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Good morning, everybody.

The second dream is another silly instance of dream control. I told myself to dream of myself out in a wide, open space, all by myself. I told myself that if I found myself there, I'd become lucid.

Well, I found myself in a wide, open space alright. But I was in a painting. And I was looking at the painting of myself. So... my dream subject was kind of controlled again. But not exactly in the way I'd expected. Lucid fail!

Dream #1

I was in some place like a hospital or a retirement home. But it may also have been a school. I feel like I may have been on the first floor at some point, heading in to some class I was taking. The class may have been for high schoolers, even though I was my current age. But I think I was still doing horribly in the class.

I went down into the basement. I was in a hallway area. The hallway was low, wide, and kind of featureless. There were doorways that went to rooms, each room like a whole department of this hospital. But when the doors were closed, the hallway felt empty and small.

Off to my right was a little alcove with a few doorways. One may have been open, revealing a larger room. But the alcove was filled with shelf-carts for books and stationary bookshelves. The shelves were all filled with books. I knew this was a used book sale.

There were a few people rushing around, getting the shelves all prepared for the sale. The people were mostly men and women in their fifties or sixties. But there were also some younger people, mostly women, probably in their late teens or early twenties. They were all volunteers.

I was interested in seeing what books were on sale. I was mostly interested in science fiction books. So I looked for that area. I think an older woman pushed out a cart full of sci-fi books right as I thought that.

But right as I went to look at the books, a tall, kind of fat, older, white man saw that I was heading there, and he jumped in front of me. He bent over so that he was blocking all the shelves.

Instead of getting mad, I just figured I'd go look at some other books. I walked over to a tall bookshelf, which may have been for paranormal studies.

Dream #2

I was looking at a painting. The painting wasn't realistic: it was a bit blocky and thick, with the sense of three-dimensional perspective a bit flattened, and the color scheme kind of simplified for intensity.

The painting had a red cliff, like one wall of a canyon, taking up the left side. Then there was a bit of grass, then a path. There may have been a boy, his back to the viewer, walking down the path. To the right of the boy, the landscape extended flatly, maybe with a river.

I told myself that I'd definitely become lucid if I was in a landscape like that in a dream. I probably told myself to remember this painting, and to try and make myself go there when I went to sleep tonight.

Dream #3

I was walking around outside somewhere during the day. But I was also talking on the phone with my dad. My dad was telling me about floods occurring in St. Louis, Missouri, which was apparently where my dad lived.

As my dad spoke, I had very strong visions, which were like still photographs, except that I was in them. I stood out in what I guess were aqueducts: they looked like the concrete-walled channels used to catch and drain waters from heavy rains and flash floods.

But the aqueducts I stood in were like highways. I often even stood in the shade of highway overpasses. All around the aqueducts were hills of lawns and trees, so that the aqueducts all felt so quiet and secluded. But I knew they'd be raging with waters pretty soon. It was a bright, sunny, warm day -- hard to believe that it could flood anytime soon.

I may have seen a couple copper-skinned children: a boy and a girl. I thought that they weren't safe out here in the aqueduct. I needed to grab them and get them out of here. But it may also have occurred to me that these children were actually phantoms.

I came back to my senses and found myself walking along some stone-floored promenade in a big park. I was walking up a slope and looking out over an iron railing to my left. Down from the railing was a slope of brambly, leafless trees.

There were some women walking behind me at one point. They said that the flood in St. Louis was going to be 72 inches, once the rain really got going. I couldn't believe it! I didn't want to believe it. I told myself that the weather was too nice here for a flood to happen, even somewhere as far from here as St. Louis.

My dad said, "They're still saying that we're going to have 72 inches of precipitation. It's going to start out looking mild, with only ----- inches. But then it's going to go up really fast and hit 72 inches."

I said, "72 inches! Sheez! That's crazy!"

May dad said, "Well, that's not so bad. We've seen floods like this in St. Louis before. But what's really strange about this one is that it's happening at Christmas -- in December. We aren't even supposed to have rain in December!"

Now I realized that the women I'd heard speaking before were right. As unbelievable (and for some reason inconvenient) as it had sounded to me, it really was going to flood in St. Louis.

As I approached the top of the slope, I could see that, as the promenade plateaued, it also widened out a lot. Over to the right was an overlook, giving a good view over the town we were in (probably somewhere in New England).

But as I got to the wider area, there were a whole lot more people walking around. There were tons of people heading down the slope I'd just come up from. I could tell -- somehow -- that these people were preparing for the flood, even though we were nowhere near it.

One woman, short, skinnyish, and white, maybe in her sixties, with blonde-grey hair and eyeglasses, was walking among the crowd, heading down the slope. The woman was trying to spread some kind of wisdom. She wore a Hindu-esque robe, though I think she thought of herself as a Buddhist.

The woman was saying, "Global warming. Global warming. The flood in December is from global warming." I knew the woman was trying to get somebody interested in her idea so that she could preach to them about being an environmentalist. She may even have had pamphlets about it.

Some younger women nearby may have been agreeing with the older woman. I kind of agreed as well. But I didn't feel like I needed to listen to environmentalist preaching. Hell, I thought. I hardly use any electricity, anyway. All I do is read books.

There was a book sale going on just off to my right as I hit the flat area of the promenade. I got really interested. The books were used, and they all looked really old. I thought I might make some good finds.

But some tall, white man with a bit of a pot belly saw I was interested in the book sale. He tried to get in my way, so that he could get to whatever books I was interested in first. The man looked pretty well-off. He wore a plaid, button-up shirt, tucked into some nice jeans.

I may have tried to avoid the man altogether. But he may have seen that. So he just walked right in front of me, standing broad-chested, his hands on his hips, as if he were trying to block me from getting near any of the books at all.

I must have done something, because I got past the man, anyway. But I was pissed that the man would try to stop me like that! I started cussing the man out, not loud, but in a regular voice, so he could hear me, but I wouldn't be making a scene.

The man reacted by coming to the bookshelf I was at and bending right over in front of all the books, basically edging me out of the way. He started saying stuff about how he didn't know why I was so upset about what he'd done. But if I was so upset, he'd do it some more. And then, he said, we'd see how upset I got.

I told the man to fuck off, and I walked away from him. He seemed to want to start a fight, because now he was calling kind of loudly after me, "Why'd you have to say that? What'd I do to you?"

But I just decided to walk away from the man and ignore him. I walked around to the other side of the bookshelves and found myself in an area full of shelves and bins packed with vinyl records and comic books. This area almost felt like it was indoors.

I looked around here for a while. I may have found some kind of comic book that I was interested in. It may have seemed a little bit like porn. But I may have decided I really didn't have enough money to waste on something like this, after all.

I was walking out of this section and back out to the promenade. But the exit was a bit narrower now. And another older man was walking up toward the aisle I was trying to get out of.

This guy was kind of fat. He saw me and seemed to want to block my way. He stood and looked at the left shelf of items, blocking up almost the whole aisle. There was also a life-size carboard cut-out of either Superman or Iron Man, which blocked most of the right side of the aisle.

I had to squeeze through the fat man and the cut-out. I'm pretty sure I didn't even touch the man. But he may have turned back to look at me, as if I'd threatened him somehow.

I gave the man a complaisant, friendly smile. But the man just looked at me like he hated my guts. I walked away. I wanted to confront the guy. But I knew that that would only make things worse.

Fragment
I remember being Jango Fett, or atleast wearing his armour. I flew around a yellow hallway with his jet pack. I might've been in Tatooine but I saw windows on the walls and such.

My family and I were canoeing around, looking for something, in a swamp in Asia. Standing on a wooden platform was someone dressed in a long samurai coat and big broad hat, blending in with the boggy surroundings. Someone noticed him, but it was too late. As we passed, the samurai latched onto the boat and attacked us.

* * *

My family and I were in a big green park, with a bench. I knew I had to find the man who attacked us, so I went out on my own. Apprantly, he was now the owner of a restaurant with a French name, something about prized goats (I speak French). I went to the restaurant, and found him there. His waiters were constantly bending over the table and placing silver platters on it, and the table very much resembled that of my dining room at home. I attacked the samurai/restauranteur and got him in some sort of special hold, traumatizing him while repeating the command that he would only serve on customer: my little sister. He became catatonic or entered some frozen state, and I knew he would stay that way forever unless my sister showed up at the restaurant.

dream 1 - some kind of gym???

dream 2 - I'm in the apartment (my hometown?)...the building inside has all brown color. there are my friends(but total strangers IRL) and my mom. I think I
m Yerin,(I'm not me) I try to hide away from my mom, going up to the 5th floor. I'm scared that she's gonna find me, but at the same time I'm excited.

bad recall again..... recall ghost is hunting me when I always try to have SD!!

I'm in my backyard, talking to some guy. He then tells me to call this girl, because she'd want to fuck me.
So he hands me a phone, and I say "...hello....???"
Then she says something
And the dream changes scenario. Next thing I know, I'm in a room, lying on a couch.

Some girl is lying on a table close to me, and her boyfriend is sitting with a computer in the other side of the room.
She tells me to come over, and she starts undressing herself.

I'm thinking "is her boyfriend letting her do this? uhh"
"Do you have a condom?"
"Yes" she hands me a small squared condom packet

I start unpacking it, but I'm nervous as fuck, so I try hard to keep my hands steady.
When I got it packed out
Well f**k
There was another packaging inside

When I got THAT ONE packed out

The condom has some weird things I can't even explain attached to it, like some sort of lock made of the same thing as cotton sticks

I asked the girl "What if we do it without condom" and immediately realized that was a retarded question.
She looked at her boyfriend and was like "ehhh... that's not.. I don't like feeling the sperm moving inside me"

"Well, I don't want AIDS or babies anyways."
"Oh no, I'm on the pill"
"Why the f**k are you on the pill if you don't want sperm inside you"
And that is where the dream ended.

Katsuno's Dreams

Had rather personal dreams last night...

1st: I was taking part in some kind of student-exchange to Rome. My whole class was with me. We walked inside our resort. It was a huge building that looked like a palace. The owner showed us the room where we could sleep. It was a huge room with a red carpet in the middle. We talked about how awesome this would be and walked outside. There was a huge garden with a pool in the middle. It all looked so expensive. The dream ends

2nd: I was in school. For some reason I was swimming inside the water. I asked the teacher what this was. He told me it was sports class and we were swimming. I asked him why this is not the Gymnastics class because IRL I listed myself up in this. He told me that Gymnastics was full so he threw me out and put me in this class. I was like "NOOOOO I've been waiting for gymnastics class so long!!!" and got upset. A couple of seconds later I thought that this cannot be real and unconsciously forced myself to wake up.

3rd: I was inside some sort of a warehouse. Everywhere were huge boxes and shelves. I was with 2 other people (maybe my friends). We climbed up the boxes and did some Parkour. The memory's a bit foggy but I remember an old women trying to throw us out so we ran away. I jumped on a shelf and couldn't roll because it was so slippery. The other guy tried the same but broke his ankle. He screamed in pain and I told him "This is your fault". I woke up

Finally got lucid again!

I was in a movie theater, and there was a game before the movie, like a gameshow. Me and mike rigged the game so one of us would win. Then the movie started, and it was beauty and the beast, at the scene where belle and the beast were dancing, but it was live anction and there were several couples dancing. I got up and the movie screen faded. The movie became real life. I started dancing with a girl. We spun really fast, and I didn't even realize it, so she got dizzy. I asked how I could make it up to her. She pointed to a picture of a red dragon. She told me I could slay it for her. I smiled and said I could slay three.

I walked away from the scene, towards a grassy field. I suddenly realized that eveything that happened couldnt possibly be reality, and became lucid after doing an RC. I came to a fence and tried to do a flip over it, and failed miserably. There was a lady on the other side wearing a black and yellow jumpsuit, like the ones professional NASCAR drivers use. She did a flawless flip. I asked her if she could show me, but before she could answer, I woke up.

I don't like it when I go lucid. I go lucid about twice a year, (naturally, as in, spontainiisly) but I feel yuky in the dream and I feel yuky when I awaken from a lucid dream. I went lucid night before last her it is:

The lucid reminded me of that dream ceromony rvdc did where folk had to confront, (in dreams) how they felt about a mixed marrage.

A black guy and his white little son sat next to me on a tram/train. I felt disgusted and tried to ignor them. As I got off the tram I was whatching an ugly, deformed but innocent human baby thing. I was watching it hoping it would just die. It was almost floating on its back with a fat belly and very short, skinny arms and legs. It was around, under the tram/train wheels. I didn't attemp to help it. I ignored and tried to forget it cos it shouldn't live.

Walking down a back street I said out loud to myself, "I want to live here".

I then knew where I really lived, here at Chipps House, and wondered why I would want to leave my small, cosy and comfortable abode.

I saw several densly-packed-wire sculptures on an unkept dry lawn. Then things felt odd and familiar. I began to jump and floated up.

A lady 50ish watched me, (redish fur coat and hat). She said "I will to join you".

I said, "if you can then this is not my lucid dream cos only I can float in my lucid dreams. She didn't join me so I was satisfied that I was lucid.

I enjoyed floating but it was hard, (as usual) to do. I began using the side of a buildind to pull myself along and lost lucidity.

I got onto a tram to go home but it was too posh and it was a dining train cart. A nice man was talking to me, encouraging me to stay but I explain why I had to get off.

A very gentle knock on my real door. The softness of it let me know that it was nothing urgent so I stayed-still to remember the dream as advised.

When I am lucid I dont like who I am. And when I wake up I feel dissappionted with who I am when lucid and normally I want to forget the dream. But since I am on Lucid Dreaming dream site I supose I should record any lucids I regretably get.

Date was morning of 23rd Dec 2011. Here in Adelaide Australia.

Vicious's Dream

Dream 1 - I was in an orange farm, it had regular oranges and some football sized oranges that were used for orange juice powered cars. After going through the farm i looked for a bus stop home and ended up walking all the way home

Dream 2 (fragments) - Something about a good friend of mine, school field trip and tables

Dream 3 (fragments) - Taking a school test and something about distant family members

Dream 4 (fragments) - Something about two extra suns (looked like a binary system in the sky)

As is my custom, here is a long digest of dreams from the past few days.

December 19th, 2011

1. There were some creepy guys following me down the street in front of the church near my school. I told them I only spoke Spanish and Japanese. My friend Anna fought them off. Dylan did something online in which his username was "Dylan ____DDDDDDDD" (and the blank was actually something I don't remember). Then there was some kind of river race. Then a guy was doing a photoshoot in Parish Hall, like when they take school photos. He was acting like the creepy guys (and might have been one of them with a different look. This guy was in a black pinstripe suit and had shoulder length black hair, a mustache, and cream colored hat). Somehow I went on his deviantARt and he had a shoutout to jessietea (me, except on dA where I'm jessie-tea, but for all intents and purposes is was me). He wanted to date me in some capacity.

2. This one is crazy and confusing. I hooked up with Dylan. Then at some point later we were at his apartment (irl he lives with his parents) which looked like they were near the modulars (these trailer classrooms at my school) either in place of them, or they were the apartments right next to them. I ended up telling him that I "was the one who was pregnant with his brother's baby" the year before (NONE OF THIS IS TRUE, the guy exists, and another person who I later mention, Haley exist). He flipped out. Apparently, when we found out, the two of us pretended to kill ourselves (by pretending to cut our throats and hang ourselves upside down in a lake....). Somehow I was still here, but Dylan thought his brother was actually dead. At this point I still keep it a secret. I gave the baby up. This makes the sister develop eating disorders (bulimia), Dylan is angry at me, I'm traumatized by the whole thing. Then it seemed like a montage where time passed and we were a trio and hung out. At some point Dylan starts dating Haley (oh wait, this and the hooking up are real) and we're all still friends. At some point I remember the image of a cream colored laundry room. Finally, we all go to get Guardasil shots together (this dream was the night before I had to go get one of those, so that's why I dreamt it) and we ended up getting it done in the Parish Hall bathrooms.....


Actually, I'll finish these up in another post soon. I have to sleep.

Durante todo o sonho houve momentos em que eu voava e tinha consciência de que tudo aquilo não passava apenas de um sonho, mas também havia momentos durante o voo em que eu era transportado para outros cenários já sem controle sobre o meu personagem. Em um desses momentos eu fui transportado para um lugar junto de um grupo de pessoas e no meio delas havia um rapaz responsável pela criação de 2 bombons de uma espécie muito rara e valiosa. Este rapaz havia feito esses 2 bombons e colocado aleatoriamente em duas caixas de bombons de uma fabrica, mas como esses bombons eram muito valiosos e especiais as pessoas do nosso grupo resolveram tentar roubar os bombons para vende-los e ganhar muito dinheiro e assim começou uma "caça ao tesouro". Durante essa "corrida" eu acabei achando a primeira caixa que continha o primeiro bombom especial e nesse momento as pessoas que também procuravam pelo bombom me viram e começaram a correr atras de mim para tentar roubar o bombom, porém antes deles me alcançarem eu voei um pouco e simplesmente abri o bombom e o comi, o que causou uma revolta enorme no rapaz criador dos bombons por ver sua obra sendo roubada. Já um tempo depois disso uma garota correu em nossa direção gritando que havia encontrado o outro bombom e ela entregava o bombom para o criador tentando acalma-lo, nesse momento eu me virava e começava a descer a rua sozinho com apenas um bombom qualquer que eu também havia roubado da fabrica quando achei o primeiro bombom especial, logo no inicio da descida eu comecei a voar e durante o voo eu comia o bombom "normal" e colocava a mão no bolso e tirava o outro bombom especial. Rindo muito eu o abria e o comia também, mas enquanto eu voava e saboreava o maravilhoso bombom especial eu tive um momento de pré-lucidez, mas não durou muito tempo e logo fui transportado para outro cenário.

Nessa historia eu me encontrava numa sala um bem escura juntamente com um homem que analisava as gravações de um programa sobre fantasmas feito por uma equipe que havia desaparecido no local do ultimo episodio que iriam fazer. O homem que analisava me chamava e pedia para eu escutar com atenção um trecho de uma gravação, eu escutava tudo normal no inicio, porém um pouco depois a gravação começava a dar uma especie de interferência que aparentemente não havia, eu olhava para o rapaz e falava para ele largar tudo que estava ali e que fossemos embora o mais rápido possível porque os mesmos fantasmas que atacaram a equipe do programa, estavam agora ali conosco. Como estava tudo um pouco escuro nós nos segurávamos pelas mãos para não nos separarmos e caminhamos pelas salas escuras até que chegamos em uma sala ligeiramente mais clara e passamos por um corredor que de um lado tinha a parede e do outro aqueles cubículos de escritório, depois de passarmos por esse corredor me virei para trás e vi que a sala estava cheia de gente e com luzes acessas deixando tudo claro novamente. Algumas pessoas que ali estavam eram do nosso grupo e perguntavam onde nós estávamos e diziam que tentaram nos contatar pelo radio mas nós não respondíamos, eu e o rapaz nos entreolhamos assustados e falamos que tínhamos acabado de passar por um corredor que existia atrás deles segundos atrás e que estávamos fugindo dos fantasmas, mas eles diziam que nunca houve corredor nenhum e que eles estavam ali o tempo todo esperando agente voltar e não tinham visto nada de estranho acontecer. Eu chegava perto deles e tentava explicar a história toda, mas uma moça, que estava em um desses cubículos atendendo as pessoas, me chamava porque era minha vez de ser atendido, eu me sentava na cadeira em frente a ela ainda muito chocado com o que havia acabado de acontecer e ela me perguntava se eu achei o trajeto até ali longo demais ou se foi tudo tranquilo e eu dizia que não foi tão difícil de achar aquele local e por algum motivo ela achava um pouco estranho eu dizer aquilo. Ela então me mostrava um cartaz pequeno com foto de dois carros, sendo um deles da marca KIA, e começava e falar as especificações do mesmo e de repente uma espécie de propaganda apareceu em minha mente mostrando o interior do carro e tudo mais. Enquanto observava a propaganda e fui transportado de volta ao momento do voo e fiquei lucido novamente, continuei voando pelo cenário até que percebi que ia acordar e então meus olhos se fecharam e eu acordei.


Obs.: Tenho que ressaltar que nesse sonho aconteceram muito mais coisas, porém por ter sido um sonho bastante longo não consegui me lembrar de mais nada.

A few nights ago I had an odd dream, which isn't exactly new for me. But this dream seemed kinda different. I don't know how really. I remember bits and pieces, but not a lot:
It started with some form of grouping. I remember that I needed to hide from the opposing colors. There were weapons, but not regular guns, more like laser style. And there was something that people could do, almost transforming. I remember trying to blend with the enemy, posing as some kind of guard. I let some one through a gate. They had a gun, maybe a dog with them. This part had all happened at an altered version of my old school. My memory of the dream has me fleeing into a swamp, trying to avoid them, but I know I'm being followed. I reach a ruined house, which I think was actually roughly the shape of my old house, and meet with someone who I somehow knew was there, someone who was going to help me. We had to get someone else to safety. Something came out of the swamp, and my dream mind registered it as a human and an animal at the same time. We fled the building, swimming through the water, reaching land. We were at my house now, although my memory only has us inside it. There were creatures outside, almost like lizards but rat-like. At this point my memory of the dream ends. But there was something else in it. Something about a ring, a very advanced technology... I think I wore it at some point...

12/07/2011
"I Lift Things Up And Put Them Down"

During the course of what seemed to be an ordinary day, I became aware of the fact that I had telekinesis - giving me the power to levitate myself and other objects, by thought. Needless to say, I was completely in awe of this, and just went around levitating any and everything I could. One of the first things I did was pull out my cellphone and record a video of me picking up some small object, like a pen, and making it hover over my hand. Even with this footage, though, I knew that people weren't going to believe it was authentic, so I decided to go around and show everyone that I could, for fear that I would lose the ability, somehow. I walked around the house to show some of my family, which included my old best friend's sister, from Houston. No one really had time to watch, though, and everyone pretty much just went on about their busy lives, without giving me any of their time. It was kind of disheartening, but I just shrugged it off.

Later, I was at work, which was a cross between the place I work now, the telemarketing place I'd recently left, and my old neighborhood. We were all clowning around the office - chasing each other and throwing things across the room. While chasing a group of girls through this surreal maze of cubicles and hallways, I decided to show off my new power real quick. When one of the girls turned a corner to go down the parallel hallway, I simply levitated myself into the air, hovering over the top of the cubicle wall, and floating down to the floor, directly in the path of the girl. Her eyes grew wide with fear. She stared at me for a short moment and then began to freak out, as if I was some kind of demon. Soon, she was hyperventilating, and trying her damndest to crawl away from me. Again, I just shrugged her off and went on about my business.

Shortly after this, some other co-workers had become interested in my ability, so I started going some parlor tricks, levitating random objects like lighters and pens and stuff, causing them to stick to my hands as if I had magnetic palms. Finally, I had gotten someone to pay attention to my awesome new ability, and I spent a while just wowing everyone with my power.

I was sitting on the steps of a pyramid like a Mayan temple that was decorated with pictures of humpback whales.

I was with Jeff and Ryne and we were at the drive-through of a fast food restaurant. I ordered a basket of fish with fried pickle chips and a coke. There was free refills on the coke but we had to drive around the building and go up to the window a second time if we wanted refills. Carrie and my parents were in a different car behind us. After we got our food, we parked the cars and ate out in the parking lot. The parking lot was on a hill with a steep incline. There was a bunch of water flowing down the hill like a flood. Tiffany from work was there. She was working at the drive-through window and she made some joke about all the water. Not sure what the joke was.

There was *this girl that really liked Leo. He kept avoiding her and she followed. We ended up switching clothes and she found out and got sad. I went to the balcony. It was supper sunny and beautiful out. When I closed my eyes I saw trees next to each other. When I opened my eyes they weren't there. This made me think that I was close to a lucid. I tried to lay down and wild but there were spiders and I didn't want to lay near them. I eventually found a spot and tried for a bit and got tired of it. I went to Safeway and there was this girl hitting on me. She gave me her number and told me to call her in 10 min. Kara came to me and I didn't call her. They were part of a giant group where everyone was connected. Thy eventually got over the fact I ditched the girl and we became friends. After having randomly hangouts I decided to spin. My main staff wasn't in sight so I spun a really shitty one. It wasn't good enough and I threw it down. I needed my staff because it was almost time for the performance. I was really nervous and took Anxiety pills. It was time for the performance. Very one was waiting. Someone finally got me a new version of my staff. There were two of them. I put wires around it and wet out. There was thousands of people watching. I spun nervously. The staff ended up being a hoola. I couldn't spin very well and I didn't know why. *I did do some cool stuff where the who outside was lit with lights. The announcer said it was an optical illusion. It was raining a little And my hands were slippery.*

it was the end of the world type dream. Kara and I were driving when the radio said that sometime that day our right arms would become immobile and would only be able to turn when the rift moment came. They said it would be painful and we had to follow a path to the aliens or we could never use our hands again. It switched scenes to a black man demonstrating what was gonna happen. It didn't look very pleasant. We were worried about baron and that's why I didn't want a defenseless dog in the first place. If something happened to us he would die. We drove as fast as we could to get him.*