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I dreamed that me and my friends were Pokemon trainers and we all looked like the video game. We were walking on one of the roads and we met another band of trainers and we challenged them. My friend Ryan throws a paralysis bomb at them and was really mad when he found out that they didn't use paralysis potions to move again.

Dream Type: Non-Lucid, Memorable.
Dream Mood: Threatening, scary, romantic.
Dream Setting: My High School, some amusement park.
Dream Characters: No One I Knew.

At the start, I was confronted by three or four Asian kids about something strange, very strange. For some reason, they knew that I knew that they had the powers of becoming a ghost of some sort, who consume other people's souls or something strange and dangerous as that. They asked if I wanted to join them, and for some reason, I accepted. I don't see why though. The way I'd activate this ghost power was by making up some Japanese word and saying it, well, it really seemed more like I was typing it in a chat box somewhere in the corner of my vision. I only got it to work once, mainly because I couldn't remember the word I made up, though I think it was something like Dobutsu Monaki or something asinine like that. Still, when I was a ghost, I didn't collect anyone's souls, though my vision was all purple. That dream ended out of nowhere.

In the beginning of this new dream, I was already cuddling up and making out with this girl, who was actually quite attractive. We were behind a building of sorts, and I was much more studlier. I had curly blonde hair that went to my neck, and had some pretty nice muscles to say the least. Still, we kept doing what we were doing, until another couple came by. Strangely, they would not let us continue on with our doing, and scolded us everytime we tried, so we had to come up with a way to get out. We never did, well, the dream ended before we could.

Just like last night, I was at my parents house. And just like last night, I had issues with folks trying to get through my bedroom window. Entirely different dream from last night, and entirely nonlucid.

I was in the family room watching tv, and mom was in the kitchen. The couch in the dream was a rocking couch, even though it wasn't in real life. For some reason, I had girl parts and boy parts. And the main boy part was actually IN the girl part. And rocking on the rocking couch felt real real good. I had a blanket over me, so you couldn't tell. Anyway, it was feeling a little toooo good, so I decided to go to my bedroom to finish. But some weird goth people (friend's of my mom I think?), who kinda lived on our porch right by my bedroom window, were trying to get into my room. Like their party was spilling into my bedroom. I was BALLISTIC. (lol, ball). I just shoved them back outside, locked the window lock, and started trying to pin my curtains over the window so they couldn't see inside either. By the time I had accomplished all that, I was no longer horny and I woke up.

An interesting side note: I told a coworker buddy of mine yesterday that I had the lucid dream the other night where i was a girl and had sex, then a guy and had sex. I said, it must be penis envy. She said, nah, it just means you're fine on your own.. you don't need a man because you have both parts. Then BOOM I dream I have both parts simultaneously. Power of suggestion, I love it!

I may have been briefly lucid a half dozen times prior to this last night, but if so it was just in minor little phases and my recall is too blurry, so I will ignore them. The real action started near morning. I took a heavy dose of sleep aids so it is no wonder my recall was messed up. I had a vivid non-lucid that went on for a long time. It involved me being surrounded by a large group of people whowere going to force me to fight some young guy in a ring. The young man had vast martial arts training. My only real hope was that being so young, he could only have a limited amount of training assumig hehad waited until 12 to start, then maybe I would be ok. I took pictures with my phone of all the crowd,but then realized it was a bad sign they allowed this. As in, they did not plan on letting me live. I woke up from this.
then did a DEILD and being lucid I changed the story to them giving me a day to prepare. I tried to do a realitycheck and stablize. The oddest thing happened. I would have a body as long as I passively observed the story and only guided my actions within the story. When Iwould stop and try to take direct control, such as look at my hands, my body would fade. I was fully lucid, but seemed forced to play out the scenario. What the F***! If I was playing along with the impending fight scene I did just fine and could exert control realated to the story, but I was being forced toplay along. I wanted to go find and ride a pegasus not get my ass kicked in a cage match. I wonder if the heavy sedation from sleep aids is why I had so little say over things?
The short version is I went and talked to various teachers from my past and asked them about the morals of just snapping the guys neck or at the least destroying an elbow joint. I actually did two more DEILDs but still the same theme was forced on me. I gained a bit more dream control on the scenes that evolved around the story. In the 3rd and final LD I was face to face with him and they were constructing a ring. I was upset because the floor of the ring had a spring board effect. That meant that while his kick boxing could shatter my face, me slamming him into the ground would have little effect on him, despite it being a valid lethal move. I suddenly realized he was probably being forced into this. I just started erasing DCs one after the other, until we were the only ones left. We then decided not to fight. Having succesfully finished the story, I was allowed to continue and do other things, but I woke up before long and it was late in the morning, so I had to wake up

Dream # 1:

I was in my house, walking down the hall. My mother was talking on the phone loudly. She was arguing with someone. I walked into the kitchen, and she had some papers in front of her on the counter. She was talking about a warranty. I figured that it must be the warranty for our driveway. She angrily hung up the phone, and I asked her if they were going to honor the warranty. Then I woke up.

Dream # 2:

I was at the ocean, and it was night time. The moon was full and provided plenty of light for me. I walked along the coast line, and the waves rolled in and out. There was a tall cliff face to my left, several hundred feet away from the water line. There were also buildings along the shore, mostly houses. One building in particular was a small guesthouse.

I walked into the guesthouse, and I saw a mirror in the hallway. I noticed that I was wearing my bathing suit. For some reason, I turned on the light. I could see someone stirring in bed in the next room, so I quickly turned the light off. I walked into the room, and I saw two queen-sized beds pushed up next to each other, probably to save space, because it was a small room.

There was one person in each bed. I could see that Curly from the Three Stooges was in the left bed, and an unknown person was in the right bed. So I climbed into the right bed and snuggled up close to the person in it. I fell asleep.

Next thing I remember, it is morning, and Curly is gone. One of my biology professors was walking around the room. He was the one in the bed with me during the night. When he noticed I was awake, he told me, "Good Morning." His hair was a mess and he was in his pajamas. He left the room and was gone for maybe five minutes. When he returned, he was dressed for the day and his hair was neatly combed. He also brought breakfast with him. We talked for a little while, but I don't remember what we talked about. At this point I woke up.

Dream # 3:

I returned to the previous dream at the ocean. I was still with my biology professor, but we were leaving a mall. He had a bag full of purchases, but I don't know what they were. Outside, we met one of my chemistry professors. He told us that he was excited about going to Belize.

The three of us walked back to the guesthouse, and we all had suitcases waiting for us. They were black, and the kind with wheels. We took our suitcases and walked outside. There was a sidewalk now, and we walked along it with our suitcases trailing behind us. We eventually came to a large van, and several students were loading their luggage into the back. I recognized a few of them that had gone to Belize with me (IRL), but there were several I had never seen before. I counted the students and realized that there wasn't room for me, and that I must not have signed up for the trip.

I asked my professor if the roster was full. He said, "Yes, but even if it wasn't, how would come up with the money in so short a time?" I stood to the side and watched everyone get into the van. Another student I had traveled with was standing with me. I guess he didn't remember to sign up, either. I was angry that I didn't get to go, and I wondered how I missed signing up. Then I woke up.

Spider bit me today. Lucid yesterday...fight at a party

I've been neglecting my DJ again.

Lately, I've been having a lot of stressful dreams. My mom has been in a lot of them. In one, I was defending the medication I take for anxiety. She's NEVER given me a hard time about meds. She's on anti-depressants herself.
But in one dream, she was very beautiful. She had lost a LOT of weight and looked 30 years younger. All I recall is seeing her twirl in a dress (which she would never wear IRL). Just seeing her like that made me so happy.

I've been dreaming about drowning still; of losing control of my car.
Last night, I was stuck in a dream loop. I waited to long to record it and I've lost most of it though. In the first part of the loop, things were going smoothly. It was a stress-free dream. But in each loop the dream scenes became increasingly unpleasant.
Ugh... I wish I recorded it sooner lol

Just tried to WILD in a nap. I got into sleep paralysis pretty quickly, and then I saw some colors and stuff, but I was mostly just waiting there for a dream to start. Then I felt a sneeze coming on, and I figured I'd just let it happen, so it did and I saw a flash of blue and then I sat up and did a reality check after I sneezed. I was awake. Er, am awake. This just happened. So maybe I'm dreaming, but everything seems pretty real so I'm gonna say this is real life. Darn!!!

I am always dreaming of people who have passed, some I know and some I don't. When I am dreaming I KNOW that I am and I can control the dream to go in the direction that I want it to. I just dont ever seem to get the message they want passed on. I dont understand what they mean so I don't pass the message along and then they come back to ask me why I didnt pass it along. I dream in full color always, NEVER in black and white. I honestly feel that I have lost my mind at times and other times it just feels so natural. I dont really share this information with people because i dont want them to think i have completely lost my mind. I find it odd that this happens with me.

04.12.2012

Get Away from Gay Bar, Gas Station (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I actually remembered a few dreams, despite the short amount of sleep I had.

Dream 1: Get Away from Gay Bar

Note: I didn't realize this until later on....

I'm trying to go into a club, and it has a few steps to go on to get in, and with each step, it gets harder to even land my feet on the surface.

I literally had to exert more force than usual to do a simple function, it was as if there was an invisible barrier keeping me from entering. Eventually, I managed to get in the bar after a few times.

Then I realized that when I came in, there's only males, and one of them said one guy would "take care" of me.....



And he was bald, and HUGE....no thanks buddy. I realized it was a gay bar because of all of the flirting that they were throwing on me and other men.

I think I just let the dream fade because I don't want some huge guy raping me D:

Dream 2: Gas Station

I'm at a gas station, trying to collect some silver objects to show someone something. The clouds were light gray, seemed like it was going to rain most likely.

Last night we all went to bed about 2 hours earlier than usual because the kids were cranky. It ended up working out fairly well for me because I could recall 5 dreams and fragments, that's the most I've had in a couple weeks at least. Definitely going to make the family go to bed earlier again (and by earlier, I mean 10 not midnight, ha ha. So still not too early!) The only downside was I woke up after about 8 hours of sleep and am still super tired. I usually need 10 hours of sleep to feel fully rested. This just means a nap might be in order for later on in the day!

Dream One: I'm at the house we lived in 7 years ago. It's night time, and storming something fierce. There's no thunder or lightening, just a torrential rain and wind. I'm a bit scared, but it passes quickly (storm season is coming and I'm worried because we're the southeast that got hit bad last year.) I look out the screen door and notice my mom and a bunch of kids standing in the yard. It looks like there's snow on the ground. I walk out across the yard to talk to my mom, and she asks me to take the kids inside. I think they're her kindergarten class? (She was an assistant teacher back when we lived there) I'm on my way inside with the class lined up behind me. I look up at the sky, and notice the moon looks beautiful but like an anime moon not a real moon. I *might* have seen a character from the vn I've been playing standing in front of the house, I keep thinking I did but can't remember for sure as I woke up as soon as I looked back down towards the house.

Dream Two (Fragment): I dreamed I was in the visual novel I'm playing, Hakuoki ( Hakuoki: Demon of the Fleeting Blossom ~ Welcome to Kyoto ). I was in one of the old Japanese buildings, and I was running from someone. I ran past one of the Shinsengumi (Heisuke?) and he called out to me, but I ignored him, I was trying to get away from something, and didn't want to stop.

Dream Three: I'm at my dads family's lake house. I'm walking up the hill towards the cabin, and I notice my neighbor and his family are there. I'm under the impression that my husband invited them, but I felt unhappy about it because this was my family's place, not his. When I reach the cabin, my aunt and uncle's suv pulls up, and they get out. My aunt wants to know who those people are, and I try to explain it's the neighbors and that we're about to leave. My family doesn't get upset about it, and says to stay as long as we want, they just wanted to be sure it wasn't someone uninvited crashing our lake house again. I go inside, and there are some binders with pictures of Street Fighter characters on it. I ask what it is, and some guy, who's a friend of my cousin's I guess, tells me it's a game then proceeds to tell me the name and rules, but I'm not really paying much attention. I tell him that's cool, and then leave. Somehow I end up at home, on the computer, and I've got a facebook friendship request. It's my cousin's friend and his screen name is something like Eniji(random numbers here) and I think it's funny he has a Japanese screen name. He tells me my cousin said we were into Anime, and he's like to talk and hang out with my husband and I because he needs anime buddies to go to cons with.

Dream Four: There's a building, that's old off white plaster. The plaster is chipping off in several places. It's kind of weird the way the front of the building is, because the building is like a big rectangle, but there's an inset porch or entrance or whatever made of the same plaster before you actually get to the front doors. There's a sign that says the building is closed for renovations. I walk away, but then I'm walking back to the building again. Dream logic This time the off white plaster has been painted Carolina blue and there's a dark blue line about 6 inches thick going all around the entrance about 6 feet up. It looks... odd, to say the least! There are lots of flyers hanging on the walls, and I'm excited thinking it's open now! And suddenly I know it's a museum, and it's in another country! (Probably influenced by the fact my husband was watching Hetalia last night and I couldn't help over hearing bits of it) There's an old man whom I guess is the curator standing at the door, telling me I can't go inside because renovations aren't complete yet. I tell him I came all the way from America, can't I just have a peek? I've come twice and they're always closed! He refuses, but asks me what part of America I'm from. I tell him from the Carolinas, but he seems confused about where that is so I just give up and turn around. I'm walking away and see a woman who also wants to visit this museum. I tell her it's closed, but she goes to try and persuade the curator anyways. She probably would because she was thin, blond, and had big boobs. I woke up before I found out though!

Dream Five: I'm texting my best friend A on the phone. She's telling me she can't chat much tonight because she has some sort of late meeting at work. I tell her that's ok, we're going to help someone with their hotel. I don't know anyone who works at a hotel, lol. Turns out, this hotel is more like the Japanese inn in "Hanasaku Iroha" ( Hanasaku Iroha Full episodes streaming online for free ) and I'm taking food to customers in their rooms. Someone says my uniform is "Seastar clothing" and I notice then that it does look a bit like a star fish.The apron is cut so that there's a star point on each arm, one at each leg, and the final point was a hoodie that could be worn on my head. It looked as ridiculous as it sounds. I woke up then because my son was waking up.

1: I was on a boat and decided to explore the whole thing. The first thing I found was the rpom thats supposed to be keeping the room afloat. It was a dirt floor with a giant skeleton sticking out of it. The captain said because it wasn't completely dug up or put together that it may cause the ship to sink. They needed a bigger skeleton, the captain recommended one of an ancient wailord.( a pokemon ) I put mines out, and he killed it using some kind of magic I suppose and rendered it to a giant skeleton. She said I had to put the whole thing together, she eventually realized I was not capable of such a thing and gave me ancient raccoon bones instead. I thought she needed a large skeleton but I wasn't complaining. Later on I gave up on the raccoon skeleton and went to the deck to play games and eat. When I got up there I heard the captain over the loudspeakers say she was going to sink the ship, she failed. We were all mad at the captain but did nothing. Then I saw a pile of very big logs and trunks floating in a big tray attached to the boat. Apparently she thought she could sink the boat by messing with the logs, but she wasn't strong enough. I suppose logs acted as emergency skeletons.

As I was drifting off into dreamland, I remembered hearing someone playing a harmonica. They were just blowing into it over and over and over. I think I stopped breathing for while or I was sleeping while I heard this going on. They were terrible, lol! Next thing I know, I began breathing again. Weird.....

I had read something similar from another member's dream journal on here. I'm guessing that's the cause of my hallucination and bees being in my dream, because I never dream about bees or hear musical instruments. You know who I'm talking about. I fell asleep...

So, I had another dream about a school I've never been to before. I find it odd that I never, ever, ever see any teachers--just students.

I recall walking through a hallway; I turned left and there's a door immediately to the right. I saw a girl around my age (although I'm somebody else) with long, curly blonde hair that nearly reached her buttock, walk into this room. I know this person well and I know that she is a huge DBZ fan. I know this because of the overwhelming pressure I felt from her. Hmm..

I kept walking and peered into a classroom and saw middle school kids sitting at their desks doing work. I kept on walking until I eventually left the school. Now, all of a sudden, I'm inside of a house, and somehow the window to the door has a cracked opening in it and bees are trying to get in. I took a red cloth and tried to cover the hole as I shouted for ________ who is a girl and she has the power to put things back to the way they were. This girl was apparently in one of the rooms behind me.

I called for her again. I said "________! Help me out here and fix this glass!" I think I heard her say something like "Ok" and then all of the pieces of glass on the floor went back into the cracked window and was now rock solid. It had fixed itself but I could still see the outline of the crack. There was somebody out there controlling those bees. This girl (who I don't remember ever seeing in this dream...) and I ran into one of the backrooms to hide. This mystery person broke into the house and found us hiding in the back room.

As they began to walk closer and closer to us, several modern day armorclad guards with spears rushed into the room and surrounded this guy while pointing their spears at him. And that's all I remember.

After waking up from the last dream and failing to DEILD, I notice that it is still not time to get up.
I decide to go back to sleep in the hopes of landing back in my old dream.

I'm walking on a beach.
Except... it is not really a beach.

I am in fact in one of the classrooms at my uni, and the ground is covered in sand,
and the walls are painted with ocean an palms.
Many led's on the ceiling make it appear as if there was a night sky.
It looks as if someone tried to reconstruct a scene that occasionally appears in my dreams:
http://www.dreamviews.com/blogs/hyu/girl-beach-12340/

Realizing that I am dreaming, I check how stable it is.
I grab a hand full of sand and let it slowly pour down back onto the ground.
It feels very real, and even though it is dark inside, the contrast of my vision is so strong that I can see everything clearly with ease.
Great!

My thoughts on where to go are interrupted by a female voice behind me.

"Hi..."

I turn around and see a familiar face.

"Krista!"

She holds out a hand to me.

"Come with me?"

Which is similar to how I invited her a long time ago:
Taking KristaNicole to Teraluna - Dream Journals - Lucid Dreaming - Dream Views

I grab her hand and follow her out of the room.
There's a portal on one of the walls which I assume she has created.
We go trough it and are sucked through a tunnel, full of odd lighting effects.
There appear to be insect-like creatures on the outer walls, but they don't seem to take notice of us.

We come out on the other end, and fortunately for once I don't land on my face like an idiot.
I don't know what it is with portals, but I have a tendency of coming out upside down on the other end.


We are on what appears to be a set of floating islands.
It's beautiful, and there is some type of temple not far away which looks very interesting.

"I've been thinking about you yesterday, I haven't heard from you in a long time."

She doesn't look like she heard what I said.

"Aww, I wanted the portal to lead to the temple."

I pick Krista up, which clearly confuses her.

"... What are you doing?"

I concentrate on the temple and blink both of us towards it.
I put Krista back down.

"What was that?"
"I call it blinking, it's a short range teleport kind of thing."
"You call that short?"
"Yeah, I can basically blink as far as I can see."

"How does it work?"
"Uuh, it's kinda weird. You concentrate on the spot where you want to blink to."
"Then take a single step towards the location, but at the same time land a second step in the location where you want to end up."
"That... that doesn't make any sense."
"I told you it's weird, you basically take a single step but end up taking two."

I see Krista concentrating on a location not too far away. She is trying to blink.

"Hey, be careful, it's easy to loose your orientation and end up in a..."

I hear a loud noise as Krista crashes into a thick decorative pillar.

"... wall ..."
"OUCH"

Small bits of the pillar are falling off as she peels herself loose.
I can't help myself and I start laughing.
Krista does not seem to be amused.

"It's not funny!"
"Actually it kind of is."

On a second thought, she's finding it amusing after all, but she doesn't want to show it.

"Let's go to the center of the temple."
"Sure."

She starts walking towards what appears to be the main building.
I feel like fooling around and start hovering over the ground, and enter her field of vision, floating on my back just a few centimeters above the ground.
I wave at her as I slowly pass her.

She starts laughing.

"What the hell are you doing? You are insane!"
"Quite."

She grabs me and turns me upside down and sits down on my back.

"Much better."
"Hey!"
"To the temple!"
"I ain't no taxi service!"
"To the temple!"

Fine, I fly us both to the center of the temple.
This would look absolutely ridiculous to an outsider.

We end up in a really amazing location.
There's a pool in the middle of a platform, with a few holes in the ground, creating waterfalls that go all the way down to the surface of the planet.
The water source appears to be infinite.

"Did you make this?"
"... Yes."
"It's beautiful!"

I start walking on the pool.

"Hey! How do you do that?"
"What? Walk on water?"
"Yes!"
"What do you mean? I just do it."
"But... you're supposed to go under."
"No I'm not."
"Tell me how it works, I want to learn how to walk on water."

"You don't need to learn how to walk on water, you need to forget how to fall through water."
"What? That doesn't make any sense."
"Sure it does, think about it."

She's saying something that I cannot quite comprehend.
I turn around to look at her, but I cannot find her anymore.

"Hey, where did you go?"

No answer...
I notice my vision is very blurry, the dream is falling apart.
I wake up.

A month of near zero recall and then two cool lucids in a row.
Sometimes I wonder what goes on in my brain.

Here's another to add to my list of dreams about meeting older musicians. It's inexplicable to me that these guys keep popping up in my dreams. I like their music and I'm a fan, but this is not the music that I listen to or think about on a daily basis. It's just strange that they keep popping up in my dreams!

In which I meet Paul McCartney at a diner...

I'm sitting in a white and red naugahyde booth at a retro soda shop. Outside the window to my right, people are walking back and forth with shopping bags, and up on the wall to my left, a television is blaring the news. My mother and my uncle A have just left me to continue shopping, but they pop their heads back in the diner to tell me that they'd just realized that they'd dropped a parsley plant out in the parking garage near the car. I nod to them and say that I'll go get it after I finish my burger.

I listen to the news broadcast. Beatles fans are angry because Sir Paul McCartney compared his former band to Darth Vader. The announcer cuts to a clip of McCartney himself making the controversial statement. I note that he obviously said something entirely different. He didn't mention Darth Vader at all, and in fact he compared the band to Frankenstein's monster. I think how this is typical of the media and return to my burger.

But in the booth across from my own is Paul McCartney himself. He is twisted around in his booth so that he can view the television. He notices that I'm watching him and he looks at me. Pointing at the TV screen, he asks, "What are they all upset about? Did you catch it?"

"They say you compared the Beatles to Darth Vader," I explain. "But that's not what you said." He gets up from his own booth and walks over to mine. He sits down in front of me so that we are now sharing a table. He looks a little annoyed and confused by the whole news story.

"Darth Vader? Well, do you know what I really said?" he asks.

"Yeah. You said that the Beatles became like Frankenstein's monster. I assume you meant that you created something that got out of hand and took on a life of its own," I answer.

"Yes- that's it. I remember now," he says. He smiles, and I start to think how exactly he looks like the same Paul McCartney that I've always seen. "I made that statement nearly 15 years ago. I don't know what they're getting so upset about."

"No, no," I answer. "It couldn't have been 15 years. They said it was in 2000." As soon as I say the words, I realize that it's been almost 15 years since the year 2000. It seems impossible to me that so much time has passed . Suddenly I feel extremely old. I feel like I've accomplished nothing in my life and that the time is flying past me faster than I can catch it. I almost tell McCartney that we are getting old, but then I realize how much older he is than I am. He didn't seem to waste a day of his life. So instead I just say, "My god. I waste too much time."

McCartney looks at me earnestly. I notice his wrinkled face and thinning hair. I compare him to the image on the TV just 12 years ago talking about Frankenstein. And even that image was several lifetimes removed from the days when he actually was a Beatle! I look back at the man in front of me and notice his elderly, liver spotted hands. But when I look up at his eyes, they are vibrant. I'm taken back to my experience earlier in the day with the poppies and the butterflies in my garden. I open my mouth to tell him about it, because at that moment I know he will understand. Then I remember the parsley.

Hurriedly, I excuse myself and run out of the diner and down into the parking garage. By the time I get to the car, I remember that the parsley is actually our three dogs. They'd been left behind in the car. I let them out of the car, and as I'm walking them back to the diner, I wonder if McCartney will still be there. I decide that if he is, I'm going to thank him.

Back at the diner, there is only my mother and A. I can't go inside anyway because I have the dogs, so I wave them out. We all walk back to the car together, and A tells me that he heard a rumor that Paul McCartney had just had lunch there. I find myself bragging about meeting him. I bury all the feelings of regret and insight, and instead I brag. I tell how Paul McCartney sat down at my table and we talked about the Beatles. I tell how I played it cool and didn't say anything fan-girlish. A and my mom are impressed, and they asked if I took a picture to post on FB. I say that I was being too cool about the whole thing to ask for a picture.

The experience with the poppies and the butterflies is something that happened to me yesterday (the day before this dream) but I don't have time to write about it here. This dream was very vivid, and I remember each word as if I were hearing it aloud. I think it's because I took Benadryl before sleeping last night since I had terrible allergies.