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What I read before going to sleep was Gormenghast. I tried to WILD but fell asleep too quickly. This dream was sort of rambling and disjointed scenery, but pretty damn vivid.

I was in some sort of medieval world, like Game of Thrones or Lord of the Rings. It was at night in some village square. The ground was made of small dark stone bricks, there was a town hall to one side, a well on another, a temple on another and a hill on the final one. The other side of the hill was on the edge of a massive cliff face looking down into a large forest which it was day in somehow. There was a second well on the hill but this one was square. A wizard was arguing with a knight. The knight was tall, wearing scale mail armour and somewhat ugly. The wizard was not ugly, short and dressed in black and purple glittering robes. Their argument got worse and the wizard shot lightning at the knight, who managed to resist. He said something which got the wizard really angry, causing him to intensify the lightning and send the knight over the cliff.

Then I was in a house of sorts with a group of people, some of them knights but others dressed like normal people. One of them requested a straw for their drink. I went upstairs to borrow a straw from a woman who was up a ladder propped up against a bookcase by the half landing of a staircase. She was either painting or dusting. The problem was: the straw was frozen stiff from the ice in the glass and wouldn’t take in liquid. I had to thaw it out somehow and bring it down.

Another change of scenes and I was in a car with the woman, the person asking for more ice, two knights and a man. I told the woman and the knights that the wizard killed the knight on the cliff. Suddenly the wizard popped up out of nowhere and began complaining that I told people. Then I said to him that he couldn’t just go around baking Aennys’ knights. Then I realised Aennys was a Targaryen king, like the Mad King from a Song of Ice and Fire but he lived in Castle Gormenghast. I said you can’t go around confusing your genres like that then I woke up from the realisation that a Targaryen living in Gormenghast made no sense.

I stand outside in a large cement area, one thing majorly stands out from the uniform man-made landscape, a white half toroid shaped structure with flowing edges and a glass smooth door in the center, I walk over to it and begin climbing the side. When I get to the top I see that thee structure didn't stop here but continues on with flowing abstract symmetry. I walk over the waves of what I can see are rooms because of various windows. I finally get to a large room with a glass roof, inside of it I see a hammock like bed with a solid curved base and a green mattress that has been curved and segmented to fit, this is held up by only a few incredibly thin cords, (here the dream skips) i now find my self watching a person in knight armor fending off a giant spider with a sword, he can't seem to affect it at all so I walk over and help him, I simple toch the spider on its back and it becomes uncountous. (at this pointy I hear a ceasing sound and instantly wake)

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

(...) I am at some large empty building with many other people. There is a huge window with view over a large river that seems to flow to underneath the building. The flow increases and it seems that the water will break the window and flood the building, but instead it creates vertical twirls with the seven colours of the rainbow, side by side, in front of this large window.
Then someone says that now we have the power to create anything we want with the rainbow lights we can shoot from our hands.
I make a beautiful dance with my arms and hands and spread a trail of rainbow light behind me in the empty space of this white building. Others are more creative and give rise to dragons, fishes and all sorts of animals, floating in the air like colourful metallic balloons.
Slowly the white building gives place to all sorts of objects and places created with rainbow light.
I meet a guy for whom I feel instant attraction. He is dressed in black and suggests that I join him in a Matrix-like character and together we create a Matrix-like scenario. I try, but all I manage is a cowgirl look, I don't know why. He laughs and decides to become a cowboy and join me instead. We have a minute of fun in a western like scenario, but then I see a wooden bridge to a zen garden and a japanese temple and probably sensing my sudden interest on it, he runs and disappears into it, teasing me to join him there. I decide to follow him, but before I met him again, I try to recreate my character, hoping this time to be successful. I dress myself with an olive green and orange kimono, but for some reason I have trouble in creating an obi to tie it up. While I struggle with it, he reappears in front of me, already wearing a kimono. Very silently, he slightly opens my kimono in a very provocative erotic move, slowly and barely touching my skin and even more slowly he closes it magically with an obi he creates with his rainbow hands. Then we walk in the garden, immersed in that erotic tingling sensation that fills us beyond our bodies.
(...)
My lover is gone. I am now alone in this world of dream-like creations. Some of the creations become out of control. Two giant knights made of black smoke get involved in an epic sword fight, crushing under their feet many of the other colourful creations and nobody seems to be able to stop them. When all hope is lost, my love comes back. He fights with the knights to, but he also can't stop them. Tired, he lays in my arms. I feel his exhaustion and I cry with the sadness of all the worlds.
I wake up sobbing and with tears in my eyes.

So I had this dream a night ago and I only vaguely remember details, which is sad because I hate to waist a good dream...Here goes

I was at a fort of some kind. The layout reminded me of the first world of the first Spyro game. Bright green grass and generic trees. The outside of the fort had a different layout, darker grass and more real trees. There were houses (wooden with nicely built decks yet no doors or window just opening were they would be, reminds me of a cottage you would see on the beach, a few of the houses are made of stone but have the same design)

In my dream I go outside the fort and get attacked by a dragon. I wearing armor and I have a sword. I also have a team aiding me. The Dragon chases me and my friends past a stone building. My team makes it passed and into the fort but i become trapped inside the stone house because the dragon is breathing fire all around it. I catch fire and began to burn. I drop my sword and try and put it out but it engulfs me and I drop to the ground screaming in pain.

There is a odd sensation and everything seems to be going backward like time is reversing and I'm completely aware. As such the flames grow less until they are gone and my wounds heal as if i was never harmed. I stand and see my sword is now in me hand and see a partner of mine rush pass. He yells "Don't stand there, the dragon will trap you!" So I follow him and the others and get safely over the walls of the fort.

My memory is hazy from here....

I talk to this guy about a cannon to fight the Dragon with then I go to get council from the great Owls

The Owls are in this Giant dead tree the basically right beside "where the side walk ends". No joke. There is a pathway up to were the tree is, which is the big round platform but on the other side it just cut off and drops into nowhere.
When walking up the pathway time moves faster and it goes from day to night way to fast but I take this as normal. When I walk up to the Owls ( there are five, all five times the size of a person, they look like barn owls) I kneel down before them and have this great feeling of danger like they are going to eat me. They say something but I don't remember. I do remember they have "booming" voices of high power and seem to be very demanding.

That's all i remember, It seemed rather interesting and i wish i knew more but that's what i get for not writing it down sooner.

Dream (part 1): got to ride horse in exchange for cleaning out stables.
One of the sons of the owners of the "farm" "likes" me. So we take a trail somewhere. Somehow after going past some bushes we end up in what looks like a Wild West town. (we too were dressed up like cow folks).

In the Western style town we stopped at a saloon. We passed some men playing poker
in the building and I kind of mentioned "Don't have your back facing the door". Than after a shot
(with everyone ducking flat on the floor.) the boy and I leave and the next thing

I know we are in another town, this one fantasy
I somehow was dressed like a knight and so was the boy. I realized why in a second. I was riding "regular" instead of side saddle.

So I went back to the bushes to change to a side saddle
This is where it get creepy. As I was changing the saddles, a Lee-Enfield Jungle Carbine gun pressed my back.
Whoever the owner was (I didn't see him) said to go the back way to the castle w/o the horse and when I
reach the castle to go to the top most tower. SO I went (even though I know I shouldn't-but It was like I was bewitched and yet
at the same time I wasn't) and at the top most tower there was a room. In the room, was a chair. That owner less voice
told me to sit in the chair. I did and ropes and a handkerchief/rag came out of nowhere and the ropes starting snaking up my arm
and the handkerchief/rag ended up over my mouth. I thought "oh bother got myself kidnapped again". I somehow got aware that
the Scooby Doo gang was in the building.

part 2: Still in the castle's topmost tower tied in/to a chair. I started doing a SOS using my high heels. Shaggy thinking
it was whatever "monster" they were after started to leave. But Vemla first said hold your pants on Shaggy, I don't think the
noise is the 'monster' we are after since it sounds like he/she is in trouble". Velma
has some kind of laptop which could translates (only word
I could think of) morse code and also could send morse code in return.

She was about to ask through Morse code when Daphne said: "Anne (me) got herself kidnapped again and she's up there?" (they were directly below me-besides they were in a (previous dream of mine). I stomped my foot very hard when I heard my name. I also send a Morse code telling them to get out of
the building and if they see a boy on a horse, and is leading a riderless horse to send him toward the castle.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG SHARED

00:40

Loafs for the poor
I’m at the office where my mom used to work. It was a strange building with office rooms along two parallel corridors and I’m going back and forth on these corridors, looking for something, I think the kitchen, because I’m hungry. I encounter Beta, a lady from my childhood, but I try not to be noticed by her. I go after her, quietly and she eventually leads me to a lobby where a huge pool with bread and cookies is set to be delivered to hungry people. Well, I’m hungry so I think it’s ok to take a loaf of bread, which I do, but then some young guy also decides to do the same and he is picky, sorting the whole grain bread, sliced bread and so on, to chose one he likes. I think maybe I could also choose a nicer bread, but in the end I feel bad, because I'm not supposed to take anything at all.

Giant parasite wasps
Then I meet my friend Top Gun who offers a ride somewhere. I accept and he drives me while we talk. I find out he is now father of a baby girl, but when I ask about her mother, he says they aren’t together. He still has a crush on me and is not in love with her. We’re going uphill and we cross a funny bridge made of lava, over a river. I fasten my seatbelt when I see we’re entering a strange and rough terrain. On top of the hill, on the other side of the bridge, we then go through a stone paved road with a steeply sloping downwards. The environment here is completely different, moist and warm, and I spot exotic animals all over, like giant orange butterflies and strange birds. In common they all seem to have one thing: they all have giant wasp-like insects parasitizing them. The poor butterflies have to carry around a bug which is their own size. Unfortunately one of these wasps decides to parasitize me to. It flies into my face and nails itself to my nose, almost like a piercing. It hurts and freaks me out. I wake up.

3:00

Magic battle I
Can’t recall the beginning but I’m inside some castle which is under attack and I’m someone important, like a princess, because everybody is protecting me as I am the main target of some evil forces who breached the castle. I am being escorted by maids and body-guarded by some knights. When going down some hallway to a safer place, we’re attacked by some warrior mage holding in his hand a narwhal’s horn as a spear. He pierces through a knight that puts himself in front of me to save me. Me and a maid are cornered and trapped between the dying knight and this attacker, and he is trying to push the horned spear deeper through the knight, trying to pierce me to. He almost gets is way, but this brave knight is using his last bit of energy to pull him away from me so I can escape. I manage to escape that corner and I fight the guy and steal his narwhal spear. I use it to kill him. It is so sharp that it cuts through flesh as if it is butter. The guy dies but with an evil grin on his face, as if he found some delight in the way I surprised him and killed him.
The maids and knights are again escorting me down this hallway when we sense a dark energy above our heads and we run before it attacks us. They then push me up some spiral stone staircase that goes up to some more private chambers, where I should be more protected, but as soon as I arrive up there, I find an Hawaiian witch (don’t ask me, I just knew she was Hawaiian) who tries to kill me with a curse. Luckily I react pretty fast and I throw back the curse at her. After all, I don’t seem toned that much protection, I can protect myself very well. The witch runs from the reversed spell and flies out of the window on a nearby balcony. She is a bit disoriented, so she falls down on the ground below the balcony. I run to the edge of the balcony and I attack her, pointing my hands at her and using some magical powers to hold her down and inflict excruciating pain on her. I’m pulling her body parts in all directions (that must hurt) but without ever really breaking it apart, so she doesn’t really die, ‘cause we must interrogate her. When she is finally under control, I leave her to the knights.
I turn back to see my maids all looking at her. They seem scared with my powers and I feel maybe I’m not such a good soul, if I can inflict so much pain and suffering to someone. But they all smile timidly, trying to show me it’s ok, because it was self-defense and they are the bad guys, not us. I guess...

5:30

Magic battle II
I’m walking up some village, holding two tiny bottles with some potions on my hands. I pass by some old guys sitting on some church stairs and they seem interested in the bottles, so I hide them in a pocket and decide to fly back home and avoid exposing myself longer to the outside dangers. I fly high so I spot my home – it’s a fortress by the sea. When I arrive there I see strange pot-like structures floating in the waters around it. I grab one or two and they don’t seem threatening, instead they look like beautiful works of art, some raffia pots with contemporary shapes. I take them to my maids and they love it, they want to put some plants inside it. Then we keep taking strange objects from the water, like a never ending knitted thread that reminds me of Joana Vasconcelos’work of art.
Then I have a gap in my recall, but soon after we’re under attack again. We run to inside the castle and we try to lock the gates. Some warlock with an army has come to try to kill me again. Man, they really don’t like me for some reason!
The gates are barely holding and some brave knight is holding it shut with his own arm strength. I try to help him but he tells me to go away and save myself. But the warlock outside sends a shot of electricity through the gates and the knight is being electrocuted in front of my eyes. He holds the gate for as long as he can, but he eventually falls. I then see this warlock with the army breaking in and about to start killing any person they find on their way. I think I must stop it and I try to shoot fireballs from my hands. I then remember I just read and discussed on DV about this during the day – how rationalizing too much blocks it from happening successfully. Of course, by now, I’m lucid. I then concentrate, but not in the actual design of the fireballs, but on the gut feeling of wanting to shoot them and I form the most amazing fire blows I’ve ever been able to shoot. I feel their warmth and their power and I see the army and the warlock burning into flames. It’s a resounding success.
Free from the immediate danger, we all go up the ramp behind the gates that lead to the main entrance of the fortress on highest ground. I fly to pass all the maids and knights. We’re then looking over the castle walls to see if there’s any other imminent attack but we see no one, so people celebrate.
I think my work is done here and I should try to do the ToTY while I’m lucid. But in the hurry I forgot to make it very clear in my mind. I simply jumped from the castle walls to the ground below, wishing to dive in the ground and exit on the “other side”. But when I was going through the “wormhole” I realised I hadn’t yet formulated my destination. I tried to think of a yellow brick road and Dorothy’s red shoes but it was too late.

Pissed off for being (falsely) awaken
I feel myself waking up and I try hard to stay in sleep. I hear someone knocking the door and my BF getting up to open it. It’s really early morning and I wonder who it is. It’s my mom, aunt Lisa and my dad. What do they want? My BF left the door open, so the cat comes inside as he always does in the morning and tries to wake me up. I still fight to stay asleep and go back to LDs. But they are talking loud in the corridor and my mom and Lisa eventually come inside and sit on the bed, trying to wake me up. I feel pissed. I give up and open my eyes. They are fired up with conversations but I feel grumpy. My aunt decides to leave again to speak to my father and I stay with mom. I tell her please not to do that again, because she knows how my sleep is sacred and I tell her I was just having LDs and they interrupted it. She says she is sorry, that she didn’t remember that but she knew how important it was for me, so she would be more careful next time. OK. Now I’m getting up to dress myself and I listen my father and Lisa outside the room talking. He is happy to explain her his theories about killing ants and eliminate this plague from her home – he has not been successful convincing me, ‘cause I don’t want to exterminate the ants in my home...
Then I really wake up and I am truly surprised that before I was still dreaming.

8:00

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG SHARED

22:00

Seattle
Watching on TV or reading on some mag about some cute cars to rent on Seattle to see the town. I see an image of it and then I’m there walking among lots of people. Then I seat on a bench and my dad appears by my side and we discuss stuff about my trip to Seattle.

Weird souvenir shop
On some walls of a castle and I am watching scenes from the past as if they are happening right then. But there’s an off voice explaining the events and describing the place, like a documentary. I learn that these walls have secret passages inside that few people knew about and through which soldiers would move to defend the city. Then I’m inside these passages. Then I find a souvenir shop inside it and a glass showcase with CDs and DVDs as well as small figurines for sale. One of the DVDs is about some knight saint that for some reason looks like a mason to me. Then there’s also a figurine of Smith from The Matrix, although very badly designed. I also see some DVD about Tibet. I don't see what's the connection between this stuff.

2:40

Family meeting
At my mom’s with her and my cat. We go from there to my grandparents country house where we meet with more of the family. We’re already late, but not the last ones arriving. As my aunts finalize the lunch or dinner, I check out what they are cooking and find the most strange and delicious things, like some filled yellow pastries and kiwi puddings with egg white filling. Then my cousin João, which I don’t see for years, also joins us. We hug for a long long time while we inform each other about what we’ve been doing these past few years. But we don’t want to let go of each other. My father seems to find inappropriate that we’re hugging so much. I don’t care.

4:00

Meeting an alternate version of Riverstone
I get lucid when I’m in front of the mirror in my room. I cross it too soon, before formulating where I want to go, so I get lost in the wormhole/tunnel I cross and almost wake up. I hold on and find myself back in the room. I try a second time this time formulating that I wish to enter Riverstone’s dreams. I cross the mirror again and get out on a room that looks symmetrical of his real room, plus, instead of the posters on the wall, it is covered in real paintings with amazing abstract and surreal art. I focus particularly on one representing a princess with a baby, tied up in a rope and free falling from the sky with the Disney castle on the top of a mountain on the background. Creepy. I then notice that a slightly changed version of Riverstone is sitting on the bed. It looks like him, but a bit more geeky and with a very short black beard. He looks surprised, but not too much and invites me to sit on the bed with him. I accept, but his energy is a bit disturbing. I was going to ask him the meaning of the painting of the princess, but someone calls him and he has to leave the room in a hurry. I go after him and when I cross the door I find an amazing painting on the front wall, stretching to the concave ceiling, inspired on the Wizard of Oz. It has many dogs on the background, of several breeds. It’s a realistic yet naïve type of painting. I then turn to the left and at the end of the corridor I find a large hallway leading to many different studios where young artists work. I see works of art everywhere.
I see Riverstone disappearing to some basement and I follow him. It is a printing office and there’s some kind of emergency there he is trying to solve. I realise he is the boss and his employees step aside while he solves the issue. I see gigantic maps they print on a large printer and one map is being printed right now and it was coming out wrongly so he takes the matter in hands and makes it work. Besides the more “arty” work they do, they also do prints of several sizes for all sorts of clients. He is explaining me his business and then he asks me about me, who am I and what I’m doing there. I tell him about Riverstone and that I was trying to enter his dreams and seem to have ended up meeting instead some sort of alternative Riverstone – maybe one that lives inside his own mind, I don’t know. He tells me the other Riverstone is lucky to have me, but then I see a strange glow in his eyes and he starts telling me that if I choose to stay with him, he would make me even happier. I reply that it wouldn’t be fair to the other himself. But the guy is really becoming fond of this idea. I decide to leave when he is back to his work. I run to the room to enter the mirror again, but he runs after me. He changes the mirror, which now is smaller and closer to the ceiling, making it hard to jump through it. But I try. The crossing is harder and the guy is grabbing one of my arms, not allowing me to go.

H. G. Wells museum and a totalitarian regime
Finally I get rid of his hand around my arm and I land on the other side on what seems to be the exact same house. But this time there’s nobody there and space-time seem to be distorted. I am floating like there’s no gravity at all (not because I want) and I can only move in slow motion. I decide to leave this place immediately so I face the mirror again to cross it. My hair is all spread out, like a medusa and my cheeks are red from the effort i have to make on every movement. I enter through the mirror again and this time I exit on some narrow street, which looks like Lisbon. I see a group of young people in front of a designer shop. They are all wearing similar yet different pieces of knitted wool clothes in very lively colours. I peek at inside the shop and the thing that gets my attention is a large basket hanging from the ceiling with some light brown knitted balls that look like beans and a sign saying “soya”. A piece of art, I guess. The group starts walking up the stone paved street. We pass under an arch. I follow them, because I’m curious to whom they are and what they are going to do. They seem to be on some kind of silent demonstration, but I don’t understand what it is about – something about non-conformity.
Then they split into pairs and I follow a couple that enters some museum. They don’t go beyond the museum shop and I get bored of following them so I decide to exit through some back door. It’s dark outside and they come warn me that it is dangerous outside. I ignore them a bit and walk through some alley, just to be confronted with armed men who will shoot first and ask later. They start shooting their automatic weapons in our direction. I think the young couple is hit but the bullets don’t harm me, because I remind myself I’m dreaming. I fly high until the clouds. They keep shooting and they hit a bomber plane whose wrecks almost hit me on its fall. I descend from the clouds a bit further away. The day is breaking. I see an amazing complex of buildings and machines, ranging from Japanese temples, to oil derricks to steam-punk machinery, etc. I go closer to check what it is. I see people walking between these buildings and machines and then I spot some tour guide explaining some machine and I find out this is an open air museum dedicated to H.G.Wells. The funny part is that when I hear the tour guide I realise this is a society under tyranny of a totalitarian regime which has no place for free will or free speech. The tour guide is trying to explain the concept of free thinking without really going into free thinking and people who listen to him seem confused and afraid that he is even daring to mention such heretic thoughts. He asks forgiveness and explains he is just trying to tell a story of how things were but in no way promoting it. I come down and sit by the side of some visitors on a bench. Then some desperate guy enters this place with a gun and shouting provocative slogans. He takes some people as hostages and forces them to shout slogans with him. People are scared of him and they do it. Then some intervention forces arrive and start shooting as soon as they step over a bridge facing the unwilling group of “demonstrators”. They don’t care if these people are innocent; they are only care about shutting them up. I get caught between them and the bullets. When they start shooting, I wake up.

6:00

Knock out
I’m going through some kitchen drawers looking for some home textiles. I find a green translucent cloth that serves my purpose and then I hang it on a nearby door, just to see if the size fits. Then I feel a strong blow on the back of my head and I fall on the floor. I feel dizzy, but I think I’m ok. I look around and seems like a wood beam fell from the ceiling and hit me. But soon I start feeling vertigo and I ask some girls I see behind a counter to call for help. Then I watch them discussing ho too call. I tell them there’s no possible discussion there, just call 112 (the European 911). They still aren’t convinced. I black out. I later wake up lying on the floor and I see my mom looking at me. She complains that they took a long time calling her because my personal contacts’ agenda is not well organized and they didn’t know who to call. I insist there was no confusion possible; they just had to call 112. Apparently nobody did. I don’t care, I feel better and I get up.
[In the morning, I thought maybe my cat jumped on my head while I was asleep and that's why I dreamed this]

Playing ball
I then am in the atrium of a train station and I see some kids playing ball. The ball comes to my direction and I kick it back to them. They like me and start throwing the ball at me on purpose. I play some tricks and they love it. Then some kid finds coins on the floor and he hands it to me, saying it’s 500 cents. I smile and I see it’s only 1 euro and something. I say for him to keep it, but he says that all the kids would agree that I deserve it. I find it cute. Then he starts cheering for me and all the kids start cheering and saying my name out loud. I feel embarrassed.

8:00

This is one of my
Five-Star Lucids

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I enjoyed this dream, even though I wasn't lucid enough to change the dream plot or really realize I could do anything I wanted. But being invincible sure was enough.

I was in a house, and a pretty small one at that. I knew it was my house at once, and I lived there with my mother and two(?!) sisters. Okay, so I only should have had one, but this didn't cause lucidity.

Before I was lucid, and who knows how, but I knew I had special powers. I couldn't be pierced by bullets, and I was really strong.

I was in a fairly small room at the beginning of the dream. It contained a dark gray mat for shoes that filled up at least half the floor space, and there was a set of stairs reaching down into the basement. Although no one was downstairs, the lights were all on, casting a slightly yellowish glow. I knew that my family was all in my mom's bedroom doing stuff.

I walked into the next room, the garage which was completely empty, and then turned sharply to the left into a work area. This room was small, and had large pegboards all over the walls. The flooring was bamboo hardwood or something similar, and there was a half-wall diving a part of the room off right when you walk in. I sensed that someone was there as soon as I was about to enter the room, because I heard whispering. I didn't like this, so I charged in and looked straight over the half-wall.

I saw a gun, held by a pair of hands, directly over the wall.
I was dreaming.

"Go on, shoot," I told the man as he slowly got up, still pointing the gun at me. He was black and had longer hair, and was wearing a gray sweater. "You can't kill me, and if you don't get out of this house right now, I might as well make you."

"Go ahead," he scoffed, totally unbelieving. "Make me."
He then shot me right in the chest, but nothing happened except a slight recoil. I rolled my eyes. He shot multiple times more, still with no results, and the gun clicked. No more ammunition. "That's what I mean," I told him. "Get out now."

He had a look of fear in his eyes as he hugged the walls and ran out of the house, through the garage door which happened to be open. I wondered what I'd tell my mom. After all, nothing like this had ever happened before. I got into the bedroom where everyone else was and decided to say nothing, but that was beside the point. I heard someone shuffling around in the backyard.

I walked out without saying anything to my mom or sisters, and found three men in clown masks, sort of like those in The Dark Knight, except these were thinner and more sculpted to their real faces.

One of them pulled out a large black gun, looking almost like a rifle, and shot me once. The sound rang out like that a shotgun would make, but once again nothing happened; a bullet didn't even emerge. I ran at him and with barely any effort, took his gun. I turned it on him and asked the others, "anyone else have a gun"?

They shook their heads minutely.

"Fine." I took the gun and easily snapped it in half. "I'm going to go inside now, and when I come out, you'd better be gone."

I went into the bedroom again and my family was still there, now folding clothes up. I went into my mom's polished dark wooden dresser and found a section with only guns. The problem was, these guns looked normal, but instead of ammunition, they needed a battery. "Mom, do you have a battery for this gun?" I asked, holding one up. I seemed to have forgotten the fact that there never should've been guns in the house.

She handed me a shiny, metallic gray stone-like rectangle that fit properly into the gun. It had tiny holes almost like pumice does. "Thanks".

I went into the backyard and they were gone.

I attempted a DEILD but failed.