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I am on a computer, looking through files. I am trying to find papers from an earlier part of the dream where I would stayed after a math class drawing, and the teacher had brought over a stack of graded assignments he would apparently been working on while I sat there. I would just glanced at them and seen that would I would done really well on them before taking off, but now I want a closer look, and this was apparently where they were. I scroll through small pictures, some of which began to move. One has expanded to fill the whole screen. It shows a house on fire, people running out. It scrolls past a small stage on which two double basses stand, one the traditional sort, another more metallic - electric by the look of it, but still a roughly double bass size and shape. It sits in a sort of flower-shaped metal pad. It catches my attention, and I am struck by the level of detail. I am now - not sure in what order - both present in the dream and lucid. I am in a park-like area, a clearing with groves of trees and some woods not far off. Another stage is nearby, this one a roofed circular platform on which sits another of those big electric basses. I consider giving it a try - that could be fun. But it occurs to me that I have never produced frightening scenarios in lucid dreams before, and I should try it at least once. Surrounded by demons is the first thing that occurs to me for some reason. That will do. I will them into being. As I focus on the intention, everything around me grows dark, swirling and immaterial. I am floating, moving vaguely backwards. But nothing else seems to be happening. Oh, well. Maybe I will give that bass a try after all. I let go of the intention. The original scene immediately returns, and I walk back towards the area I started out in. But not far from it, by a ridge in front of a forested area, I spot a strange figure. Its head looks like a skull, bovine in shape, with horns that curl around to the front and knot around each other, and it is wearing a black and white herringbone tweed blazer with a thin purple scarf and a long grey-black skirt. It looks like I managed something, at least, although I cannot say it is especially scary. As I approach, it waves its hand, causing a small sphere of darkness to shoot towards me. This startles me a bit, but it does not seem to have any effect. I keep walking towards it, ignoring its attacks. As I pass the pavilion, I notice the instrument sitting there looks different now. There are also now a number of cats up under the roof, lying in big cat piles that seem to extend upward into tunnels. They seem to just be waking up. The grey and orange tabbies stay where they are, but a few black cats stretch and jump down onto the stage. As I turn back towards the figure, I see that it is now a cat as well - a small black one. I pick it up. It does not look happy with being held, but it makes no attempt to escape. At that point, I wake up. 9.1.20