Everyone must be aware of the "Rape Capital" of the world, Congo, Africa. It is just not fair. 5000 women are raped annually. Half of them are brutally assaulted by armed men in front of their families in their homes, in the name of seeking "redress" for not getting paid. More than 8,000 women were raped during the fights in 2009.

Currently, the United Nations is investigating claims that rebel fighters raped more than 150 women and baby boys in the Democratic Republic of Congo.

ARMED MEN. ARMED ABLE-BODIED AND GENETICALLY STRONGER humans are deliberately exploiting defenceless women. They RAPE them in front of their families in their own homes. How would you feel if the place that you live in is suddenly INVADED BY BRUTE, INHUMANE AND INSANELY THIRSTY CREATURES WHO WILL NEVER STOP UNTIL they PENETRATE YOU REPEATEDLY IN FRONT OF YOUR HUSBAND AND CHILDREN TILL YOU ARE SO DESTROYED YOU DO NOT FEEL ANYTHING ANYMORE? I really wanted to exhibit all the world's violence on these perpetrators, but I would be no different from them. Please pray for these victims. Please raise awareness.

If you have had thoughts about raping any female, please think. How would you feel is someone did that to your sister, or your mother? How about the people you care about? Do you want to go to jail? Please spare a thought for humans around you who also have FEELINGS just like you. You don't need to satisfy your animalistic instincts this way. If you were really an animal, it would be best to cage you up just like they do to beasts. Even so, beasts would be better than you.
PLEASE PRAY FOR THEM. I don't know how to help them any way else. The UN is in there but some situations are seriously so severe. The only way is to get rid of the militias. How else do we do that besides using great force? The world is cruel. I am thankful that my Homeland is safe, but the victims there are not.

If I had the money, I could fly them all out and offer them citizenship in a safer country. Can someone do that? Can a country that is rich and noble enough do that? Actually they can. If each country just takes some of the women in the most affected areas, they can indeed save them.
I do not care that you say it is impractical and costs MONEY. Seriously, MONEY? MONEY? PAPER? Actually if there existed no form of money and we totally eliminate it from the world we'd be able to save so many people, but then people would think about self interests not being fulfilled and no one would be saved.
AHHHHHHHHHH can they all wear chasity belts? Would that help?

I am sorry I am going nuts already.

I want to voice out more radical views but I cannot.


You stupid boy. After all that emotional investment you took that has not yet led to a real start and then I see you socializing with some newfound creature. Yes, that is jealousy. More reason to unplug yourself. (:

The run at the school track until around 7 was great. The entire place was freed from noise, just like the holidays where I was able to enjoy the almost empty chalet. (: The ambience in my school does resemble that of a chalet's during the holidays. Great way to have a break too! If you want a running partner, feel free to call me hahaha. I like to wait until everyone is gone and then I start sprinting. Haha but it is more fun when there are humans around though. It spurs me to me more competitive sometimes.

Haha, Yeah I am obsessed. I like to speak about running all the time.

HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY TO ALL MY BELOVED TEACHERS! :D
I will not be going back to my secondary school, but I miss them all the same.
Likewise to my teachers in my primary school.
I feel so productive today. I am glad. :D

Swimming was great. I do what I call "sprint-swimming" where I do speed swimming for 1 lap, stop and continue. (: I "sprint-swim" with my head above the water all the way. That thrill is exhilarating and it optimizes the amount of energy used in minimal time. Great way to burn off excess energy. Best I can do when my right leg is injured. It is a rather funny sight though.
Great way to contour your body too. Optimal results.

My sister and I both hurt our leg on the same day. Her wound is a flesh wound, whereas my injury is due to the straining of my muscles. We were both hopping around the whole day.

I feel like being carried around. :D Hahaha. I do hope that I will recover by tomorrow though.
I want cheesecake and mushrooms now.

I have been mourning the injuring of my leg since the morning. Injured my leg while sprinting yesterday and I stubbornly insisted on running on the track this morning. I was not as fast as usual and then I felt this sharp pain after 4 rounds. ): Sighhh. Second time I hurt my leg this month lol. I have to limp around now. It is okay, swimming should be less strenuous. I was so devastated that I just lay in bed from after school till about four plus. No, SNAP OUT OF IT. You are great. Must have momentum. Yes. I can do it. Have the momentum you had for MYES. YOU CAN DO IT! AHHH! Hahahaha. I need to move. I am an active young child. Hahaha.

Block out Negative people! They just cannot be happy for you. (:

"LAST TOUCHES OF RED" (Read it! :D)

Last touches of that red he tells me he adores.
Slide it on my lips like skin to my flesh.
I wait for him eagerly at the dining table,
where the main course was missing.

Last touches of that red he tells me he loves,
as I thought to myself the times he leaned in from behind,
soothing the tense muscles of my fatigued body,
and recharging me with this unique sensation I cannot explain.

Last touches of that red they tell me he loves,
as I smiled to myself and thought of the horizon we never saw.
As I felt the pain of the air against the whole of my fatigued back,
with no him to soothe.

Last touches of that red they tell me he loves on her,
as I hold on to the blade I used on him and her.
One slice, two slices, I lost count.
Last touches on red,
the red you loved so much, my dear boy,
whom I love so much.
I did give you a chance.
My dear boy, my dearest boy,
whom I still love so much.

This red does look better on you two.

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Lol sadistic poem.

The YOG has ended officially, and I am really proud of Singapore for being the Host country! :D It was truly touching, and I can only imagine the simultaneous pain and great happiness in their hearts at that moment. (:

I feel like posting a lot of things, but I do need to sleep. At times, I wish I ran like a machine. I usually feel most awake around six to ten and that is the time I have to go to bed to get recharged for a new day. Shall be awake in the afternoon tomorrow. Have to maximise benefit for my time now. Must succeed because I want it. It makes me happy. (:

When I run, I tell myself that I am a machine, and that I can go faster and faster and I will outrun every obstacle that comes my way. When I have surpassed it I shall derive far greater strength. Must have momentum. Must continue. Ten thirty right now. Shall sleep soon so that I will be awake tomorrow.

Every single thing in life is actually a skill derived. Choose what you want to listen, and choose the things which you wish to believe in. Determine your emotions, determine your outcome, determine your present state. You always have a choice.

ULTIMATELY, YOUR STRONGEST OPPONENT YOU FACE IS YOURSELF.
Do you realise that?
"Yes, YL."
"I must beat you YL. DARN YOU!"

I will get what I want. I have what I want and I will keep it.
When I want to let it go I shall, because I have the power to.

MEMORIES
There is this portion about memories in Housekeeping and Oranges are not the Only Fruit, our lit texts, which touches me. Our memories will only be known to us and no one will ever have the same memories as us, not in the exact way at least. Then I recall Ruth letting go of these "ghosts" and stuff. I guess it does truly apply to every human relationship. I guess that is her coping mechanism as well as the tool she engages to empower herself. There is no point, after all, attaching your shelf to a thing which has no value to any other to validate that pain you feel. Then, how can there be pain when there is no validation?

You will be emancipated, free, liberated etc. Take a thesaurus and scream it out. Hahaha. It is ten forty three. I should be sleeping. I feel like running now actually. Oh gosh, the things you want so badly. When you do not want it, these things SHOUT OUT TO YOU, TEMPT YOU, LURE YOU. When you decide to be compassionate, it screams a weak "ah" and evaporates. Haha. What a funny sight.

Train of thoughts. Bring me a train. I watched this movie, years back, forgot the title but it was something about a MAGICAL TRAIN. I still recall it vividly. It is animation, those life-like ones. It was amazing. Something about Christmas. And a little boy, and he came out of bed in the middle of the night. Adventure. THEY WENT ON IT. Skidding on ice. The train. Huge tree. I remember oh my gosh I need to find out the title of that movie! I think it is Christmas Post, or something with the word "Post" in it. Then suddenly Bioshock comes to my mind. Haha awesome game.

Poem time! HAHAHAHA. Lol I shall attempt something visual.

The Magnet Approach
Detachment is a skill that requires time to learn.
Now use it.
Use it and you will be free.
It is like the three wishes the fictitious genie can offer you.
It is the manipulation of the mind.
Use it, and use it well.
Empowerment.

I have to go now, I wish to continue but I am going out.
Prelims in 2 weeks! :D Shall study in school daily.

Okay, I am back! The YOG Football game is currently on television, with Haiti leading 1-0. There is about 20 mins left. I really hope Singapore will win though. This is one of the rare occassions where I actually watch football. I do understand that there is a challenge in every game but it is extremely commendable that they have made it this far! :D We will find out soon if our country wins.

Watched the YOG running at seven plus. It was amazing and the athletes have motivated me to run even more. The Kenyan female who won conquered 3km in 9:13. She is AMAZING! She is my role model haha! :D I shall google her later. I have to admit that I felt a bit less competent after watching her sprint. She is a good one and half rounds faster for my recent timing for sprinting 2 km. Haha I need to run more! Swimming yesterday was great.

Back to the subject of detachment. I have often found this topic of interest one that comes with lots of benefits as well as costs. The benefits are truly undeniable. You feel no sense of loss when you just let go of anything.

(Over ten minutes to go for the game. The Haiti goalkeeper was clearly wasting time and he got offered a yellow card. Oh my gosh they just wasted another "40 seconds", as quoted by the commentator by walking really slowly, It is not fair. ): The opposition keeps standing there and wasting time to maintain their win. I started watching for a long time and it's really unfair. 2-0 now. ): Penalty kick. My heart hurts now, only for Singapore! Well, the oppostition won.)

Anyway, back to the topic of detachment. I find it an extremely useful coping mechanism. Through countless experiences, there is a sort of numbness that I have attained. I then linked it to detachment. I was speaking to my friend today, and his account does justify why many of us choose to be detached. My possibly odd analogy of a magnet can explain it.

Say I am a magnet with two poles. If I wish to be attached to some earthly thing, I shall engage that part which attracts. Otherwise, just engage the other pole to repel and detach. I find this highly amusing. Hahaha. It does help though. I have always engaged this policy for most circumstances until last year for a bit and recently, where I let my surroundings dictate my mood to a certain extent. Darn it, it was not good.
For example, I felt pain for the people around me, I felt anger when they were angry and it was not pleasant. I felt the pressure from the place I am always in. I am not ever going to commit this folly again. Thank goodness for my experience last year that I have to be grateful for, for after that I have learnt to be partially detached. It is of course a good thing, for this world is one of impermenance anyway as we have learnt in Lit. Thank you, you GREAT and AMAZING SUBJECT!

OF COURSE, there is also the point that detachment may not have been achieved due to the sole publishing of this post, and also the need to engage this "mechanism" to cope. Well, we are of course humans and there are limitations to every solution. Hahaha. I find this highly amusing, sorry. I have no life now! I am a mugger. Well, then this calls for the typical YL solution of positive thinking. Let us adopt the best possible mindset as to why a certain event should occur, and twist it to suit your point of view. People may deem this delusion, but how can it be delusion if it is SOME EXTERNAL BEING TOTALLY UNINVOLVED in your experience deeming it delusion? Everyone will have a DIFFERENT set of memories. What right has that person have to interfere in your affairs? Sure, people do have the right to make their own decisions but as long as you believe in it with your own experience, for everyone will have a different view of what happened, (It is like as mentioned in Housekeeping, where Ruth speaks about how people have different "ghosts" and no one will ever have the same view of seeing things. It is through this where she comes to an acceptance. ) it is not delusion. And yes, there are signs of frustration that are obviously not hidden.

I need to run more. I am going to be as fast as that girl one day.
Yes and just live your happy sad lives, you insignificant people who do not dare to achieve what I want and dare to comment. Haha, sorry. (: PLEASE BELIEVE IN YOUR MENTAL STRENGTH.) Seriously, if you do not, you will just stand to lose like those who laugh. It is how the Haiti team won. They just formed their team six weeks ago before their first match.

Anyway, writing posts gives me this surge of emotions. At times I experience great happiness yet at times I feel depressed. Otherwise it is a combination of both. It is not yet eleven.

FEMALES NEED TO BE EMPOWERED!
Abandon the emotional attachment and engage the "magnet" approach instead! This way you get the best of both worlds. You get to experience joy as well as turn away when there is sorrow. Just tell yourself you are a robot. You can control yourself. You can, and you shall be empowered.

I am a magnet. I have dehumanized myself. Haha this is highly amusing. I love this phrase.

Now, back to embracing the human side of me.
I do love the text Wide Sargasso Sea a lot. I can really emphatize with Antoinette as well as Rochester, and I can fail to emphatize with them as well. You can feel a bit, and then you just back off. It is just to experience that surge of emotion for a few minutes and then you just wanna back off because you have to be strong and not let anything that does not concern you alter your emotions. You need control. Yes, that is just my aim. Writing is so fun. You get to argue with your mind. I feel like running now. I want to just run and run as in my Lucid dream which I miss so much cuz after my sixth one, I had a short seventh one but it was so short. It was probably for 30 seconds unlike the sixth one that went on until I grew sick of it.
I FELT SO POWERFUL. I had progressed in controlling my mind and used it to maximise my speed for sprinting. For the seventh one I tried flying and I did, but I did nothing much and then I remember there was silver infrastructure.

Last night I had a dream I went to speak to a random female stranger, but I knew it was a dream but I only knew it for a spilt second. I was in a park, near the beach. A lot of sand and I think there was a brewing storm and I chased after her to ask her how she trained. But no, I want my sixth dream back. I will have another Lucid dream again. The mind is really a scary thing. In my consciousness in the dream I could really change everything. It is as clear as reality and I will always remember how it is. Even the people are so real but I talked to them and told them they weren't real, which is really freaky because you know it is fake yet you are stuck in a dream world where you have such great control but yet people keep popping out and it is actually another aspect of your mind that is controlling the things popping out but you only have the aspect that controls what to change, not what is popping out. I am digressing hahahaha!

I hope I get a Lucid dream tonight again. I will use it to run and swim and fly and get all As, and grow taller. HAHAHHAHA BYE.

I copied this off a message a dear sister sent to me. It really touched me.
It will only take 3 minutes! Just spend 3 less minutes talking or logging onto a popular website or watch less television! :D
It spoke to me, and I pray that it will speak to you as well.

> >GOD IS GOOD
> >
> >This is so beautiful!
> >John 3:16
> >
> >A little boy was selling newspapers on the corner,
>>the people were in and out of the cold.
> >
> >The little boy was so cold that he wasn't trying to sell many
> > papers.
>>
> >He walked up to a policeman and said,
>>"Mister, you wouldn't happen to know
> >where a poor boy could
> >find a warm place to sleep tonight would you ?
> >
> >
> >
> > You see, I sleep in a box up around the corner there and
> >down the alley and it's awful cold in there for tonight.
> >
> > Sure would be nice to have a warm place to stay."
> >
> >
> > The policeman looked down at the little boy and said,
>>"You go down the street to that big white house and
>>you knock on the door. When they come
> >out the door you just say
> > John 3:16, and they will let you in."
> >
> > So he did. He walked up the steps and knocked
>>on the door, and a lady answered. He looked up and
>>said, "John 3:16." The lady said, "Come on in, Son."
> >
> > She took him in and she sat him down in a split
>>bottom rocker in front of a great big old fireplace,
>>and she went off. The boy sat there for a
> >while and thought to himself:
> > John 3:16 ...I don't understand it, but it sure makes
>>a cold boy warm.
> >
> >
> >
> > Later she came back and asked him "Are you hungry?"
>>He said, "Well, just a little. I haven't eaten in a couple of
>>days, and I guess I could stand a little bit of food,"
> >
> > The lady took him in the kitchen and sat him down to a
>>table full of wonderful food. He ate and ate until he couldn't
>> eat any more. Then he thought to himself:
> > John 3:16 ...Boy, I sure don't understand it but it sure
>>makes a hungry boy full.
> >
> >
> >
> > She took him upstairs to a bathroom to a huge bathtub
>>filled with warm water, and he sat there and soaked
> > for a while. As he soaked, he thought to himself: John 3:16...
> > I sure don't understand it, but it sure makes a dirty
>>boy clean. You know, I've not had a bath, a real bath, in my
>>whole life. The only bath I ever had was when I stood in front
>> of that big old fire hydrant as they flushed it out.
> >
> > The lady came in and got him. She took him to a room,
>>tucked him into a big old feather bed, pulled the covers up
>>around his neck, kissed him goodnight and turned out the
>>lights. As he lay in the darkness and looked
> >out the window at the snow coming down on that cold night,
> > he thought to himself:
> > John 3:16 ...I don't understand it but it sure makes a tired boy
> >rested.
> >
> >
> > The next morning the lady came back up and took him down
>>again, to that same big table full of food. After he ate, she took
>>him back to that same big old split bottom rocker in front of
>>the fireplace and picked up a big old Bible.
> >
> > She sat down in front of him and looked into his young face.
> > "Do you understand John 3:16? " she asked gently. He replied,
>> "No, Ma'am, I don't. The first time I ever heard it was last
>>night when the policeman told me to use it,"
> >
> > She opened the Bible to John 3:16 and began to explain
>> to him about Jesus. Right there, in front of that big old
>>fireplace, he gave his heart and life to Jesus.
> >
> > He sat there and thought: John 3:16 -- I don't understand it,
>> but it sure makes a lost boy feel safe.
> >
> >
> > You know, I have to confess I don't understand it either,
>>how God was willing to send His Son to die for me,
>> and how Jesus would agree to do such
> >a thing. I don't understand
> > the agony of the Father and every angel in heaven as
>>they watched Jesus suffer and die.
>>I don't understand the intense love for ME that
> >kept Jesus on the cross till the end. I don't understand it,
>>but it sure does make life worth living.
> >
> > John 3:16
> > For God so loved the world, that he gave his only
> > begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should
>> not perish, but have everlasting life.
> >
> >
> > If you woke up this morning
> > with more health than illness,
> > you are more blessed than the
> > million who won't survive the week.
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > If you have never experienced
> > the danger of battle,
> > the loneliness of imprisonment,
> > the agony of torture or
> > the pangs of starvation,
> > you are ahead of 20 million people
> > around the
> > world.
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > If you attend a church meeting
> > without fear of harassment,
> > arrest, torture, or death,
> > you are more blessed than almost
> > three billion people in the world.
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > If you have food in your refrigerator,
> > clothes on your back,a roof over
> > your head and a place to sleep,
> > you are richer than 75% of this world.
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > If you have money in the bank,
> > in your wallet, and spare change
> > in a dish someplace, you are among
> > the top 8% of the world's wealthy.
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > If your parents are still married and
> >alive,
> > you are very rare,
> > especially in the United States.
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > If you hold up your head with a smile
> > on your face and are truly thankful,
> > you are blessed because the majority can,
> > but most do not.
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > If you can hold someone's hand, hug them
> > or even touch them on the shoulder,
> > you
> > are blessed because you can
> > offer God's healing touch.
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > If you can read this message,
> > you are more blessed than over
> > two billion people in the world
> > that cannot read anything at all.
> >
> >
> > You are so blessed in ways
> > you may never even know.

POEM TIME! (After this brief introduction. )

I feel that today is one of those rare moments where I actually write out more than what I usually would. The Literature lesson notedly highlighted how concealing emotions in works actually do reveal more than the other option of actually penning down your thoughts. I feel like I am digging up filthy dirt and pasting it on the television but that is life indeed sometimes, and we do learn and move on with great lessons attained. (: Hiding becomes fruitless after a certain period of time.

I usually compose entries that are serious in nature because I used to abhor the idea of declaring one's private life on this cold and unfeeling screen. Also, I did not enjoy the impacts of posting one's true emotions online. You would feel as though you were a fish out of water, scraped and scaled, scrubbed with sandpaper. Then COUNTLESS TIMES I write all my poems and then I start adding happy things to make a resolution because I cannot tolerate unhappiness and flaws in my life being broadcast. That is okay though. I have endeavored to stop the defensive mechanism of making everything "rainbows and butterflies". Hahaha. I feel strangely odd though.

"When I was that age"

When I was seven,
the girls in my class shrieked when the teacher told them they would marry boys.
I laughed to myself.
Silly girls, is that not the duty of females?
Who wants to be an expired fruit?

Duties, duties, duties.

When I was fourteen,
I liked an older guy and he liked me.
the girls in my circle shrieked that he never liked me and they cruelly brainwashed me.
Still, looking back, it was an interesting experience, and I learnt never to like just one person so much again.

When I was fifteen,
the girls in my school shrieked in delight at the thought of getting boyfriends and first kisses.
I laughed to myself.
If only they knew what each of us did with them behind closed doors.
Well, we all learn and grow up years later.

Mere duties, duties, duties.
All for the mere experience,
but still part of growing up.

When I was sixteen,
the girls in my life shrieked that relationships were for marriage.
I did not laugh.
If only they knew what I knew.

Duties, duties, duties.

When I was seventeen,
the people in my life shrieked that meaningless relationships were the trend.
I laughed to myself.
If only I had listened to them.
Then I did.

Duties, duties, duties.

When I was eighteen,
I told myself that I had control.

"I just will never give"

We were there together again.
Different place, Different time
Yet all the same, the same motive.
Like I did not know what you wanted.

Time seems to pass so slowly with you yet
it flies by when I am not with you.
No, get out of it. You are not getting controlled.

When we were there,
Things progressed just like the rain cycle,
continuous, soothing, refreshing, life-giving.

When we were not there,
the fishes leaped and bounced
gasping for air, repeatedly, fruitlessly.

And that was when I consulted my mind.
Is this what I really want?
I know I just will not give when there is nothing to get.

When we were there,
Things progressed just like the rain cycle,
continous, soothing, refreshing, life-giving.

I just will never give when there is nothing to get.
This way no one gets hurt.
You have to be firm in your stand.

OH MY GOSH I CAN'T BELIEVE IT.
(Haha I apologise beforehand, I am gonna talk about running again.)

I JUST RAN 2 KM IN 8 MINS 35 SECONDS, which is unbelievable to me at first but then I thought about it and realised how many 5.5km blocs I ran per week. And then I did train my speed also. Oh my gosh do you know how much I improved? Before I started training after the 2.4km we were supposed to take for NAPFA I ran 2.4km not as fast, which is really funny because people usually train before NAPFA but I trained after NAPFA hahaha.
It is possible! If you wanna do well for your fitness test, start training like me too!

HAHAHAHA WOW WOW WOW MY LUCID DREAM REALLY WORKED. (Must watch Inception now.)
Haha I am fascinated by dreams I started writing my dreams down ever since I read the article on Lucid dreams a few years back.
This Sunday morning I had my sixth lucid dream (where you have knowledge that it is a dream and have control over your own actions), so after making the pointy spear that was chasing me disappear cuz I knew it was a dream again and sliding down rollercoasters for fun, I remembered the article that told me atheletes used LUCID DREAMS TO TRAIN!

Haha, I am sorry if I am boring you with my dreams. :D
I teleported myself somewhere else to find a track so that I could train my speed and I ended up not being able to find one. I decided to take a bus since it required a lot of willpower to change the place. Do you know that lucid dreams look EXACTLY like reality? It is like NOW. It is a duplicate, and the likeness of it simply scares you. Just look anywhere around you now and you'll know how clear Lucid dreams are. It was really scary and I kept telling myself how shocked I was that things were so clear and bright like the current place I am at.

Then I realised since everything seemed like reality, it was really difficult to change anything. I made things appear but that required a lot of concentration. I could change my location too but I needed so much concentration I was mentally exhausted. Hence I took the bus in my dream to find my track to run at but I could not find a track so I merely alighted at one stop where there were many trees. It was too high so I used the "concentration" thing again and made the vine grow so that I could climb the tree since it required so much energy to make myself fly.

Haha and then I saw my cousin up there, and I told myself he is not real. I spoke to that illusion and I said "Hey, do you know that this is a dream? Are you having the same dream as I? Eh, why am I telling you this. You're not even real." And then I thought about how scary it was and I wanted to kill him to have control in my dream like I did in my previous Lucid dreams where eveyone was not real, but I did not, because this dream just seemed to real and I did not want this Lucid dream to be as violent as my previous Lucid dreams. Hence I decided to go off running since such dreams are best to train your atheletic powers as illustrated on the newspaper articles.

I have read numerous times that many atheletes actually engage such dreams to really push themselves and I am simply amazed at the results of it. Hence I jumped off the tree, and remembering that jumping too high will shock me out of my dream as I did in a former Lucid dream, I jumped on another small platform before jumping again so as to minimize the height that I were to jump if I got off at one go.

Haha and then I saw the sea and I told myself that I could run on water. Then I ran and ran and I realised that I actually could do it since it was not reality. The waves kept coming on and I almost drowned on the third wave, and then I remembered that I could control the waves and the waves became smaller haha and then I grew so mentally exhausted I just did not care anymore. In the dream itself, time actually passes by extremely slowly so I just stopped using my brainpower and then I came out of the lucid dream, back to a normal dream, where I told my classmate I just had a dream and she was inside. Haha, so cool right. Hahaha, at least I think it is.

Oh my gosh I wanna have such a dream again. Hahaha. I should be thankful. After all, according to the article, if my memory serves me well, only 25% of all adults have at least 1 lucid dream in their lifetime. If you have a Lucid dream anytime soon, remember to use it to train on something you like! The experience will be breathtaking.