"Editor of Worlds" - 6/26/2007

"Editor of Worlds"

06/26/2007

Dream One

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The first thing I remember was having the power to 'create and edit worlds and their landscapes.' There was some sort of war going, on this newly-created planet, and there was another “deity,” there, who was a female, and she was instructing me that - in order to stop (something) from happening - I had to create a raging waterfall that would crash over a large mountain-area and down into a valley, below, where most of the fighting was going on.

I remember that, at first, the water looked completely fake. It was as if I was using 3D software, like Blender, and creating a mesh plane with a water-ish texture on it. It might as well have just been an animation, as it flowed over the hills. Then, I was later drawn down and “into” the scene and saw the water flowing off of the high cliffs and down into the valley, looking more to the scale of the real thing.

Later, as one of the rebels (I could tell this by our obsolete weaponry, in relation to the organization we were fighting), I was riding a hover-bike that was something like a Star Wars speeder-bike, but shaped more like a modern crotch-rocket. There were two or three other rebels riding along-side me, and we were crossing the valley that I had just recently washed out with water. We had to get to the opposition’s side, retrieve something and bring it back to our side. On the way back across the valley, there was a huge, four-legged “thing” in the middle of the clearing. I’m pretty sure it was mechanical and the only comparison I can make is to one of those AT-ATs, or “walkers,” from Star Wars. I just don’t remember what it looked like, in detail, so I’m not quite sure if it was one of them or not.

We also had what was called “over-drive” on these hover-bikes. Pushing a button on the handlebar fired the boosters on the back of the bike and pushed you up to like mach-1. Haha. After weaving around the legs of this giant thing, we all hit the “over-drive” and hauled ass back to our side of the clearing. It was very awesome, but I don't remember anything more.

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"Birth of a Djinn" - 08/2010 (Lucid)

"Birth of a Djinn"

08/29/2010

(Lucid)

(I'm going to go back and expand on some of my other, recent dreams, but I'm amazed that I was able to succeed in this lucid "mission," so soon after reading DreamViews member WakingNomad's 'Serial Dream RPG' thread. So I just had to hurry up and write this one out. I just wish I was able to remember some more of the details. Upon waking up at about 5am and browsing the  DV forums a bit, reminding myself to try for Nomad's first mission. In the past, I haven't had much luck with RPG-type tasks (of which my journal constantly reminds me ), but, amazingly, this one came pretty easily.)

I believe the dream started in my old high school cafeteria. There had been a bit going on, before this point, but I don't remember very much at all. My earliest, solid memory of this dream was becoming lucid in the cafeteria, by noticing how unclear and "hazy" things were, around me. I just didn't feel like I was in reality, and I quickly realized this to be because I was in an unstable dream. Immediately, I brought my hands up in front of me, and stared at them, trying to pull together all of the visual detail I could. I had an extra finger on each hand, and each one was loosely attached to the pinky before it, practically webbed. I lowered my hands and looked around, having succeeded in bringing things into more clarity. With almost uncommon ease (for myself, anyway), I quickly remembered my intention to try Nomad's RPG mission. I couldn't quite recall every detail of his scenario, but I remembered that I had to be walking on a path, through the woods, and look at myself in a mirror. Judging by where I was, though, there wasn't a wooded area anywhere near me.

I began to float through the school hallways, hovering in a standing position, as if my feet were still on the floor. After a while, I began to lose patience, getting the feeling that I wasn't any closer to finding an exit than when I started, so I tried some scene changing. Figuring that spinning would likely cause me to wake up, I closed my eyes lightly, and thought of the woods. When I opened them, I was in another setting (which I can't really remember), but it was definitely not a wooded path. I tried at least once or twice more, with no success. Then, I opened them again to find myself standing in some grass in a field. A bit closer to the woods than any of my other attempts, I imagined that, once I turned to the left, I would be in the middle of the woods. I spun to the left, and after a short blur of my vision, I saw that I was, indeed, standing in the middle of the woods, on a fairly wide path which ran through the cluster of trees around me.

Again recalling that I, next, had to look at myself in a mirror, I wondered just how I would get my hands on one. Ironically, I didn't even think about just turning around, to have one in front of me (which might have been much easier, but did carry the risk of losing dream stability, completely). Instead, I thought about the way I'd created a door, back in my "Water Dragon" dream, and decided to do something similar. I put my hands in front of me, as if I was holding a single point in space with the index fingers and thumbs of both my hands. I then pulled my hands apart, horizontally, creating a thin line which stretched between the two hands. Once it was a few inches wide, I then spread my index fingers away from their respective thumbs, expanding what was once a thin line, into an empty box (or "frame," kind of like film directors do) between my fingers. The geometric shape sat there between my fingers, as if I were holding a transparent credit card between my hands. Then, considering this to be the back side of the mirror, I then twisted my fingers so the box flipped around, vertically. It was like I had actually cut out a square, in my field of view, and then flipped everything inside that square - trees and all - around like a card in a magic trick. On the other side of this displaced rectangle of "reality" was a perfect little mirror, which I held up to my face, remembering that I had chosen a Djinn as my character for the game. In the reflection, I saw a hazy, obscure version of myself, staring back at me. I couldn't really make out all the details, but it looked incredibly plain - just my regular self.

A little bored with this rendition of my "character," I lowered the mirror away from my face. Clearing my mind and just hoping for something a little more interesting - yet trying not to consciously influence the outcome - I looked back into the mirror. This picture was much clearer. It was still me, but I was shirtless, and had thick, short, brownish/reddish hair, which sat wildly on top of my head. Two pointy little bumps of my skull sat above my eyebrows; a modest set of horns, which hadn't quite broken through the skin. I grinned at myself, which seemed quite humorously wicked. Overall, I figured my Djinn to be quite a handsome devil, so I was satisfied. Something happened, at this point, where my reflection began to take on a life of its own. This part is really fragmented, but I remember getting into an altercation with my reflection, and we started pushing/pulling on each other, like the shoving match we had in my last dream where I saw my reflection. I don't remember if I grabbed him and pulled him out of the mirror, or he grabbed me and pulled me into the mirror, but we were suddenly on the same plane, rolling around on the wooded path and trying to gain advantage over the other. I don't remember the outcome of that, though.

Later, I was back in an open field. There were a few people milling around, and a lake sat nearby. On the lake, I saw an abandoned little boat, struggling to stay afloat. I levitated myself and flew over to it, landing on top of it, feeling like taking a little explorative ride around this enormous lake. The boat was a small, blue motorboat with no motor. So, I took hold of the boat, telekinetically, and pushed it around the lake with my mind. Every now and then, I wondered if I would come across any of my usual sea monsters, but I was feeling a real sense of empowerment, in being my new Djinn character, and I honestly didn't care what I encountered, because I felt that I could take on anything.

I know there was so much more than happened, after this. I distinctly remember stopping somewhere and running back over the events of the dream in my mind, and trying to recall as much as possible, before I woke up, which is what I usually do during long lucids. 

(But, sooner or later, the dream ended. I think a lot of time must had passed between the dream and the time I actually woke. Otherwise, I think I would have remembered a lot more than I did. I was only concerned with retaining the lucid portion, though, and I'm happy to have recalled as much as I had.

I plan on either drawing, modeling, or photoshopping a rendition of what my Djinn/self looked like in the dream, when I have the time. )

"The Karate Master" - 09/16/2007 (FA)

"The Karate Master"

09/16/2007

(False Awakening)

(Had some B6 last night, so these were really vivid, and I was this [ ] close to having an LD, but I was also tired as Hell and didn't spend too much time on actually trying to recognize the dream state, so I was just missing clues all over the place.)

This one began with a false awakening. I was in my old house and the room was dark. I looked beside me and there was a baby swing sitting there. CJ was in it, and she was a baby again. Having not paid too much attention to it, at first, and turned away. I heard a noise and then turned back to look at the swing. CJ was now older, maybe 5, and was climbing out of the swing by herself. The swing tilted over, but CJ landed on her feet. Without even looking at me, she opened my room door and walked out.

I got out of bed and followed her, noticing that the kitchen light was on. She walked down the hall, toward the living room and, when I got there, I was surprised to see that my living room was FULL of people. A large portion of my friends and family members were just lounging around and watching TV, even my friend that lives in California was there. I stopped and just stared at all of them. They all just looked at me and smiled, and went back to whatever they were doing. I looked at a clock (and a digital one, at that. I should slap myself for not doing a reality check), and it said it was 10:40 PM. The gears in my head just barely started turning, and I finally said to them. "You know...It's strange enough that I remember going to bed at around 3am, and that clock says it's, somehow, 10:40..but....what the hell are all of you doing here??" BM, from Cali, gave me some bullshit explanation (that I can't remember, right now), and it was somehow enough to throw me off.

I walked into the kitchen and opened the freezer. There was (among other things) a half-eaten french-bread pizza in it. I closed the freezer door and walked back into the living room. It was now daytime and most of my friends and family had disappeared. Instead, CJ and a bunch of kids were hanging around the living room. They all seemed really happy to see me and said that they had been waiting for me to come back, so we could practice martial arts together. I helped them move some of the furniture and we cleared out a large space in the living room and started messing around with some basic martial arts moves.

After a while, the door opened and another, older, kid walked in. With her, was some big, barrel-chested man with a bald head and a black karate gi on. She introduced him as a "master" that was here to spar all the kids. The kids were now, suddenly, teenagers and dressed in karate gis of their own. There were three different styles of gi, each defining a different level of skill. So I sat back in the dining room area and gave them their space, watching.

It was an awesome sight. This guy was just plowing through these kids, but they were definitely putting up a great effort. The master was taking a different approach to each of the different skill levels. He was somewhat gentle to the kids with the all-white gis, the beginners, used a moderate level of control with the kids with a red sash, the intermediates, and absolutely destroyed the advanced students in the white/black Akido-style gis. He was just bouncing back and forth between all these kids, like Jackie Chan, as they rushed him, all at once. One of the girls did this sick combination where she jumped at him with a hurricane kick, which he stepped back from. As she landed, she continued the rotation (which was really fast), spinning like a top and swinging the foot around into a series of foot sweeps. The master evaded the first few rotations and then jammed his foot down on the ground, blocking the final kick with his leg before picking the girl up and flipping her over onto her back.

The second he did that, an older boy, one of the advanced fighters, came up and attacked the master from behind. This kid had no chance. The master turned around, swept the kid's legs into the air, and drove a hand down into chest, slamming the kid down into the floor so hard I thought he would break through it.

As I watched, part of me wanted to just rush in and try my hand at this guy, too, but I knew I would get owned, so I decided to just hang back, as this was their lesson, not mine. Lol.

Later (and I don't remember how this happened, but...), this master was reeeeeeeaaaallly pissed at me. This was, obviously, not a good thing. CJ; some of the rest of the kids; a few of my family members; and I were in some sort of theater. I had learned that the master was after me, and my perspective switched, momentarily, to a view in the lobby. It was as if I was a camera that was following the master as he stormed into the lobby of the theater, and stomped his way toward the theater hall that we were in.

Suddenly, it zoomed back in to first person, and I saw the doors fly open. The master stood there for a moment, glaring at me. The theater hall was nearly empty, and I was closer to the stage. Shortly after, the man was running toward me like a freight train. The kids, who were now their younger selves again, scattered as the master attacked. I tried to do whatever I could to defend myself, but this guy was completely wrecking me.

The theater was filled with those little iron folding chairs, instead of anchored seats, and the guy was just throwing me around them like a rag doll, pretty much. I was able to get a few shots in but, overall, he was just taking me apart.

The turning point came when I was able to trip him. He fell to the ground and I picked up one of the chairs. I tried to pin him by making the legs of the chair straddle over him, and keep him from standing up. He started crawling under the chairs, though. I jumped up on top of the chairs and ran across them, as he moved under them, balancing while trying to keep my weight right above the chairs that he was beneath, so that he couldn't stand up. Finally, moving parallel to each other, we came to the end of the row of chairs. As soon as he slid out from under the last chair and tried to stand up, I dove onto his back and put him in a rear naked choke, before he had a chance to do anything about it. He was still able to stand up and grabbed my arm and tried as hard as he could to pull it off, but I was holding on for dear life. This guy was so big that it felt like I was riding a bull as he flailed and spun around, trying to throw me off (I don't know how the hell he fit under those chairs. lol.) This went on for a few moments, and then I finally felt his body go limp and he fell to the floor, unconscious.

A little while later, we were leaving the theater. I think the cops had been called or something, because there was some big commotion going on. Through the crowd, the master (having awoken) walked toward me. He bowed at me, respectfully, and I simply bowed back. I think he said something to me but I don't remember what it was. (That's the second master that I've gotten my ass handed to me by. At least I was able to beat this guy. I still have to go find the old kung fu master that tore me up last year.)

"Lucid Sparring" - 07/25/2006 (Lucid)

"Lucid Sparring"

07/25/2006

(Lucid)

(Had a pretty interesting LD last night, but it was early-on during the night, so most of my memory of it is gone.)

 

I'm not sure what led up to this point, but I found myself walking through the aisles of a grocery store when I suddenly realized I was dreaming. There was no real cue, that I can remember; I just knew that I was. At first, I continued walking, repeating to myself: “I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming,” in my mind, to keep myself aware of the fact. I was looking around at the different things on the shelves, leaning in close and taking in all the detail. Then, I remembered wanting to get some practice with becoming more comfortable in the lucid state, just to see if I could hold it longer if I wasn’t running around, getting into battles or doing a lot of action. I sat down on the tile floor, Indian-style, and began to relax as if meditating. I closed my eyes, for only a second, but figured that that might be a bad idea, when it came to not losing the dream, altogether. Instead, I opened them again and just kinda sat there with my head bowed, focusing on solidifying my lucidity. It seemed to work, to a point where everything became much more vivid and realistic. Whatever haze was there, when I’d first gained lucidity, was now completely gone, and there was now visually no distinction between the waking world and the dream.

As I sat there - taking a moment to stare at my hands, which didn’t seem distorted at all, other than that the contours of my fingertips were much more magnified and detailed - some guy came walking up to me and got my attention. I can’t remember what we were talking about, at first, but I think he was just inquiring about what I was doing. While talking to him, I kept repeating in the back of my head “I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming. This is all a dream. I’m dreaming, etc.,” so that I wouldn't forget. Before long, I believe the guy asked me if I wanted to spar. Soon, I was back up on my feet and we started sparring. I was pulling off some pretty dope moves, while fighting this guy, one of which was in jumping toward him with a straight-on flying kick at his face, which he blocked with his forearm. I, then, bounced off of his arm, hovering in the air slightly, like Cloud does in Advent Children while blocking with his sword, for about 2 seconds. Then, spinning my body around, immediately after my kick was deflected, and still in mid-air, I sneaked in a rotating kick to the side of his head, with the back of my opposite foot, flipping him sideways and through one of the shelves beside us. I landed on my feet, again, under very little strain from gravity. 

The fight went on, for a short while, without losing one tiny bit of the visual realism, but my auto-suggestion: “This is a dream, this is a dream” soon transitioned into “Man, I hope I don’t wake up. I have to keep from waking up.” As soon as I fell into this frame of mind, while squaring off with the guy, again, to go another round, I woke up.

"Assault and Batteries" - 04/22/2010

"Assault and Batteries"

04/22/2010

The first thing I remember from this dream was getting into a huge argument with some really arrogant chick. Out of nowhere, in the middle of our argument, she hauled off and hit me in the nuts with some kind of blunt object. The pain was excruciating. I fell to the ground, tensed up and trying as hard as I could not to succumb to the pain. I could not deny it, though. Every few seconds I would let out this guttural scream - waves of agony rippling all throughout my torso, as if someone had my balls in a vice and was giving the crank a quick, periodic twist (much like the way young Raizo reacted, in Ninja Assassin, when his teacher gave him that finger strike to the gut. It was seriously some of the worst pain I've ever felt in a dream.) After what seemed like forever, I was able to stagger to my feet. In a rage, I instinctively lunged at her. My only impulse (which was pretty inconsistent with my waking character) was to make this chick pay for attacking me in that way. Everyone in the crowd around us held me back, though. Still staving off the pain in my loins, I yelled and kicked and slung all kinds of obscenities at this girl, as a group of people dragged me away. One of the things I remember telling her was that she better not let me find her alone in the street. I was just utterly enraged and wanted to completely destroy this girl. Lol.

A little bit of time passed, and I stayed on the lookout for her, still seething. Finally, we just happened to pass each other, walking down a busy, city sidewalk one day. We didn't recognize each other until we were practically right beside one another. We both took a few more steps, before it actually registered, and then I spun around. The last thing I remember of this part is running toward her for an all-out attack. I don't actually remember what happened when I reached her, though. The next thing I knew, I was on a prisoner's compound. (Maybe I should have just let the b**** go! LOL) The penalty, for being in this 'death camp', was that we were made to survive these games in which we are hunted by various creatures. Indoors - and underground - this facility was very high tech. It had laboratories and security annexes; the works. Above ground, the facility looked more like a junk yard, or a post-apocalyptic compound of some sort. The prisoners were mostly made to stay above/outside, while we were observed by our captors, who remained in the other sectors.

First, we were made to fight Xenomorphs (from the Alien movie series). They chased us around the compound, in packs, and we had the little locator devices from the movies, which helped us keep track of where they were. We were not given weapons, though, and we had to simply survive, unarmed. Having endured the hunt, and once the attack from the xenos died down, I had figured that we were finished with our trial. Suddenly, a huge mech came around a corner. We all immediately scattered, and the mech fired a missile into the structure that we had been hiding behind, just moments before.

After the appearance of this mech, the shit really hit the fan, and we found ourselves running from even more mechs, robots, and all kinds of other "Terminator"-type technology. We all decided to take the fight down into the bowels of the facility and broke back into the base. The killer robots followed us inside, and we played a really intense game of cat and mouse, within. We were also able to locate the robots with the same locators that we used for the xenomorphs. Being one of the only remaining survivors, I traveled deeper and deeper into this enormous facility. I eventually came across a large community of other (relatively) 'innocent' people, who were living down in some of the furthest levels from the surface. There were men and women of all backgrounds, and they were even cohabiting with some docile robots, which makes me believe that this dream was set so far in the future that robots were already an integral part of society. There was an explosion behind me, and one of the bigger robots had, somehow, squeezed his way through the halls and had broken into the towering doors, scoping around for me. 

Again, everyone scattered. Even though I didn't know these people well, they knew that I was being hunted, and they decided to help me get away from the killer robot. Can't really quite remember how, though.

"Taking Freddy to School" - 09/03/2007 (Lucid)

"Taking Freddy to School"
09/03/2007

(Lucid)

I was in a college stadium, near the top of the bleachers. It was pretty much empty, besides a handful of people scattered here and there. While walking through the bleachers, I began asking myself "...what the Hell am I doing in a stadium??"

After realizing I had to be dreaming, I became lucid and began running and jumping through the bleachers, performing high jumps from level to level. I was soon at the very top level of the stadium. I ran forward and did an impossibly-high flip with a half-twist, which carried me all the way over the bleachers, and out into the middle of the football field. Before landing, I had intended to make the ground break under my feet (because that would have been dope), but all I got was a massive BOOOOOOOM sound, when I landed, which was pretty cool, in itself. There were some female DCs standing around on the sidelines, and I went over to talk to them, but I don't remember our conversation.

Later, I was roaming around the campus at night, and came to a section with two rows of small buildings, set close together. I got the feeling that I was being followed and soon began to notice someone's shadow lurking around in the dark. Walking into an open alleyway, I looked down to the far end. Freddy Krueger was standing there, in his usual, arrogantly-casual stance. He slowly started walking in my direction. Having been about fed-up with Freddy in my dreams (we've had a couple of run-ins, by now, which haven't gone well for me), and since I was feeling a decent amount of control in this dream, I decided that we were going to have us a little one-on-one.

I held up my hand and visualized nails growing from them. It was surprisingly simple. They shot out of the ends of my fingertips, on command, looking much like his own. I ran in toward him; he ran back at me. We clashed in the center of the alley and had this badass, Kung Fu-esque, nail-to-nail fight. We were perfectly blocking and dodging everything the other was throwing - which was incredibly quick and fluid - and whenever we would have a claws-to-claws impact, sparks were shooting out from between us. It was so tight, and almost seemed like a live-action anime battle. Lol.

Finally (and completely unexpectedly), he actually gave up! (HA!) He said that I was damn good; that he respected me for my skills (I don't know whether he meant fighting skill or dream control skill, but I'll take it either way. Haha) and that he would now by my ally, and a sort of dream guide, if I called on him in the future. (Freddy Kruger as a dream guide would be amazing! Lol.)

Of course, I really didn't expect this encounter to carry over into any future dreams, so I just kind of said 'cool man' and went on about my way.

Sometime later, I had lost lucidity and was in one of the classrooms. Without warning, having been framed for something I didn't do, I was rushed by campus police. They took me down into a sort of school jail, where a few more people were locked up and I could await my fate. One of these cells had a door in it that was only about 2 feet high; It was more like a window than a door. The guards came in with another detainee and forecefully shoved him through the tiny opening, folding his body in half, backward - and apparently breaking his back - to fit him into the space. This immediately made me realize I was still dreaming.

I was lucid again. I wanted to look around for Freddy and started phasing through the walls, going from room to room. He was nowhere to be found, though, so I decided to go straight up and through the ceiling, since I knew I was underground. I phased upward, as high as I could, until I passed through the roof of the school and landed on top of it. Now outside, I took the time to look at my hands and stabilize the dream; my skin was all green and wrinkled. (I actually did this more than once in the dream, but I can't remember when the other time was or how my hands looked). Then, I went jumping from rooftop to rooftop, around the campus, which was a lot of fun. I landed in front of a sorority house type building, where there was a massive party going on. I went inside and joined in, and met some girl who seemed really familiar from waking life. Dunno who she was, though. Before long, we were making out up against a wall. Then, in a standing position, I pretty much just lifted one of her legs with my forearm, and we started going at it. I realized, after working her bra off, that she had three breasts (Total Recall! Lol) even though her bra had only been built for two. Awkward as it was, it didn't stop us. Sooner or later, though, something happened in the crowd that caused us to stop, but I can't remember what it was.

"Escort Servicemen" - 08/22/2011

"Escort Servicemen"
08/22/2011 

Dream #1 

 I was a soldier during a modern war, and we men were going through some sort of archaic rite of passage, where we had to choose wives from a crowd of random women, and prove ourselves capable of being their protectors/providers by escorting them through this sort of 'bonding' exercise. That exercise consisted of leading them into a hostile area - which was, basically, a live-fire obstacle course - reaching a checkpoint at about 100 yards, and then escorting them back to our camp. 

The twist was that we men were given blast-resistant suits, and the women were made to remain in their civilian clothing. With our flack suits, we men had to shield our prospective women with our bodies, while escorting them across the killing field, constantly maneuvering ourselves to block the bullets and explosive blasts that were barreling in on us from all sides. The conditions were hellish, moving from cover to cover, while getting tagged by all kinds of ammunition, and staggering through the explosions with bullets zipping by our ladies' uncovered bodies. We did our best to traverse the field, but I watched many couples die in their attempts, either blown apart by ordinance or gunned down by shots to unprotected areas.

The smoke was blinding, and the explosions were disorienting, but my potential bride and I had finally made it to the end of the field. This area was like the hornets' nest, and the resistance greatly intensified. I don't even remember the moment at which we hit the checkpoint and began our way back, but we were soon huddling back toward camp, fighting off the continued barrage. The finish line wasn't too far away, when I noticed that I couldn't feel the woman in my padded arms anymore. Looking down at the hollow between my arms, I saw that she was nowhere to be found. Immediately, I knew what happened, stopping in place and turning back to face the checkpoint we had last passed. It was now being swarmed with enemy combatants, and I knew that I had somehow lost her in the fray. For a moment, I tried to muscle my way back toward the checkpoint, but I was getting hammered with heavy machine gun fire and RPG's; smoke trails streaming out from the 'hornets next' and detonating on and around my huge, cumbersome flack suit.

Finally, I caught a glimpse of her, through the smoke and flames, and she was being hanged. I can't remember if I actually saw her, or just a silhouette, but I remember the image of her dangling from the noose, before being cut down and then impaled on a spike, for good measure, as if to be propped up for show. At this point, I knew there was nothing I could do and I turned to make my way back to camp, feeling absolutely horrible about my failure...and still getting rocked by explosions and assaulted with gunfire. On the way back, I found another woman on the ground. Her protector had been killed in the chaos, ahead of her, and she was left down in the dirt, completely helpless. I lifted her to her feet and shielded her as I had done with the other woman, guiding her the rest of the way back to camp to meet up with the rest of the survivors. At this point, I didn't know or care whether or not saving someone else was 'allowed' in the trial, but I wasn't going to leave anyone else behind.

I don't remember anything that happened when I got there, though.