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06-07-2013 -- [Dreams within dreams, connections to other dreams, lucid, false awakenings, all kinds of stuff in this one.] Stopping by Rosemary's to check for mail or something, but she says I look sick, orders me to bed (in a different room than the one that used to be mine), and tells me to see a doctor in the morning. I accept the bed, but I figure I'm not going to go see a doctor, because I might have a slight fever, but I feel more or less fine. The room I am in is messy enough to be mine, and there is a crushed orange juice carton on the floor that has been squished, and I am amazed that it doesn't stink, since old orange juice smells horrible.

I must have gotten into bed and fallen asleep, because I suddenly find myself dreaming. I know I am dreaming, and even recognize the dream, one I had a few months ago, here. Oddly, though, I keep claiming that it was somebody else's dream, and as I am wandering through this dream that I can remember from before, I keep talking about how detailed it is, and how large the area it covers is, and how amazed I am that this other person could have such a detailed dream, and wishing I could dream so well! [Lol].

Anyway, I find myself in an area that is kind of shaped like a backward E, with the long bar connecting the lines running down the right side, instead of the left. I am in a hallway that forms the bottom branch of the E, on the west side, heading to the east, and the hall seems impossibly long, like a mile or so, and I am talking to myself out loud about what a cool dream this is, and how great the original dreamer must be, and it is the same area from the linked dream above where I was chasing the imps. But in this dream there are no imps, just the hallway. Looking to the south I am looking out many windows into the outside world. Looking to the north, I am looking through big panes of glass to a very large swimming pool.

As I walk along, the hallway is getting shorter and shorter, and now the entire hallway is probably only about a quarter of a mile long, and I am about halfway down it. Though it is still the outside on one side and a pool on the other, there is the hint and feel of hospital quarters or laboratories, again, just like noted in the linked dream, that ties this into even more past dreams, if only lightly. As I am looking around, I find there is a slightly seedy guy walking next to me, and I am shocked to look down and find he has got his dick in his hand, and is unobtrusively trying to rub the thing against me. Ick!

I kind of hurry away from him, heading to the east and the north/south branch of the reverse E, except the actual area is starting to feel more like the corner with the bakery in the Van Thief dream linked here. The Dick guy is still following me, and I try to escape by making my way into a store that is located right about where the middle branch of the reverse E would be, except as I move further into the store, it actually turns into the middle E branch. To the north are a row of stores, and to the south are windows looking on the other side of the big pool that I could see from the other path. So my mind seems to be keeping the layout pretty steady.

Dick Guy is still right on me, but now the hand holding his willie is covered in white, sticky gunk, and he is really creeping me out, so I start an odd combination of praying against him and using a sort of mind power/spell to try and force him to forget ever even seeing me, and I start running off to the east again, wanting to get away before there is any chance the guy might see me again or remember me. As I am approaching the north/south branch again, there is a small ladder to climb to get out of the area (about like the ladder out of a pool) but rather than waste time, I just fly up the four or five feet to the main path, to escape the icky creep!

At this point the dream is switching again, to be like the Disneyland Paris dream I had here, in the area I met Dave D./Chris V. in that dream. (All three of these dreams took place in about a two week period, roughly 6 months ago.) It is seeming more and more like a shopping mall, though with hints of theme park areas about it. A little north and west of me is what seems to be a 3 or 4 floor version of the America Sings show building from Disneyland, except each floor is recessed a little further, and it isn't circular. Instead it kind of undulates kind of like a stretched out, really tall S. The funny thing is, it still seems to be rotating, even though it isn't circular. Instead it is almost like all the walls are kind of like the luggage conveyors at the airport, circling around the stationery, oddly-shaped building. Weird.

As I walk further north, I seem to be making my way through crowds waiting for a parade, and soon find myself catching up to the parade, itself. There are hundreds of characters, and most of them seem to be dwarves. Seven of them are dressed in colorful costumes, and seem to be the named dwarves we are all familiar with [Dopey, Doc, etc.], the rest seem to be just generic dwarves of the same people, but to set them apart, their clothes and faces and all are just plain white. It looks rather weird. They are singing some sort of silly song, and I find myself singing along while floating a couple of feet over a tall planter. Several of the dwarves are climbing on the planter, and some ignore me, seeing I am causing no trouble, while others seem to be bothered by my floating there.

I am now approaching the top of the backwards E, though it is now beginning to more resemble a T, with paths leading east and west. It is here in the Disneyland Paris dream that I headed East from what was a shopping mall sort of area into what actually became DLP. As I am wandering around, I glance over and spot a very short person with graying curly hair, and suddenly recognize Sharon K. I glance around and standing next to her is Joe H. [Actually I suppose she is Sharon H., these days, but I still remember her as Sharon K.] I make my way to talk to them, but they are vaguely unfriendly, and they indicate they are going to the TTC (Ticket and Transportation Center) to take a Monorail over to the Magic Kingdom, and this has turned into Walt Disney World. They have no wish for my company.

I'm a little miffed, and decide, fine! I'll just fly into the air, fly over to the TTC, and beat them there! Remember, through this whole thing, I know I am dreaming. (I just think it is somebody else's dream, oddly enough.) I fly easily, and follow the monorail tracks right into the TTC, just moving to the side a bit to avoid some guy who has borrowed Wonder Woman's invisible plane, and is landing in the same area. I am trying to figure out which trains are going to the Magic Kingdom directly, which are stopping at the hotels, and which are actually heading to EPCOT, but it is complicated. I have just figured it out and am about to land by the train going direct to the Magic Kingdom when it pulls out, so I decide why bother, and just fly along the track, following it into the park.

As I fly along the monorail beam, I am thinking about what I want to do, today. I think about stopping by Casey's Corner to listen to the piano player, or heading into the back portion of Frontierland to ride Big Thunder or the log ride (in a layout more like my dreams of Magic Mountain than the real layout of Disneyworld), but oddly, as soon as I think of these areas, I suddenly find myself hovering above them. I am just about to land and ride some rides when I 'wake up' back into the earlier dream ... or into real life.

For a few seconds I seem to find myself in both the 'wrong' bedroom at Rosemary's house, and in the room I am currently in at the roach motel I am staying at in real life. I think I halfway woke, really, then drifted back into the dream that I never fully left. Anyway, I find myself waking in Rosemary's. The room I am staying in does not have a door, but a sheet pulled across the door opening, and kind of velcro'd to the wall. Somebody has disturbed it, and it has pulled open, and I am hoping to block it off before Rosemary sees me and starts badgering me. TOO LATE! She's standing right there, and tells me to hurry off to the doctors.

I tell her there is nothing wrong with me, I am feeling fine, and she says "Yeah, right! With your face covered in blood and your nose all purple!" What?!? I turn around to find a mirror (avoiding the overturned dog dish and kibble on the floor), and find myself standing outside somewhere in front of a large wall of reflective glass, staring at myself. My nose is swollen to about twice it's normal size and colored a bright purple, and there is a huge (perhaps 1 cm around) zit on the end of my nose, while my face is, indeed, covered in blood. I am about to reach up and try and pop the zit when a baseball coach who is standing there warns me that I might not want to do that, as I might cause a nasty infection. But I barely touch it and the thing pops easy as pie. I take a wash cloth and wipe off the blood and puss and try to gently clean the stuff out, and everything still seems fine, so I still don't plan on visiting a doctor.