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would get into. My mom was already doing yoga; I bet some sort of relaxation class was the next step.
    â€œMy mom also said that learning by example is the best way to get the hang of it.” Tiff continued typing. “She said you can come over later if you want to learn the basics.”
    â€œUm, that’s alright , ” I typed, hoping I didn’t sound too rude. I lik ed Tiff’s mom, but I don’t think I’d want to practice meditating with anyone. I’d look like such an idiot. “I’ll just read these over and try it tonight.”
    â€œ Well, that’s good , but it might help if you look up some videos of people meditating ,” Tiff added. “I gotta go right now, but keep me updated if you dream of the ship again!” She signed off .
    I got out of my chair and stretched. I’d look at the meditation stuff later. For now, I had some jam donuts with my name on them. The ship could wait. In fact, I was already secretly hoping I wasn’t going to enter that thing again at all.
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    Day 4
    Night
    Don’t you hate that the best days always go by the quickest? A Monday at school feels like it lasts for a month. On the flip side, the Christmas holidays go by in seconds. Now that I was dreading going to sleep it seemed time had decided to go by five times as fast. Before I knew it, I was coming out of the shower and turning in early to prepare myself for another week as a C.I.T. I also had to prepare myself for the chance of boarding the ship. I might come face-to-face with that creepy woman again.
    I tried meditating for about three seconds. The main focus of Tiff’s instructions was to monitor my breathing and inhale/exhale for longer periods of time. I don’t know if you’ve tried meditating, but monitoring your breathing is a lot harder if you’re paying attention to it. I bet you’re timing your breaths right now. Five seconds ago, your body had it under control and you were breathing freely. Now, you’re holding your breath unnecessarily and rapidly exhaling after. It’s annoying isn’t it? I really couldn’t see how this was going to help me be in control of my dreams again. I figured I should ask Tiff if she had any tips about how to do it. She was always online at night. As soon as I logged in, someone IM ' d me. To my surprise it wasn’t Tiff.
    It was Mitch.
    â€œYou’re finally on!” Mitch typed to me. “I’ve kept my laptop on all day so I could catch you. Tiff told me you didn’t dream last night, either.”
    â€œNo . ” I didn’t know what else to say. I wasn’t directly talking to Mitch, but it still made me feel bad about messing up on the bus. I wondered if Mitch was thinking about that, too .
    â€œWeird, I bet that woman has something to do with that . ” Mitch was typing again. “Did Tiff tell you about meditating to get back into the ship?”
    â€œYeah, I was trying it earlier.” I wanted him to make sure I was still trying to help out, though not very well. “How are you doing with it?”
    â€œI tried it too, but my housemates were making fun of me,” Mitch admitted. “I kinda feel stupid doing it, you know?”
    â€œYeah, it’s weird.” I was glad I wasn’t the only one having problems. “Tiff said to look up videos of people meditating. She said it might help us get an idea of what we’re supposed to do.”
    â€œHopefully,” Mitch replied. “But, I kind of don’t want to go back… I mean I feel bad for all those people on the ship, but it was nice to just sleep for once. I’ve been tired after the dreams, like I wasn’t really sleeping.”
    â€œYeah, me too.” I was surprised Mitch admitted all of this to me. Maybe he felt bad for bossing me around last time .
    â€œBut if we do end up on the ship, we should have a plan.” Mitch typed a little more quickly.