Scarlet Pimpernel

I'm standing on the corner of Main Street and Northern Blvd. I'm waiting for the light to turn red. However, there are hardly any people around, and there are no cars on the street. I look across the street and see a tall man who is staring at me. I feel very sick when I realize that he is staring at me. I turn around and begin to walk down Northern Blvd. towards Flushing H.S. I turn around and see that the man has crossed and is walking after me.

I'm inside my house. I go into my sister’s room, and look out of the window. I see a dark colored car pull up, and I see three men get out. They put masks on their faces and begin to walk towards the front door. I run into my room and lock the door. Sitting in the closet, I put my ear against the wall to see if I can hear the men. Someone begins to pound on the door.

All of the artists that were done in the group projects were interesting; however, the one that interested me the most was Louise Bourgeois's drawings.

I'm walking down a deserted street. The houses seem to be run down and unattractive. I'm looking around for someone, but I don't know for whom. I suddenly see the apartment building in which I lived when I was younger. I go inside the building, and it looks exactly the same as it did nine years ago. I go up to the second floor, which is the floor I lived on. I walk to my old apartment's door, and am about to knock, when the door suddenly opens. An older woman is standing there, and she exudes an air of creepiness (I don't know what it was about her). She tells me that she has been waiting for me, and is ready to show me the apartment.

I thought the movie was interesting, and at the same time confusing. The concept of the movie is interesting; however, I felt that it moved too slowly at certain points. However, the movie did what the reading could not; get me interested in lucid dreaming.

I'm outside in the garden. I'm sitting on the bench in the backyard, when I suddenly hear someone cutting the grass on the side of the house. I get up from my seat and walk over to see who is cutting the grass. Looking over, I see a man standing there with the weed whacker. He is not trimming in the sides of the grass. He is just standing there with the thing running. He starts to walk towards me with the weed whacker held out straight in front of him.