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Soldier in a pool and bus at a farm
A soldier-looking guy is in an indoor swimming pool, dressed in swim shorts, fending off a bunch of people attacking him. He's near one end of the pool, keeping his back to it. He's able to keep three at bay for a while, but eventually he gets overwhelmed. I'm standing by the pool about 10 feet away.

Now I'm walking down the hallway leading away from the pool. I've mostly dripped dry, but I'm still a bit wet, and I realize that I forgot my towel. I hope I don't get my clothes too wet. As I think this, I look to my left and see a towel rack exactly like the one in my bathroom, and I realize it has my brown towel on it. I realize that there's no way it's actually my towel - it has to belong to someone else (after all, I forgot my towel) and they just have the same towel that I do. Now I'm at the end of another hallway. A bench is to my right, and I'm looking through my bag. I see something that I think may be mine, but someone nearby claims it.

Now I'm on the second floor of an open-air double-decker bus. I'm sitting on the right-hand side, about half way back, looking over the green landscape. I have a moment of doubt that I may have forgotten to get changed before I left the pool, but I don't actually look at myself to check.

Now we're running parallel to another road. I see what looks like a very oddly-built bus: it's supported on 3 "legs," each of which is tipped with a wheel. The legs are all on the front half of the bus, but it's going rapidly in reverse. I can't imagine how it doesn't fall over - there's no way it can be balanced, especially not when it's going the wrong direction. I mention how strange it is to someone near me.

Now we're headed up a driveway. The pavement is very narrow - possibly too narrow for our bus - and it slopes slightly up. The ground on the left slopes up with it, but the ground on the right slopes down, away from it. The bus is staying to the left, possibly even a little off the driveway, and I think the driver's made the right choice. At the top of the driveway is a closed gate. It's not very sturdy, but it has razor wire across the top. We're not slowing down as we approach the gate, and I get concerned. The razor wire is at about the same height I am, and I don't want to get thrown into it. I start to call a warning to the driver, but it's too late. We plow straight through the gate and come to a stop just inside.

A farmer - with a dog running at his side - comes running to see what the commotion is. When he sees an animal (maybe a mule?) wander in from outside the gate, he starts to run faster. It tries to escape further inside but the farmer manages to catch it.


Having a guest over
I'm on my bed in "my bedroom". As I look around, I see that the walls are in terrible shape. At best, they're bare drywall, but most of the wall is damaged. Some of it looks like it's melted, and other patches are completely gone and expose a strange honeycomb pattern behind. Even the good looking walls still seem slightly odd, and I realize they're sticky - they're probably melting too, just more slowly than the rest of the room.

Now I'm in a living/dining area. We've got guests, so two tables are out. I'm with my family at the smaller table near the kitchen; our extended family, plus another guest, are at a larger table which has one end near my table and which extends out into the living room. The guest is right in the middle of the table, and there's something visually distinctive about him.

Now I'm in the kitchen pouring myself more wine. I pour what I think is a good sized glass of white wine, but when I look at it again I realize there's not even half a cup, so I pour more. I suddenly realize that white wine is supposed to be served chilled, and I have no idea if this bottle was chilled or not. Oh well, it'll taste good either way.

Now I'm sitting at my computer. I reflect that I've recently ordered new glasses and I can't wait until they arrive. Now I'm working with Notes, sorting my inbox. Our guest is watching over my shoulder and asks about a couple of columns at the far left. I explain that the leftmost column is Followup and that I don't know what the column next to it is. He asks why both columns have many flags set if I don't use them, and I explain that Notes has rules that automatically flag certain emails, but I just ignore the flags. I'm curious now, so I poke around for a minute to try to identify the second column, but I can't figure it out. Part of the problem is that Notes has started misbehaving - large areas of the screen have gone white and won't redraw themselves. I decide to kill and restart it. The guy says he normally starts it in <something>. I'm not familiar with that and ask for more details.

I woke up and wrote down my dream earlier. Since it was my day off and I was sleepy, I went to bed again. I had a few fragments, but most of them were too vague to write down.

I recall being antagonized by a loudmouthed man in a wifebeater as I sat in a blue metal chair and blue metal table at a food cart on the street (these are common in Thailand), at night, with a few other people around sitting on the chairs and eating. (I think it was a food cart? I recall working on a painting and I recall people eating food.)

I recall having a false awakening where I didn't bother getting up, which was why I didn't perform my reality checks. I was in a bed, which presumably was big, and back in my mom's city apartment, cuddling with her. I dozed off within the dream.

I recall something about being controlled by a disembodied voice that tells me what to do. I discover the source of the voice to be a radio on a table in the middle of a desert.

Then my dream transitioned to me being in a... bathroom? with people from my elementary school, except we're all our current age now. We talk about sex and fellatio and he talked about attractive people and I was mad that I wasn't mentioned. There were stickers on the floor, with a name and serial number. One of them had "Femboy" written on it as the name. They thought I was underage but I told them I'm over 18.

My dream transitioned to me controlling a space ship with my keyboard, with the SHIFT key moving the ship up and the CLTR key lowering the ship. The sky was dusty, the pale yellow-brown color of a misty sunrise. There was a sea of fog, and we landed on a crumbly, black patch of land that was the mouth of an active volcano. A family lived on it and they approached us.

Recalled two interesting dreams, one shorter and second longer, but I forgot them over the course of the day.

Another Lucid Dream!

What a feeling. I actually forgot until I started typing this. I was with Chris and a few other friends, and we moved into an apartment in a new city. The city was super advanced and reminded me of New Mambasa from the Halo Series. Next door to us was a groupd of murderous bikers. At first I gave them free moonshine and got them on our side, but when I realized it was a dream I fully stopped time. I looked around my friends and yelled

"holy shit guys we are in a dream. Look around you, this is a real lucid dream. This is it, I broke us through"

I was definitely lucid, but I don't recall trying to grab control. As with my last few lucid experiences, I mainly sat in awe of the realism before returning to the dream state.

I killed those bikers, and then went on to join a movie crew. The film was an incredibly indie love story and Brad Pitt was in it with us. At some point a horde of girls saw us shooting but I didn't go up to them, instead I went kind of near them and never saw them again. Brad's performance was nothing short of incredible, and when we finished shooting he just seemed to humble about the whole thing. Suddenly, when he was talking to the lead actress (who was a complete newbie), He slowly released a tendril from his mouth, that looked like a long strip of bacon, made of sand. It entered her mouth and completely brain washed her, taking her over to the other side.

I ended the dream at this point, to avoid brainwashing of my own.

I realized the carpet was different at my dad's house. I then realized that he has not lived there for 20 years. I became lucid and explored the place. I found a closet with all of my old stuff in it. I was impressed because many of the objects were how they should be and few were made up objects. When I crossed one room a woman was in the bed and I hurried across the room as to not disturb her.

I had another night of repeat dreams that were just me at work doing my job. I often make these dreams stop, but this time when I would realize it was a dream I started playing around throwing the cards like they were Ninja stars. I did not pay much attention to the dreams, but because I was lucid I was not burdened with worrying about making mistakes or if I could not understand things.

I dreamt:

Being in a saloon or somewhere closed but wide and with a tall ceiling. There were ropes hanging in the ceiling and me and my sister grabbed them and made something like mickey's ears.

Then i was in my grandfather's house. There was a family meeting. A Zen monk came and asked me what i had in the head, i told him just a lunar... he told me no, in the back of the head, i told him "ahh, i must have hitted something" maybe there were some scars, and i was ashamed for my first reply because i didn't understand properly what he asked.

Then my family was having lunch near the asador, so i went there. There was a table with space near the entrance where just sofi was there. I sat there modest. Dario gave me a dish with potato chips. And asked what did i eat. I thought it is not so difficult to figure out... if he knows im vegetarian then he must deduce i don't eat meat... But still i was asked because everyone was uncertain about this. I get up. There were a couple of dogs barking. One black of medium/big size barked near me, and when i got up it bit me in my leg. My first reaction was fear, because i expected a bite, but ... i thought it's just a bite, im not going to die for this, and since it's just a bite i won't hurt the dog. So i kept walking, like equanimous about the bite.

I went to the kitchen where in the dream it actually was a bedroom. In the bedroom there was a dead dog with no skin, just flesh, running around barking about prophecies (like Christian prophecies). I get up to the bed because he might want to bite whoever disagrees, and i wait for him to finish the round, so when he comes close i observe him. (The bed reminded me of the old house of my grandparent, like of 15 years ago). Meanwhile i see a river next to me and across the river i saw Arahants (fully enlightened beings) walking. I was like . I saw two monks, fully enlightened, that i think they were Ven. Ananda and Ven. Sariputta. who were leading , and right behind them there came the Buddha and behind him the whole Sangha, which were a lot of monks. I didn't get to see the monks because as soon as i saw the first Arahants and the Buddha i got back to position and tried to figure out what was the next thing to do. I was stunned. I decided that i would wait for the dog to come, let him bark, decide that his prophecies are non-sense and discard them for good, and then swim across the river or cross it and meet the noble Sangha and the Buddha. However the monks advanced, and they advanced slowly but never stopping, it seemed like they were aware of all their actions, and they had an incredible energy and will, and as soon as i saw this i thought that although i don't recognize the other qualities they have, they may have in the same ammount of strength or degree the other factors of enlightenement, which for me was something i couldn't have imagined how it was. Just having that energy was something great, i couldn't imagine how they could have at least 6 more factors with that vigour. But they had them, and for that indeed i would honour them as noble. [When i woke up i thought that it was because they worked tirelessly life after life after life, so now although they had qualities like for someone who would live at least a million years, it was manifested in a body that lasts 80 years and that's what they are leaving behind, they don't need that anymore because they reached nibbana]. Well i waited the dog and the dog didn't come, however i saw the 2 Arahant leaders entering the room, and i was in bed. Like a sick person that lies in bed and cannot get up to greet the visits. I couldn't get up not because i was sick but because i was stunned. An Arahant knew this and levitated me outside the bed to a side. I thanked him and bowed down like in Zazen would do. Now i found a proper occasion to do this reverence. The Buddha was entering the room to sit in the bed and i was still bowing down. The Arahants were standing. I still thought that was not a place for me to be... since i didn't know what they were going to do, if give a dhamma talk or rest, or discuss other things i felt akward surrounded by Arahants and being the only non enlightened being in the room, but i knew i wanted to ordain since i saw them across the river. Before the Buddha sat down in the bed i woke up.

In the dream, the same dream, i saw normal people as normal people, and i saw the Zen monk like more energetic because of his work of zazen, but still was normal. However the arahants were exceedingly energetic, it's like one could see that they were enlightened. Of course i never saw people with that energy in real life but i wondered and imagined how they could be ever since i found out about Buddhism. I would like to meet a Buddha in a future life, and i would like to renounce the wordly life and become a monk under a Buddha.

Sidenotes:

- Good dream.

Now that i think of it, a day later, these beings took their holy life seriously, and that's why they had such power. The holy life was their livelihood, so indeed that they would be experts in what they did. Just like a good university math teacher can be very good explaining, demonstrating and resolving, in the similar way with these beings.

Also about the postrating part. I was taught when i went to Zazen not only how to sit and meditate, but also how to do walking meditation and mindful postration, and also like a salute when you enter the Dojo, when you are about to sit, when you finish meditation and when you get out. Well, these later things i was explained that it was all done focused, but i didn't find any meaning. I always thought that only when the time would be apropiate those activities that i learnt would be useful, but not so much for doing it to a statue (unless you do it for the purpose of diminishing your ego...). The apropiate occasion would be when i saw an enlightened being, a Buddha or the Buddha Sangha. This remained in my mind and now that i saw the proper occasion in this dream i said now it's a good occasion, yes! and i did it I would not only do that but follow the Buddha, the Arahant or the Sangha to either help them, donate something, receive a teaching or ordain.

Managed to get a short DILD and WILD. There were various other dreams, at least two before the first awakening and a few others between the LDs, but I've only fragments or forgotten much of these now

Scrap Group 1
An attractive older woman is hit on by a young guy, the latter flirting and teasing her on her age. The woman plays along.

Watching some Mortal Kombat story mode clip on TV. Kung Jin allies himself with an odd figure, a skinless, limp humanoid whom moved around solely by two spears impaled on his torso. Despite his macabre appearances, said creature was actually quite noble and heroic. They fight off some Tarkatans on a large junk. My brother, Dirk, arrives and watches with interest.

Dream 1 - Giant Parrot Harpy

The visuals were blurred. I was playing a top down 16-bit game set in a high tech metal base.

Reach a room with two Bloodtear Alchemists from Duelyst. Annoyingly, they zoned expertly to hurl fireballs at me, though I managed to take them down unscathed. On crossing a metal door, I cleared the stage, cued to the sound of a like jingle from the first Mega Man.

Unknown cut. I gain first person perspective. Just ending a boss fight with a gigantic parrot, its feathers bright green and pink. It was all but KO'd. I stood triumphantly on its head. Only needed to force feed it a huge grey jewel to win. The absurdity of my punching a crate-sized gem down a giant bird's throat made me realize the dream. Oh well, I went through with it anyway.

With that done, the creature began transforming. I hoped it would change into a pretty lady. In the end, it turned into a harpy of equally vast size, along with like colored wild hair and feathers. But her face was pleasant enough. Anyway, I climbed between her wooly hair, and ordered we depart.

The dream collapsed and ended as she took flight.

Obstinately waited for another dream. Between catching myself drifting on and off from sleep, I managed a WILD within about twenty minutes.

Dream 2 - Hair Legs

A whirling sensation marked the start of a WILD. I concentrated on my breaths for a few minutes before starting.

Noticed I had trouble moving, and couldn't open my eyes, though I could at least roll around with some effort. I tried plummeting off my bed, but floated back against my will. Repeat half a dozen more times. I do a breath test, which seems to not work, but finding that I didn't wake up reassured me enough, and even granted me full mobility.

Still couldn't open my eyes. I remembered a suggestion of just looking through the lids, and, with surprising ease, managed to do as much. Things were still kinda blurry, though bright sunlight provided great lighting. After a few paces, I shrunk myself for the fun of it, reducing myself to just about 1ft in height. I wanted to see myself in the mirror, but was too small to see that above the dresser.

Just remembered the "walk with your head" task. Wait, so am I supposed to walk "using" my head, or walk around while carrying my (presumably detached) head? I settled on the former and hoped for the best. So, I started by attempting a handstand. Couldn't manage it, so I just layed on my back. Tried sliding around with my head, though it just felt as if I were floating backwards. With some concentration, I eventually noticed my hair actually formed into a pair of legs. Heh, what? Moved around back and forth on these flimsy new limbs for a minute or so before the dream collapsed.

I remember having been in movie theaters before in dreams. This time it was a theater similar to one I'd been in in a dream, not in real life.

I was in the theater, no movie was on, no one's in the theater. It's dark, it's big, it has three sections of seats. I walk up to where the screen is and go behind it. It's like a walk in freezer/refrigerator where they keep all the concession things. I look around and find (of all things) milk. There's tons of gallons of milk and little single serving milks. There's also like candy and popcorn and things, but no one is back there.

So, not a full blown dream, but I'm glad that I'm remembering more and I have to get better about putting things in the journal in the morning.

I've had a few dreams lately that featured someone I haven't seen in ~10 years. The odd part is that it started very recently within the last month, and each time I wake up, I'm left wondering where are they now.

So ~10 years ago I went to a daycare center as I was ~12 years old. For a while, there was a kid there named Isaiah, who was ~2-3 years old, who would sit on my lap in the mornings and watch TV. It became almost ritualistic. I got there before him, the TV was usually playing a movie, I sat down and waited for him. When he got there, he smiled at me and ran to my lap. Sometimes we tickled each other, we were kids, only I was ~10 years older than him.

Out of the blue one day I remembered him. I didn't wonder where he was, but I did wonder why we stopped hanging out together at daycare. Were we forced to sit apart? Did I do something wrong and I don't remember? Did he avoid me, or did I avoid him? Just a handful of questions. I shrugged them off. He probably doesn't remember me anyways.

I can't remember the other dreams off the top of my head, but I do remember he was in them, because I woke up wondering where he was and what he looked like now.

So the dream went like this:

I was on a school bus to my elementary school. We took a different way into the school to get off the bus, a back road, rather than the standard dropoff point. I first saw him by himself off the bus, and he saw me. I got off the bus and he comes to me and sits on my lap (and I'm in my early 20s, he would be ~12-13). I got a better look at him, or her. It was hard to figure it out. He had like a turquoise bob-style haircut, but it wasn't masculine or feminine, it was genderless. He also had a mix of masculine and feminine features, and assume he was genderless (but for readability, I'm going to refer to him as a he). He took me inside the gym and kinda led the way. He was running into friends in there, but all his friends were girls, and it was at this time that he acted more feminine than masculine, not homosexually feminine, more like he was a teenage girl. He didn't say much to me the rest of the dream. In fact he pretty much ignored me. He spent the time with the friends his age, and when I did try play with him, he told me to stop, and at that point I walked out of the gym.

The rest of the dream didn't involve him and didn't take place at the school, but I still woke up wondering what his life is like now, and what he looks like. Tried Facebook a few days ago, no luck, also, it would be pretty weird for a 20 something guy to be looking for a 12 year old boy whom he met ~10 years ago.

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2016-10-06

+ PTL garden & plants
+ playing and stringing guitar, trying to play "Hero" by Family of the Year. I can hear the intro in my head and I start to place my fingers but the strings have all come off.
+ job, office, CC, sit on tree trunk, McDonald's
+ bag stolen, chase thief, get bag back, are my wallet and passport there?
+ changing channels/scenes on some adult video which I'm watching with my parents, I feel very uncomfortable watching it with them, I can't find a non-NSFW scene, one scene is just the faces of a man and a woman facing the camera, sort of gnome-like faces with large, cartoon-shaped oblong noses, it just lasts a second.

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2016-10-07

+ [forgotten]

+ star trek / star wars / lightsaber battle, the beams are thick and wide (cylindrical), and bendable (with magnets?), holster many on left hip, then holster an open super sharp jackknife, it cuts the top of my left leg at the hip, both an entrance and exit slice wound. Starts bleeding profusely. I sit down in calf-deep water and apply direct pressure to stop the bleeding, then I'm telling a friend of the important of direct pressure in first aid to stop bad bleeding.

+ some guests are smoking: lowbrow redneck types. I find stubbed out cigarette and cigar butts on the sides of the furniture. I pick up a cigar stub and take a sniff to smell it.

+ flying from CH neighborhood: parade balloon figures lit by spot lights. I feel like I may be able to fly if I believe I can and I just try to take off. I take a running start and jump up superman style, and surprise, I can fly! I notice the lights below me changing in perspective as I move. I fly towards a giant female balloon dressed in super tight leggings with a very visible camel toe

+ at a downtown intersection, with a gun (revolver) in my left hand, leaning out the window (?), pointing the gun at some guy's head, cocking back the hammer, but not shooting, I release the hammer back. Police woman comes up, there is a girl in the crosswalk who falls down and her top falls down revealing her left breast, she falls backwards and hits the ground on her back and her whole boob pops out and it really bounces around. A police officer is sitting on her chest? The female officer is questioning me and I continually say I released the hammer and did not shoot that guy.

+ scene from PTL, there's a fire drill, a patio door [FALSE] on the front walk to the front door (side of living room) is open and many people are helping and moving through the house. My kids helped with using a water hose on a the (fake?) fire?

Many scenes in childhood home and neighborhood:

+ street gate and Latvian Asian (L's) neighbors on the driveway)
On the crossroads of S & F outside CH, on the park side of F, I close a portable gate (about 1.5m tall) made from wire across the entire street, closing it. I think this is good (for some reason). and that cars coming this way will stop and turn back and go another way. I walk back to my house. Then I think at night, people may wack into this fence, so maybe it's not a great idea. I also visualize the L's neighbors trying to get into and out of their steep driveway and that this fence would be in their way and they'll complain. Then The L's (both husband and wife) and standing in front of me, I'm a few steps down our steep driveway facing the street, and the husband is talking and I don't understand him. It's some foreign language. I say "I'm sorry, I don't understand Asian languages, are you speaking Mandarin? Or Japanese?" He answers, "It's Latvian, I'm from Latvia." I say "oh shame on me for not recognizing a slavic langauge." Something about his wife working for a Latvian law firm?

+ in sister's room, my wife/girlfriend [FALSE] has invited many strangers in odd clothing (costumes?) into our home. I think they could steal stuff. I tell her (girlfriend/wife), she's standing right in front of me and I'm looking down at her face, sternly, that "you brought these people here, you need to take care of them." But then I'm sitting on a bed there in the room and there are girls and guys sitting on other beds around the room, and I call them by their name and assign them to sleep in particular beds. One guy to my right I don't remember his ame, "What's your name?", I think I will sleep here on the bed I'm sitting on. Then I visualize my bedroom next door, with the 2-3 [2 IWL] twin beds, and think my childhood friend will take one bed and I should take the other so we could talk about the old days far into the night.

+ in the living room with young grandpa and grandma: I see him as I come down the stairs and turn to the hall towards the back porch. I notice he looks very young, he has no gray hair

+ out the door of the back porch on the deck by the stairs to the back yard: my small electronic organ is there and I'm preparing to play the opening to "Arthur's Theme" by Christopher Cross. I can't get the opening right. I can't remember the exact notes I need to play. I know the sound and rhythm, but I can't get more than a few notes into it before I need to go and get the music for it. As I leave the keyboard another guy comes up and starts playing it perfectly right away and I feel humiliated. Then he starts banging on a key which he says is sticking, over and over. I"m looking through a music book but can't find the piece there. I return t the deck and the organ has been put aside and people are saying how someone shot (ping pong or gols balls?) into the Halloween cauldron that is over the fence in the neighbor's yard.

My son is sitting with his (slight older) girlfriend in chairs there on the deck, and she is feeding with small treats and encouraging him to eat.

1) Watching someone wearing some amazing new shoe (it was like watching an advert) slide down some mud, the shoe was being used like a ski, the camera panned in close to the shoe to show how amazing it was. Then the man ran towards his motorbike and set off on it. He was going very fast and I watched as he rode off.

2) At a new educational centre - it was being built. I was carrying a long strip light inside the building, I walked through a doorway that had the long strips of plastic hanging down being careful with the striplight. Everything was being built very fast and I could see several alrge rooms, one was all about cookery, the next one was IT. Then I was in the building with my children and it had been completed - my daughter was in the IT area playing with computers.
Next I was sat in a chair controlling a video camera that was on a long boom, I was watching pictures of the IT area looking down on it. I zoomed in to find someone. Then I brought the camera back down and realised that I had not taken the lens cap off properly. I cleaned the lens with a tissue.

3) At a table with 2 men they were talking about martial arts and how they could train me.

A *lot* of dreams this night... I briefly woke after every one, but couldn't be bothered to write them down every time, so I only recall the last... somewhat.

One involved me, inside a very large, old and abandoned factory. I was faced by a dinosaur, much resembling a Tyrannosaur, but something told me (a hypnagogic thought) it was something else (an Allosaurus?). I stood nailed to the ground. For a second, I wondered if it was one of those dinosaurs that couldn't see you if you stood still (that's a Jurassic Park myth, by the way), but while I was thinking that, I was already fleeing. I managed to get some distance between me and the beast (several large rooms away, separated from each other by large garage doors). I frantically looked for a place to hide. Oh, and I was an 8-year old boy, and I had a little sister who was also there. Anyway, I hid in some kind of box. The box was very small, and I barely fit in there. I was 'folded up' double, and even then I barely fit. I felt like this would be too easy if it worked. I felt like the plot would require something going wrong. And as I thought this, the box fell over! While this happened, I heard the soundtrack of the dream... Anyway, the dinosaur came in, and it did not find me. That's all I remember of this dream.

In the next one, I was captured by Islamic terrorists. They wanted to remove my medical bracelet. They stabbed me in the arm with something (not a knife, something resembling a pen?), to try and rip it off...

This dream featured me breaking into some kind of facility, and killing guards who got in my way. I used a pistol on most of them, quickly dispatching them with headshots. Then I got to a long corridor, where I was attacking by a pretty tall and muscular guy. For some reason I could not use my pistol, so I pulled out a knife and fought him that way. I ended up stabbing him pretty brutally in the neck (and in his body, I stabbed him several times)... which wasn't easy because he had the size advantage. While this was happening, I had visions of events that were happening in the adjacent room. Best way to describe the experience is "having two dreams at the same time". One is the dream I just described, featuring myself as main character, in the other I was "the camera", viewing a scene in the room next door...

So, in this scene, I saw the large room accessed through the corridor in which I was fighting. It was an operating room, but a very large one, with a high ceiling. *REDACTED* was on the operating table, possibly naked. Doctors were taking samples from her nails, I think... At this point she was dead. They took her body to a morgue in the room next door (south of this room, my corridor was to the west). I felt terrible, knowing what they'd done to her, but this wouldn't stop me from getting to her and making things right. Sadly, I never got to bust into that operating room. The dream ended there.