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In Which Liam Kisses a Man

There is an image reel on the wall. When I turn the knob beside it different portraits cycle into

view. They are kind of terribly drawn anime faces and all different kinds. They are familiar. People I knew as Saja. I become lucid for this but immediately the images start to catch and blur like I can no longer make the reel function correctly. So I pull back and watch as the DC I was inhabiting takes over. He is a hulk of a man, at least 6'7", broad and muscular. He looks to be made out of dark rock. He turns the reel and the top one that is even with his face becomes a mirror. Then the mirror becomes a window and there is a person on the other side. My heart does a sort of flopping thing, like a fish on dry land. The man on the other side of the glass is Liam. By the second his face becomes more defined and animated. Pale skin, bright like he is illuminated from within. Clear blue eyes, a long straight nose, wide smiling mouth and bright copper hair.

"AH! Now I can think again." He says. The window becomes a door and then disappears.

As tall as he is, the DC is still four inches taller. Liam is obviously amused, standing in front of the hulking man with his hands on his hips in an achingly familiar posture. Lean, fit Liam is out-bulked by the DC. He's wearing a loose white suit with faded blue accents.

"Well...that's an interesting new look for you." Liam says, smiling a little. He still thinks I'm in

there, looking up at the DC. He hooks a fine long-fingered hand around the back of the DC's neck and pulls him down, kissing him on the mouth. "Since you are obviously otherwise occupied, I'll get out of here." While the presence of Liam is gone, a DC walks away. He looks deformed and is no longer wearing the suit, but a tank top and jeans. He's like an ugly echo of the rock DC.

Ghost Child

I'm in the house in MA. It is haunted by an infant who died. I am the mother. The spirits usually come out at night or on dark days. Now it is

night. I need to wash my hands but as I pause by the open bathroom door, I can already hear the infant crying forlornly from where she lost her life. I decide to go to the kitchen instead. For some reason Attachment 5260 the sink is on the same wall as the entry door and the dining room entry-way instead of on the far side. The cabinet doors are open and white hand towels are draped across them, so that I can't see underneath the sink. As I pass in front of the sink I realize that I am holding my arms like I am cradling a baby, and that in my arms is a bundle of white blankets. I feel a distant, gauzy spike of fear which is soon replace with a desperate mad sort of awe. The longer I focus on the blanket, the more I notice a tiny perfect face underneath a corner of blanket. I draw the fabric back and the baby screams, immediately fussy.

"Shhhh...mommy's here." I try to soothe her, rock her, sure that my continued existence

hinges on successfully calming her. "We'll spendsome time together, you and I. The whole night, if you want."

She yawns, but she feels...menacing still. But she is mine and I will not cast her aside.

It isn't her fault that she cannot rest like other dead. I leave the kitchen and instead of stairs there is a long hall with benches hugging the walls. I sit down and for some reason set her down on the bench beside me, facing the bedroom side of the house. A blonde teenager appears and, recognizing the baby for what she is, begins antagonizing her.

"HEY, you'll stop if you know what's good for you!" I say, knowing that for her to stay, he

needs to stop and if he doesn't she will kill him. It has happened before.
He glares at me and stops leaning over her.
"We're spending time together, leave us alone."
A girl appears and the bundle disappears. She looks like this: Attachment 5261. I know she is my daughter. She has tanned skin, long wavy brown hair pulled half back and somewhat chubby cheeks. Her brown eyes glitter with thinly veiled malice. Attention for her is sustenance.

"You have been warned once. Your actions are making me hungry...you don't wanna

know what I eat." She says and tries to smile at me but her eyes are still hard and angry, and the mask of her face just makes me sad. At least she is here with me.
She cuts between myself and the young man and approaches a closet door. She is a young woman and looks like Red from Once Upon a Time, Attachment 5262 she's wearing a loose white shirt with slit shoulders, black shorts and knee high black boots. There is a thin trickling of blood at the corner of her mouth. I realize then that she is not even a vampire, but a cannibal and that she eats people alive. I try to tell myself I am wrong but all the while she watches the young man with a obvious hunger. ((I suppose I have decided this is what my daughter looks like, because that's also how I saw Aura from this dream Lucid Dreaming - Dream Views - Amurehna - Dream Journals, and Aura is Saja's daughter in the story I'm writing. I got her name from another dream, maybe I'll post that one too. Eventually.))


Sleep Paralysis Interlude

I am in bed and I can not move. I open my eyes a little at the sound of a woman's

voice. She is twisted like a contortionist, her head between her legs and her legs bent at the knee so that my legs run underneath her. She is telling me a story about when she was alive, that in her time there was not a friend of hers that did not have a boxed hair dye called White Wash Blonde, by Bombshell Antiquities. I even get a view of the aged white and red box. I start to tell her that she could still use it, but then I realize that she is completely bald. I figure if I can keep her talking she won't be so terrifying.
Then I realize there's a man on the other side of her. I feel a hand grip my foot. I issue a whimper of terror and look over at my boyfriend who is playing a game on his computer. I wish that he would hear me, come over and wake me up. He does not notice though.

There's a fragment about being in my living room and seeing piles of greyish dirt on the floor. I see a pink and white dress on the floor in the dust and shake it out, put it on, and pat the remaining stuff out of the skirt.

WTF Mash-up

John Locke escapes from containment, he has been captured by a secret faction called

The Project headed by Noah Bennet. They will not tell him anything. When Locke frees himself, the world outside is fantastically colorful and brightly saturated. There are fields in every direction, lush green and bursting with crops. He sees a man spraying water mixed with chemicals over a large pumpkin patch, the largest is man sized. Noah finds him and tells John he was not ready to see any of this and is certain that John will not even try to understand the purpose of The Project.

"So...what exactly is your goal?" Locke asks.
"Would you believe me if I said that we are trying to ease the food shortage by growing larger crops?"
"No, I wouldn't."
"I didn't think so."

We have infiltrated the area and are looking for Locke. Sometimes I am with my

boyfriend and sometimes he is Jack (this time he looks a little like this guy he is 6' tall with black hair, true to form he is wearing a blue and white plaid button-up and black jeans). We stand facing one of the fences, behind it are great green rolling hills of crops. We exchange a look. I am standing in bright yellow dirt that when wet has the texture of sand. It reminds me of the Yellow Brick Road. I wonder aloud if they added yellow dye to get this effect because I have never seen dirt like it. I bend down and puck up some between my thumb and forefinger. Strange.

A black man in a suit hails us from the road and we turn to face him. "Hey now, you know

you're not supposed to be out here." He says. He doesn't seem at all threatening, we make an effort to look ashamed that we have broken the rules. "Come on, we'll get you two gingers initiated. Boss says that we can trust you."
We follow him back to the road without a fight, I look up at Jack.

"Did you hear him call us gingers?"
"Yeah." He lets out a brief, quiet laugh.

When I look at him again I can see some bright coppery strands mixed in with the black.

"You're looking a little auburn today so I understand you, but what about me? My hair is black."

He scrutinizes me and then grins, replying with some nonsense like "Well, you've got that V." Which makes me think of vampire blood, like from True Blood.

"Oh yeah." I say nodding. "I guess."

We reach a broad wooden gate-wall and are welcomed inside.

"Boss said you could help us solve a murder, that your talent is uniquely suited for this kind of thing."

There's a lapse. Noah is on vacation with Claire and his wife. Claire is acting more like Juliette Barnes from Nashville. She seeing a

farmhand, Alex Pettyfer, but her parents found out and tried to sever the relationship by deceiving him into thinking she no longer wished to see him. They are in a hotel room. Noah displays a hologram of Claire.

"Hey! Daddy, why do you have that? It's mine." She says petulantly.

"We took it from that boy you've been seeing...you won't be talking to him anymore." says Noah.

She watches the hologram. It is of herself swimming with lengths of dusky purple fabric hiding her nakedness only JUST. They used to use the hologram to communicate, so Noah used it and acted like he was sending a message from Claire.
Claire taps the comm on her ear. "Operator, patch me through to the Folds."

"I apologize, mistress, contacted with the Folds has been suspended."
"NO! You have to tell him I don't mean it."
"Contact..."
"Will you keep trying?"
"Yes mistress."
"Daddy...we're not on vacation, are we?"
"No, honey. There is something happening at home and I didn't want you in the middle of it."

As we leave the field it erupts violently into motion, like a roiled mess, like a landslide

spilling up from the earth, swirling and swallowing anything in its path. When the hands realize what is happening they try to speed away in all different sizes of work trucks. Most do not make it. What looks like a blue garbage truck careens wildly on the loose earth but manages to escape. This vehicle is driven by Alex. It is not clear whether Noah triggered the upheaval or if the land revolted because of all the chemicals they poured into it.

As I walk with the black man and my boyfriend/Jack, he tells us the story. I very

clearly see an armored munchkin knight who has become a vampire, lift the visor on his helm and attack Snow White. They were under orders from a 3rd party to kill her and a number of others. She was in her castle, they killed her on the landing between two flights of stairs. The munchkin regrets the part he played in the murders but kept doing the Other's bidding until he was murdered as well. As a medium, I am here to call their spirits and to declare to all gathered who the plotter is.

I'm in a darkened hotel room with my boyfriend. he mentions seeing a trailer for a movie and says it has 'the man I met' in it, sounding a

little jealous. I have no idea what he is talking about until he shows me a poster of the movie. It is Damon from Vampire Diaries in bed with 6 women.

"Of course he'd be a ladies man." I say, smiling a little. I don't recall ever meeting him

though. There was also a scrap of storyline about Elena and remember thinking that this is how the munchkins became vampires in the first place.

Walking with my boyfriend/Jack toward a large building with a sliding barn door. I

separate from myself and huddle against the wall to watch her approach. Nadia, another medium, appears. Nadia looks like her, but with her hair pulled back into a ponytail. She's wearing a blue/white tank top with khaki cargo pants. They recognize their like nature immediately and when they draw too close together something odd happens. Their hands meld together into one long fleshy appendage and they fall to their knees, eyes glowing, heads thrown back. Together they will call out the murderer.

There are Disney princesses all around the room. Cinderella is next to me, I now realize

that I am Snow White. In the far corner of the room Sleeping Beauty lays on a table...and on top of a dead body. When she spots the mediums she flies into an ill-considered rage immediately giving herself away. I am not really sure what happens next, she stalks around the room yelling nothing that makes any sense. Her evil gaze falls on me and at once I realize that this isn't Sleeping Beauty, it is a witch that has stolen her skin and wears her like a costume (EEEEWWW).

"YOU! What are you doing here?! I guess that's what I get for leaving the job to a bunch

of munchkins." Then she shoots me in the head with a fireball, it goes straight through my head like a bullet and melts my head to the wall like a ragged mess of wax (thank you subconscious...). She murders Cinderella and I realize I can still move, I reach out and seize the skirt of her sparkling blue/pink dress. I rip the Sleeping Beauty dress and skin enough that it shows everyone the witch underneath. She kills five more people before someone takes her down. A flock of Jasmines appear carrying bowls, their necklace and headband gems glowing green as they spread out and heal the 'dead'. With my limited scope I try to find my boyfriend, but I know that he has left and didn't bother checking to see if I was alright. Jasmine heals my weird wax-melted head.

Something about all of it feeling staged, like Sleeping Beauty only thought she was killing all of us, or that through the mediums we lived her intentions.

Fragment 1: Lois Lane

I am a Lois Lane visiting from another reality. Superman starts calling me 'the true Brazilian' so that he won't confuse me with his Lois. I laugh and say to another DC "Hey, did you hear what he called me?"
"I don't get why you're so amused." They reply.
"I'm not even Brazilian." XD
There was more to this one but I can't remember it now. Something about wanting to get married? And watching Superman fly? And speculating that you would describe Superman's movements as 'athletic' but never as 'graceful'.

Toradora! and Fake Zombies!
Our society is split into factions. As Ryuuji I break into another faction's school at night to post propaganda for my own faction. Initially I believe it is dangerous and that they won't hesitate to kill me. I've pinned up posters at every intersection. A wild tangle of children zombies burst from the hall opening and stare at the propaganda. We rush for the posters and I grab one, then turn and flee. They rage after me, yelling and...laughing? I turn down various halls and then try to go back the way I came before I find the way choked with zombies.
I keep trying to be afraid, but I become lucid and think that I am taking this dream way too seriously. After all, they're just children dressed as zombies. They're painted a sickly green and they orange and red streamers tied to their hair and wrists.
It is a game. They will not hurt me. I run still but it is incredibly fun. I make it to a glass door leading to a stairwell and I leap down one flight of stairs and when I find the way blocked with 'zombies' I slide down the railing on my belly. There's a lady that looks like an anime version of Carol from Walking Dead who keeps trying to tickle me so I have to let go of the railing. She gets me the first time, and I spot her again in another stairwell, she gives me a sheepish and amused look when I call her out on it and yell that she won't get me this time. We grin at each other.

Then I am at Ryuuji's home, looking down at him. Taiga is supposed to be coming over. He's sitting on the bed, he's wearing brown colored contacts and for some reason I think that's wrong, that his eyes should be green. So my subconscious produces some drama to make it so.
His brow furrows slowly and I focus on his eyes, the contacts dissolve, leaving startling green behind. This has stunned him, and looks painful.
"Asuka!" He cries, his intonation is just like it should be, sort of whiny and high. "Aaaaaasuuuka! My eye. My eyes are burning!" His face goes stiff and I realize he has passed out before he's finished speaking. He collapses to the side staring sightlessly at the ceiling.

I woke up before getting to follow that storyline. I'm really curious where it would have gone.

Grimm
The room is empty except for a queen sized bed that sits on a low metal frame. The walls are pale blue. At first I am Sayid from Lost. As I'm settling down on the bed I consider sleeping on the floor instead, at least there it will be dry. There's a leak in the ceiling and the mattress is damp. It's been so very long since I've slept in a bed.
The dampness bothers me. I keep waking up.

Then I am Nick from Grimm. I feel weak and my limbs are heavy. I see myself from the other side of the room, I am extremely pale and there's a layer of thin clammy sweat on my skin. My right shoulder hurts. I sit down heavily on the edge of the bed, my back and shoulders to the wall and with my right foot planted firmly on the floor to keep me upright. Everything has gone to hell. Everyone I know has turned and I have one more task to complete before I can rest.
I hear movement beyond the dark doorway in the corner and I know that my father has just finished Turning. I hear him moving around, reorienting himself with existence. It won't be long until he finds his way back to me. The dead always seek out their loved ones. I glower at the door and tighten my grip on the machete.
My father is a tall and trim man in his sixties who has lost most of his hair, what remains is greying fluff in a band behind his ears. As he stumbles across the threshold his shoulder clips the door frame and he goes down in a tangle of limbs. He crawls across the floor and grabs my ankle. I lift the machete and bring it down atop his mottled skull, I want to kill him before he bites me. I can't seem to put any force behind my blows and the blade just leaves wet indentations in his skin. He isn't phased by my ineffectual attacks.
He sinks his teeth into my outer thigh and I gasp. It doesn't matter, I'll kill him and then kill myself. Easy.
I give him a shove with my right hand but he latches onto my wrist and sinks his teeth into that too. The machete feels awfully heavy, I decide to let the weight of the weapon do my work for me, I lift it high overhead and let it drop. It neatly cleaves into his skull and he immediately stops moving. I push him off of me and black out.

I get glimpses of things going on around me. I get a sense that a lot of time has passed and that I waiver in and out of consciousness. There's a woman at the bedside, I know she's been taking care of me. A man leans over me.
"What happened to him?" He asks.
The blankets are pulled up to my shoulders, hiding my bite scars.
"I found him here four years ago, I don't know what happened but it effected his entire body. He can't speak, and he can't walk."
"...seems kind of cruel to keep a vegetable alive in this world."
"We've lost enough people already."
This stranger is protecting me, she knows that if the traveler finds out that I've been bitten (even if I didn't turn) he might kill me.
The man leaves. The woman wipes my face. I struggle to sit up and she helps me, she doesn't seem particularly surprised.
I get the sense that more time has passed. I'm moving around the bedroom. I can even dress myself, but I still can't speak. My tongue and jaw feel heavy, the inability to speak doesn't bother me yet.
"Are you up for a trip?" The woman asks me, when I nod she says that she has some trash I can drag over to the processing facility down the street.

There's a lapse and now I'm in a receiving area. It looks a whole lot like Lowe's. A couple of people observe my approach, a man and a woman. The woman looks really uncomfortable. The man already seems to know me. When the woman walks away he gestures for me to follow.
"Nick." He says, "I have something you should see." As he's walking he tells my story, how the woman found me. How I didn't turn because Grimm's are physiologically different from other humans. About their discovery of my nature as a Grimm and what it meant to them. He walks to the RTM cage and emerges with a large leather bound book with an embossed pattern on the front.
I recognize the book immediately and feel a surge of disproportionate rage.
"I can see from your face that you recognize this book."
I do. I want to tell him to give it back, and I feel the words stopping as they hit my frozen tongue. Damn it. He walks past me toward the garage door exit.
I follow after him as quickly as I am able.
"HEY." I try to yell, but it comes out thick and quiet. "That's mine. Give it back." My voice gains strength but is still weak. He's wearing an expression like this is exactly the reason he showed me the book.

He looks over his shoulder at me as he hands the book over to a woman who looks exactly like Topanga from Boy Meets World. She beckons for me to follow and I do, desperately trying to keep the book within my line of sight.
"I'm sorry about this, I'll explain once we get inside." She says, I know they've set up a room for me. She takes me to the house where she lives with her father the Mayor. I remember her from when I was a boy and am very relieved to find she is still alive. There's a stair case running right next to the house, going up to the second floor. We go inside, then up the stairs to the attic. The room has a large window with a bench seat. Even up here the floors are polished mahogany, the sunlight streams in making the room seem cozy. My bed is a pallet on the floor. I don't mind. She kneels down and opens the book. I sit down across from her.
"It took us a while to figure it out without you. At first, of course, we thought it was a plague, but when all our attempts to discern the source gave us no results, we explored other ideas. We found your books. It became clear that it wasn't a plague, but a curse. Think about it..."
I smoothly interject, "One person is cursed, he doesn't realize it, goes to the doctor..."
"Yes exactly. The curse went wild and started to take other people too. Now that we know the source, this book is the key to stopping it. We can't return our loved ones to life, but we can keep the curse from taking more from us."

There's a small lapse and I'm just having a conversation with her. She moves over to a wooden chest and opens it. Inside is a large water gun and some water balloons. Of course. Just like when we were kids.
"I should have known you'd have that stashed close by." I say.
She grins and pulls out the supersoaker. Then she drenches me.

Battlestar Galactica/Harry Potter
((Absurdly...this is not my first Battlestar Galactica/Harry Potter dream. I have no idea how those two are connected, but my subconscious seems to think they go together. Really...wtf. I woke up after the Grimm dream at exactly 5:33AM, I still had two hours before my alarm would go off, so I went back to sleep and had this weird thing.))
When I fall back asleep I'm driving a car across the train tracks. There's a traffic jam, to my left a building explodes and the sky is active with Vipers fighting some odd cube ships that glow pink around the edges. I think that I've averted disaster, a jet liner flies so low that the belly of the plane barely misses the tops of the cars.
My relief is obliterated when I realize that the tail section of the plain is dipping low in their attempt to pull up, and it smashes through my windshield and drags my car into the air. The car cartwheels away, but I am no longer in it. I rise into the sky, suddenly a pilot of some sort. A string of cube ships fly at me and I raise an arm to ward them off and just like that I'm lucid.
I realize I can shoot at them by clenching my hand into a fist, and several cubes burst into flames as though I've crushed them.

Then I'm in a warehouse where we, the crew of the Galactica, have gathered the insurgents. Admiral Adama tells them they have a choice. They can participate in reunification after they are punished for insurgency, or they can die.
Adama gives the speech completely naked while Apollo laughs in the corner.
For some reason I'm laying on the floor, I am Starbuck. I try to cuddle with Colonel Tigh. He legs me.
I glance up toward the wall and see my friend Kelly's face in the bookshelf there, she's making faces at me so that I'll laugh.
There's a little bit of a lapse and I am in a stone town overgrown with moss. I'm a man, crouching down next to a little boy with black hair. His mother comes in and asks what's taking us so long.
"Trying to decide on a movie to rent." I pause, "The little one picked Harry Potter 4."
"Again? I can't believe we don't own that yet, considering how often we rent it."
My wife offers to take the boy home, and I promise to follow after soon.
I leave the building and things get confusing. More confusing.
I know that the world outside is how things would be if Voldemort had succeeded in killing Harry. Hermione is married to someone else, but is having an affair with Ron. I see them as their 13 year old selves.
I walk by a damp stone ramp going down into a stone hallway. Someone runs out and tells me that he is going to learn the true name of Stone by conjuring a stone wight. As he's speaking a stone creature appears in the hallway.

There was also something about an mmo. I create a character called a Gelfling. They're forest elemental thingies. o.O

The hallway is outside and inside at the same time. At some angles it looks like a sidewalk and at other angles it looks like a classroom. I'm on an old orange and off-white tram, it stops and we wait for more people to get on. I'm sitting alone, the seat is only wide enough for two people.
An extremely pretty woman sits down next to me. At first she doesn't look in my direction. She's holding a bouquet of yellow flowers in her lap, she has waist-length brown wavy hair, a heart shaped face, a perfect doll's mouth, and her eyes are slightly rounded on top so that even when she isn't smiling she appears to do so with her eyes. She exudes quiet joy and goodwill. When the tram starts moving, she begins to hum. Her voice is lovely. She turns slightly to look at me, catching my eyes. She begins to sing. While she is singing, I know the song lyrics. I smile cautiously. Her expression brightens, making her even more lovely.
We sit facing each other with our legs crossed. I join her in song, perfectly taking the high harmony. She sings that I am beautiful and even though a part of me knows that she chooses a person to sing to every day, I believe her. She sings it, and it is so.
She still has the yellow flowers in her left hand, her elbow resting on the back of the seat. I have a bouquet of fake white flowers tied to green wire stems in my right hand. I sweep the flowers up from my side and offer them to her. The fake flowers separate from the wire and tumble away.
I'm embarrassed. She smiles to soothe me and continues to sing. On the last note of 'beautiful' we bend our heads together in perfect sync with one another, our foreheads touching. We draw away from each other and smile. She offers me her flowers and I take them. She rises from her seat as others arrive and leaves, waving to me. I return her wave.

Then I am Ephram from Everwood (WOW, I haven't thought about that in a long time). I return to the town and find Amy at a college that has sprung up in the area. The university is dark inside, it has dark blue carpet and blue walls. Amy is surprised to see me, her hair is chin length and wet, fitting since we just came in from the rain.
"What are you doing here? Sean will kill you if he sees you." She hisses.
"I just needed to see how you are." I say.
We walk past a classroom and I get a glimpse of 'Sean' who is around my height with blonde hair and a sharp face. He glares at me. Obviously he hasn't forgotten what I did to him. ((I have no idea what that is, by the way))
He starts to give chase and I run. I'm wearing rollerblades, and the hallways are carpeted. The wheels don't push off smoothly, it's more like I'm running, with a more resistant stride. It doesn't bother me, it's kind of fun....

I don't remember the rest. I'm with Amy in a deserted classroom, we're looking for something.

I don't remember the beginning very well, but I'm sure it looks a whole lot like the end of the dream, considering the course of events.

I'm walking through a parking lot at night. The pavement glistens with recent rain. The group fans out ahead of me, already sure of the tasks that they've been given. Out of the corner of my eye, I first notice Jack from Lost. He's wearing a faded red shirt and is carrying a black back pack.
"Someone left the van open." A man, the owner, says. I'm closer to it.

"I got it!" I call out and go over to the van. It's an older model, faded brown with dark stripes down the sides, with an aluminum ladder

and spare tire on the back. The door on the left has a top and a bottom half that move independently of each other. When I press the bottom closed, the top springs open. The tire is in the way and I'm short, so I can't put enough pressure on it for it to click shut.
Jack sees that I'm having trouble and splits off from the group to help. He reaches over my shoulders to put his weight on the stubborn door, for a few seconds my back is pressed against his chest. I'm enjoying the contact, but he doesn't notice. The lock finally clicks into place and he steps away, gesturing for me to follow.
After a moment he drops his head like he's trying to hide his amusement. He briefly smiles at the ground and says,

"You couldn't close the van door because you're too short."

I pretend to be offended. "Jack! I could reach the door, I just couldn't get enough...leverage."
The word seems vaguely dirty, though the connection is too vague for me to grasp.

"Because you're too short?"

"Yes, fine, because I'm too short. Jerk."

I smack his forearm, he chuckles.

We reach a closed off section of the parking lot. The others separate into groups.

"Are you clear on what you need to do?" He asks me.

"Yep!" I say enthusiastically, even though I'm struggling to remember what I'm supposed to do. He kneels beside a pile of junk. It's a lot

of plastic shopping bags, a mattress, and there's a man spread out on top of it.

Jack sets down his back pack and starts taking things out of it. I produce an alarm clock, intuiting that I'm supposed to set it. We're

being...secretive. At the time, I understood the reasoning behind the alarm clock, but I can't remember now. It was supposed to help us prove a point. The clock says that it's 6:47AM, I start to set it for 6:49AM, and I turn the volume down, clicking the buttons carefully, so not to wake the man on the mattress.

"What time should I set it for?" I ask, realizing that I don't know when we're supposed to test it. I so very much what him to think I'm

clever, quick.

"Don't worry about it now." He snaps at me."I'll tell you when I'm finished."

I suddenly feel stupid and useless. I set it back to a default setting, the time displays as 99:99.
A woman crouches down next to me.

"Are you almost ready?" She gives me an encouraging smile. I nod. We stand and move a few steps away from Jack. She moves in

front of me and holds out her loosely closed fist.

"Tell me what this will do, so I know you understand." She says.

Dutifully, I recite the plan. I will take a pill that will allow me to become Lucid and to Travel to the places in question. I will help them break the stalemate on the case by giving them notes written in my sleep, that will let them know which areas are the right ones to search for new evidence.

"We're done preparing. Are you ready?" Jack asks, coming to stand with us.

I nod and the woman opens her hand. Resting in her palm is a small, round red pill with RD imprinted on the top.
Jack wishes me luck.

I take the pill and pop it into my mouth. I briefly wonder what will happen to my body while I'm out Walking. Does it stay behind? Or am

I sleepwalking? It bothers me that I never wondered before. Immediately upon consumption, the world sharpens to waking clarity. I'm freed of the restrictions of the dream. I turn a full circle, taking in my surroundings. I run a few steps and leap into an elaborate string of tumbles. Apparently I like acrobatics. I bend forward, plant my hands on the ground and lift into a perfect handstand, I fold my legs backward until I'm almost C shaped, before touching my toes to the ground and standing up.

Now I get to see all the things that happened at the beginning of the dream, I get a do-over. I'm walking down a drab street choked

with black dead trees. The buildings are dark grey, the cobbles are a lighter grey. Two boys try to get my attention by pretending to be rude. They're teenagers, skateboarders. The last time I did this, it made me angry that they were being rude. But I'm not the only one getting another chance. The last time, they allowed me to walk into a confrontation and I was hurt.
This time, the boys know that the Midnight Watch is coming and they are trying to warn me without appearing to be involved. I wave to placate them, they know, but I know it too.

I walk to a wide trunk thrusting its way out of the middle of the street. From the other side I can hear whimpers of pain. I peek around

the tree and two men leap from the treeline, howling like madmen, making for the person huddled by the roots.
I smile and pull a throwing knife from my belt. I leap around the tree and neatly throw a knife into the leading man's stomach. He falls down, clutching the wound.
I look the other man in the eyes and, slowly, draw another knife from my belt. I smile.
He hastily gathers his friend and they stumble back the way they came.
The person I rescue clutches at me, trying to thank me for my intervention. I don't even look at them. I still have work to do.

There's a lapse. I know I went somewhere else but I can't remember where. Something about soldiers being called, the front of a grey stone building with cobbled streets outside.

I'm in Jack's house. The front room is oddly shaped. Just inside the front door is a single step up, the living room is large and bare. The living room curves back alongside the front door, there's a wall ledge sticking out of the floor? The wall is painted a dull orange. The ceiling is yellow. Jack's father is laying on the ledge, bundled in blankets. He is dying.
His father refuses to share the secret with Jack before he dies, he says that Jack's high morals are a liability and that his pure ideals make him worthless to the company. He says that it makes him weak, and he has no business cunning.
The hurt and rage heats Jack like a furnace, it fills the entire room. Jack yells something and turns to leave. I follow him.

"He doesn't mean it, it's the.."

"What do you know about it, little girl?" The way he says it makes me feel small and stupid. I know that the last time I gave him a

reproachful look and swept out the door. I also know it only makes him feel worse. I see myself from his point of view. I'm wearing a vivid navy blue v-neck t-shirt with black Jeans (funny, I usually see all Jack characters wearing blue and black), My hair is pulled back into a glossy, wavy tail. Now I get a choice.

There's a wall that juts out in front of the door at an angle, making a narrow V shaped space. He's standing at the peak of the V.

I reach the door and instead of leaving, I walk back around to the other side of the wall. He is tall enough that he can rest his head on his folded arms atop the wall. I take his face between my hands. He reluctantly raises his eyes to mine and then drops them. I lean forward to kiss him and he tenses, giving me a distracted smile and a tiny shake of the head. Now isn't the time. I'm disappointed and sad, I know I've overstepped my bounds.
I can tell his father has hurt him though, I know I should go, but first...
I vault over the wall and fling my arms around him. He protests, I refuse to let go, tightening my arms around his middle and squeezing. He issues a startled laugh and drops his arm across my shoulders, giving me a brief, breath stealing squeeze. I release him and tell him everything will be alright, then I wander away.

I see some scenes where I have completed the dreamwalk and the team follows in my wake, picking up notes I have left behind on yellow post its. Where jack's father died, I wrote a note that says "sleep, little dreamer, wake when all has ended. Until then, dream on little dreamer."
Someone picks up the note and asks another team member, "What do you think this one means?"
"Damned if I know..."

Olivia Dunham, Me and K on a Forklift
I rush into the mall. It's vast and busy. It's around noon, I know I have several hours yet before I have to be somewhere. I'm headed for the escalator when I notice Olivia Dunham standing by the railing, across from a dress shop. She looks amazingly pretty, but serious. Her lips are bright red, long hair gathered over one shoulder. She's wearing a black dress.
"Would you like to buy a dress?" She asks me. She smiles, but it doesn't look friendly. I can tell she doesn't care one way or another.
"This is your shop then?"
"Of course."
I glance over my shoulder and see several circular racks full of dresses. I wonder if any of them will fit me. A black and white dress with a zig-zag pattern catches my eye. I know they are probably too expensive for me, at least $200 for one dress. I step closer to her, but I'm about to make an excuse. I need to leave, I'm getting married tonight. (Really not, but my subconscious likes to use that as an excuse to make me feel terrible.)
She can feel my hesitation. "Your hair is lovely." She kind of means it, just a little. "How do you get it to do that it?"
I briefly see myself from her point of view. My hair is fantastically wavy.
"It just dries this way."
She doesn't believe me, and any spark of friendliness she showed me is gone. She flicks her eyes away, annoyed. I notice an archway next to her.
I know it's a doorway to the other universe.
"Can you open that?" I ask, intensely curious. I would like nothing more than to escape from my impending marriage, to go Home.
"Oh yes."
"Would you open it for me?"
"Sure. Go to the other side of the arch."
Obediently I do as she says. I pick up a piece of chalk from a box at the foot of the arch and draw a symbol on the side. Nothing happens. When I go over to her side, she is crouched by her mark, clearly amused. I see a mocking smiley face. She glances at me and smiles meanly.
"Oh, did you actually think I could open a gate?" She asks with a mock apologetic tone. She has made me feel incredibly stupid. She stands and crosses her arms, smirking at me.

There's a lapse. My friend K and I are driving down the highway, in a loaded forklift. We're going ridiculously fast, such speed that I can't make out anything that's happening on the road. We fly out into the open air, having driven off a cliff.
"Oh no." He says. The vehicle tumbles through the air. I wonder when we're going to land, and if it's going to hurt. As I'm wondering that we land wheels down atop a semi, unharmed.
"Huh." He says. "interesting." He hops down to the ground. "Now, how do we get the thing down from there."
He tries to figure a way to move the forklift without damaging the product.
I roll it off the semi.
"How did you do that?" he asks.
"I dunno."
"Weird."
Yeah."

Fragments 06/16-06/25

06/16 Dancing

I'm in a bar, it has a sleepy feeling to it, like it's on the verge of becoming busy. It has two levels, the lower level where the front door

is, has all the tables. Raised a few feet above that is a dance floor, the bar pushed back against the far wall. There are purple and blue neon lights around a mirror surrounded by shelves of liquor.
At the end of the bar by the wall, is a man with one gold eye and one silver. I get a close up of his face. I smile at him but he just stares at me. At the other end of the bar is a young man in a suit. He even feels young to me, even though I know I can't be more than 5 years older than him. He asks me to dance and I hope up onto the bar while he goes to start the record player.
While I wait for him to join me I dance across the bar top, my feet move quickly and cleverly, I spin, and the bar blurs around me. I turn toward him expectantly. He's standing at my feet, smiling. There's something about him that unsettles me. It has something to do with the shape of his face, and the color of his skin. I hop down next to him and I tell him I had better go.
We walk over to the table-top record player. He looks down at me, and asks me for a kiss, since I'm the one of the two of us who knows about these things.

I think it's a shame he's never been kissed. He bends down to kiss me and before our lips meet I see that half his face is yellow and the

other half green. His mouth is split in two and I have to remind myself that he hasn't really changed. I can feel his mouth, hard against mine. As I pull away I slide my leg between his knees.
I end up leaving, but I don't remember what I did.

06/18 True Blood

I see Sookie as she runs around a corner and stops short, finding a moving truck with the driver's side door open. There's a greenish

puddle underneath it, and three large segmented larvae (two yellow, one green) are wiggling sluggishly. She is relieved that there is a green one, it means that the plague is neutralizing. She flees as a zombie falls from the moving truck and lunges after her. I know that a plague has ripped through the vampire population, turning them all into flesh eating zombies.

Work Fragment

I don't know, something about work and the out of town managers giving us instructions on how to deal with increased business.

The registers are where Plumbing usually is. I see a former manager of mine checking out with her family. Instead of having blonde hair and blue eyes, she has short black hair and green eyes. I want to tell her it looks good on her, instead, I walk around the registers.
They had a run-in with a woman that they all dislike. I start telling a story that echoes their own, and they start laughing, not knowing I'm making a joke out of it on purpose. It's funnier to them because they think I don't know.

Second Work Fragment

I'm trying to build a kitchen for an older woman. I'm doing pretty good, too. I'm asking all the right questions, but she's picky and I can't

get her to make a decision. I retreat to our cabinet aisle while she looks at the door styles and color options.
Instead of the cabinets, there is a kitchen, and I move things around to show her all her options. There's a white pedestal sink with a shell shaped bowl. I keep thinking that something's wrong with the kitchen, and don't realize that it's because the heavy grey racking is still in place and in the way.

Third Work Fragment

There are giant quartz and granite display tiles on pallets in topstock, there's something about how I write down lyrics on a sheet of

paper, and a someone points out my mistakes, making me feel stupid for thinking I knew the words.

Captive
This one felt strange because for most of it I was a ghost. In most dreams, obviously, I switch characters seamlessly and hardly notice that it's happening. This time however, I consciously make the decision to become her.

We are in a small basement apartment and is an entirely new construction, which is odd for me. Most houses are, in some way, ones I

have lived in. The walls are dark red, the carpet beige. Immediately to the left of the front door is the bathroom, three steps in there's a couch sitting across from a loveseat. There is a floor lamp with a simple glass bell shade. I'm crouched by the loveseat.

On the couch is a thin woman in an ankle length light brown dress. She has extremely curly hair, it's a wispy pale brown. A man pins

her to the cushions, she is still mostly clothed, so is he, but it's still obvious that he's raping her. She issues soft, breathless sobs and negations, her blood smeared hands push ineffectually at his shoulders and chest.
I want to bash his face in. I urge her to grab the lamp shade and hit him with it, and after a moment she looks at it and considers following my suggestions. As she is reaching for the neck of the lamp, he finishes and stands up. I get a view of his back as he zips up his fly and tucks in his shirt. I glare at him. She watches him with fear and uncertainty. She sits up, lowering her skirt back over her knees.

He says that he has to leave for work, and explicitly outlines what will happen to her sister if she tries to leave. He muses that she can't

possibly expect the police to believe that she was held captive and raped, after all, he is a police officer. He turns to face her, looking out the high narrow windows, buttoning his cuffs. He's about 5'7" with short black hair, a cruel face with black, dead eyes. She can't stand to look at him, and when he begins to walk toward her, she darts for the bathroom and slams the door behind herself.

We can feel him on the other side and how little her flight has affected him, how very little she can do against him. She feels like

screaming or crying. We hear the front door shut and lock, apparently it locks from the outside too. Just in case she became adventurous.

My eyes settle on the single window above the toilet. I urge her to look out. She pauses to wash her hands and then does as I say. She

has to climb up onto the toilet to look outside. The bathroom, like the rest of the house, is painted red. The window is more like a screen on a hinge, and on the other side is a cramped tunnel.
I watch as she stares outside, between the hedges to where he's standing talking to my boyfriend. I hear him say that he has lost his car keys. Which is true, but he's also a police officer ((complete fabrication)) from out of state. Something has made him suspicious, but he can't put his finger on it.

"Sorry buddy, I can't help you. The manager inside might have a phone you can use."

My boyfriend heads inside the apartment building. The woman's captor stands beside the car there, talking on his cell phone.
Her hand falls limp to her side. I press my boyfriend's keys into her hand. She doesn't even question how she got them. I urge her to go, but she's too terrified. I step up and become her. I open the window and squeeze myself into the tunnel. It is a little more than one length of my body, I scrape my elbows wiggling forward. I reach the other side and wait until his back is turned, I separate from her and watch her crawl out. I follow after. We hide behind a solid backed bench on just the other side of the hedges.
She freezes, and she can't anticipate his movements like I can. I join with her again. He pivots and we go to hide behind a black Dodge Avenger. We hear our captor get into a car and drive away. For a moment I'm confused, and think I'm looking for my boyfriend's old car, a teal Sunfire. I hesitantly click the unlock button on the key and the Dodge Avenger bleeps from behind me. I separate from her hand urge her to get away before my boyfriend comes back. She opens the driver side door and slips inside...

Battlestar Galactica

The house we're sitting in feels like my childhood home in MA, except that it is only one level, and beside the front door there is a

raised part of the floor, like a single step. Across from that is a low, dull gray table.
I am Cally, Chief Tyrol and Boomer sit on the raised section of floor, grimly regarding the table. I walk to the Chief on my knees, my eyes are burning and my throat feels thick. Our story has run its course, and yet we find ourselves here all over again. Running from the Cylons. I get a sense of where we are in the story, sometime before the settling on New Caprica.
Chief has his arms cross. I tug one of his arms free and he looks down at me with mild surprise.

"Cally." His voice holds the trace of a warning, but now is not the time to worry about appearances.
"Chief, could I...?"

He lifts his arm and a curl up by his side, he drops his arm across my shoulders.

"Chief, does this mean that we have a chance to do things differently? To make better choices?" I ask, it's difficult to speak.
"Yes, I suppose it does." He replies thoughtfully.

The relief that brings me is amazing, it's such a gift, to start over. The chance to treat people better. Knowing how the story ends, would we make the same choices?
"

She should be here soon." He says softly. We lift our eyes from the table to the darkened doorway on the other side of it.

Starbuck appears, there's something wrong with her face but I can't figure out what it is. She's also pregnant. Just far enough along that it's obvious. She leans heavily on the table then lays down on it, clutching her belly.
I leave Chief's side and go to hers. Hesitantly, I stroke the hair away from her face.

"Are you feeling alright?"
"I think I'm miscarrying." She says. The look on her face, and the fact that she's Starbuck makes me wonder if she's making a joke.
"Are you kidding? Is she kidding?"
"Help me sit up."

I oblige her.

There's a lapse. I'm standing in front of Starbuck who sits with her legs dangling off the side of the table. Another woman has arrived

but I can't look straight at her, even out of the corner of my eye she disturbs me.
Starbuck trembles violently and then her mouth moves of its own accord, speaking words I don't understand.

"Avre ein en Novem-ah."

The disturbing woman laughs at her. "Oh yes, your vast knowledge of forgotten history is astounding. You only speak of the Novem, how can you possibly know what it is to call the Novem friend?"

Starbuck can't seem to look straight at her either. Her eyes shift away uncomfortably. The disturbing woman doesn't speak again but I

get a sense of timelessness from her, wondering at the vastness of her existence that stretches across aeons. Starbuck may know these things too, because of the child she carries, but she has not lived it. Not like the Queen. This knowledge deeply chills me. This is the house of eternity, there are other paths to walk besides this one.

Then I am outside. I am a fit and unpregnant Starbuck. Admiral Adama gathers us to him on the lawn and we walk together to the road which is wider than I remember. There's a 5 foot tall wall where the woods should be. It isn't smooth, it has uneven grooves all along its length.
We walk to where the crew has broken through a 3 foot thick ice road block. We file through the ragged opening.

The oddness of what stand on the other side strikes all of us. The wall curves gently, to the right of the wall is the ocean, to the left is a dusty courtyard with a rickety wooden structure that has a roof and thin support poles, but no walls. At the far end of the enclosure is a leaning ladder of long branches, fastened together.
"What is this, ice?" Adama says, touching the wall as though we have never seen it before.
"Bet your ass it's ice, I like it!" Colonel Tigh exclaims, picking up a handful of slush and throwing it. His reaction doesn't seem child-like or whimsical.
I wonder what they were doing, obviously the wall holds back the ocean. What were they doing, forcing the ocean to recede?

We fan out and walk toward the ladder. We all start to climb it, but the top of the ladder is no longer tied down, so people keep falling off. I'm Starbuck though, and I'm certain I can climb it. So I haul myself up. I can feel the texture of the branches under my hands, and how the ladder sags outward. I reach the top as Admiral Adama and Tigh do, trying to figure out a way to leap the gap from the last rung to the next section of ladder.
I drop down and run a few paces back, where there's a thin twist of rope. I grab it and lift myself up with one arm, it holds my weight but starts to fray.
I had hoped that I could use it to cross the gap.

I wander away and start taking note of other things under the canopy. Maybe there are things that we can take away, supplies. There's a pick-up truck parked in the corner and a chest. They're full of yellow bags of dog food. Who were the people that came before us?
I watch the others, frowning at their behavior.

The next part I can't remember very well. I see flashes of what happened to the last people who found this place. They were a family of three, and a couple of farm hands.
I watch the mother, a tall brunette with short hair, wearing a red shirt, command her eight year old son to find the secret of the letters they found carved in the wall.
The task sounds like a threat. His father has gone missing, and at least one of the hands has died.

*sigh* I'm getting a little sick of the undead theme. Seriously.

First, a few fragments.
Fragment 1: Toes
I'm looking at my big toe, it looks like there's dead skin or something around the nail. So I pull at it and it rips off a couple layers of skin.

Fragment 2: Bugs
I walk into my kitchen and where the trash can is supposed to be, there are 5 small beetles and one large, green scarab beetle. By large, I mean it's larger than the other ones. It's not, say, the size of a cat. I lean forward to examine them, wondering why there are beetles in my kitchen. The scarab chitters its mandibles at me and chases me into the living room. I'm more startled than scared.
"Aggressive little bastard..."

Fragment 3: Hair
I'm looking in the mirror trying to fix my hair. Except I have bangs. I brush them out and am surprised that they look alright. I haven't had bangs like that since I was a kid.

Fragment 4: Infected
The infected have taken over our cities. There's a girl with short blond hair who has the innate ability to use telekinesis. She's in a room with a wide mahogany table, they're trying to draw out a plan of action. An older woman with red brown hair gives them a dismissive wave.
"Annaleigh," She begins, addressing the blond. "These plans are all well and good, be we all know how we're really meant to win this. The rest of us have to start learning the things you can do. Can you teach us?"
Anna responds with a resolute nod.
I see a coastal city at sunset, it's all narrow cobblestone streets and low flat buildings. There are undead everywhere. A man realizes that the zombies have cut off the larger group's escape route. He knows that blood will draw them. So he raises his hand in farewell, and the next time I see him his throat is slit and the knife hilt is sticking out the side of his neck.

Vampires
I'm a man in my early twenties. I'm of average height with deathly pale skin and short black hair, black-brown eyes. Half a year ago something happened to me, it left me in an unfortunate state of undeath. I'm not a zombie, I don't rot. I'm not a ghost, I'm definitely solid and other people can see me. I'm not a vampire, I don't crave blood and I can go out in the sun. I would not entertain such fantastic explanations, except for the fact that my skin is extremely pale, cold to the touch, and I don't have a pulse. Only my friend Simon knows my secret. I don't often go out, and he's the only real friend I have left.
Simon has a friend who is throwing a party, they used to be my friend too. I decide I'm going to go. I see the restaurant from outside, there's a wide wooden staircase leading to a deck, and a sliding glass door. I go inside and Simon freezes in shock. He comes to stand by me as I settle in next to two other people in a large booth seat.
"Are you sure you should be doing this?" He asks, pretending to smile. He's worried.
"Yes, It'll be fine."
"If you say so." He wanders off, but I can tell he's going to keep an eye on me. I smile and shake my head.
There's a sort of magician or storyteller. We all know the routine so well that we shout along with key points in the story. I catch Simon's attention and roll my eyes, wondering why we even bother to hire the guys if we already know the story.

I'm not sure what happens here. Someone sees me and I feel a shock of recognition though they are a stranger. I climb over the back of the booth and thrust the door open, I make for the stairs but my pursuer somehow beats me there, so I jump up onto the wide flat rail and run past them. They yell something at me. I know that they are a vampire. It feels like it shouldn't be possible.

There's a lapse and I'm standing in a dim stairwell. There's a girl with pail skin, bright red lips and chin length black hair, her bangs hang into her eyes. She's crumpled against one wall. She looks delirious and afraid. I go to help her. And so I learn her story, and the mystery of what happened to me six months ago.
She was attacked outside a bar and fought back, killing her assailant. She became sick and only just made it back to her apartment. She slept for three days straight and woke up ravenously hungry, but when she tried to leave the sun burned her. She came to the rather obvious conclusion that she's a vampire.
It sounds similar to my own story, except I was never certain of the fate of my assailant. She was sure she had killed hers. I only knew that I had wounded him. I realize that this is how vampires are made, you kill a vampire to become one. Since the vampire I wounded survived, I got stuck somehow.

There's another lapse. The vampires have found that two of their children were killed. They threaten the city, saying that anyone who knows of me and the girl should catch us and turn us over.
I decide differently. I need to finish what I started 6 months ago.
There's a wide, open courtyard, all concrete. It's sundown. In the far corner is a swirling gold and magenta portal. Standing in front of it are tall pale, elaborately dressed figures. They all wear gold and magenta. It's hard to describe, the women's dresses have long bell-shaped sleeves. The dress is all magenta with thick gold veins running from neckline to hem. Their hair is twisted around a kind of...y shaped headdress. They all have amber colored hair.
Their leader shouts an absurd challenge that a week ago I wouldn't have countered. Now I enter the courtyard directly into their fenced off area. They say they'll kill me. I laugh.
One of the women steps forward and draws a large thorn shaped weapon covered in the gold veining with hints of magenta underneath. She throws it at me. I snatch it out of the air, rush her and stab her in the chest. With her death my strength grows, she falls to the ground and I rush the next one. I take out five more this way before my alarm wakes me up.

I want to start by pointing out the obvious, that this is a dream journal entry from before I began posting here. My retro-posting has a purpose, as I've begun to mention Jack in recent dreams, I wanted to write a little bit about what he represents to me and post his first appearance in my adult dream-life. He may have made earlier appearances, but it is only recently that he gained a name.

I may be crazy, but I've always been a little infatuated with the character of Jack Sawyer from Black House. And, also, after reading through my journals I've found many instances where I dreamed about various characters named Jack (though never actually the one from Black House). It seems I have a fondness for them. So, in a way, my Jack may be inspired by many Jacks.

Jack feels like a guardian, someone who will watch my back no matter what's going on. I'm excluding this dream because Liam and Jack mixed personalities. It was distinctly different from other dreams, just like my dreams of Liam and of Jack are distinctly different from each other. That one was...very odd for me. I guess the blending of traits explains why Jack was being so stubborn, Liam can be...bull-headed.

Call of Cthulhu
I sat with three men (one of them my boyfriend) at the Home Decor desk at work. My boyfriend is sitting diagonal to me. A pale, dark haired man is directly my opposite (this one is Jack). Next to me is a man I never look straight at. The department manager of Plumbing is very loudly leading other employees in a song aimed at one of his underlings as an insult. It begins to annoy me, I can't concentrate on the game we are playing.

Suddenly I say, "He shouldn't be allowed to talk to people that way, it isn't right."
"Relax." My boyfriend says, "It'll blow over, he'll lose interest eventually."
I frown, glancing over my shoulder toward Plumbing as they erupt into another round of clapping and singing.
"Hey, you want to go stop him?" The dark haired man says to me.
"Yeah! I do!"
"Alright." He says, giving me a wicked smile. "Let's stop him then." He rises from his chair and I follow suit. He has short

black hair, wearing a navy blue button-up with black jeans. The shirt has pearl-capped buttons. He leads the way. The Plumbing department looks like a restaurant. The walls are painted dark red and the trim is a bight yellow-gold. We reach the restaurant and discover that the man we came to confront has fled to one of the upper levels. There is a flight of stairs going down on the left side of the department. We take them. I'm confused about why we have to go downstairs first before we can go up.

The stairway is enclosed in a tile tunnel. The tiles are small, gray 1x1s. It's cool and damp and feels like a storm drain. The stairs are very steep. I only realize how steep when at the halfway mark, the guard rail disappears. It find it difficult to breathe, and I become nervous about falling, I step very cautiously. The man sees how afraid I am and passes in front of me, so that if I stumble he will be between me and danger. I clutch his shoulder to keep my balance. He flashes me a knowing smile.

Something catches my eye and I look up. There is a large circular cut out in the ceiling, edged in stone. I can see the night sky through it. The moon is full, casting its clear light down into the storm drain.

"Hey look.." I say.

The man halts, we both look up. Now, instead of night sky it is like water is suspended in a well and we are looking at the underside of it. There is an image of a brunette woman. Her hair is blowing across her face. The image ripples as though on water, and stretches, her mouth gradually opens in horror and green tentacles erupt from her mouth, before the image disperses entirely.
We continue down the stairs. On the wall across from us, I notice another disturbing display of art. It looks like dark green tentacles bursting fort from a sewer mouth. My uneasiness grows.

"Are you sure we should be down here? Haven't you read call of Cthulhu?" (and I still haven't read Call of Cthulhu so that...doesn't

really mean anything to me haha.)

"Relax, we'll be fine." He says.

Once we reach the bottom of the stairs, it becomes muddled. Something about a girl laying on a platform that we raise to cross the water. She thanks us for rescuing her. I try to offer her my hand to cross the gap from platform to walkway but she insists it is easier to cross on her own. She says the man we're pursuing trapped her on the platform, but she knows where he's going.

At times there is a game UI on the screen and sometimes there isn't. At first I am Lara Croft, I see a screen where you can name the character anything you want. I'm thinking "I could name her anything I want, and I pick Lara?" still, it makes sense, I think. That is who she is, changing her name will not alter that.
Then I am running through a department store. A monster kind of like...a rock genie, (I don't know, it's all blocky but it's blue its torso tapers down into a slender cord that attaches to a sidestack), it gets in my face and the UI pops up. I scroll through my weapons and realize I'm all out of ammo. So I jump forward and punch it until it dies.
I pass through the department store and I'm desperate for ammo. Jack appears, much like he did before. He's tall, wearing a black suit, thin black tie and a white shirt, his hair is completely black this time. He beckons to me,
"Hey! This way!"
I'm so relieved to see him, now I'm not alone. "You okay to pass through the Wastes? We're almost Home."
"Yes, but Jack, I'm all out of ammo."
"I'll show you where you can get more."
The area is like a basement with a low roof, but it's covered in rock and dirt. I want to think of it as a cave, but it's too regular for that. Blue monsters dot the otherwise barren landscape. He turns to face them and instructs me on how to open a secret weapon/ammo cache in the wall while he guards my back. It all seems too easy, but I'm not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
"Get as much as you can carry, there isn't another one of these for a while."
I see us from overhead, tiny 2D pixelated versions of ourselves. I'm no longer Lara Croft but Annie from Covert Affairs, wearing a floor length black strapless dress with a slit almost up to the hip.

I'm in the department store again. I'm myself, my dad walks with me to where the rock genie was.
"Aaawww...you killed the guardian?" he says.
"What? It was in my way."
"I really wanted a beard though..." he whines.
"I don't know what you're crying about, the beards are still here." I gesture to the sidestack and take a moment to think about how stupid all the beards look. They're not even hair, they're pieces of cloth folded into small oval shapes in plastic. He walks away without taking one. I shrug and make my way around the store.
My sister is there with her son, except he isn't as old, he's only three here. And he's making a mess. I discretely try to pick up after him. I realize I'm embarrassed, not because he's making a mess, but because people watching will just think he's being unruly. They don't understand that he's autistic and isn't comfortable here. I'm worried they'll think badly of him. (He really is autistic, by the way.)
After a moment I decide to leave the mess.

Then I'm at work, standing at the appliance desk. Jack is waiting for me, sitting the wrong way in a chair. He smiles.
"Jack!" I think, delighted he has followed me here. Now I am Annie again, I try to flirt with him without being outrageous about it. I can't seem to find a balance. We banter back and forth, but I don't remember any of it. I say something clever (which of course, I don't remember), and think about how I want to threaten to kiss him. I don't say it, but after a moment I take his face in both my hands and lean down to do it anyway.
Except that while I can feel his face between my hands, he disappears when I get close. I pull back, frowning. He gives me an apologetic look.
From a few feet away David Boreanaz rubs the back of his neck in a gesture of mild discomfort and chagrin at our situation. He's dressed the same as Jack.

Some other things happened, but I don't remember them.
Oh yeah, I have no idea how it relates to that, but i see a guy's face and he mumbles something at me.
"What?" I ask.
"I'M TERRIFIED OF SQUIRRELS!" He yells, startling me and DC.
I frown at him. The other DC leans over, "...is he serious?"
Then I see a mental picture of why he's terrified. Apparently he thinks they're ravenous and blood thirsty and if he opens the closet all the squirrels will fly out and tear him to bits. I think he's being stupid.

Fragment 1: Shark
There's a vault with a circular door. In the floor of the vault is a round platform with 3 steps descending. The guards show me a shark strapped to its surface. They stand on either side of the creature and thrust their swords down into slots to activate the platform and lower it. Below is a bedroom. It has a twin sized bed with a brown and spring green comforter.
The next time I see the platform, there is nothing on it. The strap is broken and the room below is empty.
Where did the shark go?

Fragment 2: Sam and Dean
There's a desert encampment, all rough wooden buildings, canvas and chain link. Dean has an elite group of soldiers who, just like himself, have angel rune tattoos all over their bodies.
Sam was not Blessed with Heaven's Mark and in a fit of self mockery, he covered his body in demon runes.
He is sitting with his back to a length of chain link fence. No one walks within ten feet of him. He is the cursed brother. He looks unnaturally pale, more heavily muscled, and the runes stand out like burns against his white skin. He glowers at all the people avoiding him.
A group of soldiers run by and shouts ring out from near the Demon Portal at the heart of the encampment.
Sam leaps to his feet and fights his way through the crowd, shoving people aside, snarling at anyone who gets in his way and gnashing his teeth which have (strangely) become pointed.
He rushes to Dean's side and proximity to the gateway has had adverse affects on his tattoos. What before had not benefited him, like the tattoos of the Blessed, as he gets closer to Dean he is overcome with a vast and ravenous hunger.
He needs to consume the angelic aether given to Dean by God. Sam bares his teeth, trying desperately to consume and to deny the urge at the same time. Dean gives off a faint golden glow. Sam breathes in deeply...

Fragment 3:
I awake, when I fall back asleep I'm telling someone about the Sam and Dean dream I just had, laying out all the details. Seeing it again in flashes. Then I'm standing in line in what used to be my sister's room in the house in MA. They have gathered us, to interrogate us. I walk with someone at my side. Where my sister's bed used to be there is a table and a soldier behind it. He nudges a box in my direction. Inside are coins of all shapes and sizes.
I sort through them until I find two octagonal coins with a hawk on one side and a face on the other. We are supposed to pick objects that remind us of our past lives. I snap them onto the table top.
"Those, I think." I say.
The soldier nods at me and then gestures me to the other line going into what used to be the closet. I hope they don't find what they're looking for, at least not in me. How would I even know what I had done wrong?

I woke up in the middle of the night, confused. I kept dreaming my room at an odd angle, every time I fell asleep I would open my eyes, see my room and think I was in a different place. I woke up and went to turn on the air conditioner, I was so disoriented that I didn't realize until I opened the door that I wasn't still asleep and that my purpose in opening the door was to turn on the air conditioner =/. Reverse false awakening? FALSE SLEEP. o.O I dunno.

In this one I'm male. I have no idea what I look like, which is fairly unusual. My girlfriend looks like this chick, Michaela McManus. ((I have no idea why she's popping up in my dreams, I'm not even watching any tv shows she acts in. *shrugs* I don't even think she's particularly pretty.))
We've been together for 2 years, we live together. The whole thing feels distant, disconnected. Like we're strangers just pretending to know one another. She's been secretive, but I've never pressed the issue. We're staying with a friend of mine while we're out of town, a guy from WL work named Shay. We've been there for a few weeks.
I'm standing in our bedroom. She has just left, hinting heavily that it's finally time for us to take the next step. She's left a ring case on the foot of the bed, so I can go out and propose to her at dinner. I pick up the ring box. I feel trapped, like I've led myself into a corner. I don't want to get married, but I can't back out without causing a huge fuss. I walk over to the dresser and in the mirror I catch a glimpse of the light grey suit I'm wearing.
I absently think that it's been a long time since we've done more than sleep on our opposite sides of the bed, how we never even touch each other.
It's too late now.

I walk out into the hallway, it's L shaped and painted bright orange-yellow, I'm greeted by Shay's father who has been away for a couple of months. He's a police officer. Michaela rounds the corner and stops short, becoming tense. Shay's father turns his eyes to her...

I wake up in bed. Someone has come to talk to me about what happened. I'm alone, she's gone. They ask me if I knew who she was when we started dating.
"What do you mean? Who is she?"
They explain that she's a serial killer who kills other criminals. She started out extorting bad men and then killing them, then she found herself in a relationship with Dan, a serial killer who seduced women and then killed them. At first they didn't realize that she had murdered another serial killer until they started doing some digging.
Two of her women friends from that time in her life show up and explain how she used to be.
"Was she that way when you knew her?"
"No. I thought I knew her pretty well, too. How funny." I say, but mostly I'm just relieved that I've been given an out. Someone has called into work for me, since this will soon be all over the news and myself along with her.
"Can you believe we're chasing_______"
"What'd you say?" I ask, since I didn't hear the name.
"She Who Kills."
"She Who Kills?" I ask incredulously, "What a stupid name for a serial killer."

The police show me a video from overseas of when she worked a military officer. How she waited outside the bar he was in until he noticed her. She pretended to be military. There's a guy in a car taking pictures so he can blackmail the guy.

Something about going into an antique jewelry store and the clerk laying out small gold tiles that were supposed to interlock into a bracelet. It's about then that I recognize the design on their gift boxes, that this is where she bought her ring.
"Sir? Will you be purchasing this today?"
Stunned and suddenly sad, I put the box down. "No, I don't think I will."

Well, I was complaining that I keep forgetting the beginnings of my dreams. So then I had this dream that I wish I couldn't remember. I feel like I should be disturbed by it, but it's more...distasteful? I guess?
Non-lucid
Lucid
I don't want to go into detail. There was a lot of sex. Actually it was an orgy.
It began with a website. I'm sitting at a computer, scrolling down a network new addition page. Several times on the page is a banner of a naked woman. I think it's really out of place. As I'm scrolling my boyfriend leans over my shoulder and tells me to click on it. I don't really want to, it's embarrassing.
"No, really, it's some kind of contest. If you watch the whole video you win a prize."
Doubtfully, I click on the button.

I see a short, small boned blonde woman, she has a red stripe running from her hairline, through one eye, and curving around her bottom lip. Her appearance is changeable, from every angle it is different. Something to do with, in part, reflecting the expectation of whoever is looking at her.
A man steps in front of her, he's at least a foot and a half taller than her. Dressed like a barbarian, fur and leather and teeth. He's got shoulder length red hair. When my vision pulls out she is naked. He lifts her chin with his thumb and forefinger and says
"You're a little ugly for this job, aren't you?"
"Comes with the territory." She says softly, smiling. Her facial structure flickers between unattractive and beautiful. I notice a red flower tattoo on her left shoulder.
She's laying on a table while he touches her.
*frowns* There are maybe 8 men in the house and 2 women. They take turns or go in pairs to have sex with her.

I'm no longer following them around, I'm in the real world. I realize the place is real. I want to go check it out. My boyfriend and his mother are in the car with me. We all get out. I can't remember why I let them come with me, since I knew where we were going and if any of the men confronted me, I wouldn't be able to (or wouldn't want to) stop them.
There are 5 men now, 3 of them extremely tall. Attractive, if unkempt. We go into the house. My boyfriend's mother keeps saying that she doesn't think we should be there.

I'm going to skip the graphic part. Let's just say that they stood, horrified, watching me have sex with several men. Both of them had tears streaming down their faces, they leave to stand by the car. When the men are done with me I go into the bathroom to clean up before going outside.

When I go out the back door I hear two women talking. They see me and they halt in mid sentence. I push off the ground and fly up over the trees. They resume talking, saying that the police are coming to arrest the men and anyone else involved. I drop back down and I see my boyfriend and his mother standing by the car. She notices me and wears an expression of pity and disgust while she tries to comfort her son. They can't believe I've done this.
I try to decide if I should just go back inside and ignore them, but that's not how you deal with situations. I do go inside, but just so I can look in the mirror again.
I go back out, it's night now. I can hear the cars coming down the dirt road, and know they are the police. There's a tree by the road with a broken, weathered ladder. I leap up and catch the bottom board then pull myself up.
"I know what you're thinking." I say to my boyfriend. "You're wondering how I could have done this to you. Believe me, I don't understand either. I can see the line, and I don't know why I couldn't stop, the horror, the confusion."
The police arrive. One of them is Captain Renard from Grimm. He looks up at me from the base of the tree and asks if I participated. I say that I did. He says that, regretfully, he has to take me in for questioning.
I decide that isn't happening.
I push off from the tree and fly away, every time I start to descend a little I flap my arms. My arms get tired, the left one cramps until I'm doing a really tight pull. I remember thinking it didn't really matter because I was still flying.

I keep forgetting the beginnings of my dreams, it's really annoying.

Diner 05/12/2013
I see a diner from the air, the layout for the parking lot looks familiar but I can't figure out why. I'm inside the diner and I've been (unwillingly) following high school basketball team. I'm not myself but I no longer remember the character I'm playing. I'm running from someone and a boy has coerced me into staying with the group to hide. Since I've now been counted in their number I can't just leave without drawing undue attention.
He's about average height, skinny, with wavy light brown hair. He's wearing his basketball uniform, it's all black with white or silver around the neck. Something about him pisses me the hell off. I glare at him when he isn't looking at me, silently seething contempt for being trapped. He catches me giving him the doom eye and smiles a little, offering a menu to me.
"Sorry I got you into this...the least we can do is feed you for your trouble." He says. I stare at it. "Oh come on, don't be such a baby. Take the damn menu."
I swipe it from his hand.
"Order anything you want, they have a deal with the school to feed us."
"Isn't that just for the 18 of you? Won't they notice the extra meal?"
"Not until we're gone."
He turns away and I examine the menu. It's a black laminated sheet with white bullet points and text.

Office 05/13/2013 (nap)
((this is actually the second time I've dream about the Chiropractic office since I started going, which is unusual for me. I rarely stray outside certain sets. The dream layout for this place looks NOTHING like the actual office, it's even more strange that the it has people I know in it. I don't really dream about people I know, hell, it's only after 8 years of being together that my boyfriend started popping up in my dreams.
Also, I figured out why the boy looked familiar. There's a customer I helped once a couple of months ago. The boy had his face and hair. I helped him again the same day I had this dream, but he hadn't appeared before these two. *shrugs* I didn't even remember the guy until I saw him at the desk...even then, he had to tell me that his project turned out great before I really knew who he was.))

I pull into the parking lot. I drag a lawn mower up to the door and push it through. The front door puts me in the middle of the office. If I look over my shoulder I'll find the adjustment room at my back. That really confuses me but I remember having this problem before. I stare down at the lawn mower wondering why the hell I brought it with me. I look around, worried that someone will notice my stupidity. I start to wrestle it toward the door that will lead outside, but the handle on it won't stay rigid. I fight it for a solid minute, trying to get it to fold if it isn't going to stay upright. It won't. I push it toward the door. I look over my shoulder and find my chiropractor looking at me from the end of the hall, all puzzled. There are two wide sets of pale, featureless wooden doors.
Along the wall is the waiting room, in the very last chair is a young man. He catches me looking at him and smiles a little. He looks like the boy from the diner dream except he has carrot-red hair hidden under his hat. I'm trying to figure out why he looks familiar as I wrestle the lawn mower outside and tell the receptionist lady that I'll be back in a minute.

Plane 05/14/2013
I've boarded a plane. It has pale blue walls, dark blue carpet, and black seats. The cast of light even appears blue, like it's very early or very late in the day. I'm not myself, though I began the dream that way. I sit down across from a couple. The woman has my eyes which is fitting because she is my mother.
I was abandoned as a child, and I never even knew them until now. I start to suspect who they are as they talk about their life and what they had to sacrifice for the company. They feel frivolous, detached, decadent. It makes me angry.
"So you've been up here the whole time? Flying around, drinking, going to parties? How terrible for you." I say, seeing my own face as I say it. I'm close to tears. I have a narrow face, almond shaped black-brown eyes and short brown hair. They don't understand who I am, and I don't tell them.
"Yes...but there's so much more than that. All the deaths, the plane crashes."
The company they work for belongs to her father. At first he was approving of the match, but I was conceived before they married. They were forced to abandon me, and when they strayed at all from the company plan people died to get them back in line. It wasn't all the machinations of her father's company, these corporations are vicious and often murder the opposing company's agents to prove a point.
I realize there were other events surrounding my abandonment. If they hadn't left me, her father would have had me killed. Even talking to them is a risk, for all of us. So I depart without telling them who I am.

I'm standing outside, unsure what to do with myself. There's a mound dirt made damp by melting snow. I walk around it several times, each time I see more bugs. I hope they're dead.
It seems I'm not that lucky though. A dream character appears and tells me that they found 30 of these wasp/spider things in someone's truck, then they disappeared before they could be properly disposed of. As he's saying this one shakes itself free of the dirt and promptly buzzes down my back, freaking me out.

Leering Pervert
I'm cutting across a residential area with lots of trees between the houses. I can't remember why I'm doing it, something about going to a used book store and all the roads being congested. I'm soaked and dirty and I really want to dry off. I walk up to a house and look inside windows until I find the bathroom. It appears that they are occupied in other parts of the house, I push the window open and climb inside. As I'm doing that a woman walks in and, startled, asks me what I'm doing. I start guiltily.
"I just...could I just dry off? Please?"
She hands me a towel and tells me to be quick about it. I thank go to stand in front of the mirror across from the bathroom door. Right as I'm peeling off my shirt, leaving my chest naked, a man opens the door. He sees my nakedness, and I see his flash of lust at unexpectedly happening upon a half naked young woman in his bathroom. His wife doesn't seem surprised at his reaction, just irritated. She shoos him out the door and closes it.
"You had better hurry. Before he comes back."
I pull my shirt back on and the perverted man somehow gets his wife distracted and comes to talk to me. Just looking at him disgusts me. He isn't necessarily ugly, but he feels ugly. I watch his wife leave, uncertain what I should do.
I don't remember what he asks me, if I know how to do a certain thing. My unease grows as he starts to explain.
"You just stand with your legs apart and put your leg out like this." But he uses crude words that I won't type.
Dream logic says I'm supposed to copy him, but I have a shred of lucidity so I don't. He brings his leg up between mine, his ankle hitting me hard.
I'm instantly revolted and enraged, considering I was supposed to do the same thing to him, the thought of any part of me touching him makes me want to throw up. I shove him away from me and slap the hell out of him. All the while I'm yelling
"What makes you think you can do that to someone?! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?" I can't hit with any force though but it's enough to get him away from me.
I flee out the window.
Why am I always climbing in and out of windows? That happens A LOT.

Soldier
I'm a man, a soldier suddenly and delightfully free from his Legion. It doesn't feel like they're dead, I am just completely untethered. I use my new found freedom to wander. The landscape reminds me of the yard in front of the house in MA, except spread out over a much larger area. In the distance I see a slave legion marching west. They pass me and I follow them around the back of the 'house'...except the house is huge too. There's a lattice wall standing on edge of the hill. The captain of the slave legion comes down to talk to me.
I think I convince him to not go to his next location, to follow me into freedom.
There was more to this, but it's lost to me now.