Thena

I'm busy with something when I notice an elderly man near me who is clutching his chest. Fearing that he's had a heart attack, I help him take a seat and promise that I'll be back with medical attention. I go to an upper floor of the building and get several nurses. However, the elevator we need to take us back downstairs is a bit wonky. The floors are uneven, and the elevator car is tilted as though it's not hanging correctly. The elevator car doesn't line up with the doors, either. One of the nurses gets in the elevator and promptly drops all of her medical equipment. I wonder if I should have gotten someone else. The whole mess of waiting for a working elevator drags on so long that I wonder if it's been long enough for paramedics to take the man to another hospital already.

I don't remember leaving, but eventually I find myself driving home through the Four Corners area. The weather is awful. As I'm driving west, I can see two rain-wrapped tornadoes over to my left just behind the shopping center. They are small and probably just rate at EF-1. I watch them move east, and I can see the driver of the next car is sitting there, mouth agape, as she watches them too. For a moment, I think, "How cool! I finally got to see a tornado!"

I turn right at the intersection. But I quickly notice that the weather is getting worse. There are more narrow funnel clouds around me. One forms horizontally above the road. It shifts vertical and touches down right in front of me. I quickly accelerate to see if I can outrun it and end up driving right through the base of the tornado without much damage. Was I just lucky, or did not that work as a tornado should? I don't stop to ponder as I take the exit for the expressway, thinking it will be the safest way to get home. But the storms have knocked over a large tree that has fallen on the road. I have to swerve and moves left across four lanes to avoid it.

Woke up at 6AM after nearly 7 hours of sleep and decided to attempt a WILD. I kept falling in and out of it, but I remained still and tried to follow where the images took me until it stabilized.

The image faded and then became solid and clear. I was now watching Severus Snape drinking from a tea cup. The room seemed to be bathed in a warm glow of light coming from behind Snape. It's not what I expected from the dungeons. The liquid in the cup looked much too creamy to be tea. It looked like a thick creamy soup with two red spots floating on the surface. I'm disappointed that he's not drinking a potion.

But I take a step back and see that at the other end of the table, there is a small rack holding some vials of liquid. The first one has a liquid that reminds me of the color of figs. It doesn't look particularly interesting. But the second is light orange in color. It fizzes and seems to emit light. Somehow, I am given that it contains Higgs Bosen particles. I take off the stopper and drink the whole thing. I start to feel a tingling sensation all over my body. Then it starts to feel like my muscles are starting to spasm.

Snape shouts, "You foolish girl! What have you done?" He forces me to drink the last potion in the rack. It's a pale robin's egg blue and seems to lightly shimmer. At first, I don't think it does anything. Then I feel like I am falling backwards. I fall through the floor and see myself passing through clouds. I stretch, and suddenly I have wings. I use them to catch an updraft and do a loop. When I reach the top of the loop, I realize that the transformation is complete — I am now a Pegasus, a winged horse. I fly through the clouds for a while, focusing on the way the air feels against my feathers. I seem to be white or light gray in color, though my wings have spots of color.

The clouds break at one point and I find myself flying over the Jefferson memorial on a very sunny day. I try to decide if I should land somewhere, but then I am swallowed up in clouds again.

Then Snape is back, and he's riding on my back. "Having fun?" he asks. I laugh. "Bet you've never flown like this before!" I tell him. He sneers and says, "I don't need a horse to fly." He leaps off, disappears into a flash of black ribbons of light, and is gone.

I try to follow him, but I find myself landing in the aisle of a warehouse store. The floors are made of cement and I focus on the clop clop sound of my hooves. Eventually I see a shape at the end of the aisle. As it comes closer, I see that it is an older woman wearing a yellow sweater. She seems pretty confused to see a winged horse in the warehouse store. After a moment of staring, she leads me to the end of the aisle. On a shelf, there is a black lacquer box. I have a strong mental image of using my hands to put carrots in the box. The woman gives me one of the carrots.

Snape reappears and leads me to the exit. The store is closed and there are big metal gates that have been lowered to block the doors. I simply relax and walk through them. There's a large parking lot outside, and I try to see if I'll have enough room to do a running take-off. Snape seems to have other ideas, though. He pulls one more vial out of his robes. This one has a potion that looks like mother-of-pearl. He gives it to me and I drink the whole thing. Suddenly, I am melting. I look up at Snape as I transform into a puddle of liquid on the floor. He is laughing the whole time.

Wow! Despite being sick, it was a busy night.

Gibbs and Abbey from NCIS are working on a case. They are hunting a guy who has managed to make himself invisible and, unknown to them, he's in the same room. But Gibbs has an idea. He sits down at a computer and starts typing furiously. He's really not comfortable with computers normally, but in this instance he's typing at a furious speed. I look closer and realize it's because he's holding a disembodied hand that it doing the typing for him. Eventually, he figures out what he's looking for. There's an autopsy table behind him. He gets up and slams the table into the wall. Invisible Guy is caught between the table and the wall. He turns visible and collapses in pain.

Woke up, realized that it had only been 5 hours since I went to bed, and did a short WBTB before returning to sleep. Despite walking around for a bit, I was too drowsy to really try any induction techniques.

A woman is driving around in a small urban area, and I'm watching from above. She gets to an area where she can't turn around because she's reached the canopied entrance to a hotel. She goes inside, where there's a restaurant/club. She sits down with her family. At some point, she gets up to dance. She's wearing a pink and purple polka dot scarf, and another woman on the dance floor takes her scarf, which seems odd. She returns to her seat and someone brings her scarf back, but now it had stripes. I don't really think it's the right scarf and can't understand why she accepts it.

This was weird, because I woke up and thought, "Oh, I didn't have any dreams." 5 minutes later, as I'm checking something on my phone, I remember something about a scarf and realize I did have a dream after all. I started thinking about my day, but dozed off.

I'm back in that urban area from before. This time, I'm with a group of guys. We come across a little boy outside a hospital. He tells us that his mother is in the hospital having a baby. One of the guys gets this idea that the mother might be dying, so he insists on taking the little boy with us.

We get to this apartment where there's a party going on. There's a long bench along a wall, and it's covered with cushions for comfortable seating. Either that, or it's a long couch. It looks like both depending on where you look. I sit down by one end and try to talk some sense into my guy friend, trying to explain that he can't just keep this kid he found at the hospital. He eventually disappears without us really resolving the issue. I notice that the rest of the guys are getting pretty drunk. So I start asking around if someone else can give me a ride home because I don't trust any of them to drive.

Spoiler for And then things get weird:

And then a drunk girl whips off her top and gives me a lap dance. She has dark hair and very pale skin. I certainly wasn't complaining. It was over very quickly and she left. I guess she was embarrassed. At that point, the party seemed to be wrapping up. The hostess appeared for probably the first time, and she's not happy. She shows off some toys that some other party guests had built. (What, is this Santa's workshop?) One is an animatronic dog that sniffs its own butt, and the other is a monkey that screams "FUCKIN' MOTHERFUCKER!" when you pull its string. The hostess wonders who would design such horrible kids toys? I suddenly realize it must have been the guys who brought me to the party.

I head out of the front door. This was an apartment earlier, but now it looks more like a freestanding house. Outside the door is a patio that wraps around the building. It's a weird sort of patio since has a stone wall surrounding it, making it more of an outdoor room. I don't get to dwell on these details because I see the guys are sitting at a patio table and laughing. I think I yell at them, but I can't remember what I said and they never respond.

Back inside the house, I see everyone is busy cleaning up. There's one girl who is upset. She explains to me that she works at the bar. They've gone through all the liquor behind the counter and she has to restock all of it in ten minutes. There's a regulation that they cannot stock liquor during the day, so when the bar opens tomorrow night, she'll only have available what we put in the cabinet now. How do they know? She points out that there's a camera pointing at the empty cabinet. I find a bottle of vodka sitting out, so I put it in the cabinet.

I start searching for any more bottles, and I end up bumping into David Blue. He looks a little out of it, as though he's had too much to drink. For some reason, I I point out that he missed by birthday. "When was it?" he asks. I start to give him a date in October, then I realize that I've got the wrong month. After a bit of thought, I give him my correct birth date, then add that it was last Friday. (It wasn't).

I find myself and others in a large, open room instead of the house where the party was. It looks like the lobby of a police station. There are uniformed officers behind glass doors, but they are purposely hiding their faces so we can't identify them. There's a TV mounted on a stand in the corner of the ceiling and it's tuned to a news report about animals in Chicago having trouble surviving the tough winter. They are specifically showing wolves and coyotes trudging through snowdrifts. I look out the window and see snow on the ground, which doesn't quite feel right. I return my attention the TV. It shows wild animals setting up in a CTA station to escape the cold. One of the women in the room ask me if it's true that in Chicago, you get wild animals living in the transit stations. Before I can answer, the police station lobby turns into the lobby of a CTA station just like the one in the television picture. There's an escalator in front of us with piles of straw on either side. There's a chicken roosting on the right side. On the left is a baby goat. Suddenly, a guy with a hammer comes rushing out, screaming, "I'm gonna burn your ass!" He swings the hammer at the goat. I am so shocked that I wake up.

I was floating in the water, watching as these weird boats went by. They were round spheres with a ring around them. They looked more like planets than boats. The occupants of the boats were gathering for a reunion.

Found myself waking up just before 5 AM and decided to try attempting a WILD. I relaxed my body, laid very still, and started counting backwards from 100. I saw some HI and I'm fairly certain I managed to get into SP. But I was still very much aware of my body, thanks to the pets sleeping on the bed with me. And the HI eventually trailed off without any sort of dream. After about an hour (I could hear the clock chiming downstairs), I gave up. Of course, I ended up slipping into non-lucid dreams not long after giving up my awareness.

I'm on the upper level of an unfamiliar house. It seems that one of Dad's friends cannot sell the house and needs someone to occupy it. I'm going to take a bedroom that once belonged to the guy's daughter, who was a friend of mine. It's a square-shaped room, smaller than my own bedroom. The walls are painted light blue. There's a bed on the wall across from the door, and two cots on either side. Otherwise, there's no other furniture. The beds aren't made, but instead there's sheets and blankets spread on top. It almost looks like whoever was staying there didn't really care. I start collecting all the sheets to throw in the wash. One of them is actually from a set I own. I'm a little puzzled to see it here because I remember deciding not to use it at home. As I get to the bottom of the sheets, I find a pile of poop on top of the mattress! I am absolutely horrified anyone could have been sleeping on this mess. I dispose of the poop. The bedding is piled on the floor, ready to go downstairs into the washer. I'm also determined to flip the mattress over so I can sleep on the "clean" side.

The next room has floral print wallpaper, a desk with an old computer, and a computer monitor that has been installed inside the wall. The computer is an old Apple IIGS. Amazingly, it still runs, but as it boots up, I'm surprised to see it running Windows 95.

I head downstairs, but oddly enough, I'm now in my own house. Someone is in the kitchen, playing with the knives in the knife block. He takes my chef's knife and bends it like it's a piece of aluminum. I'm furious! I start yelling at him about how it's the only knife I like to use.

There's a commotion near the front door. I leave the kitchen and look outside. There's a truck that's pulled up in the driveway. For some reason, I believe that they're here to take away my satellite television. Somehow, I have an iPod in my hand full of illegal video downloads. I have to hide it before they find my downloads! Luckily, some sort of barrier pops up blocking anyone from seeing me from the window.

I move into the laundry room to add something to the washer, but it's full. I realize it must be all those sheets from the other house, of course. The door to the garage is slightly open, and I see there's light on the other side. That shouldn't happen unless the garage itself is open. I take a look and find that the TV guys are in the garage, wanting to come in to get the TV.

I'm outside of a jewelry shop in London. It's a Links of London store located at Clarence House. It's a red brick building surrounded by a chain link fence. Good thing there's a fence, I guess, because there's a large crowd of people outside. Although I don't get to go inside, I am given a ring box with the suggestion that my sweetie has ordered something special for me. I open it, expecting to see a ring. Instead, it holds a piece of chain link glued together, not even large enough to encircle a finger. I'm disappointed, but I try to hide it.

I end up leaving with Grand Duke Henri of Luxembourg, who is driving a minivan that looks like the one my dad used to drive. His wife is sitting in the front passenger seat, and his daughter Alexandra and I take the two captain's chairs in the middle row. Most of the back seat is occupied with junk, but there's probably enough room for someone to squeeze in. As we drive away, Alexandra sees her friend Stéphanie in the crowd. (The eldest son of Grand Duke Henri will be marrying Stéphanie de Lannoy this fall.) She wants to give Stéphanie a ride. I quickly realize that Stéphanie will be given my seat, so I discretely get up and move into the back seat. It's not as comfortable, but it will do for now. Incidentally, this car is in much better condition that my dad's minivan. The leather seats look like they are brand-new. The grand duke isn't happy with his daughter's suggestion that they pick up Stéphanie. He pull over and gets out of the van. I hadn't noticed earlier, but he's wearing a t-shirt and jeans. It seems a little odd for him to be dressed so casually.

A very brief awakening, and it's back to non-lucid dreaming.

I'm in the basement, where someone tells me that the freezer is broken and all the food needs to be moved to another freezer. I wonder why we can't just pack the freezer full of ice packs. I notice that there are refrigerated display cases along the wall (in my basement?), so I start moving frozen food into the cases.

I look around and realize that the ceilings of this basement are awfully low. I could probably touch the ceiling with my fingertips and I'm barely 5 feet tall. The next part of the basement ceiling is so low that even I would have to duck. But I have to pass through there to get to the exit.

Once I go back up the stairs, I find myself near the reception desk of a hospital. I notice my friend Debby is there in a nurse's uniform. I debate going over to say hi to her. While I'm trying to decide, she walks right past me without any sense of recognition. I end up walking out of the building, heading towards a section with a curved glass roof.

Another rough night. First, I just could not relax enough to fall asleep. Then when I was able to doze off, one of the dogs woke me up because she urgently needed to go outside. The process was repeated two hours later with the other dog. But at least there was one good dream when I slept between both trips.

I nearly WILD'd with this one. I fell asleep very quickly and saw a lot of hypnagogic imagery. I lost consciousness while focusing on it.

I'm in an office where the walls seem to be made of cheap fiberboard. Through the doorway, I can see into another office where there is gas being sprayed from the ceiling. This doesn't seem like a good place to be right now, so I turn around and head in the other direction.

I find myself in line in a cafeteria. It's a really long line, and it winds around a complicated arrangement of buffet stations. The woman behind me points out a section that has a tasty-looking pork dish. But for now, I've only gotten as far as potatoes. I take a generous helping of mashed potatoes, but I realize I'd much rather have baked potatoes with sour cream. Somehow, a platter of potato skins topped with sour cream appears next to the mashed potatoes. I certainly wouldn't have taken any mashed potatoes if I'd seen it earlier. I go ahead and take a generous helping. Then, realizing that my plate is completely filled with starchy foods, I decide I need to take nothing else but proteins.

Except that I somehow wind my way throughout the whole line without getting any meat dishes. I reach the end of the line where there's a soda machine. It has lots of choices crammed into a very small space. I have trouble getting my drink of choice because the labels don't seem to line up with the buttons. They're all numbered, too. But the numbers are not in any order, and the order changes each time I look.

Without my drink, I look at my plate and realize I never got that pork dish I wanted. I look back the line, but it's even longer and has more twists and turns. I'm not sure if I'll even find that dish again.

One positive note on waking: I managed to stay completely still with my eyes closed. So at least I'm making progress on eventually being able to DEILD. I also made another WILD attempt after my second trip taking the dogs outside. I think I got as far as SP and had some mild hypnagogic imagery, but I couldn't relax enough to enter sleep.

Finally! After several days of really poor recall, I finally managed to recall a much longer dream. How did I do it?

Before I went to bed, I resolved that I would remember my dreams.

I'm leaving a building and retrieving my car. I must be in Washington, D.C. because I can see the Washington and Lincoln Monuments in the skyline. I'm parked on a road that runs along the waterfront. It's a sunny day and the water is a sparkling bright blue. It looks pretty inviting, but there's somewhere I have to be right now. I drive off in the car, but navigating the streets of D.C. is a little confusing. I'm not sure which direction I should take. I end up driving along the waterfront until I get to some empty parking spaces near the Jefferson Memorial on the outskirts of the city.

I park the car, cross the street, and climb up some steps to a small stone building. Inside, I get into an elevator. It seems that the building goes down into the ground rather than up. Two other people get in the elevator. As it descends, I realize that I don't want to be in close company with these people, though I don't remember why. I jump out at the first level where the doors open. It seems to be a cafeteria. I pick up a boxed lunch, trying to keep it level so nothing spills while getting into the next elevator.

This time, the elevator takes me to a mall. (The Mall, perhaps? This is D.C.) I walk into a store, which appears to be a Bath & Body Works store during their clearance sale. However, I notice all the fixtures are temporary ones. I strike up a conversation with an employee, who points out another permanent store across the way. I decide to volunteer to help pack up and move merchandise. I shove my box lunch into my back pack, forgetting the need to keep it level.

Moving out of the store, I'm no longer in the mall but on a stage. The curtain is partially closed, but I can see an audience sitting and waiting. There's a woman and two kids on the stage. They look like Pamela and her kids from "Army Wives." The kids are looking through the open portion of the curtain to see if their dad is in the audience, but he isn't there or just isn't paying attention. They start to cry because he'll miss their big show.

I am walking through a French McDonald's with Prince Albert. The restaurant doesn't seem to be operating as normal but has been converted to a military headquarters, with a large room in back where the prince receives updates from the battleground. The windows in the back room are covered with netting, though someone in the group figures out a way to open one. There's also a large jet parked in the room.

Ugh, only six good hours of sleep last night. The plan was to do a WBTB. But I could hear jet-lagged family members moving around the kitchen and felt too guilty to sleep in.

I was throwing a tea party/bridal shower and no one showed up. That made me pout, thinking that no one cared enough to show up to my special occasions. But then I went outside and saw that all the cars were lined up and stuck at some sort of barrier. In the meantime, there was all this ice and show building up on the cars. I started going from car to car and wiping ice off the windows with gloved hands. There was a moment of recognition where I asked myself, "Hey, why am I doing this and why am I using my hands to do it?" but I didn't really think about it too much.

I'm living in an older apartment building with red brick walls. In the other room, my roommate is holding a baby. I spot a pacifier sitting on the floor and give it to the roommate, who announces that she is going to get it steam-cleaned. In the meantime, she makes me hold the baby. The poor thing seems to be in a lot of discomfort and keeps squirming. As soon as my roommate returns with the pacifier, the baby drops off to sleep. I'm a little relieved to hand him over.

Two old friends drop by, but I'm reluctant to let them leave. I know that I'm going to need them as an alibi. Sure enough, just as I plead with my friends to stay, the police show up a bit too early for their cue. Good thing I knew they were coming! But how did I know? My roommate and I must have put together some sort of plot that I'm carrying out alone.

There's a man who joins us who thinks he can help me. He looks a little bit like Lou Diamond Phillips. He thinks he can find evidence by demolishing the red brick walls around my bathroom. It doesn't seem like any great loss, since the bathroom is so large with an odd layout. It actually has three showers stalls at right angles, but we don't need quite that many. As he starts tearing out the brick wall, I can see the sidewalk outside. Pretty soon, the opening is wide enough to walk out onto the street.

I woke up briefly, then managed to re-enter the dream.

I'm on that same street. Instead of apartments, there's a building holding a coffee shop, a resale store, and an empty storefront between them. I seem to own the coffee shop. A suspicious-looking man enters and wonder what happened to the old shop. I tell him that I bought it and reopened it. He asks if he can still get number 17 from the old menu. I have no idea what that is, so I give him a new menu. He keeps asking for #17 with a wink. Eventually, I realize that the old shop was a front for a brothel and he's asking for a woman. I hustle him out the door.

It's nighttime outside and the stars are out. I look at the sky for a little while, though I can't identify any particular constellation. It's almost as if someone covered the world with a piece of blue velvet and poked holes at random to represent the stars.

When I head back into the building, something feels different. I go into the resale shop where I know I have friends working, but they don't seem to know me. It seems that while I was outside, I went back in time by two years -- taking me to a point before I had met them. I wonder if I should take the same path or do something entirely different with this second chance.

Still aiming to do the advanced task of the month. I'm only getting partially there, as the train shows up in my dream but I don't become lucid.

I'm on a train. I have an empty seat next to me, and two empty seats facing me with a table in between. The train crew is coming through the car and serving tea. They're dressed in Union Jack uniforms with additional red, white and blue hats. It looks a bit over the top. I would be annoyed, except the crew member serving my tea is all worried about how I'm sitting alone when I'm not traveling alone according to their records. I stand up and look behind me. Dad is on the same train, but he's also sitting by himself in a group of empty seats.

The train arrives at a station and I get off. I end up climbing the stairs to the upper levels of the station, excited to see the sights, before I remember that I haven't met up with Dad. I look over a railing and see that the train is still parked at the platform. I go back to the train. Dad doesn't seem to be anywhere around, and I guess he's doing his sightseeing without me.

I head out of the train station to the local sight, which is some sort of tower. It must have an incredible view since the top seems partially obscured with fog. The building doesn't look very tall from where I'm standing, but I guess the whole area must be at a higher elevation. I pull out my smartphone to do a Foursquare check-in. That's when I realize that I have no clue where I am. I ponder this for a moment and think, "Well, no problem. My phone has GPS, so it will figure it out." Except that when I look at my phone, I see nothing.

I head up to the upper floor of the tower, only to find that access is restricted to ticket holders for some special event. They allow me to stand in the back while the ticketed visitors have access to a grandstand to see the view. Here, I realize that this is not a tower after all. It's some type of sports facility with roller skating on one floor and ice skating on another.

A brief awakening, and then onto the next dream.

I'm building a model of an expressway interchange out of foil and duct tape on the kitchen table. My goal is to figure out how to make cars get through the interchange faster. I'm testing it out by rolling a rubber ball. It's not entirely successful as the ball weights more than the aluminum foil can support. My guess is that making the ramps much longer might make it easier on drivers. To do that, I magically add extra foil onto the end of two ramps.

Dad passes through the kitchen on his way out. He says I should have checked with the road department first to make sure I was allowed to build a model. He tells me he'll be waiting in the car. Funny, I don't remember being told that we're going somewhere. I head for the stairs so I can go upstairs and change my clothes. On my way, I pass by the front window and see Dad driving off. So he didn't even wait for me?

I return to the kitchen. Here, I find that my sister is waiting with a lost cat that she found. I remind her that it can't stay here since Dad is allergic to cats. She tells me she knows, so she got a crate to keep the cat outside. As she puts the cat in the crate, I notice that the car has an extra tail protruding from its abdomen (Uh, seriously? ). I remind her again that Dad's allergy is pretty severe, so we head outside to look for the cat's owner. We seem to have walked into the heart of the city. After passing under a viaduct, I see a bus about to turn onto the street we're on, going on the opposite direction. I hustle my sister across the street to see if we can make it to the bus before it leaves the stop.

But instead of being on a bus, I find myself in a waiting room of some sort. The cat has turned into a crystal, and I am meeting with someone to see if he's the original owner. The scene cuts to a restaurant kitchen with Ali Velshi doing a live news report. He's basically using CNN to tattle on a chef who eats all the shrimp in the kitchen, then serves skimpy seafood entrees with the leftovers. I'm not quite sure how I got into the middle of all this. It turns out that the woman who owns the restaurant was also the original owner of the crystal. She wants me to find a way to mount it on the wall. I pull out a Swiss army knife and find what I think might work as a screwdriver. There's a small toolbox on the counter, and I start searching through it for screws.

Just an aside to note the progress I'm making with visualization and being able to fall asleep quickly. While I did not fall asleep immediately, it still made a huge difference. I'm thinking that I managed to doze off within 20 minutes. I've been visualizing an image of relaxing at the beach. Last night was certainly interesting as random thoughts actually worked their way into the visualization. About 15 minutes into my visualization, a woman in a muumuu showed up on my beach. I pictured her walking away and got back to the original scene. A few minutes later, a naked Joe Manganiello popped up out of the waves. Too bad I fell asleep before it got interesting and he didn't follow me into the dream.

It's the last day of school. Apparently I'm taking my sister and my friend "Tom" to school. Tom is telling us that his schedule will be changing so he can sync up with a boy whose dad drops him off late on Wednesdays. We're getting into Dad's SUV with the fancy entertainment system. I'm disappointed that I have to drive since they're going to be watching "Thundercats" in the back seat. One moment, I'm climbing into the driver's seat. The next thing I know, the car is careening down a street and someone is yelling at me to watch where I'm going. But I can't see oncoming traffic because the driver's seat is blocking my view. Somehow, I'm directing the car from the back seat, though the car is basically driving itself. The car passes Dad, who is walking along the street in the opposite direction, which worries me that he'll think I'm an awful driver. I realize that we're heading in the wrong direction for the school. I rationalize that we can still get there on time if we take the highway on the next left.

The car turns left and immediately comes across a set of train tracks and a slow-moving old-fashioned steam train. I see my sister crossing the tracks in front of the still-moving train. Fortunately, the train comes to a complete stop and I go after her. We find ourselves in this old-fashioned village where we are supposed to be role-playing something from "Game of Thrones." One of the guys in my group is the Skipper, and he wants to visit a shop where his "little buddy Gilligan" works. He thinks Gilligan can give us some information we need. The women in the group nix the idea after seeing the shop window. According to them, the flower display in the window is only appropriate for a "lady of the night" so they are suspicious of who Gilligan is dating.

The group moves on to another shop. The player running the shop breaks character when he realizes we're all "purple" like him. He starts laying on a heavy-handed sales pitch. A woman enters the room and hands me a plate with some lentil curry. The plate is a little greasy and it gets all over my hands. There is a bar top with a stack of cocktail napkins. I set my plate down and grab a napkin, but the grease won't come off my hands. I look over and see my sister is having the same problem. Then my friend Catherine joins us. I whine at her that, "It won't come off my hands!"

I fell out of the dream at this point, did a WBTB and went to sleep 25 minutes later.

A gentleman in uniform is escorting me on the deck of a ship. I ask him to tell me the sad story of Lord M. He takes me into a club and we sit at the bar while he tells me the story. It seems Lord M had finished his tour of duty in the Navy and wanted to immediately propose to his sweetheart back home. But WWII broke out that same day and he realized that his duty was to his country, so he reenlisted. His one true love married someone else and he married another woman after the war ended, but he never loved her. While I'm hearing the story, I notice most of the other bar patrons seem to be superheroes or villains. I leave the bar to find that Skeletor has joined forces with Baron Dark. It's not much of a surprise to me, since it seemed like they would be natural allies. I am captured, but I'm not afraid. I know I have the ability to resist when Baron Dark tries and fails to turn me into a skeleton.

I'm packing up my things in anticipation of moving. This involves climbing a stepladder to get the things on the top shelf of my closet, which has changed. The door and walls of the closet are gone, leaving just wood shelving. Must get this all done in a hurry. Apparently I'll be in class or something while the move takes place, so I won't be around to make sure my stuff is moved. I'm a little sad at the idea of leaving this house, but I am still really excited. I can't wait to see what the new house is like because I haven't seen it yet.

I'm in the kitchen, cleaning up after a party. There's a couple guests that I don't recognize and they are helping me wash dishes. My ex-stepmother is also there. She's not really helping, though. She's decided to rearrange the kitchen to suit her. She decides that the cabinet we use for plates would be better suited for food storage. I ask, "Well, where are we going to put the plates, then?" She chooses to put the plates away on the top shelf that I can't reach. I point out that this is pretty useless for me since I'll never be able to reach that shelf. She ignores me, so I appeal to the guests to understand my problem. They don't respond.

I must have left because now I'm at a pool. There's a mushroom-shaped hut on one side of the pool where the crew of a visiting spacecraft is staying. I come up with a clever idea of using a note to ask one of the crew members to have a drink with me at the poolside snack bar. It works, but he brings his commander with him. I get another girl to join us, but we end up in a booth with me sitting across from the commander and the guy I want sitting across from the other girl. Then they start bringing in other people, and I keep getting pushed further away from the guy I wanted to talk to.