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I was with my parents at night/dusk in Washington. We were in a place on the water with a lot of trees, darkly wooded. We were getting in the old rusty van we used to have, and my parents explained to me that we had to leave because if we didn't this one dude would kill us. He told us the recent stories of the deaths of several other prominent people in the area who somehow opposed the guy in a public forum, but then he killed them one by one. As he told me these stories I saw them happening, how he hunted them. So we left, but my dad handed me my old CD case. In it, there were a bunch of newspaper clippings and notes implicating this guy in his crimes. Somehow we got separated and I ended up in a little diner outside of town but still in the woods at night. The diner was pretty big and had faux-wood paneling. It seemed to be a house that was converted to a diner, as it had side rooms from the entryway that were used by employees. I tried to show a waitress my evidence to get it out there, and she believed me. I told her to take it and turn it in to the police as soon as she could. When she left the table, a couple of cops showed up to eat. I spoke with them casually for a minute, and then went to one of the backrooms that the waitress had put the evidence in. As I walked up to it, I saw that the lights were off and the door was open. The big bald guy from the bar that I threw out was in the dream, working for the murderer, and he was just stepping out of the room as I walked up. He had taken the evidence and was leaving to destroy it. As we locked eyes, I didn't know what to do to stop him and I woke up.

some guy from my school had a bunch of foils and fencing gear on and i raised my hand in the class room and said "il beat his ass bare handed"

This is the second dream of last night that I can remember. I decided to do two different posts as its less for people to read if they are interested.

We are staying at a friends house, I don't recognize the design but a feeling I had suggest that I am in familiar surroundings. My girlfriends family are all there and I must of explained my quest in Lucidity because they all thought it was a silly idea and began laughing at me. I became annoyed/frustrated at this point. We are having dinner at the table but I cant remember what it is that we are eating. They continue to gripe me about recalling my dreams ( I thought it strange that I would dream about this). My GF's WL Granddad then turns to me and apologizes with a massive grin on his face, this suggest to me that it is not sincere. I then became annoyed again as this meant alot to me. I tried explaining myself as to why I wanted to do this, however, no one is listening. This is the last part I remember.

This maybe a fragment from a third or later in the second, I couldn't differentiate between the two. It is night time, everyone is in bed but I stay up with a girl I used to go camping with, we sit watching a film. Her arms are wrapped around her legs like she is hugging them. Like in a sitting fetal position. She goes up to bed and I follow but I put on really loud music before I go up the stairs, the persons house who we are in says something about the time but I couldnt make out the words. I then look at a watch or clock (should have realised and RC'ed). For some reason I then go up and run a bath but never get in. I can hear the running water and stare at the taps but never test how the water feels. The dream goes hazy after this.

I wake up in WL and am so happy that I remembered some of my dreams. Regret not spotting some RC moments in the dream but hope this progress continues.

Thoughts?

Dream recall from today's nap. More DEILD success, though it seems to kick me into FA most of the time just like WILDs do. Still need to improve speech recall...
Note to self: dream characters be really distracting again.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was doing some stuff at home and dad was annoying me. At some point i am in the bed with headphones on, and i take them off and realize that i am dreaming, because can still hear binaurals. I look around and notice that room has old/different layout. I said something to dad and started trying to summon darkness hound-like creature in front of me. Some small clouds of darkness appeared but faded out after a few seconds. I walked around the room and then went for balcony door, but dream faded out. I kept eyes closed and tried to return to dream...

Dream 2:

My eyes open up by themselves and i am back in the dream version of my room, though i am in the bed. I get up and dad is still here, i talk about something with him. Soon dream fades out. I keep eyes closed and lay still again...

Dream 3:

Shortly someone grabs me and starts dragging me by floor, i open eyes and see someone's hand, i bite it really hard, shortly i am free. I notice dad DC again and dream fades out.

Today I woke up with an almost complete recollection of two dreams and for me this is a massive deal. I have been practicing my techniques for meditation and MILD constantly and I believe this is the first time that I have noticed the difference. So from my experience that anyone struggling with recall to keep up the practice as it does pay off.

Dream 1
I remember being at a party, like a wedding reception. I was with my WL girlfriend, a dream character, male, kissed her and I remember getting really angry. I punched then slapped and headbutted him twice. This is strange as I am not violent in waking life and am not easily wound up. She storms off, upset with what I have done and I follow her to the toilet. She is there and he has followed her there as well. I am not sure how this has happened as I never saw him come in with us. The DC girlfriend shows up soon after, another DC, and I explain what happened, I cant remember what words I used and how the sentenced sounded but she left upset and I left the toilets too.

I am then outside and realize that my car has been stolen (second time my car has shown up in a dream recently, dream sign?) I then see someone driving around in it, there are four people in total in the car. 3 I dont recognize but the driver is the dad from Sons of Anarchy (haven't watched this in ages, not sure why he is in my dream). I remember asking them for it back, he answers me but I cant remember what he says to me and he then drives off, they all laugh. The then come back round and I begin to beg for it back, I remember saying the words 'but it's my pride and joy'. they finally give me the car back and they disappear. My dad then shows up with his best and mate and our family friend in WL, he asks me what has been going on and I tell him, he replies but I cant remember what he said.

The only other thing I can remember is my dads mate asking to sniff my drink which I specifically remember was a jack daniels and coke. He says something that resembles I approve, in a jokey way as though drinking coke wasn't a manly thing to do. I think is words were 'that makes it much better'.


This is the first dream and I am over the moon that I remembered all of this and today has been awesome knowing that my hard work is paying off. When I start getting better recall I will then start to practice different mantras.

Viewed from 3rd person:
There was a man riding a horse through a forest wearing some weird colored feather clothes. He soon meets in his path another man that was guarding a small wooden gate. The guardian asked the rider something (can't remember) to which the rider replied "What do you know about the forest?" and at the same time some animal figures appeared far in the mist as though the rider had summoned them. The gatekeeper falls on his back, scared and the rider goes onward and fades out in the mist.

Second dream, 1st person:
I was at a family reunion, because there were some family members there, waiting for something and I was waiting with them. To my left hand-side there were a girl I knew in elementary (to which I will refer as Lilly) shcool and another girl I don't know at all. To my right there were 2 of my family members. We are all sitting on chairs. Some of my other family members are walking around in the room, looking busy. I am talking to Lilly and I asked her how she was doing and at the same time taking her left foot and putting it over my right foot. Moments after we were comparing foot sizes.

Non-Lucid
Lucid
Missed Indicator ((I'm marking them this way because at those moments I felt like something was off but I couldn't grasp what it was.))
I'm going to call them fragments because while they are all in the same places with the same people, the pieces are not connected.
Fragment 1: My Brother and Work
I'm attending a work meeting. We've gathered at the end of one of the aisles. My brother arrives late, carrying a starbucks coffee cup. He doesn't look anything like my WL brother. I have a moment when I'm staring at him, that I'm trying to realize that. He smiles at me, I smile uncertainly. His eyes were blue instead of brown and his face shape was wrong. He stepped back and his elbow knocked over a row of pale purple gift bags stacked 4 deep in the bay. It pushed the ones stacked in the adjacent bay to the floor.
"Uh-oh." I said. We picked up the bags.
While I'm doing that I think that I should be paying attention to the meeting instead of picking up products, I can hear the manager holding the meeting say something like that to the group, but I don't stop what I'm doing and he sounds really far away.

Fragment 2: At Home with my Brother
Then I'm at home in the living room. My brother follows me down the hall. He's been sleeping on a mattress on the floor. I said something about finding him a real bed and he waves dismissively at me.
"Nah, this is fine."
He's still carrying the coffee cup.

Fragment 3: Girlfriend, Father Lives with Me, Ugly Creature
Now I'm in the bathroom. I have a girlfriend. Sometimes she looks regularly proportioned and sometimes her features are stretched, almost cartoonish. She's wearing a soft grey shirt and jeans. Her frame is too tiny to be normal, but I'm admiring her in comparison to my own more...average figure. She straddles my hips. Both the door to the hall and the door to the bedroom are open, I'm afraid my father will walk in on us.
She takes my hand and leads me into the living room. There's a mattress right next to the door. All the blinds are closed, the lights off, but it's day outside.
I kneel on the mattress and she bends her knees slightly, leaning down to talk to me.
"I'm going to turn into a cat!" She says.
"Go for it." I reply.
She looks exceptionally cute as her face scrunches up in concentration. A kitten bursts into existence in front of us. She frowns at it.
"Well...you didn't turn into a cat, but you certainly made one." I say, staring down at the kitten.
"What's wrong with it? It's kind of ugly."
The longer I look at it the more I realize how little it actually looks like a cat. For one, it's purple. Its fur is really short, almost just fuzz on the skin, its eyes are yellow and bulbous; its ears are large, pointed and bat-like. I try to scratch it between the ears but the ears are too close together. It has 4 articulated claws on each paw.
"I think it's kind of cute." We both know I'm just trying to make her feel bad about willing an extremely ugly creature into existence.

Fragment 4: Junk Day, Miniatures
I'm outside, standing at the end of my driveway, by the curb. I notice a patch of clover, it's pale red. I think "Wow, I've never seen red clover before."
Next to the clover are file crates full of junk. One of them is full of small rectangular white boxes with numbers written on them in black sharpie. There's box with a picture of a dwarf miniature. I see my boyfriend watching me from the house. He turns to go back inside and I rush to follow him.
"Hey, there's a box full of miniatures out there, do you want it?"
"Nah."
"...really?"
He just shrugs at me.

Fragment 5: Rollerblades, Jean Grey, Cyclops, Flying
I'm outside on my driveway, wearing rollerblades. I'm carrying a white trash bag full of junk. I can't seem to stop myself from rolling. The driveway is more sloped than I'm used to. I drop the bag with the junk at the curb and skate back to the house.
I frown, trying to figure out why there's a giant truck parked in our yard and another parked where my car should be. I move toward the garage and see that my car has been crushed into the garage door.
"Stupid rollerblades! I just wanna stop moving!"
I manage to stop. Upon thinking how annoying the skates are, the next step I take does not send me gliding forward. It is a regular step.
"Huh." I say, reaching down and lifting my heel to my hand. The heel of my shoe is flat and wide. "I must be dreaming."
I tilt my head back and scan the sky. Everything is sharp and feels real. The sky is black, broken by tiny pinpoints of light. There is a cluster of 6 stars directly overhead. I know exactly how to test it. The shoe wasn't enough, apparently. I leap into the sky, when I start to descend I flap my arms like a bird. As I lose momentum I notice that Superman is flying around above me, he extends his hand and wills me to fly to him. I attempt to do so, resisting the urge to flap my arms, since I know I don't need to.
I don't reach his hand, he lands. The scene is no longer my driveway but a mall. I'm on a balcony, looking down at him. I see myself from the outside, I'm Jean Grey. When Superman shifts his position a little he changes into cyclops, except that he's wearing red and yellow. And, because my subconscious is hopeless, his hair is red. I jump off the balcony and glide down next to him. I offer him my hand and he takes it, but his arm remains stiff, keeping me at arms length, effectively stopping me from stepping in to kiss him.
Just by keeping that resistance between us, he is gently reminding me that I should be at my post. It will happen soon.
He points me toward the escalator and I take it down to the floor below. I can see him from there, and the balcony overhead.

Date: 23 May

Total sleep time: 7.5 hrs, deep sleep

Fragment1: I am in my school

Fragment2: An Australian girl in a swimming pool

Fragment3: I see a green parrot inside a room. Soon two more mini parrots escape the room, I try to bring them back

Fragment4: An evil female DC has some claims, we are fighting for a long time.

Well, I just got out of a small lucid blackout, with my third shared dream attempt. It lasted around my lucids' average duration, 20 minutes or so.
Note : I fell asleep repeating "lucid dream" without really intending to say it.

Lucidity: 8/10
Control: 8/10
Vivacity: 8/10

I DEILD after waking up from a normal dream.
I' m in my grand parents' house. A wave of excitement hits me, but all my joy quickly goes away when I begin to feel the dream fading away. I hurry rubbing my hands, but the dream gets closer and closer to a simple though until I actually wake up, rubbing my hands in my bed, still daydreaming. I don' t stop any thing, I keep rubbing my hands and somehow I get back int the dream; whether I was still rubbing my hands I don' t know, but I did DEILD.
In the dream I am still at my grand parents', my dog is here. I decide to pass through a low window . I pass through it slowly and, surprised by the ease I had doing that, decide to go back in and dive in the window. It works pretty well, the dog followed me through. We' re on a balcony. A big guy is at the end. I think about dreamwalking but I feel like the guy is gonna bother me. I run at him and dive. I pass through him easily and penetrate the small wall behind him as well. I fall quite a bit before I decide to fly my way to the ground. I propel myself super fast until I violently reach the ground.
Standing back up, I remember why I initially ran away; I do some random signs with my hands and for the last one, I fall on one knee and scream "Rhone !" like a mad man and ... nothing changes.
I wander around for a while, talk to some people.
At one point the dream begins fading again. I get it back rubbing my hands but I wake up some minutes later.

So now i have competition related dreams, haha.

Dream 1(fragment):

I was playing some video game, 3D platformer.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was with gab visiting other people's dreams using some technique or machine to teleport into dreams, we were verifying what score dreamers got for the competition. At one point we were in some sunny grassland place watching someone doing dream control from the distance, and we had a discussion whether it worth 10 points or not.
I count it as non-lucid for now though since fragmented recall(I generally remember my lucid dreams accurately) plus i didn't really knew that i was dreaming, since according to dream, i got into a dream by some kind of other means which i can't exactly recall.

So the dogs kept me up last night, which sucks, but I ended up having a good amount of dreams later on in the morning. Lots that I remembered, lots of imagery. The first two are more minor notes: in one dream we each had to pick a song to sing in front of the class, for a school project. Lots of people went ahead of me. I got an extra day to pick my song, "Prototype" by Outkast, and practice it, but I ended up slacking off anyways. The person who sang their song the best got to have a sing-off with the headmaster of the school, who was really good. (It was a musical school.) I end up singing, and it's pretty good. Not remarkable though.

The other dream involved staying up super late, and the fucking dogs making it impossible to get to sleep. I end up watching something on my phone, and Michelle comes downstairs. "Oh are you watching that too?" She was upstairs watching the same program on TV. Austin bites the bullet, and says that even though he can't get THAT much sleep, it doesn't really matter as long as we're in bed by 2:15 AM. That's his minimum sleep requirement before work.

The other dreams were cooler and more in-depth, involving movement and traversing imaginary landscapes. The first involved me driving back home with my friend Steven to Moorpark; we took a craaaazy back road which went up and down at insanely sharp angles and twisted all over the place. It was overgrown, more of a path in the mountainside than anything. A bicyclist was going behind us, and we almost hit him, but it didn't really matter since our car had broken apart at this point. It was basically two planks of wood strapped together, with wheels. I'm not even really sure how it moved, or how we controlled it. After a thrilling finale, we get back to the house; it dumps us back in my old living room. I owe him some stuff, since I think it's his car that was broken on the drive back home. I start hauling my old couch back over to his house. That should be ok, right?

At some point during the dream we are going over old videogames. This is a really big dream sign for me; old games usually represent the past, and the fun I had as a different kind of person. My childhood, more or less. We look over the different menu options for Super Smash Bros for n64, finding all the hidden "New Game +" options, and extra extra hard modes. I even remark on it, "Man, I'm always dreaming when this kind of stuff happens. I love it." Part of me always wishes there was more of a game to play, whole different modes of the game, more characters, everything. It was the worst with SSBM; I had a really memorable dream one night where I went through several different versions of the game, all with extra stuff.

Back at his house, we start to cook some steak. My mom is there. She's acting kind of strange, as per usual---confrontational and playful at the same time. She's standing over me; I realize I can look up her skirt, but wait, it's my mom. I do anyways (not to sound like a creeper but I wasn't even too sure of the person's identity in the dream), and she's wearing shorts underneath anyways made out of the same dark blue cloth. Crisis averted on that one. We have a toaster oven/refrigerator with different shelves which is doing the job. I throw in another part of the steak, and soon after it begins burning. What the hell?? There's smoke coming out of the fridge, so I open it up only to find that the last one I put on there I put in the ice rack of the fridge. (You know how some shitty small refrigerators have just a shelf that frosts over instead of a separate compartment for the freezer?) So I take it off, put it on one of the other shelves, and soon it's done. We take the steak out and begin to eat, and my dad is there too. It's underdone, though. "Should have put it in the BROILER" I suggest to my mom. She doesn't want to hear it. "It would have been nice and CRISPY if you had BROILED IT." My dad agrees. Fucking women, always going and ruining things

The main dream was really convoluted, lots of plot twists, and throughout the duration of it I was Arnold Schwarzenegger or Goku. As Goku, I've been training left and right. My main training place is this building by a "funhouse" in a fair. Kind of seedy location, but whatever. There's a master who lives there who I train under. I am infuriated at FRIEZA, my sworn enemy. He is at the dojo, and he initiates his final transformation. It's fast (this is DBZ Kai version, where they don't string it out with filler), and after an explanation of how he was forced to do this, and lots of swirly red flames, he becomes the small babylike version. Promptly, I charge my spirit bomb and blast him with it. There are no more flames, no more debris. We are merely slinking around the house at this point, pretending not to see each other. Bulma and Master Roshi, who are accustomed to the sight of Frieza, act as intermediaries. Eventually I leave to go on a drive with my dad, and this is where the dream really picks up. We're in his prius, (not a shitty wooden car) and we start driving away from the fair. We're about to go into the water; but this is OK. I have faith that we will drive on top of it. And we do! We make it across the ocean to Mexico, which is a densely populated place on the beach in my imagination. After a brief stay there, looking at all the RIDES and BOOTHS (everything is a fair to me), we head back. I am nearly superpowered at this point. We drive back towards the water, with the windows down, but the car begins to sink. Oh well, watch this. I roll the windows back up, thinking we'll just through the water instead of over it. It doesn't quite work out that way. I end up throwing the car to safety, or it rolls away back to land on its own, and I bounce along the water the rest of the way. At this point, I am more mad than ever at Frieza. He (or another malicious being of his sort) is surely behind all this. There is a voice in my mind, as I jump and run along the street next to the water. "At this rate, he might as well be flying." So I do; in a powerful surge of energy, the momentum I have from jumping simply ramps up and starts to carry me along the sky. Once I get to the warehouse, there are TRAPS LAID for me. They are poisoned, too. Dogs come in and start to bite me; I have to shoo them off. My friends come in with first aid supplies. I pull a huge glass fang out of my shoulder. Ouch. After this, we plan our daring escape in a very cinematic fashion. Taking the advice of Arnold, we make a break for it in a boat, through the river, making it back out to the ocean (or to the other safe spot). There are boogey-boarders, carnivalgoers, piranha-like fish that we must triumph over. And we do. Everything goes perfectly according to plan. Can you tell I'm sick of writing yet?

May 19 to May 22 Recap

Saturday: F7 Tornado
My co-workers stand on the curbside and shout out at me "don't leave us!" Oh well, too bad! I wave goodbye and leave them all behind as I hop into a hippie bus.

The bus took me to a new city I didn't recognize, but it was still a texas city. The city was divided into different "rings". As soon as I got there the most inner ring was under attack by an F3 Tornado.

More tornados developed in and around the city, causing confusion because no one knew where it was safe to go. I followed the herd assuming that was best.

An emergency warning over speaker announced that an F7 tornado was developing. An F7? My mind is racing "there is no such thing". The broadcast warned us that a tornado of this magnitude is so destructive that your only chance of survival - is to know where the tornado is forming and where its heading.

We took this F7 threat seriously! A group of us rush outside the city wall to find the forming tornado. It was literally right outside. The vortex was over my head. Black swirling clouds already sucking up furniture!

We ran back to the inner most ring- the same one that was ravaged by the F3 tornado earlier. The broadcast warned us that there was no point hiding. And to stay away from the walls because the electrical wiring will burst and youll die before the tornado is even over.

The broadcast told us that all we could do now in the force of an F7 was lay on the ground and prepare for the end. Hundreds of us laid down face first. It felt like we were just told an atomic bomb was being dropped on us.

I knew it was over. A rush of wind. I close my eyes. When I open them up again I'm back home. But no one is here. I'm all alone. I thought of my parents and how I'd never see them again. As I walk outside the images the bloody bodies fill my mind.

I open the door and outside there's a sunny beach waiting for me - and spirits of deceased relatives. I'm overcome with absolute grief. They try to console me and I wake up.

Note: Only days prior - a dangerous tornado that made a neighborhood disappear was only minutes away from my apartment, so tornados were on my mind. However, the feeling that there was no escaping a Tornado of this magnitude made me think of the events that would happen days later. Monday, Moore Oklahoma.

Sunday: UFO In the Sky
Everyone has left me home alone. I decide to go for a walk despite it being dark outside. I see a bright light in the sky and it beams a light back down on the ground. Scared of the UFO I hide behind a car and watch it as it drifts through the sky.

Monday: I should've have known-Porch
After a long day with the family I go home and take a nap. When I wake up its evening. There's something strange about the apartment but I can't figure out what. I go out to my porch and look at the beautiful nightscape.

Wind is blowing between the leaves and the air feels cool. I wanted to do nothing more but jump! I jump up and down because I'm excited at the idea of dreaming and flying! But alas, I'm awake. So I go back inside and get ready for work. Then I really wake up.

Wednesday:
Work was ridiculously frustrating. I had to fill this order for chocolate mints except we didn't have any. So boss tells me just fell the order with blue items because blue is minty.

I swear I spent half an hour looking for blue items that looked minty. Boss kept griping at me 'whats taking so long!' but I couldn't help it if these items keep morphing on me - losing their blue minty color.

Finally I get fed up and said 'screw this!'. I didn't want to have to deal with my boss bossing me around so I woke myself up. A few seconds later I fell back asleep - lucid.

The first thing I did was take off my shoes and socks so I can run around wild. A few minutes later the alarm rang.

Lucidity
Dreams
Real Life
Side Notes
Dream Fragments
Opinion

I found myself in a very active community, everyone knew everyone else, literally and took the time to interact with each other. It was very friendly. The news was on and reporting that war had broken out overseas. I was in a high rise block of flats and as is the way of dreams, I could see the war overseas from the window. All of a sudden I saw a missile launched and with a feeling of complete dread - not terror as you would imagine - I watched it as it soared up into the air, then it turned and made a B line towards the building I was in. I held my breath and closed my eyes as it hit the building and waited for the explosion. There was none. However as I opened my eyes to assess the situation, I saw the destruction you'd expect from a nuclear explosion. I found myself breaking into cars to steal for transport, some of the cars I was trying to break into were not like the cars we know of and are used to. They were operated and even started differently and try as I might, I couldn't figure out how to get them started. There was an incident were someone was trying to hurt my dogs and steal the food we had, but I don't remember the details.

I have had recurring dreams throughout my life about nuclear war/bombs, the type of dreams that carry over into waking life for a moment or two, but not enough or as often to use them as dream signs.

For some reason, I can't find the rest of the dream I put down on paper, so that's all I have for now, sorry.

Nicho...!

Only one lucid this morning

Only Lucid: So here I was walking at my school, but I knew it was a dream, but, not quite into lucidity yet. For some reason I thought that I had to roll up my pant legs before a certain time otherwise I wouldn't be able to get lucid.. (I have no idea..) SO, I turned around and started walking the other direction (which was also apparently a prerequisite before I could become lucid) and rolled up my pant legs.. After this was done I became lucid. Once lucid a DC said something to me, although I don't recall and my response to them was, "Oh yeah? Well, I can fly!" and I jumped into the air and started flying.. After a bit I got bored of flying, been doing too much of it lately, so I just landed and decided I wanted to try actually having a conversation with a DC, since I never do that. As I was walking over to a DC I rubbed my hands together to make sure I didn't lose my dream, I mean nobody wants that.. So, I walk over through a parking lot to a strip of sidewalk with bushes on each side and there's a girl, recognizable from real life and I say to her, "Hi how are you doing?" and she started talking like a robot.. I don't remember her response exactly (weird that I can remember exactly what I say, yet not what my DC's say..) and I can't now exactly recall the exact details but I remember having this odd thought process about how to create more depth for my DCs and that there was something special I had to do. It wasn't anything real that I've actually read or anything, and I have no idea how it came about. Anyways after that I said something else to her about knowing she was capable of more than her response and she fell over and spilled her slushee on herself.. After that I walked away and my dream faded away.

I wanted/was to kayak down across the sea in my dream and as I made it to the other side the wind got extremely strong and I was having trouble walking along the coast. I spotted a woman walking towards me with a blue coat by the looks of it, so once I got up to the person I asked them if they lived around here for some reason(Can't remember why, maybe for directions) and a guys voice replied with "No.." and then there was a sort of group of these people with this tattoo of a triangle on the backs of their heads and most of them were bald and I didn't know who they were.

I remember being cautious of them.

End of fragment,