I'll start this journal with the dream I had last night: The setting was night, and I was in a strange town... it was something like Singapore in that third Pirates of the Caribbean movie. Just it was more American. I'm leaping and flying about, place to place, staying out of sight. Now, I want to know what I look like, because I want to know if it's another were dream or wing dream. When I forced my perspective into 3rd person, I found it was neither. I was looking at myself, I knew that, but I was enshrouded by a blood red cloak. I was a spitting image of the Crimson King from The Dark Tower series. I was perched on a tall tombstone which I lept from when someone who I knew was following me arrived. When I lept off, I saw the tombstone was red as well.