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I was going out to a lunch that I had received an invitation to, it was in a church. The guy who had invited me said it was just a bunch of dudes who liked to meet up and have lunch and talk some shit. I decided I would give it a go. I went along to the event and then as the lunch progressed things started to feel weird, I didn’t know what it was yet but I just knew that something was off. I looked around and I realised that people here were doing weird things, I couldn’t see that they were doing anything weird but the things they were doing just didn’t make sense to me.
Things get a bit fuzzy here and they happened very quickly but all of a sudden, there were police officers in the church and they were being beheaded. I didn’t know why they were being beheaded but I knew that it wasn’t right and that I should leave due to me being in this situation would definitely be in violation of my parole conditions. I made an excuse which was; I have to head home, I am on parole and it is getting dark outside, which it was, I didn’t even realise that it had been daytime a few seconds earlier.
I went into a room where people were just sparring each other and playing video games and everyone was cheering and having a laugh. I saw heaps of people that I knew in there, a few from RL and a more than a few from prison. I started shaking their hands and making my apologies for having to leave but I was on parole and I had to go.
I walked out and said goodbye to everyone once again and then as I got to the giant front door to the church and opened it, I saw that there were police everywhere wearing riot gear and preparing to storm the church.
I quickly shut the door and then headed further into the church. I saw everybody sitting around the table like nothing was wrong and I decided to walk further into the church to see if I could find a way out the back to steal away into the night. I got halfway down the back room when I looked to my left and then realised that I had inadvertently walked through several live news broadcasts behind the interviewers and no doubt been spotted on camera where I would be easily identified. I put up my hood anyway and kept walking knowing that I couldn’t deny having been there now. I needed to come up with a new plan.
Returning to the room where everyone was sitting around talking, I saw two people holding handheld cameras and then two people in front the cameras reading out statements about a suicide bombing. I knew it was even more important that I get out of there, right that minute. I headed to the back of the church and noticed that there was big windows and I figured that they couldn’t be too high off of the ground on the outside if I could climb the masonry carvings that covered the wall, I could probably get out that way.
I was all the way up the carvings and then I smashed one of the windows and looked outside, I was in luck, it wasn’t that high, I might be able to jump and then tell people that I had been here but as a hostage or that I had had nothing to do with the terrorist activities going on within the building. I saw Dee inside and decided that I should get him out as well. I climbed down quickly and approached him, as I did this, a part of the masonry cracked and fell to the floor, I knew it would be much harder to climb up to the windows now, it still seemed possible but it would be much more difficult and I knew it.
A sudden report tore through the room where I was standing and all the windows exploded inwards becoming flying shards of glass stinging my whole body like a thousand cuts covering my body while being doused in salt water. I got off the ground from where the shock wave had knocked me and I considered my escape plan, I quickly told Dee to follow me and he did so, we scaled the remaining masonry and reached the window I had broken earlier as an escape route and then, looking outside, I saw something that didn't look good.
What I saw was about seventy officers in riot gear, all standing in a square formation like a Phalanx. I panicked and climbed down. There was a lady down there and she said that they will come through where there were once windows and the only way to avoid being killed was to kill them and make myself a path through the officers and a way to freedom. I looked outside and saw that some of them were mounting horses and some had themselves some hooks on the end of long sticks for capturing people, I knew I couldn’t be caught, The thought that went through my head was: If I can kill them all, nobody will ever know I was here, I geared myself up for a long and brutal battle, knowing that I would have to kill everyone at the event that I had eaten lunch at and then escape into the night. just as I was about to set to, I woke up.

Well again with the same supps as last time.

4mg G, 250 C and 200mg L-Theanine.

I had taken this combo other times but I guess I never really got to sleep in or never went lucid when I took them. The last two times I have taken them I have been lucid no less than three times in 3 separate dreams throughout the night.

Pre-WBTB: I was in some sort of competition and racing against others. It was a maze of sorts and some underwater events. There was school work or trivia questions involved. This was early in the night and I didn't take notes on this until late in the morning.

Post-WBTB: I think these are the order they happened, I had many through out the night so they kind of got jumbled and some of the details are fuzzy.

Dream 1: In an apartment and I think it was a female celebrity. I wound up with two women and carried one around. I started kissing both of them on the neck and mouth, woke shortly after.

Dream 2: On a ship working and there was a lot going on, cranes and forklifts moving stuff around. I looked up and the cranes were lifting big red bells and some were starting to fall down. I thought this was rather strange so I did an RC, 7 fingers... LUCID: I decided it had been awhile since I flew so I took to the sky. Its always tricky starting off for me but as soon as I started going up the speed increased and I was flying high. I don't have to flap or point my hands I just do head forward. I flew up pretty high and could see fields, I came upon some sort of ruins. I just remembered this part, I tried to yell focus and it didn't come out right and I thought I might have talked in waking life and it woke me up. Thinking about waking life seems to be a constant theme with me. I always think about my real body or what I am doing and wake up right away. I really need to focus on the dream itself and have a long goal or several goals planned out in the dream.

Dream 3: I was in some strange place and ended up with another guy and some I was with and some other guy who may have been a 'bad' guy. We were talking about lucid dreams and stuff we could do and I think I was Lucid or at least semi lucid. I was going to show the guy what I could do. I ended up summoning fire balls and throwing them at the wall around the guy, they kind of exploded and melted into the wall I guess, it effected the wall more than the surroundings. Anyways I did this a few times and then I left the room. Either this was the same dream or a different one but I was with two girls in the same area or type of place. I jumped off a roof and onto the ground, I know I was absolutely lucid at this point. I wound up at an outdoor café with people eating around tables with umbrellas around them. I decided to begin using telekinesis on them and throw them around. I threw a couple people with my mind and then also tried to just crush them in a ball with my mind. I know this is rather morbid but it was kind of fun to do, there was no blood at least . Anyways I did this for awhile and don't remember how the dream ended there.

Dream 4: This was my last and most remember able. I cant say if it was fully lucid or only semi lucid but it involved me having super human strength and flying. I think this was on the tail end of the supps so while it was a pretty awesome dream I don't think it was fully lucid. Anyways it may have been at the tail end of dream 3 so I may have just lost some of my lucidity. I had a feeling people were in trouble above me in the clouds. I flew up through clouds and fog and found people in a balloon above me. They were looking for something on the ground but couldn't see anything. I went and checked below us (at this point I was still lucid or at least partially, because I remember worrying about not being able to see and waking up). I grabbed the balloon and drug it down to the ground, they were looking for lemon and lime trees for some drinks they had. I got them to the ground and we then were in a store. I don't remember many details about the store but I do remember a snobby kid who wanted this and that. After the store we were headed back up in the air and there were people falling out of the sky. I was rescuing them but couldn't hold that many of them. I was hanging onto the balloon again and we decided that we needed to get rid of some of the soft drinks we had onboard so the people could be onboard the balloon. I began throwing them off the balloon. They were the size of AA batteries and I ripped a couple of the tops with my teeth and drinking them down quick then throwing the empty can.

There were a couple more insignificant or dreams I don't remember any details about but overall it was a really adventurous night.

I'm walking in a green and flourishing wood with a couple new friends and one old friend. We're in single file all carrying a large log on our shoulders, upon which rests water bottles, backpacks, camping supplies. There is a path, but we only occasionally step on it, favoring another path made up of one continuous tree that lies flat on the ground. The footing is often precarious. We chat amiably as we walk, and eventually come to an end, where there is a hill, a view and a river that turns into a waterfall. We then begin to argue; my friends want to continue as we have been down the hill, but I figure, we don't need to carry this log, we can just carry the supplies ourselves. Why keep holstering this burden? The path is tricky as it is, and with a hill our safety diminishes substantially. No decision is made before I awake.

I'm fishing, I don't catch anything but A does with a net, I grab a family photo book from a random family and return it, i drive and hit fences on the way I go to Sweden with C and A in the car I go to a city and Karl Malone is dropping in the draft, longhorns draft him and Mac says you have to be tough and karate chops a guy in a helmet, I go into a room and start to sleep, I dream within this one and become lucid I'm in Icleland the colors are so bright, I walk around touching things, I turn my mom into 8 people with my brother, talk to him about stabilizing and I fly 10 feet in the air and land my dream fades and I wake up into my previous dream where a dog tries to get out and I ask Clint if it was a shared one but he responds with no mine were about dark spirits, I wake up

#320 - DEILD - 10:29AM

We all some how had the luxury of sleeping really late. I had tons of dreaming so I'm gong to keep the dream details brief. The LD was really short anyway.

I am in the back yard but it's really huge. There was my normal garden and then an extra garden with tree like cherry blossom but it has thorns. A flower shoots a barb in my leg. I like how the extra garden is like a private hide-a-way. I tell my wife it needs work and we discus how to make it better.

I am on some business trip to California. S from work is with me. I see the sun setting on the ocean. On the balcony I notice how the building is only inches from the water. I see some garbage and two police cars buried in the sand. I have a conversation with S about this and snapchat it.
I turn around and now I am in S's house. I wonder the rooms feelins lost. They seem to keep changing. I finally get an idea of the layout. It's pentagon shaped. S says he needs to refurbish the house. I tell him it looks new but I think his choice of décor needs improvement.

I am outside and look up. There is a giant glass orb cutting though the clouds. At point and tell some people sitting on the ground. Its my wife and aunt G. Aunt G gets all weird and new age mystical on me. She's trying to decipher and ancient language about the glass orb. She believes they are aliens that visited long ago. I am in her house and she has symbols, pentagrams, crystals, dreamcatchers. Ect. Shes going on about some really strange ancient word. I marvel at how she went from Pentecostal missionary to this. I tell myself everyone is entitled to their own beliefs. Suddenly Aunt G is wearing daisy dukes and a red tank-top. She has her normal face but a hot body. I feel awkward.

DEILD
I wake and relax my body the vibes hit and a scene forms before I even know what's happening. I am back in my garden. I am still in exit mode and decide to move. I take a step and realize I am already in a dream. I see various strange plants growing. There's something like lettuce but it looks all distorted. I put it right and the dream ends.

5/26/2014
im walking down a road in my neighborhood, im going to my bus stop, like almost all my dreams its early in the morning, a bit before the sun. except my bus stop is a different place in my dream. its down a different road at a four way intersection. and other people that dont go to my bus stop are there, but it is people who live in my neighborhood. one was a fat bald kid and another was this one girl from my bus stop, i remember she was wondering if her friend who also goes to my bus stop was coming. i remember i had to call her to see if she was coming. i also remember talking to my friend about something...i can almost picture it but i cant. i think it was chess....i remember playing chess either there or on the bus. two of my friends were playing chess, i was helping one of my friends play against him. i remember some moves being made, and i also remember him getting one of his units trapped and thinking "oh crap, he can king now, though" but then suddenly there was another row and i thought "oops, nevermind"

i also remember being at school, after my 6th period waiting for the girl i like outside our class, when she came out i began talking to her about something. thats all i really remember. i do remember that i did go through my 6th and 7th period classes, and also the point were we walk out to the buses.


ive really been slacking on the DJ thing...and its been costing me i think. its kinda hard to remember dreams. i know i had more dreams that i woke up from and i tried my old technique of telling myself them in my head to remember them as i lay there but i ended up forgetting them. i remember yesterday i had a dream that i felt myself wake up, i dont think it was a scary dream but it cause me to wake up and it felt really weird.

05/25/14 I tell you it is very challenging to do a good WILD with all the noise of an apartment complex in the day time. My upstairs neighbors are freakin loud and I swear someone was using a power saw
I wanted to do a WILD and complete the advanced TOTM before the month was gone. When H.I. hit I created the images and feelings of surfing on a jet plane to account for all the loud distractions, and this allowed my brain to ignore the external world and complete the transition.
I was suddenly laying on my grandma's couch. My sister reached over and tapped me. I started to complain about how hard it was to WILD in this setting, not to mention with her trying to wake me. I realized I was now in a dream. I laid still and waited for the dream to become stable by focusing on one visual item. A fish tank was in the room. As I watched it shifted and was now hanging 1/3 over the couch I was on. The coral life in the tank was getting more detailed and finally was vivid. My sister threw a battery in the tank and I hoped up and went to fish it out, but realized I was starting to believe the dream was real, so I turned and rushed out to start my LD. My mom followed me and was talking and talking and even as I got outside she was loudly talking. I flew over the roof and up but still she talked. I realized the upstairs neighbors were making tons of noise and I had been trying to force myself to ignore them by placing the noise in the dream.
Fine, I guess I need a very noisy setting in the dream or I will be forced awake. I need an airplane, perhaps? There is one, I think as I randomly look into the sky. Sure enough, there is now a distant airplane. I begin flying up to it and put on the speed like a jet. I reach the plane and now see an airport. I fly down and across the more industrial portions until I reach the terminals. I figure I can put on a music show in an airport (to account for the nasty external noise). I go inside and people are everywhere being noisy. Now F@#k the neighbors! The noise all fits in my dream now.
I cause beautiful women to be in the crowd and keep randomly taking one of them as my girlfriend/ dream cohort. I went through about 5 different women in this role as the stuff that was all around (about 10 minutes of LD in here) would distract me, and I would just grab the nearest lady to accompany me, rather than trying to find the same one. I start to look for a place to preform and decide the lounge area is divided by movable walls. I have the first girl go open the walls (and then lost track of her). Now I need a stage. I imagine all the arcade type tables such as air hockey and TK them up against a bar. I jump up onto the stage and cause dozens of DCs to gather around. I test my voice. "Hello! I am going to preform!" Voice is loud and clear and everyone gathers around.

I do not play any interment or sing well so what now. Everyone is waiting. I just make up some words to the army style marching rhythm. "I don't know, but I've been told, preforming music can't get old. I can't sing well, so what the hell, I will just play a bell!" I turn planning on a giant bell being there and it is not. Hmmm, everybody is watching. I just start stomping out the rhythm that people use when they knock (thump, thumpthy, thump, thump,,, thump-thump). Everyone is just looking at me with blank expressions. Lame. Ok, I think that meets the TOTM and I am now uncomfortable.
I jump down and go have a few more minutes of airport based LD adventure. This is when I kept finding new companions and nothing very special happened after this, just random sex and exploring.

-I did have a lucid, and I think it was a FA and I caught it. When I did catch it, I used billybobs dream control method, and said theirs no rule in my lucid dreams. So I don't need to stabilize, my dream can do it for me. I forget what happened in the end tho,

-Before I woke, woke up I had this very brief dream of me talking to Ben Franklin I think and then going out to fight the civil war? I dunno. It was interesting tho, because for a brief second after I woke up I could still hear the muskets and screams.

So, I had a weird night. Yesterday, I did lots of awareness practice (i mean alot) and lots of reality checks. I was excited for the lucid I was gonna get, and could not sleep..like at all. When I did, it was like 10:00 (fell asleep at 8:30 for maximum WILD attempts)

I kept waking up in the night then finally a alarm for 5:00 woke me up to try WILD. I failed, of course. I stayed up for about 2 minutes then laid back down. Is it normal for me to have to wait 30 minutes to try to get into that good juicy WILD phase? Its really freakin' annoying.

this dream was all over the place. first i was with Nick and we were at a mexican restaurant getting ready to go some where. him and tarah were in a fight about something so they wern;t talking. he never told me why.

later i was on the lake wake boarding with some peeps and the driver when he would pick me up looped around me really fast. eventually i crashed into the side bank of the water and got stuck in the mud. i got out and walked around and found a damn being constructed. mom and i decided we should get out of there. but it was like i was in a video game and we were trying to attack these camps. my character fell into the abyss and i respawned at a chess board where i kicked the opponents ass.

later in the dream ii was at a basebal game and this black kid stole a hat that landed on this big fat guy who was sitting down. from there other black guys stole the hat from him. this waas alll on camera. then a big fight errupted.

lastly i was looking at all the sufring spots in america and new york state beach popped up. i was theere with my dad and some girl. we walked along and i remarked how the beach is so big and the water is so far... also how the breakers were to big to goo in without a surfboard. my dad agreed to what i had said.

the girl and i held hands and walked down the stripp

I've gone to visit my mother. She's working as a nurse at a hospital, and I can't go back to see her where the patients are, so I'm in the waiting room. I look over and see a large four-post bed in a corner next to some double doors. It's made of some very nice cherry. I hear a man explaining to passers-by that it's what hospital beds used to look like, and he demonstrates how the surface can tilt, and the built-in traction assembly for broken legs. He seems to be a meausium tour guide type person. I walk over to take a closer look, and realize that the man is Norm Abram. We shake hands, he explains how he built the bed and I explain how he got me interested in woodworking over 20 years ago with his TV show. When my mother finally gets a chance to take a break and come out to the waiting area to see me, I'm beaming with excitement as I relate my experience.

I'm driving home through a small town. I see someone important like a senator a little ways ahead, and see his secret service detail fanned out around him as they move. Somehow now we're all walking on foot. We seem to be headed in the same direction, so I take the opportunity to watch them. Our path leads us away from the main street of the town until I realize that there's almost no one else around. I notice that one of the agents has his pistol in his hand. I shout "gun!" since I don't see any other threat and the agent is looking at his principle. The other agents rush the senator away, and I'm left facing a very angry Harrison Ford, gun still in hand, demanding an explanation. As I try to explain that he's the one that looked like a threat to me, he doesn't get less angry.

In a car with mum DC and and random DC not from IWL. Mum is driving on a railway station and accidently turns onto the train tracks. We are trying to get off the tracks but we can't and a train comes and smashes into the car. None of us are injured but apparently the car no longer works. Now with no car one of the DC's I was with breaks into a car that was on the train station but not on the tracks. Sirens go off when the car gets broken into and one star is shown at the top left hand corner of my vision (sort of like GTA) Of course I see some police coming and I have a gun so I start shooting at them not sure if I hit any of them and I see the stars increase and I run I am then sitting on a motorbike in a warehouse sort of building and I have a radar in the bottom left hand side of my visual field with red dots showing me where the policemen are. I see the red dots coming closer to my position so I fire more shots and ride off on my motorbike I then get off it and am still in this warehouse (it was rather large) I start doing a lot of acrobatic jumps and flips while grabbing onto rails and shelves in this warehouse and I get on a very high shelf several metres high and am shooting at the people below me. I then wake up and attempt a DEILD but I was to late. It was a crazy non-lucid

00:00 Tuesday 2014-05-26

00:00 1.3 scoops UYM muscle builder amino acid mix powder.

remee on, I'm sleeping with it most nights now so I'm adjusting to its "face feel".

02:00 bedtime. Outrageously late. Not my fault, well partly my fault.

09:00 out of bed, recall dreams, nothing at first, then more and more flow in.

+ at work, I see a large (meter square at least) complicated schematic, I think it must have been produced by computer. Walk past a coworker I'm sure it's PS. Some other scenes at work with coworkers, I see my old car?

+ moving into a house in a complex on a hill, we have to unload a ton of boxes. We have to haul boxes up the hill because the complex does not allow parking in the driveway. To heck with that, I will bring my car up and we can unload much more conveniently, otherwise it would take forever. I'm in the driveway looking into the 3-car garage, there are two cars in there already, I tell (my wife?) to move one of the cars.

I see a room inside the house filled with our boxes stacked high.

I am walking through a store at the base of the hill, there are lots of things there (lawnmowers, small devices), I'm looking for a chair on wheels, I can't find one because I think it's against the rules here to push someone on a chair with wheels. I walk through a door in a glass wall (dream sign) and close the door behind me, this is a forbidden door. A guy gets up in my face quickly about using the forbidden door, I could have broken the glass he says. I playfully wrap my knuckles on the glass saying how strong it is, making fun of this rule, I can't believe he's actually bothering me about this stupid rule.

I'm in a stairway climbing up, there are 3 thugs there, they jump me, literally, one guy jumps down over the rail from the flight above me on top of me, I'm fairly confident that I can handle them.

Walking around the back of the house, there is a structure there (outdoor bathroom?) being constructed, it looks like a small electrical substation, I walk past it looking down on the ground and I see all the electrical connections/cables have already been hooked up.

+ I activate a dream control menu floating in the air before me, I have 3 options for selecting locations and replaying a portion of the dream.

It's been a while, I haven't been focusing on being lucid much recently. However, I did have to do some mental housekeeping. In my dreams I am what I call a chimera. What I eat, I partially become. Here recently the chimera has been going from zero to world-ending-mess pretty quick. The chimera was something I originally built, so I had to sit down and rebuild it. The first thing I did was restructure it such that the chimera was constantly eating itself. Only through constant renewal can it maintain its form. On my chest is a white portal, it is the outlet. On my back is a black portal, it is the inlet. Any forms I wish to take flow out from my chest, envelope my body and are continually devoured on my back. Putting the inlet on my back also makes it less likely that I'll just go on a rampage eating everything a-la-world-ender-mode. Additionally, I created something called a control ring. This ring floats behind me much like a halo that extends from about hip level to just above my head. Around the ring are many symbols, each representing a different concept. When I dial in a specific concept, the ring becomes a portal to that concept. At that point, I can channel it through myself or through the control ring. The ring can also duplicate itself and stack multiple concepts. For example, I might dial in earth and then fire to be able to vomit lava. I also intend to use these control rings as portals to aid in teleportation and time travel. So far, I can use these pretty well for summoning and transformation, but have yet to remember to use them for teleportation. That seems like it might take some time. Old habit die hard.

Morning of May 25, 2014. Sunday



I have gone to a second-hand bookstore again and then back to my Cubitis home, which actually seems to be in the area where our Barolin Street house was. An unknown male shows me a book which I “remember” having when younger, though this is a false memory. It is something about myth and magic and has a light brown cover with a few panel-like areas that almost remind me of the arrangement of windows on a Windows computer. A couple areas have writing and another has images. Even though I am “certain” I saw and had the book before in my dream, it is not one that I had actually seen at all in reality. There are also aspects of shiny copper on the cover and the pages’ edges. This may be very loosely related to a memory of when I was sitting with my mother on a bench in Arcadia and reading from a humor magazine (I also had the first volume of a set of encyclopedias called “Man, Myth and Magic” that we had gotten in the mail from the post office). I was reading a line aloud (fairly loudly) “…a member of the jet set” when a fairly unkempt male walked by, slouching, with his hands in his pockets. I had hoped the male did not think me to be referring to him as a joke or sarcasm (as I felt my face get hot), but he kept walking. The idea of “jet set” seems to be related to people who fly in the in-dream association with the real event when I was about ten.

This seems to remind me somehow about my own flying ability - as I seem to recall the textbook-style “key points” that are listed in a panel and call-out boxes on the pages’ borders that ask certain things related to the steps you have done. I go outside and do a sort of fast walking and sort of thrust myself upwards and fly with no real effort (in most flying dreams I seem to be jumping into a “cushion of air” that just allows me to go farther, little different than “inverse swimming” - where the water “swims you” - but with less resistance and more control). I go on flying maneuvers several times and eventually go fairly high and go over water. I land near a beach that has a lot of junk along the shore - an area that people had used to dump larger things like bicycles and appliances, some half in the water. Another younger male is there who is interested in flying (I think he had been trying to retrieve a junk bicycle to fix up) and we fly around for a short time before I see a larger gathering of people. I am wondering why other people are not flying to get to their destination more quickly. Even if you have something heavy to move or take with you, it seems that there is no gravity to the object when touching it and beginning to hover and then moving forward - you could probably even move a house (at least the free-standing kind on stilts common to this region) that way, which I explain. My flying position is the same as it is in many other dreams, sort of leaning forwards a bit diagonally, but sometimes in standing position (rather than like Superman).

This dream does not become fully lucid (as with many flying dreams), but it has the usual lifelong in-dream knowledge of how easy it is to rise up and hover, and then fly fairly fast (although sometimes it is more like teleportation). Some of the other people have success in rising and hovering but not flying that much.

Over time, it becomes more of a mystery that people bother to walk around on the ground than it does to just hover or fly, not that it is more difficult to walk, but why walk when you can get somewhere more “smoothly” and more quickly? All of the people are friendly and there is no aggression from anyone to anyone else. In a way, this may be related to my “orb” form, especially in early childhood dreams - where I often had that form in dreams - I guess because flying does not really require legs, or even a body for that matter - and as I noted before, may be related to being carried around as a toddler in longer periods where you did not have to walk to get somewhere.

This is probably another possible interpretation of flying to add to the others I have studied - in a negative sense, flying can mean “not having support” or a viable income at the time (which one dream years ago revealed directly in actual words) but can also relate to “performing well” or a higher level of success. On the other hand, my flying dreams were more often in “orb” form as a child as I “did not need legs” (or so I seemed to directly reason). So again, it is reasonable in my opinion that some flying dreams relate directly to very early childhood, even infancy (and being carried - or pushed in a baby pram - to wherever you need to go).

On the other hand of course, it is still relevant to the fact that “movement of thought does not require legs”, as well as being of a higher level of freedom.

The government was at war with..I don't remember...italy? At that time, for some reason, the government was moving huge skyscrapers with helicopters. At that time, I was in one of them, so I accidentaly fell off. The building was collapsing, but for some reason when I hit the ground I was alive. I ignored that (lol) and then the building was collapsing behind me. I was stuck in rushing water, and I had to jump between tight bars and debris platforms. This jump was huge, and as I jumped everything wen't in slow motion. Everything got REALLY vivid. Then it went back to normal as I grabbed the bar and the building was so close to crushing me.

After that, I guess the government was switching out newer flatscreens with older TV's. They weren't TV's though, they looked like computers. I dunno.

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