non-lucid

DJ Log: January 7, 2012 – 7:30AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am walking toward a small house in the woods. As I approach, the house appears to get smaller instead of larger. Once I arrive, the roof is barely taller than the door and the house is about the side of a small utility shed. Somehow remembering that I’m looking for a friend of mine, I open the front door and walk inside. The first room I walk into is huge. The ceilings are at least 12’ (3.7m) high and the room is quite large.

I walk through and into another large room. There are a couple of people messing around with something on a table, but my friend is nowhere to be found. I walk around the corner into a utility room, but there is nobody there. I walk back out into the main room and ask the people if they have seen my friend. They just look at me puzzled, and then resume what they were doing.

DJ Log: January 7, 2012 – 5:30AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am walking up a concrete and steel stairway, looking for a door that leads outside. The stairs are grooved concrete with a steel edge. The railing is a rusty orange steel pipe and the walls are concrete block. There is a small dim light at each switchback.

I get all the way to the top and find that there are no doors at any of the landings. I turn around and walk back down and find that there is only one door at the bottom of the stairway. Realizing that I am getting nowhere, I open the door and walk out.

12.07.2009

Third Person in Mudland (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Third-person dream. Picture a landscape that is mud-flats that are mostly dried out or just damp, and boulders, shallow valleys. No vegetation, clear light-blue sky.
Mel Gibson is there, asleep, curled up next to a large boulder, covered in a thin layer of dried mud but otherwise naked. Everything is covered in a thin layer of dried mud.
He has been asleep for years. He wakes up and is really thirsty and hungry. He starts running around looking for something, something he has hidden, muttering things like "I am sure I left it around here somewhere.." He looks for a long time getting ever more desperate, hoping that no other scavengers have found 'it', which is some kind of small stash of personal belongings including clothes, water, food, weapons... (it is a harsh world)
He has pretty much given up searching when he finds a small cave entrance in a mud-covered rock wall. He is hesitant to enter it as it is only just big enough to fit into and any such feature in such a landscape is bound to be used by someone or something. He crawls in anyway. Inside down a short narrow crack it widens into a square shaped not-very-muddy room cut into the rock, lit by a candle which he examines to see how long it has been burning - no way to tell but there is an hour or so left on it.
Leading off of the room are some steps that lead to a very narrow passage at the end of which is a small crack in the rock through which can be seen another room. In this other room are some traders/smugglers/slavers who can be heard talking but not seen.
Mel decides to ambush whoever is obviously soon going to be returning to this cave/room he has found.
At this point the dream goes first-person but it is still Mel Gibson...
I am waiting trying to stand perfectly still just inside the entrance, thinking that this is a crap ambush setup. I am naked with no weapons and only a small chance of surprising anyone. I hear someone coming and just before they appear I rush out roaring loudly to try to get surprise on them. 'They' are a small goblin-like creature dressed in furs and leather who is not at all bothered or surprised to find this large mud-covered naked man charging towards him roaring. He calmly draws a knife and would stab it deep into my stomach but I catch it - deeply cutting my thumb. He is very strong for his size and a battle for control over the knife is beginning when the goblin's companion enters the room/cave.
This new character is a large man also dressed in leather and furs with weapons. He takes in the situation with a glance that clearly says "this mud-covered man in our cave is a sleeper who has recently woken, he is tired, weak, thirsty and hungry after his long sleep. My goblin friend has cut him, this is inconveinient but he will still fetch a good price", his glance also clearly reveals that upon reflecting like this he comes to a decision.
He commands the goblin type to put away the knife and gives me a look that says - in a not particularly nasty way - that it would be stupid to try any funny stuff. I think, fair enough there will be better opportunities to escape and it seems these people want me in good shape so they will have to feed me and give me water.
The man hands me a small lizard the size and shape of a toy plastic dinosaur - which begins to lick the wound on my thumb which is bleeding. I somehow know that this is healing but also that it will keep me weak (some poison in it's saliva?) and that if I get a chance to recover properly I will have enormous strength. I resolve to take advantage of this later to get the better of them and make my escape...
There is more to this dream but my recall of it is bad and the fragments don't come together into a story... The dream fades and I wake up and try WBTB

07.01.2012

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

These are dreams I had when I had very little sleep. I started to sleep at like 10-11 PM and woke up around 2:30-ish AM. Oh well, at least I recalled something.

Dream 1:

I was carrying something that resembled those huge and wide cylinder containers. I was waiting on the walking sign to turn on so I could get to the other side of the street. When it comes on, I go forward, and then realize I want to go back to the other side for something.



I heard some DCs saying to others that they better get to the other side quickly because of some incoming truck. (I guess probably because it'll cause traffic maybe?)

Dream 2:

I'm hiding from guards, and the perspective was kind of like seeing things from a helicopter almost. I see some DC running in this area that is mostly consisted of yellow-ish grass.


Dream 3:

I'm in first person view and I'm shooting a specific kind of DC, can't remember who, but I kept failing because I restarted at the start of the dream again. I think I'm on a cargo that's moving inside some weird room. (You know like being inside a minecart and shooting things).




Then I realized I missed on shooting the right person and ended up shooting someone else. I don't know if I do it right this time, but I get out of the cargo thing and ask a group of DCs if I could kill Eva from MGS3.

I couldn't do it, felt as if that if I did, a part of me would die inside. I didn't see her anywhere near this dream, maybe a portrait of her behind the DCs in some slightly dark area.


(I just thought this pic would be perfect when I go back and glance at it later on since I had a goal that if I meet Eva, I would hate her on purpose to see if my subconscious isn't trying to fool me with a ditzy DC (but of course I would only do that as a test, I wouldn't actually hate her presence); the actual pic, Eva is asking Snake about his relationship with the boss )

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Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

It was daytime. I was with my mom, out in the middle of the street in what looked like a suburban block of houses. The houses were about average sized, or maybe even smaller than average. But this was apparently one of the blocks (in Hollywood?) famous for the movie stars who resided here.

A male celebrity had just moved in here. There were a whole bunch of people, all gathered on the sidewalk around the man's house -- which was kind of small. The people were all taking pictures of the house. I think they expected the man to come out of the house soon.

But I knew that the houses on both sides of the man were empty. To the right of the man's house, there may actually have been two empty houses.

I knew that a lot of movie stars were out of employment, and that many had had to give up their houses. This neighborhood was becoming desolate. I even wondered why the people in front of the man's house had come here, if all they really had to photograph today was this one man's house.

I started thinking that if these houses were so small, and if the neighborhood was so empty, perhaps the house prices were a lot lower. I thought that maybe if I got a job here, even if it wasn't a good job, I could afford the rent on one of these houses.

I walked down toward one of the houses on the right of the man's house. I must have been trying to see if I could get into the house. I then walked up to one of the houses on the left. I think I actually tried the doorknob on that house.

But my mom -- I think -- got my attention. I think I was trying, in front of my mom, not to look like I was thinking of moving into one of these places. My mom called me across the street, to a house we had been here to visit in the first place.

I crossed the street and walked into the house. As I did, the sky may have been getting really grey. I walked into the house, possibly with my mom.

The house was now my mom's house. I had come into the house with one of my friends. I was in the living room, by myself. My friend and my mom may have been in the dining room or the kitchen, which was separated from the living room by a dividing wall.

The living room was dim, unlit, only lit with the light coming from the dining room or kitchen. The living room may also have been really empty.

But there was an entertainment center on the wall to my right. And on that entertainment center there may have been a small pile of mail. I think I took two pieces of mail and hid them under my shirt.

I could hear my mom and my friend talking. At some point I went into the kitchen while my mom and my friend. I thought I'd join the conversation. But they'd left without my seeing them. They were now either in the living room, or standing up in a stairwell up to the second floor. The stairwell was near the entertainment center.

The dining area was kind of L-shaped. The "base" of the L had a dining table. The "side" of the L had a sofa and a kind of long coffee table. The L-shape surrounded the kitchen, which was walled off, I think, from my view.

As I sat on the couch, I could hear my mom and my friend talking. They were actually talking about what a lazy person I was. I sat, curled up on the couch, kind of feeling terrible about myself.

But, for some reason, I thought that my mom would be really impressed by this magic trick I had to show her. I pulled the two pieces of mail out from under my shirt. One envelope was white. The other was black. I thought my trick of the "magically appearing" mail would be pretty cool.

But then I realized, almost as if my friend were telling me this in my head, that my mom would be far from impressed if I pulled her stolen mail out from under my shirt. I was here -- we were both here -- to prove that we were good enough for something or other.

I sat the two pieces of mail on the coffee table, hoping that my mom wouldn't miss them on the entertainment center and would just think she'd sat them on the coffee table. I'd have sat them back on the entertainment center, except that my mom was somewhere near it right then.

Dream #2

It was night. I was standing out in front of a house in a suburban neighborhood. The front yards for these houses were huge, even though the houses themselves were of about average size or smaller.

My mom and I had just arrived, and were walking out of a pickup truck. The house we'd arrived at was set weird, like the front door was on the "right" side of the house, instead of on the "front" side, which would have faced the street. The porch light for the house was on, lighting up a really good portion of the yard with raspy, white, incandescent light.

My mom was getting me set up on the project of trimming a tree or shrub that was in "front" of the house (the side facing the street). She gave me some kind of instructions, and told me why it would be difficult for me to do this.

But before we got to work trimming the tree, my mom built -- almost instantaneously, and all by herself -- a plaster-like dome coming off of the "front-right" corner of the house. She encased us in it as she built it.

It was now built. My mom led me around a kind of dividing wall in the structure. We went through a doorway and were back in the yard. Somehow this dome separated us from the truck. My mom told me something like once I started my job, I couldn't go back, or once I started my job I couldn't go back until I'd finished the job.

I must have grabbed a pair of clippers and got to work clipping the tree. The tree was possibly a weeping cherry. It had drooping, kind of maroon-colored branches. Berries seemed to be growing off of it, more like hawthorn-berries than cherries. They were bright and red.



Hawthorn berries



Weeping cherry

But for some reason, I got distracted from this work and began to fly in the front yard. My flying was controlled by my arms, mostly by the movement of my hands. So if I lifted my hands (clenched in fists) up to my shoulders, I'd lift from the ground. If I stretched my arms way over my head, I'd fly really high. If I shifted my hands to the left or right, I'd move that way as well.

But at some point, I saw my great-grandmother (who IWL passed away a little over two years ago) sitting up really high in something like an oak tree that had no limbs until the high-up limbs in which my grandma sat.

I landed at the base of the tree and looked up to my grandma. My grandma said if I was ----- (something in reference to the cherry tree I'd been cutting), that my real concern should, then, be to trim the -----berry tree.

My grandma pointed across the street, to another tree in the front yard with the cherry tree. This tree was a lot like the tree my grandma sat in. It had bark like a pin-oak tree. But it was really tall, and it didn't have any limbs until way up high on the tree. But I knew that the branches of this tree also bore bright red, hawthorn-like berries.

I was now at the base of that tree. I may have started flying in the front yard again. But now I realized that my mom was no longer here. I may have remembered her saying that she was going to get some more tools, so she could help me trim the trees. But she hadn't come back. I decided to look for her.

I went into the house. It now turned out that I wasn't looking for my mom because she had gone missing after looking for tools. I was now looking for her because she had just come back from getting food for the family from some fast food joint, and she had forgotten to tell me and give me my food.

I saw the bags of fast food on a dining table on the right wall as I entered the house. I may also have seen some other person there, like a childhood version of my little sister. And I probably heard or saw a television blaring somewhere. Something about the atmosphere felt very frenetic.

Just to the left of the table was a door, which I knew was the door to my mother's room. I just thought I'd poke my head in there and ask if it was okay for me to get my food before I grabbed into the bags of food.

But when I opened the door, I saw some young Latino guy making out with some young woman. The guy seemed kind of upset. So I closed the door.

My mindset totally changed. It was like my mom wasn't even around anymore. I was now in this guy's house. This guy had gotten the food. I was working on this guy's trees. And he was in his room, making out with this woman. I felt ashamed for having intruded.

The man called to me from inside the room. I opened the door. The guy was still laying there, half-naked, on this woman, on a couch. He looked up toward me. He had a kind of chubby face and chubby arms. His hair was shaved pretty short. He wore black, Oakley-style sunglasses.

I asked the guy about the food. He told me, sure, just grab my stuff and some fries out of the bag, don't worry about it. After I closed the door and was grabbing my food, I heard the man say to his giggling girlfriend, "Geez. He sure works hard in asking for his food. But he doesn't work hard at any of the work I give him."

I felt bad about what the man had said. I think I felt so bad that I decided not to take any food after all.

I walked around in a room off from the living room. This room also basically looked just like a living room. But the ceilings were really high. There were family pictures dotting the walls, all the way up to the ceiling.

For some reason, I decided to start flying again. I think I had really good control over my flight now. I practiced going up and down and left and right a lot. But then I tried doing some flips. When I'd reach the ceiling, I'd flip or somersault really close to it.

Went to bed with some binaurals I got from ninjasleeper. I had very vivid dreams.

Dream 1
I was playing Star Wars Battlefront 2 with 3 of my other friends I only remember hering one of them talk though. We were Super Battle Droids on level 1 of the campaign. While I was selecting which level I wanted to play I saw that the menu looked weird, like Call of Duty as it was on the side.

We were on Mygeeto and guarding a power crystal (seeing as its the last objective) we stood there for a long time until the Clone troopers made their way through the Droid forces. The area looked more like a base than a tower holding the power source. When the troopers broke through I ran around shooting some, then running away as there were loads of Clone troopers. I remembered that there should be a reinforcement count and when I looked at the top of the screen it was there. I can't remember the number though.

I'm gueesing they won but I get a strong feeling that I died in the game ad quit after.

Fragment
I remember walking in a field near a school and seeing some of my friend run around. I remember seeing a girl chasing me, I hid in a bush and waited for her to pass. I then got out and called out to her, she came and we had sex. I don't usually find this girl attractive but we did it anyway.

I've actually not yet gone to bed tonight. Or more like "tonight". It's already morning. So let's delve into another classic. This is a short one mainly because I'm lazy. The Formula One fans here will enjoy this one. I can imagine that there's like two of you in whole Dreamviews.

Michael Schumacher Formula One Showdown
Date: April 16th 2009
Lucid: No

So I was watching Formula One on tv. Schumacher, who at the time of the dream was retired, had made a comeback to the races (as he later did irl). Barrichello was his team-mate as had been in the real-life as well. Schumacher went to the pits and there was some trouble, but they managed to deal with it and get him back on the track.

Just as Schumacher exited the pits, Barrichello smashed right into him! Schumacher's car didn't seem that damaged, but Barrichello's car was obliterated. Despite Schumacher's car being seemingly okay to go on, he parked to the trackside. Instead he jumped out of the cockpit and headed straight towards Barrichello.

It seemed like Schumacher would go to console his team-mate, but instead he grabbed Barrichello, ripped him out of his cockpit and started beating the hell out of him!

That's it. Amazing scenes. It was amusing to me when I woke up and it still is.

I had a few drinks the night before and since it's weekend, I slept at my parents' house. Therefor I didn't even try to WILD or WBTB, because I didn't think that it would work anyways. I did meditate for a short amount of time before I went to bed. (Which was at 02:00).

Dream one:
I'm walking down a long road, into a forest. At first I don't know where the road is taking me, but when I entered the forest, it hit me. My ex-girlfriend is camping in the forest with her scouting group. She and the rest of her group is about to arrive at the forest and since I'm walking on the main road, they'll probably spot me. I panic, I don't want to stalk her. So I run into the forest into an open area.

In the forest are a few buildings. Probably from the scouting group that is stationed in this forest. (Scouting groups often rent out forest space to other scouting groups to make money and to share great experiences with each other.) They spot me and throw a USB stick towards me. I'm a bit confused and conclude that they probably think that I'm a member of the scouting group that's camping there. I tell them I'm not and things get a bit more serious.

They tell me I'm not allowed to enter the forest without their permission. I apologize and tell them that I'll get out of here right away. As I walk away, I meet a woman with a broken arm. I greet her and wish her good health with her arm as she walks over a strange rock formation. She didn't understand me so I repeated myself. She smiled and thanked me. She warned me about the rock formation she was walking on, because it was hollow. I somehow thought that it would still be a good idea to walk over it.

Obviously, I crashed trough the formation and fell on the ground. There are rocks all over me as well as a metal gaze, which probably is used to stabilize the rocks. A lot of people show up to see what happened. I'm really ashamed and apologize for breaking the rock formation.

Because I fell trough the rock formation, I didn't have to go anymore. I was now invited to join some kind of competitive activity with a lot of unknown people. We all have to choose partners and I partner up with some asian guy who thinks he's really cool. We had two objectives: 1. create some kind of awesome graffiti masterpiece. and 2. collect stickers. We already had stickers, so I started on the graffiti. A lot of time passed and most teams where done when I finally finished. I can't remember what it looked like, but it kicked ass. Time for beer.

Me, the asian guy and two other persons where looking for a place to drink. We obviously weren't in the forest anymore. All the placed were closed and we arrived at the back door of a chinese restaurant. It was closed, but the rest insisted that they'd go inside to have a few drinks. I didn't understand why we would get drinks here, but I just waited to see what happened. A waiter let us in after a kept on insisting that we could go inside for drinks. Once inside there was absolutely no-one there, except for the floor above us, which looked like it was packed with drinking people. Weird.

We sat down at a bar and the waitresses told me that here was no beer left, since they were closing. Strangely enough, they were all drinking beer. I looked around if there was anything else I'd like to drink, but all I could find was potato chips. There were potato chips everywhere! And that's how the dream ended.

Dream two:
I can't remember a lot about this dream. Each friday night I'm leading a scouting group with about 14 boys and girls. It's a lot of fun and because I was at the scouting the whole evening, I dreamed about it.
I was doing some scouting related activities. With or without the children, I can't really remember. And when the children were gone, everyone was drinking a few beers (as usual). But not me, I had my parents' car with me so I wasn't allowed to drink. I like driving around, so it didn't bother me.

At the end of the night, my parents were there as well. They told me that I didn't have to drive the car, because they'd take it. All I remember next was that I was seriously pissed off at them. I really wanted to drive and it was a seriously big problem for me that I couldn't. I was really really angry (I'm almost never angry in waking life, especially not over something like this). And that's all I remember.

I am in the city centre. I'm crossing a drive when the street light turns red. I have to stop and wait. A former teacher of mine is also waiting there. He says to me that his lesson is about to begin. The light turns into green. We cross the drive. At some point I hop into a car. A friend of mine is driving. The car is very small. After some time I get on top of the car and start shouting instructions at him ("You don't drive like that!", "Don't stop here!"). I even push the car at some point. For some reason very familiar blocks seem scary. Finally my friend drives into a car park. There is a block of flats. My friend calls to a friend of his that lives in the building. They are having a party. My friend has been invited and he asks his friend if he could bring friends with him. He talks about something like three friends even though there's just me. His friend says that there would be too many people at the party then. I look at my watch. It's 19.10. I remember that I should have been at my piano lesson (which would mean that it's monday). Then I become lucid. I go to the apartment where the party is. There I decide to to one of the TotYs. I decide to do the one where you have to take a picture with that old camera. I decide to leap through the window into the 1900s, but when I'm about to jump I decide to do the one where you have to watch tv. My brother and his friend are playing Play Station on a modern television. I decide to turn that into an older one. "Look at what I'm doing!" I say to them. I point at the television very dramatically and say TADAM. A shock wave from the television throws me back and I wake up.

Nonlucid, Lucid, Partially lucid

Oct. 13, 2011
I am on a sidewalk by the street with two other people, a man and a woman. Two ghosts appear. They are the ghosts of the family of the two people. One ghost is the dad of one of the people.
I say "Why can't we see more ghosts?" as I look around.

The girl tells me that I could see the ghost of someone I knew, if I really want to. So I think about seeing my grandfather (my mom's dad) while rubbing the sides of my head.
An orangutan appears. I say "Grandpa was not an orangutan."
He waves at me and I wave back, and he vanishes.

Nonlucid, Lucid, Partially lucid

October 11, 2011

I put a large lawnmower on top of some people in a convertible. The lawnmower is not turned on. They push it over and off of them.
I begin to fly away. The people have turned into a young (pre-teen) boy, who says he is going to throw gravel at me. I tell him that the gravel is made of foam.
The kids yells "You shit doodles!" So I take him literally and I poop out drawings.

Then I have a wedgie. Now I am in some kind of business building. I say aloud that I need to go to the bathroom "to take care of this."
I go into a restroom. Two of the walls are windows through which I can see the receptionist desk.

10.07.2009

Fixing Windows (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am fixing a computer for this businessman type guy. He is a huge man, very powerful and self-assured. Looks a bit like the LE guy from the film Abre los ojos crossed with this other guy I know (big Steve).
Anyway I am at his house fixing his PC. It has a huge screen. I am thinking that there is nothing wrong with his PC, it is just that his Windows install has rotted and I am thinking "bloody typical" etc. Anyway, I fix it and go to tell him it is all fixed.
He is in his living room watching tv. He is wearing some kind of mask (a bit like the mask the guy at the end of Morrowind wears). He starts to lecture me on business - how to network, take advantages of opportunities & stuff. I think he is acting like a bit of a nutter the way he is speaking. I do a RC but I notice how realistic the mask he is wearing is and think "there is no way I am dreaming but this guy is definnitely not for real - [duh!]"
He starts to tell me about his collegue who set himself up as a PC repair man with some kind of stall in a mall or something - he is being very forceful. He starts to tell me about some other pc of his that keeps having problems with the regional settings and I am glad to get out of there and start fixing it for him. His son shows me where his other PC is....

10.07.2009

Town Night Adventure (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am wandering around this strange yet familiar town. It is night. The town is like London or Bristol. Big Victorian town houses.
I have knocked on a friends door (Belinda) and we have gone out for a nightime walk. There is a sense of adventure - we are hiding from something or someone, a group of people? that is roaming/hunting the streets. We find a good place to rest up - looks as if it might be overlooked and is quite defensible - an alley with iron railings. Then I realise that my companion(s) have gone off somewhere else and I am alone. I think to look for them but I have no idea which way they went. There is no sense of fear, more of exitement....

01/06/12

Note: I will continue to keep this streak going, moving now to 4 days of consistent entries. This time I had a dream, but a nonsensical one, but I said I would post those, so here it is.

Persistent Memories
I am at James' house, he is my ex-boyfriend. I look around and I see no sign of Tina, who is the woman he dumped me off in favor of. I am in James' bedroom and we are both sitting on his bed. He is showing me a collection of weapons he has gathered over the years. Some of them are swords, some are knives, some are guns. I am getting bored with this, but I try to be interested. I notice he is pointing one of the guns at me. I tell him not to do that, even if he thinks it's not loaded it could go off. He says he wouldn't pull the trigger by accident… and then pulls the trigger. A small projectile pops out of the gun and bounces off of my arm. It is about the size of a pencil eraser and soft. I realize he is pointing a toy gun at me, it is only a replica of a more dangerous gun. He fires several more of the projectiles at me, it tickles a bit and I laugh. I realize I have been at James' all day and I need to get home. For some reason he has to take me home. I am riding in the back of his pickup truck with a couple of hobos, the window on the back of the cab is open. I ask why the hobos are back there and he says they're there just in case the truck gets stuck, they can push it out of the mud. I look at the sky and see no sign of rain, but I don't question it any further. We get to my house and I get out of the truck. James gets out and gives me a hug and a kiss, tells me he loves me. Something is wrong with that… it sounds hollow to my ears even though I'm not lucid and I have no memory of what happened in my waking life. He says he will talk to me later before getting in the truck and leaving. I find myself thinking he doesn't love me… I must have remembered just a bit of my waking life.

I've been having these awful nightmares for the last two weeks or so and they went from bad to worse. At first it was just language like symbol pattern that clouded my subconscious like a thick fog. On the other side were terrifying images of demons attacking and feeding on my closest of friends.
I also saw a girl I knew that killed herself five years ago for unknown reasons. In the nightmare I saw her, only she looked like she had still been aging as thought she hadn't died. She has blood around her mouth and pooling from her eyes. She kept saying something in a possessed voice. Something that sounded like a warning.
That was a week ago...
Since then I've been seeing her sitting or standing just at the corner of my vision. Just after I would look to where she was, she would disappear. The moment I lost sight of her I would get an intense migraine and see the symbols and her her voice is that haunting voice.
Just yesterday I glanced at my desk chair and thought I saw someone sitting in it. When I looked again I saw Her. She was shivering and held my knife that was sitting next to my bed. She unsheathed it and just as I was forming the words "Don't do it!" she slices a large cut in her neck.
Then I heard her voice, this time in English as she vanishes. Her voice sounds like a sweet whisper in my ears. "Don't stop the fight. Just keep your friends few and close. Be prepared for the coming year."
Just after the voice stopped I felt a searing pain in my head and I blacked out for about two hours.
I think I know what she's talking about "be prepared." I'm not sure I should post what I think she means, but I will be doing some research of my own. That might include... let's just say it ain't gonna be pretty if my theory IS correct. I pray to God that I'm dead wrong. Time will tell.