East of East St. Louis

There's a girl stuck in a glass box, unable to get out. However, she can cast astral projections of herself - and has sent one of them to find me. She asks me for help, and I gladly volunteer. I gather my Mom and a couple of my other friends and for some reason we can't fit in one car. So we take two, ready to free the girl and kick ass.

We find the place where the girl is being held. I go up to the glass and see the girl is terrified. "Don't break it!" my Mother tells me, keeping an eye out for bad guys. We don't see any, and I carefully go to the glass and place my hands on it. The glass melts away, and the girl gets out. She had a bad fear of glass - she'd fallen through a window once and had been badly scarred on her arms from it, and now she didn't like glass.

"Hurry up!" My Mom told me, and quickly we rushed to the car again. Our other friends had heard about some kind of supernatural fight thing going on, and so they had gone to help out while we helped the girl stuck in the glass.

We were on our way to the fight and my Mom said "Oh shit, we're almost out of gas. We're swerving off." We ended up doing this. The gas pumps were shaped oddly, and I got out to pump the gas. It took a short time and my Mom was yelling at me to get back in the car or she would leave without me. I had to lurch as quickly as I could over to the car and for a few minutes I was dragged along until I managed to get back into the car.

We were driving along a road at the bottom of a cliff of sorts, and above us were pretty houses that just felt wrong. Like they weren't normal. I mentioned this to my Mom.

"We'll have to check them out later," she said.

"I agree with her," the girl we rescued, who was in the backseat, said. "They don't seem right."

We finally got to where we were supposed to be. A huge fight was going on. There was a couple of dragons, too, and one person, being sneaky, slunk up behind the dragon and killed it. I was amazed at this.

dream lucid not part of dream, but talking about it

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I am looking through something and I find two small pocketknives. One is a blue color that changes to green in the right light, one is green that changes to blue in the right light. I hear someone behind me and I turn to look.

There's a man in the door and he looks like some kind of law-keeper. He looks like a cross between a sherrif and something out of the Robin-hood era stories. He says something about rats getting into the stores, me being the rat.

He pulls something out, a gun or a bow and arrow, I can't remember which, and aims it at me with intent to fire without even giving me an order to stand down or anything. I pull out the knife and think about attacking but it's handled for me.

A kid that can't be older than fourteen tackles the lawman. I toss one of the knives to the kid and take mine, lunging for the downed man. I press the knife to his neck, drawing lines of vivid red blood, but I can't find it in me to kill him. The kid and I get out as fast as we can.

There are stone walkways all around us, and below us as well. The boy gives some kind of call, and before I know it the walkways had dozens of people on them, the majority of which were men.

I see a person from Criminal Minds - Garcia. I tell her what's happening - some kind of arena type fight will be going on, and I'm one of the fighters. Our little merry band of misfits has been trying to put a stop to it, but for some reason I must compete.

Next I know I'm in the arena, fighting another person from Criminal Minds - a young Hotchner. For some reason my mind seems to realize that this isn't quite right, and he keeps switching between a young Rossi and a young Hotchner. (Like, fourteen or so.)

Rotchner's swinging an ax and I try to keep my distance, since I know that that's really the best idea. Not much defense against an ax. Eventually it becomes stuck in the ground and I attack, kicking him in the chest and sending him flying backwards.

The dream got very confusing after that. I was in a house that looked filthy and had these other mean looking children in it, and the knives came back into the dream, where the boy and I were trying to figure out whose knife belonged to who.

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not really coherent dream, although it was very vivid. I don't think I did a good job describing it, because my mental state isn't all that good right now and I had some unfortunate things happen yesterday/early morning. I don't know the people on this site yet all that well so I don't know how much people would want to hear.