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people who smoke for eternity

1. I was walking across the food court in the mall. It looked very similar to the mall I go to in real life. As I am walking, I see my friend Chase, but since I don't feel like talking to him at the moment I just walk past him and ignore him. I walk through the entire food court, and eventually I come up to a big couch that's next to the merry-go-round. 3 people are sitting on this couch- Chase, and two other guys that I don't know. I stop in front of the couch and drop the bag I have been holding in my right hand to the ground. In a jokingly way, I go up to the guy sitting to the very left on the couch and taunt him.
He takes it seriously. "Chill out dude, I'm just joking" I tell him. "I don't do jokes" he said. He then gets up and puts his fist up. I figure since I don't really have a way out, and this guy takes things way to serious, he deserves a beating. I take off my jacket and we start fighting. I notice that the guy I am fighting is pretty ripped because I can see his abs through his unrealistically tight red shirt. It didn't scare me though, because if he can't fight, he's not doing anything to me.
He throws a few punches to me at my core and swings a few times at my head. I block most of them. I can tell that he is running out of energy fast, so I start swinging fast. I punch him in his chest and knock his face in. He falls to the ground. I get on top of him and hammer fist his head. I win, he loses. After that I get up and walk away. As I'm doing so I realize just how many people were watching the fight. Mostly girls were standing around us watching. I didn't stand around to try and get famous, I got out of there quick.
I run to a nearby store(still in the mall) and go inside. On the way there I see my friend Andrew. He is with his dad and they are just hanging out and having fun. I talk to him for a minute and then let him and his dad continue chilling. I walk over to the balcony of the second floor that I am on and look down. I can see a few friends down on the first floor. I go down an escalator to meet them. It turns out that they are just leaving, and so I leave too. I get in Dylan's car with Patrick and Dylan drives us to a place that's far away from the mall.
This place is really sunny. Once we get to this place, Dylan stops his car and I get out. I walk onto a huge patio concrete area that is next to the road. I walk around the corner of a building and I see a shallow pool area with light blue water in it, but that's not all. All spread out in this shallow pool, is what I end up calling "Water Puppies". I go over to the pool and go inside of it and start petting them. "That's weird, these don't exist. Am I dreaming? Well obviously these exist because they are right in front of me!" I think to myself.
I bend down and get a closer look at these Water puppies. All of these puppies look like pugs but they only have two front legs. Their back legs are gone and are replaced by some sort of fin. I remember petting a water puppy and as I did so it licked my finger. I get up and go back around the corner where I came from. Suddenly, I see a red car approaching me fast. It drives up to the road in front of me and stops abruptly. Somebody jumps out of the car and starts sprinting towards me- and its the guy I fought in the mall.
As he gets up to me I start fighting him again. This time he pulls out a knife out of his pocket and I try to stop him from stabbing me. I grab his wrist and push it away from me, but somehow he is alot stronger than me now. He stabs me in my balls 3 times and also in my hand. After that he stabs me in the chest and then runs away. I fall down in pain. Oddly enough I can't feel much pain in my balls, but I feel a very strong pain in my chest. I look down at my left pectoral muscle right where my heart is, and there is a deep cut over my heart and I can see blood coming out.
I get up and walk into the building that is next to the pool. As I get inside, I find myself in my house. I encounter my sister and she sees my chest. I tell her to be quiet and not to tell anyone. I am still feeling a pain in my chest, and I am wondering how I am not dead yet. I know that I need to get to a doctor fast otherwise my heart will fail.

2. I am at a public pool in Australia with my family. As we are walking to get into the pool, me and my dad start eating these chocolate crunch bits. I accidentally drop a few onto the concrete below me. A few Australian lifeguards are standing behind me and they see this and it aggravates them. They tell me to pick my mess up and I do.

Dream one:
I'm with my brother and a couple of randoms and I'm tying a knot to keep a sail tied onto the top of its mast, I do a clove hitch and a loop round turn with a highwayman's hitch to hold it in place, explaining to the randoms that it's a good idea to have a quick release knot in case of emergencies.

Jofish takes the small boat and starts sailing it around the very shallow lake we're in (I'm still standing in the water watching him do turns and even a couple of jumps in the boat)

[I wake up to my alarm and then fall back to sleep in what I guess was technically not a FA because I did actually wake up and turn my alarm off.]

Dream two:
I'm trying to get up but I'm lying in bed with my eyes really struggling to open. I take the fact that I can just about see what looks like reality as an indication that I'm awake after all even though struggling to open my eyes is a dream sign (it usually means my light box is shining in my face and my dream imagery is struggling to be seen). I get up and start telling Jofish about the dream he was in while trying to get up to make breakfast. I go downstairs and have to step over my dad who's sleeping on the floor in the dining area on the way to the kitchen - I'm back at my childhood home and am not surprised to find him here. Mum's got a large light box and I "remember" that she got prescribed one. My dream logic tells me that this is why I'm struggling to see.

I get to the kitchen and start rifling through the fridge to find breakfast things, but it's full of housemates' stuff, then turns out to be the oven, but the fridge next to the oven is in much the same state of cluttered mess. I throw out some obviously moldy stuff and am giving up on finding what I'm looking for when I realise there's another fridge on the other side of the kitchen and that does contain useful breakfast things.

I start trying to fry some bacon still seeing through the slits of barely openable eyes. I manage to get some bacon onto my flat griddle thingumy and start frying it. I decide I need to add some more bacon so I try to arrange the bacon so that the already started stuff doesn't over cook, then I add an egg and have to shuffle everything around again. I just about manage to find the plastic fish slice I need to flip things over without scratching the nonstick pan, after getting a little distracted by piles of washing up and having to feel my way around because my eyesight is so poor.

In the process of shuffling items around the pan and adjusting the heat of the hob, and moving the griddle pan around to ensure the heat is under the items that need it rather than under the things that don't, I've somehow ended up almost sitting on the hob and realise that my left knee is getting uncomfortably hot and I almost set my trousers on fire.

[Again, I wake up to my alarm (it's on a 10 minute snooze) and again manage to fall asleep straight into a dream.]

Dream three:
Again, I'm telling somebody about the stream I just had, again I'm trying to make breakfast. I remember telling the egg that I have to cut its yolk in half to make it cook at the right speed to be ready at the same time as the rest of the food. Again I'm struggling to open my eyes.

[Again, the alarm thing! This time I roll over to face away from my light box half thinking I might attempt a WILD as I'm obviously in the right timing for it to work]

Fragment:
The dream that arrives is yet another one of me telling somebody about my dream and the frustration of missing two dream sign crammed FAs in a row, and I don't realise the irony that I'm doing it again. I realise that I can't keep prattling about dreams because after that many alarms, I need to get on with getting ready for work, so I wake up to get to and ready for work.

SO MANY MISSED CHANCES!

Morning of February 4, 2015. Wednesday.



I keep moving in and out of sleep over a couple hours but stay in the same general dream environment and level of consciousness. At one point I open my eyes and watch an animation of a hand-drawn red and blue daisy on the wall above the real telephone (red and blue alternating petals). I do not try to shake it off as the hypnopompic stage it is - I am not getting out of bed yet anyway. It wiggles insect-like at times, and wavy lines “swim” out from it on the wall in all directions (one “jumping” over the phone chord), as the daisy drawing breaks up into its individual smaller lines. I look near the ceiling on the wall in the room to my left. High on the wall is a series of handwritten years (each about four inches high); 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, and so on, in a column, alternating in red and blue writing for each year (for example one year written in blue, the next down in red, the next down in blue, and so on), about seven or eight dates. I am not sure of the relevance.

Over time, I keep turning to either my left or ride side (typically alternating in seemingly “precisely timed” stages) taking care not to bump my sleeping wife and making sure it is done at the right time relating to the “proofreading” system I sometimes indulge in. My task is to read through someone else’s writing - three or four paragraphs, I think; I am not sure of the content anymore. The “paragraphs” are an orange fluffy ball hanging in the air (lit from the inside as if in photographic negative), about four feet up and to the right of the bed. I have to move my essence up and down through it to “download” the English writing. I have to “read” and “reread” this orange-fluffy-ball and mentally correct any spelling errors. It gets rather boring at times…It is almost like a featureless porcupine fish rendered in the wrong area, though it is not close enough to my sleeping body to be that annoying.

At one point, I am lying on a porch at an unknown residence. I am lying there mentally reading through a newspaper that is lying open near where I am, no need to turn the pages - I read it in a dream within my dream. This is not the right newspaper, though; I am actually looking for a CD that came with a particular newspaper, something relating to animal sounds made by students in a special project - I see the advertisement for it being in another newspaper. The front door opens and an older frail man looks out at me, seemingly annoyed at first, but then he offers me a place to sleep, but then I tell him I am okay where I am. He apparently sees me as a homeless teen.

A new “Star Trek” (original series) episode is being filmed in the large parking lot of a shopping mall in La Crosse (near the old Quillin’s IGA area). I am within the story itself at first, as if it is all “real”. I am on the Enterprise and I watch the activities of a Klingon ship from a window at the end of a very small downward-slanted hallway (nothing like this on the actual show in real life) - it is close and I see a lot of detail but it does not fire. Later, I am walking around in the parking lot and see that all the ships are miniature. Does this mean all the actors had been miniaturized as well? I see no larger sets representing the inside of ships. It seems very late at night. After a short time of exploration in the parking lot, I look down at a model of the Enterprise and comment on how much of it is made of cardboard, though in fact, it is actually sitting over a rectangular cardboard “fence” and not with any cardboard in the plastic model itself.

Leonard Nimoy and William Shatner, both seeming only around forty years old at the most, are seated on benches. I ask William Shatner if they are making a new “Star Trek” episode (again, as part of the original series) and he says “yes” quite cheerfully and I say “cool” with a warm sincerity, not remembering they are rather old now and that it is not 1969 anymore.

Morning of February 4, 2015. Wednesday.



I am seemingly in a taxi in the front seat but there is no direct focus on being the driver (though no one else is in the front seat - the steering wheel is apparently on the right side). In the seat behind me are possibly two people, but there is only focus on one on the right when looking back (on my left when watching the road, but I mostly only look behind me). I am not sure of the location.

It is an older, seemingly happy lady in white (almost motherly in her presence), including white material over her head, somewhat hood-like. Her clothes seem like either religious apparel or possibly (on a lesser note) medical. She cheerfully and quickly puts in a single artificial tooth, which is a longer fang, on the right side on the top row of teeth. This act does not seem threatening in any way and seems as casual an act as looking at a wristwatch. No one speaks. This is during a “scripted” stage of attempted lucid dreaming and during lucidity (though is not related to the scripting at all), but nothing significant follows.

argh, too many dreams and no middle of the night recording, it's all sort of a jumble now and a lot of content slipped away.

Way late to bed

01:50 bedtime

almost asleep after about 15 minutes, then wife asks me question, get upset that sleep process disturbed, take 2mg melatonin to make sure I fall asleep

11:10

+ scored my first touchdown in the women's (!!) collegiate football league on an interception; in a house saying "did you see my play on TV?"

I'm standing on the sidelines of a women's football game in a stadium on a gray, cold, and rainy day in Oakland. I see the stands of fans, the coaches, and notice the light rain streaming down diagonally. Standing facing the field I hear the visiting coach say to the home coach "I'm sorry that your players have to play in this sort of weather." Either I or the home coach says/thinks the weather isn't always this bad.

It's dark and I'm on the field in a play on defense. The play begins and the quarterback goes to pass, she passes and a blocker jumps up and tips the ball, it's coming down now and I'm near it, I may get it, I lunge for it and I catch it! I've intercepted the pass, and we're waaaaay down on the other end of the field, can I make it? I give it my all and run for the far end zone, anticipating tacklers but none catch me. Can my heart last all the way there? Near end zone some (now) defenders appear, they may stop me right before the goal link, no, I must make it, and I make it, store the touchdown, and raise the football into the air in celebration!

I appear in a small bathroom in a house, a young woman is there, and the place is filled with pine tree branch tips full of tiny budding pine cones. I leave the bathroom into the living room, I sense my best friend MR is there, and I say, "did you SEE IT!? My first … women's … collegiate…TOUCHDOWN" I'm trying to figure out if they saw it on TV they indicate they did.

+ desperately trying to close screens of NSFW content on laptop as wife enters room, instead they multiply and fall off the screen as sheets of photographs

On a laptop with NSFW screens up, wife enters room, I quickly hit the close screen key but the screens don't close (dream sign) (well actually they do close but there's always another one popping up or sitting there behind the one just closed). She comes around to my side and I have to close the screen to hide the content. She starts talking about something but all my attention is focused on clearing those screens. I close some but there seem to be an unlimited number of them. At some point the screens of images become physical photographs which pile up on top of my hand sitting in between the keyboard and the mostly closed screen.

+ I'm in the underground railroad saving slaves, hide them in the shack, the prosecutor is biased, grizzled train engineers won't give up their black comrades

I see a shack by the side of the road, either a chicken coop or a run-down vendor's daytime market shack that no one will look in, we can hide the slaves in there. Scene inside with the slaves, talking. I'm thinking we won't get any help from the local prosecutor since he's biased. I approach a train outside and see the grizzled, sooty, stern faces of the engineers, they will not give up their black comrades.

+(f) two teens hung to die(?), hands bound around their chests

+ deserted drug dealer houses, bowling alley in son's room, 7-10 split close-up

Driving by houses on the left, look and see they are deserted, I say yes those are the houses of rich (drug dealers?) better not to go in them (?). Inside, talking with the owner, I notice in his son's room there are two full-sized bowling lanes. I want to bowl, do they work? Yes, we go in and clean up the stuff that's piled on the lanes and bowl a few balls, they start returning on the ball return mechanism but something's blocking them.

I then see a close-up of the end of the alley where there is a 7-10 split, there is a narrator talking about the (pro?) bowler trying to hit the split, I see the ball appear, it's heading for the 10 pin, it has heavy spin, I see the ball appear/approach the balls several times, it's coming from the left (like from a left-handed bowler) towards the 10 then swerves to barely clip the left edge of the 7 pin which slooooowly falls over and then rolls around to eventually slowly knock over the 10 pin, he made the spare!

+ peeing in a strangely decorated bathroom (made to look like a scummy public rest stop): asphalt floor, toilets are just depressions in the ground, grates to the outside

I walk into the bathroom, and am struck at how it looks: it looks like a spartan outdoor public toilet, the floors are made of asphalt, there are doors and windows to the outside covered with metal grates, and the toilets themselves are just depressions in the asphalt floor. I'm thinking a mess was made by some guy peeing from outside up through the high window grate into the bathroom.

edit: I'm promoting the above to a dream from a fragment, it was too long for a fragment and had me looking at and thinking about things.

First dream

It was during three days. The first day I was ill, and had to stay in home. During that day I was lying in my bed. Second day I was feeling better, and started to work on a mod for Half-Life. My younger sister told me that I'm going to school next day. The third day I was in school. I had to clean a classroom with other chosen students. When I started to do this other students criticised me. Then a teacher came and told me that I clean the wrong classroom. We went to the right one, and started cleaning.

Failed ToTM

When the dream about cleaning ended I DEILD'ed to this dream. I found myself in an industrial area. Suddenly I became lucid. I try to recall the ToTM page, and see it. I saw that they were changed, but I wasn't sure. I did what I've seen. Basic task I - super high jump. So I jumped, and looked at the second task. Basic task II - teleport somewhere. I did it, and found myself in the Age of Empires III colony. I look at advanced task I - make something disappear. So I pointed at some buildings and they disappeared. I looked at the advanced task II - make a fire tornado. I saw a DC running twards me. I make a gesture as if I was to hug him and say Inferno! Sky turns red, and everything gets an orange glow. Fire tornado was quickly coming to me.When it touched me and that DC I woke up. I was mad, because I realised that those weren't the tasks for February, but my mind made them up!

as the enitre world falls asleep an they try to dream

>I was thinking of Mark Sandman and something else.

>I was in my town and heard of someone sort-of being in debt to another. I know his name, I'm just not posting it here.

>I then went down the street and then over a bridge, I think; I then (With at least one other person) somehow cut down a tree in an area that I didn't know was posted for no loggers, and then the action was known near immediately. I was then in some sort of debt and whoever it was considered me deaf and another person (Who I know the name of and know in waking life) was blind.

In this dream, I was on a facility tour, and I introduced myself to a manager. I told him my name and where I was from. He smiled then said, “Yes, the alarms went off when you arrived, and they announced it over the PA.” He smiled a little harder, and I found this a wee bit funny, then the dream ended.

I didn’t wake up physically, but I was consciously alert. In the waking world it was 10:00 Am. I felt some slight vibrations, and I figured I would try an OBE exit. I’ve never done this so late in the morning, but it doesn’t hurt to try, so I went for it! I jumped out of bed, but my butt caught the edge of my bed, and I was stuck, so I pulled really hard with my stomach muscles and slowly rose up to my feet. I did the traditional removal of my CPAP mask and blanket, but my vision was yellowish and really dull. I reached around my face, and all was clear, but I wanted to know what the heck was causing my dull vision. My first instinct was to leave the bedroom, and get as far away from my body as possible, so as not to get sucked back in.

It was 10:00 Am, and I was expecting to see a well-lit hallway, but my vision was still dull and yellowish, so I headed off to the bathroom to take a look in the mirror. To my surprise, my eyes were closed! How could this be? I tried to open them, but my eyelids just wouldn’t open, so I raised my hands up to pull my eyelids open with my fingers, but my fingers passed right through my face, and I couldn’t feel anything! I then heard my daughter laughing behind me, so I turned around to give her a hug, but I couldn’t see her because my vision was so crappy. I decided to go take a look in her bedroom to see if she was there.

Her bedroom was even darker then the hallway because the window blind was closed. In an effort to find her I crawled around on her bed feeling under the covers to see if she was there, but no luck. I ended up back in my bed and I saw a quick hypnagogic image of my daughter’s face before I woke. She was smiling ear to ear due to the hilarious situation.

February 03, 2015

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Zukin Got Shot D:

Zukin and I were living with a psychopathic killer, apparently... One day he 3D-printed a gun, and used it to kill Zukin and three other people... right in front of me. Then he laid them all out over a long table, on their backs. This whole time I was numb and couldn't really move. I didn't even fully take in what had happened until the killer left through the front door. I tried to wake Zukin and the others up, but they wouldn't move...

Then I heard the sirens from outside. I looked through the peep-hole in the front door, and saw a cop standing at the other side of a fairly long tunnel. I naturally let the cop in, because I was innocent and wanted the killer to be caught. The cop came in and asked a few questions, then inspected the bodies... I couldn't look at Zukin.

I went a little crazy then. I invited some random chick into the house, made her wear a green cloth over her head, and mentally green-screened Zukin's face onto the green cloth... I was trying to make it so Zukin was still alive, but it wasn't working. she was still dead, and I was lost. I called the cop who had come before and asked him to come over so I could ask him something. It had finally hit me that she was gone, and because the psychopath was still at large, I had to keep this all a secret. But I wanted to be able to call Zukin's mom and tell her what had happened. I didn't think it was fair that her mom had no idea she was dead. So this cop finally comes back, and I ask him if I am allowed to call Zukin's mom, and the cop said absolutely not. It would compromise the whole investigation, he said...

Then I woke up and it took me a few minutes to realize where I was and the rush of relief when I realized it had all been a dream was tangible.




Field Force-Fields

I am part of a group who was walking along a bunch of crops and checking force-fields. Like, each crop had a force-field around it to keep bugs and animals and robber out. We were in pairs, and had to walk or bike around the edges of each field to check that the force-fields were all intact. My partner and I spotted an anomaly in our field, and used this contraption to seal it up again. It turned out a piece of something had gotten stuck in the force-field which made it bowl out, or something.

Our field was edged by a river on one side, and we had to cross a bridge to get to our next field. I had super vision, apparently, because when I looked in any direction I could see the other pairs making their way along their own fields, which were far away. It was as if each pair was only about 20 feet from my partner and I. It looked like all the other pairs were having issues; either one of them was injured or otherwise slowing things down, or the pairs were bickering, which also slowed them down. It seemed like my partner and I were the only ones running full throttle.

A man came across a woman seemingly sleeping in the forest, but when he approached her she spoke quietly, asking him to kill her quickly and to leave her mother alive, so that her mother could continue to feed the others. He's shocked by this, but that's because he's under the impression she's human. She's a wolf, she only looks human. She knows he came there to hunt them.

She's speaking to her mother, also human-appearing, and says she wants her next lesson to be that lesson - the implication is she's decided to marry that hunter.

The hunter speaking with two other men, also hunters, one of them saying, "You can't stay married to that madwoman."

The hunter sitting in the forest, chanting a prayer or a spell that talks about the eyes of the wolves. Although the rest of the dream had been in English, he's speaking Spanish here. As he chants, the forest around him seems to change - the shadows become darker, the moonlight becomes brighter, patches of glowing fungi appear around him. He's amazed and enchanted by all of this. He's not aware of this, but from my disembodied perspective, he himself also looks different - his eyes are faintly glowing gold, and there's a sort of shadow over him, as if looking at a photograph of him overlaid with a photo of something else. Behind him, a pile of vines and undergrowth heaves upward into the form of some great beast - he's delighted by everything now but I'm sure he'll be afraid when he sees this.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm talking with a wizard from another world over tea. He's brought some of his people here as a sort of emergency hideout, and he's concerned about them picking up bad habits while they're here, to the extent that he's got them camped out at the bottom of the hill instead of in the house with me. He describes my form of magic as 'lax' and not something he wants spread to his people, which I find ridiculous for all sorts of reasons - for starters, when we'd first met he'd been seeking my help with some murderous wannabe dark lord type. I'd put a compulsion on the man to prevent him from taking human lives, which seemed such an obvious solution, I can't believe he couldn't manage it on his own. And really, as far as I can tell his world's form of magic just requires you to say the right nonsense words in the right order to express what you want, so if you're going to talk about laxness and discipline, that seems lax as hell to me.

But in any case, while we're talking about the arrangements for his people, two guys from my world come into the room. They're trying to avoid getting into trouble with their boss - they'd claimed to be unable to carry out some duty on account of being busy elsewhere, which was a lie. Now their boss is on his way to the house and will certainly sense their presence, and since I've already got a portal open, I wouldn't mind if they ducked through until the coast is clear again, would I? Fine, fine, I wave them through. That wizard objects strongly, but for crying out loud, those two aren't going to corrupt your world's magic system in a few hours, it'll be fine.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

In the American western desert, me and an older man are standing next to a car, watching a group of police vehicles pull up. We're going over a few last details before we talk to them. At the moment I'm telling him about a body I'd left floating in a pool of a private home. I see a mental image of it as I describe it, struck by the way his legs had stayed bent underneath him even as he started to float in the water. That older man says he already knew about that one. That's everything then.

He says there's a saying, "The liar does two steps worse." Do I know why that is?

I say I don't know, but then I look where he's looking. His family's just gotten out of one of those police cars - his wife, his daughter, and the daughter's boyfriend. They're looking around, haven't seen us yet with all the confusion around the scene downhill. It's clear to me they're the meaning of that saying. Lie to the people you care about and you lose them even if you're still physically present - you've separated part of yourself from them.

I've had a heavy cold for a week , so my dreams have been less than worthless! Heres my best one from the last few days

I step out my house with a pal, He's to my right though I never look at him. My house is nothing like my house IRL of course and it opens out ont parkland. We have a wee walk and one of my best pals appears from some trees with a dodgy looking lad dressed inn brown and smoking a fag. They have a wee brown dog. We now have a wee white dog. The dogs start playing and the brown one finds a tiny wee bone from somewhere and gives our dog it, which is nice. I look back at my house, its about 50ft away and the door is wide open. I go back to close it. My uncle is there, we have a disagreement and he says the 'F' word rather a lot, and so do I , to be fair. He then gets up and starts chasing me with a view to giving me a good kicking I believe. Theres an odd close up of a big book for some reason and I wake up saying out loud 'Leave me alone!!!'

The end

NON LUCID
*I felt as if I had no refuge completely alone. I started to chant swaminarayan, which is strange because I am a Buddhist. The scape dream was very clear, with a slight semi-lucid aspect to it. I sort of debated in my head if there was an ultimate GOD or not. Chanting Swaminarayan might me confused to the fact of weather this was true or not, but deep down I still held the Buddhist view.

*On my back I rested in bed with this very pretty girl black girl laying on my right shoulder. I noticed her skin seemed to be spotty, I completely ignored this fact as she started to give me a blowjob. After like three sucks I came in her mouth. At this point was a Mexican girl.

The dream is already fading but all i remember now is that me and ayo and a bunch of other people were in some amazing race, heading to the foundation year interviews and i beat Ayo but that girl from state street and on the track team beat me... once we got inside i remember being around other kids in a classroom at a table but thats pretty much it