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I woke up this morning remembering a dream, but went back to sleep. When I woke up, I only remembered my new dream:

Dream 1

I had been at a place, a hotel, and I went to the airport to pick up Shea, and Donna an the kids. We drove through a city to the hotel. The hotel was in a sort of cul-de-sac, with access to shops and things. There was a huge QUIT building across the road. I remarked to Shea that it would be a good place to stay.

We checked into the hotel at the desk, and used an electronic card to enter into a large auditorium.

There was a play. Or movie. Being filmed. I was there, I was meant to be in it. I walked up past some seats, and got in the way of the scene they were shooting. The director yelled at me.

I climbed up on a scaffold, following another guy. At the top was a plank to the seating, so we could get to the seating without getting in the way. I crossed at the wrong time and got in the way again, and thought to myself, "I'm the star of the movie, and they don't even realise that I'm the guy that keeps getting in the way."

We sat in the audience. I was next to Shea. The audience was all watching it now, like a play. A masked and hatted man climbed into the audience - he was the villain - and threw a blanket over me and kidnapped me, and dragged me out of the audience. It was all part of the show, though.

He dragged me backstage, there were some people standing around. One guy was showing me some things - recorded footage on a small screen I think - and it started to trail off there...

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I spent about a week before this taking note of my dreams, but not writing them down. It's amazing the huge difference that actually committing things to memory makes.