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I don't think I got lucid last night. My first dreams were really early in the night. I was awoken from something kind of scary but unable to remember it. All I remembered at the end was something like, "A ghosty!" I was in sleep paralysis and trying to remember the rest, when I fell back asleep, without recording. I told myself I would still remember next time I woke up when I thought I was waiting too long to record. L O L... Not!

I woke up again around the time I usually do, after 4 to 6 hours of sleep. I had dreamed about depth charge from beast wars and outlining a color drawing of him. My Dad was cooking eggs for himself to eat. I dreamed I was at this church, walking around, brushing my teeth the whole time. I explained to my friend why I try not to step up onto a high step up thing. It was a bed. Because my knee clicks. I had him step up onto it and his knee clicked, too. Then, he understood. It was R S. R S was at the end of my next dream, too.

The next dream was a long one. I was in this dirt parking lot thing. Then in a video game thing. I saw someone from a job I had when I was 14 or 15.

For the video game thing, first it was on a Mario Side Scroller type of game. I had an invincibility star generator but lost my fire flower before I reached it. Another mushroom appeared that I also got. Then I went down some corridor with writing along it, and into this water or flying level. I bypassed some blue fish ghost bad guy things and went to the boss, this big sea monster thing. With my invincibility star, I could go right up to the monster and stand next to it, automatically dealing it damage.

After that, there was something about being in a field. One kid was throwing a disc at other kids necks (ouch!). Then they were kicking footballs down the field, and landing near us, so we moved. We walked over some fallen tree parts and got to a store.

I was going to steal something from near the front of the store, but put it back. My Mom was mean to a girl and I was like, Mom, you gotta admit you were wrong, kind of thing. Then I was trying to put on a suit but my friend took it and cut it for his own costume. I was so mad, I wanted to take it back from him, and cut the whole thing up, so neither of us could have it. It was like a grey elephant suit. This was also when I was yelling at R S but it was S S who stole my suit. What was I fighting R S about? Its probably in my voice notes.

Then I was wearing no clothes! I was covering up with my hands as best I could. This woman, D F, took a picture of me with an old school camera. I demanded she show it to me and delete it, or I would smash her camera! The picture of me showed two bricks where each of my chest muscles are. I woke up directly from that.

After that I had trouble sleeping. I prayed a while about stuff and then finally got a little more sleep around 5:30 A M.

I had lots of little "dream flashes". The main dream I remember from that part was walking by this party type of room and hearing classical music as my friend B D walked in. I was like, wait, was that B D? I should go in and say hi. But I wasn't wearing my retainer, and my shirt was buttoned funny. When I walked by again, two women came out, not B D.

I also dreamed of different relatives criss crossing who lives where. Like my aunt staying with us but then house sitting for my uncle during the day who had traded lives with my other aunt, and watching his (her) dog.

I had some more details that didn't come off the top of my head. This was just a quick write up. The rest are on my voice recorder. I decided my baseline level would just be to record my dreams by voice through the night. Anything I write about them is just a bonus. The writing got to be so strenuous, the way I was doing it, and eventually I totally lost interest. So a little balance is important.

Date of Dream: SUN 1 APR - 2018



Dream No. 303 - Suspicious Test Conduct
Nightmare!

I remember how the dream started. It was night time and I was wandering around in some unknown area... It reminded me of the grounds of places like on a school camp, and the walking tracks were wet. SHig was there and in the dream, my TAFE class not only had him for economics but for corporate governance as well. Additionally, the TAFE class wasn't just my 2018 group, it also comprised of girls from Killester.

For the next scene, I forgot most of what SHig said. What I do know is that we were preparing for test period and there were instances of him interacting with the Killester girls. I did notice in this dream that SHig had a suspicious demeanour about him when talking to me, like he was up to something but I didn't know what.

In the last scene, I approached SHig as I was ready to commence one of the tests (I think it was the corporate governance theory test on paper). He was telling me how to approach the test and this is what he said; something along the lines of “just go in there and meditate”. I then walked into the location of the test and what I saw was absolutely disturbing; the room contained all these coffins, raised on metal trolleys, with their lids open and in each of them was a class member, lying in a frozen sleep, their body and head swaddled in a blanket with only their faces being revealed.

My stomach lurched and I made my way out of that room as quickly as I could. On my way out, my brain is telling me “call Dreamy WB!” but my impulse instinct is actually telling me not to. My fear actually over-rode my intent to call for Dreamy WB. As I was getting closer and closer to outside the building, the fear was sinking in that he would hear me and he'd be at my throat in a really bad way. My subconscious mind now imagined SHig coming this way and he wouldn't be looking too nice. I was now in such a horrible and scared anticipation that I woke up in a sweat.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



Type of Dream: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

Points:
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)

Total Points For Competition:
45.0

Morning of April 1, 2018. Sunday.



I am uncertain of my dream’s location. Settings are always different even when modeled after real-life places I have lived, though there is a vague essence of the northeast area of the Cubitis living room (where I have not been since 1978). However, it also feels like a variation of our present address, seemingly the dining room, which we use as our bedroom, though in this case, it could be a subliminal infusion of where my physical body is in reality as I sleep.

There is a website (name unknown) where I had a musical album stored for a month or two. I am listening with headphones. There is a large photograph of a rocket launch on the wall, which is implied to represent the cover art for the song (or possibly the whole album). It is to the right of my view. Additionally, there is another monitor, more to the center of my view, which displays the website’s main page. Although the rocket in the image looks realistic, much of the background appears somewhat like an oil painting, with uneven patches of darker and lighter blue.

In contrast, the setup to listen to my music is on the opposite side of the monitors. I listen to the beginning of my song and hear only two sustained mid-range notes as the supposed introduction. Apparently, the website has a rating system for different songs, but this is only a vague thought. I am aware of a Giorgio Moroder influence on all the tracks (and yet I do not pick up on the dream state indicator of his song “Together in Electric Dreams”, a trait of my non-lucid dream self that suggests exclusive synaptic gating even when obvious dream state indicators are otherwise rendered).

There is a time period where I watch a short movie that represents one of my songs, which seems based on some sort of odd science-fiction story about “howling”. A large spaceship (reminding me of the 1978 Battlestar Galactica in overall shape) with lots of satellite dishes on top is approaching another planet. There are satellite dishes everywhere on the planet. This is what the “howling” is related to, that is, the satellite dishes “howling” at each other, the backstory and reason unknown.

Over time, the sound is not loud enough and sometimes drops out. I move the left side headphone connection somewhat, and the wire just falls out. This makes me very annoyed. I take off my headphones and notice an apparent previous attempt to fix the other side. There is a small mess of entangled and looped copper wire on the right side. I talk about throwing out my headphones, saying, “even though they cost a hundred dollars” (which is incorrect as they actually cost over four hundred dollars in reality).

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The headphones are related to the subliminal awareness of being unconscious and not fully discerning real-life environmental noises. The headphone wire coming out of the left side is precursory to hearing less illusory dream-rendered audio (as waking-oriented autosymbolism is usually directed to my dream self’s right if I am sleeping on my left side).

The rocket launch image is typical autosymbolism for the emergence of my conscious self identity as the waking precursor as well as the energy of my real physical body, which the dream self is otherwise primarily unaware of in unconsciousness. (Virtually all vehicles in dreams; cars, boats, airplanes, rockets, and so on; subliminally represent the specific essence of the physical body and specific association with physical dynamics, each vehicle depending on the level of awareness in unconsciousness, and dreamers who pay any attention at all will easily realize this fact even without the level of disclosure I have in understanding auto-scripting and receiving hypnopompic disclosure. Ultimately, this is a no-brainer, as the word “vehicle” itself is used to mean the physical body.)

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I was in bed trying to avoid a nightmare for some reason, and I knew I was dreaming. I phased through my blanket and was in a dark world. I don't know if I woke up again, but I then tried doing a reality check where I plugged my nose and air came out, so I tried to make air not come out my nose. Air kept coming out my nose and I could feel it for a while. I thought I was awake, but it was a false awakening probably. Afterwards I wanted to wake up for some reason. I don’t remember much of this lucid dream. I need to correct mistakes so I have better success. Beginning of March was when I had my greatest success. I need to replicate it. I know that when I actually did wake up, I couldn’t breathe out my nose when I plugged it with my fingers. I’m planning on giving that Headspace app a try so I can learn to not overthink.

The only part of this non lucid dream that caught my attention was that I was looking at the forum which now had a peachy colored background to it. For some reason Psoink was there and was writing to another guy on the forum. Don't think he was a real user. I don't remember what it was about but I recall someone writing no.

Created Saturday 31 March 2018

I got a stupidly lucky DILD today. There's also several fragments.

Scrap Group 1
Several WBTBs throughout the night. I usually got kept up a bit after meditating, before drifting off unaware.

At a school's courtyard during night time.

Riding around in a highway with others. We stop by an airport, where giant fighter jets were ready for flight. The pilots were noticeably not in wearing any uniform.

At a zoo. I was observing the gorilla den, where the apes were bathing in a pond. A big commotion occurred when a male smacked a youngling, causing a frenzied brawl between him and two other gorillas.

Dream 1 - Spring Lucid Dream Competition - Day 15

The visuals were slightly blurred. I was in an unknown apartment, where a family gathering was occurring. I go through a hallway towards the bathroom, but it seemed a few people were waiting their turn to use it, including mom and aunt Harriett. The two were gossiping about something or other, and tried getting me involved. When given the chance, I snuck off elsewhere.

I stumbled into what I first assumed was a bedroom. As I went further, this expanded into a vast underground city. Anachronism ran the gamut, what with mid 20th century buildings side-by-side with flying cars and holographic displays. I felt exhausted. There was a park by a riverside nearby, where many folk were having a picnic. So, I went over there to rest under a tree.

Then, some kid interrupted my 'nap'.

"Hey!", shouted the boy, "Look over there!" He points at two large, hairy figures flying in from the distance, one carrying the other. "What is that?!"

Once they were close enough, I easily identified what these things were. "They're just flying wookies", I grumbled. "No big deal."

I got up to show off my own powers, if only to get that kid to pipe down. Suddenly, many, many other people began ascending from the streets. Most prominent among these were a group of middle-aged English women in modest Victorian era wear, whom, between their chortling, blithely admitted their part in this phenomenon. Soon, I too was levitating unintentionally. Once the surprise wore off, I realized the dream.

The ceiling had since become an open sky. I launched myself to the stratosphere, where I intentionally teleported, first briefly warping into a different city, then into a moderately-lit bedroom constructed of dark wood. Things were deteriorating. In response, I wreathed myself in a thunderous golden aura, which stabilized my form. Thinking of TOTMs, I shouted out "overclock!" I suddenly began shrinking. But, as I looked back at my hand, I found I was actually turning into a baby. The dream ends with my new form's uncontrolled wailing.

I got lucid at least twice. One of the times was more of a substantial LD. The other times were just short moments of lucidity.

In my final dream, there was this cat who bit my finger. It was like I re lived the dream 3 times. In the second part, when I got down the stairs, the cat bit my finger. I didn't know it was a dream. I didn't expect much, but it turned out that a huge chunk of skin was ripped off. I thought it was waking life, and got scared. I was really relieved when I woke up and it hadn't really happened physically.

The dream before that was my main LD. I was making some fruit juice with some people. Then I thumb wrestled a friend from school. Then I needed to find a bathroom. I went down some stairs, and I was in a sketchy train station place with public bathrooms. I found the mens room and then had a false awakening where I was sleeping in a dirt hole. Twice, that false awakening repeated. Both times, some scary group of people ran up to the hole and jumped in, and I woke up.

The third time, it started again, with me in the hole again. This time a big group of people were coming towards my sleeping hole. I realized it was a dream, and decided to face them. They required me to speak in Spanish, so I spoke in Spanish to them. My Spanish is pretty good in dreams!

I ended up joining them on a bus. I became aware that everything was hyper realistic. My vision was really sharp. I tried "deepening" which was to just rub my hands and try to rub the seats on the bus. I'm not sure if it worked, but the dream didn't end there.

We pulled into some kind of drive through food place. It was closed but there was a drive through vending machine. I had no money. There were some coins in the coin return already though. Two said Canadian on the back. Big silver coins. I rubbed the back of one and a little silver worm appeared. It freaked me out. I felt something bite my leg really hard, and woke up.

Earlier dreams don't come to mind off the top of my head. BUT I got them all in a voice recorder, so that's good enough for me.

Just as a back ground note, a small group of us as kids had a thumb wrestling thing. We used to thumb wrestle a lot, kind of as a joke. 15 years later or so, it is hard to put a word to the feeling, but the dream recaptured it. It was really cool.

I'm at the dark haired ladies mother's place. It looks like how i'd imagine an American style backyard and house would be. With a porch and some scrubby grass (I guess it's summer time). It's getting dark and were sitting out and she comes and sits on my lap. I wanted it to stay like that forever but her mum appears, wearing and old white apron, and I feel uncomfortable.
Next we are at nearby park, in one section it is a sports area with a wire fence all around. We are trapped by a load of youths, who make me feel we are going nowhere.
I run and kick off one side of the fence, spiral through the air and crash down onto the closed gate. The lock or chains holding it are broken and it flys open. I make my escape, wake up.

Morning of March 31, 2018. Saturday.



My final dream of today’s date goes into the typical meandering sequences that involve sustained diverse random autosymbolism of which are too numerous to have any cohesion. (This is similar to when dream characters change identity more than once per second, cycling through hundreds of different identities and appearances in a short time.) However, I eventually find my dream stabilizing (though I do not become viably lucid, only subliminally lucid).

As I walk in an unknown region and I feel that I am somehow in the distant future (and yet there is no implication of time travel), I notice a few structures to my left (dream-oriented side). These structures are of a few different sizes, though resemble boxcars with one side missing. They are elevated by about three feet. The open areas face the footpath. There are people inside them. In one case, with a larger structure, it seems there at least twenty people both seated and standing in a three-tiered arrangement, which reminds me of a class photograph from the 1960s. The imagery is pale and gray and I cannot tell if they are all dressed or not or wearing pale pajamas or long johns. (Of course, this is a dream state indicator that reflects the subliminal awareness that I am not dressed as I am sleeping in bed.)

I lift my right hand and direct a light that spreads out over the ground in front of the structure. Various objects begin to appear over a wide area (at least ten feet square), mostly combinations of food items, mainly canned food in sets of two and three, and small toys, such as groups of five small felt dolls with each one being bigger than the previous. I maintain my focus until the area is mostly covered.

Some of the people leave the structure and seem grateful to me. I then direct the light to create a pile of documents farther back from the structure, one for each person, and tell them that money and food can be attained through the use of these documents. “They are real,” I tell them.

My mother eventually appears, mostly to my right (waking-orientation autosymbolism) though she is not actually my mother but a thin woman of about forty who eventually seems to have a medical problem relating to her throat and neck (possibly a subliminal association with incidental sleep apnea, which is very rare for me). However, my dream meanders and changes from this point.

From here, an unknown young male appears. He reminds me of a young version of Leonard from the King Street mansion (who I have not seen in real life since the beginning of 1994). At this point, the typical indoor outdoor ambiguity dominates the nature of the setting. The setting is now mostly implied to be on the surface of the ocean, though there is a partial floor to my right (subliminal waking-orientation side, as I sleep on my left side). I am now sitting in an armchair. I ask the male what he wants. He apparently wants a certain kind of potato chips that are no longer made.

I wave my right hand horizontally and manifest a container with potato chips in it (on the floor to my right). These are not the ones he wants, though he tastes a couple. He is looking for a discontinued brand of potato chips called “Widgets”. I mentally make another container, this time a small commercial bag, and they seem to be the right ones. They are oddly shaped, somewhat like a figure eight, with two chips connected end to end. They have a dark red powder which may be implied to be barbecue flavor. He seems grateful but now also wants a pizza. I wave my hand towards the floor to my right and then pick up a pizza to give him. I tell him that the price of everything I had given him is four dollars and he pays me with two Australian two-dollar coins. (The Australian coins are the only thread of my current conscious self identity. Otherwise, there is no memory of my real life at all.)

He turns to walk off and I notice he is walking on the water. I reason that the white fishing boots he is wearing have an advanced technology that allows him to do this. He reaches over to his right and picks up a long stringer of fish from an odd structure that resembles a bicycle parking rack and continues to walk. I notice that there is a large largemouth bass at the bottom of the stringer (where there are at least six or seven smaller fish above it) and compliment him on the fish he caught.

From here, he goes to a Wendy’s to order more food (which is off to his left). The restaurant has the look of a Wendy’s inside a shopping mall and is somehow solid upon the ocean’s surface. I notice the beautiful blue sky above and beyond. I remain seated in my armchair that is floating on the ocean until I slowly wake.

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This is a variation of what would otherwise be the very common water lowering waking symbolism (a repeating dream component for over fifty years) in this particular stage of sleep. Although RAS mediation had rendered the awareness of waking life by way of the implied partial floor on my right, there is no defined transition typically relating to the waking start or a quicker transition from dream self to conscious self. Water is autosymbolism for the essence of sleep, physical release, and the absence of emotion. The personified preconscious walking on the water is autosymbolism for a very passive and peaceful waking transition. The large bass is the emergent consciousness factor and represents the dynamics of my mind emerging from sleep, the autosymbolism of which has occurred in thousands of previous dreams since childhood.

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Date of Dream: SAT 31 MAR - 2018



Dream No. 302 - Scary Talking Faces

I don't remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I do remember, I was on the grounds of Monash University Clayton, in the sports area, following someone... More like chasing them and trying to keep up with them. It was an unknown girl, similarly aged to me, slightly younger I think, and she was trying to play a game with me of some sort. I never ended up catching up to her.

Eventually, I end up at this unknown house, appearing in the kitchen. A while after I catch a glimpse of my surroundings, I see a few old ladies scattered around the common area but I don't feel comfortable with them being around. Apparently they are my grandma's friends and so I do feel somewhat awkward when around them. Whenever I go in front of a lady, she speaks but for some reason I'm so terrified that when she finishes speaking, I let off this huge scream.

After the second lady spoke, I screamed and then yelled, “Dreamy WB!”. Then I walked around some more and came across the third lady... I did exactly the same thing. When it came to the fourth lady, she spoke, I screamed but then I realised that calling “Dreamy WB!” was doing nothing, so instead, I screamed “Miss T!”. Note that this wasn't her abbreviated name either, I actually called her Miss T in this dream.

Dreamy WB appeared in one of the armchairs in the space between the kitchen and the living room. Her appearance was a messy pigtail and like always, she was wearing all black. I don't clearly remember the outfit but it was all a single layer. As I climbed up onto her, she locked me in with her arms... This time, I was facing in towards her. I actually said to her “Dreamy WB, so I can talk to them, could we maybe flip and I could hold you?”.

She had a bewildered, confused look on her face but was agreeable in changing positions. I now had my back resting on the chair while I had my head perched on her shoulder and tucked into her neck, peering out from the side of it. At the same time, I was full-on hugging her, holding on for dear life. I felt a sense of security as I peered out from her, being finally able to talk to these strangers that looked friendly but I was freaked out by for some reason. That's all I can remember for this dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



Type of Dream: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: Dreamy WB
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

Points:
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)

Gross Total Points:
44.0

NOTE: One more night left to be able to score competition points.

Created Friday 30 March 2018

Got a bunch of scraps and a dream today.

Scrap Group 1
Something about two different colored devices, which would cause a major event when used in a specific manner.

Various attempted WBTB's throughout the night, most of which I drifted off until in the morning.

Dream 1 - Rigor Mortis

The visuals were a bit blurred. I was in a large room within one-story home, its walls colored pink. There was a mess of toppled furniture, along with a pile of their spilled contents. Soon, Rick and Morty showed up, hurried, for they were being pursued by a horde of zombies. The two quickly sealed the door, though it was clear that would only last for so long.

Just then, several undead corpses were blown across the room from a different entryway. Enter Punisher, depicted as a ridiculously buff guy in the style of the above-mentioned show. He vows to get us all out of the apartment alive.

A moment later, the zombies finally break in. Despite Frank's best efforts, we were almost overrun, and Morty actually got viciously mauled. Only a lucky opening between the swarm allowed us to escape to the suburbs outside.

The group and I turned the corner, when a squadron of black vans cut us off. These were clearly intelligence agents, probably here to apprehend us, or worse. Punisher opted to distract them, allowing the rest of us to go away unseen.

Things get unclear. There's something of Stan Smith from American Dad appearing, then of my taking Morty's role, where I endured his injuries. Not too sure how this ended.

Scrap Group 2
Driving around in a highway during a clear late afternoon. It got dangerous at times. Felt as if I've dreamed this before.

Something about Harry Potter, I think (don't have much of a point of reference for the series)? He goes to the wizard school when he was only five. There was some creepy romance between him and a 10 year old girl.

Playing a hacked version of Streets of Rage 2, which included a much larger cast of characters. I used Max for a while, then a super-flashy character later on.

I remembered 2 dreams last night

Dream 1: My Grandma And Me At The Mall
I went to my grandparents house with my dad and that house looked very different and was much smaller. I felt like I was on vacation. My grandfather was eating gold fish snacks in a chair and I was laying on a couch, because I was probably bored. I also remember being at a food court with my grandma and I saw Asian food at a restaurant on display. I was hoping that she would buy me food, but that is all I remember of that dream.

Dream 2: Hamster Rescue in Terraria
I was inside a world of Terraria, but it was 2D like in the game. I was on a flat track and I had to do a mission where I had to save the hamsters or little critters on their train. There train track was going left and I had to push it back and block it from going left because I thought they would die. I opened the ground as a large crack and they fell inside, so I had to close the large crack. I think there was a large mining drill on the left side of the crack for some reason, or maybe it was something else. While this dream was happening, I heard the song, The Spirit Carries On, by. Dream Theater, but I think it sounded like the Chipmunks. Afterwards, I woke up. The end.

Fragmented sleep with lots of wakes in hrs prior to final wake

The dream begins in a version of our current home, FA style. I wake up and look out the window seeing the new day begin. Some unusual transportation already on the move.

Couple of moments later, I find myself walking down the street with much higher awareness. I decide to act out this moment as if it were real life, creating a continuous stream of awareness from the dream to waking and the actual walking on the street much later. I look around, soak in as many details, also looking at DCs passing by. A woman with a red leather jacket stands out. My bf's DC is also accompanying me. We continue our walk down the street to cross when some cars speed towards us. I feel like I need to quickly jump ahead to avoid the impact. The motion seems to destabilize the dream or it could just be the fragmented sleep and the dream soon fades.

After waking up, I initially forget my dream idea to hold that awareness on my way to work, but recall it later on. As I go out, it's a beautiful cold sunny morning and I take in all the little details around me. With this state of mindfulness, it feels the same way it did when I had the lucid dream walking down the street.

Fell asleep at: 12:00 AM

Woke up at: 11:00 AM


Dream 56: Ranch House Diner

Yep, this was definitely an example of 'day residue'.

All right, so, yesterday I went to go eat with my family at a place called Ranch House Burgers. I had never went there before, so I went in with neutral expectations. It was honestly the best burger joint I had ever been to. It was so good in fact tha I ended up dreaming about it that night.

My mom, brother, and I are at this diner/burger joint. I remember the color of the sky illuminating the room, giving off a very bleak blue color.

The three of us are in a long line, just slowly inching along as people get their orders. It seems to me like this place is more structured like a buffet than a diner, with people having to assemble their burgers as they go along, and then paying after they have assembled their burger.

The girl in front of me is really short. Turns out she is also a student, but it seems she's having trouble reaching for a patty that (For some reason) customers can only get by sticking their hands inside of an oven. I don't exactly intervene, and she gets the patty unscathed.

Later on in the dream, after I finished my food, I start joking around with my brother about how to look "tough". I don't remember what lead up to it, it just sorta happened.


Dream 57: Bar Problems

This was a weird one.

The dream starts out with a conversation between two video game characters in a bar. One is complaining that his ear was modeled wrong, and that it was larger than the other. The other also complained about something, but I can't quite remember.

One of the guys at the bar looks back at them and tells them to quiet down. The two were making a lot of noise and he looked pretty peeved.

-1-I played a preview of a thing I hadn't yet done in BoTW at night that involved snow, and pillars of rock.
-2-At a beach, some people were thrown 10ft into the air by a sudden, powerful dust devil. This happened 2 or 3 times in the same, sunny location. The vortex turned horizontal once, allowing me to catch a glimpse of the center of circulation. That was cool.
[New Scene]
I messed around with a TV to play some Wind Waker.
-3-At my old house, I played Melee with somebody from church.
-4-It was September 22, and I still didn't register for classes. Oops. The layout of the present building interior was completely different.
[New Scene]
Later, I was playing a hide-and-seek game in the same building. I hid behind a door, but someone found me within 30 seconds from following my trail of boolean logic.