of signs that say how many die, plains grass fires. Then to another area close by. A bunch of the volunteers wives are on the ground, about to give birth?

In some place just off a freeway. Desert looking. Messing around on some hills. Then in academy. Run over the mounds, another mound you go up and slide down a rope, only 5’ down. Then Xxxxx looking guy says, “I bet you can’t break down that door!” Kind of a barn door look. Run up to it, push on it to see where the hinges and stuff are, find them, and take a few steps back and run and break down the door with ease, door seemed floppy anyway. Next we went into a room where we had to help out our cadets I think. Then I’m standing outside and everyone is gone. I have to wait a while for my ride, so decide to go on a run. There’s an offramp about a mile out, so run to it. At some point, I’m on a light green bike. End up going under the offramp. There’s some sort of water collection basin dug out, not deep. Check it out, then start to head back

I decided that one the one week break from school me and all my roommates should go to a spa (I have never been to a spa irl so I made up what I thought it was when I argued my point XD) For some reason we were going to go to a spa in Houston, TX.

dream skip, there was some kind of animated movie involving a fish getting sucked into a whirl pool, I knew in the dream that my roommate L had helped work on it.

We randomly arrive there, and for some reason have to sneak through what looks almost like a maze, but I know it is not, it is some kind of shopping center. (After awakening I realize it looks kind of like the art store "blick"). There are many people I know irl were hunting us down, and in order to make it to our vacation we had to get bay without them seeing us.

Dream skip, we are returning from vacation and an equally strange animation of the same fish in the same style plays, only it is more violent and scary.

Dream skip (pretty sure this is the next dream)

I let my roommate B know that her bird is chewing a hole in the wall (believe it or not, actually happening irl XD) I let L know, and she begins to yell at B like a crazy person. She yells to the point that I feel the need to defend her and I step in to say that is was not her fault, these things happen, we can fix it.

Not sure what these mean, they were to scattered for me to get any meaning out of it.