Musicale

A large group of people, including me and my family, are going to battle. We are on a cliff, and far below us is a rapidly flowing river. Across the river on a cliff opposite us is the enemy. I have several wooden spears which I throw with all my might, but fall short of their destination and into the water. Frustrated, I pick up a bow and arrow. I have trouble loading the arrow, so I duck down for protection as sharp objects come showering down around me. Soon I am ready to shoot, but I never get the chance. A dark, strong man whose face I never get a good look at is on our side of the cliff, even though I know he is the enemy. He's asking around, and looking for certain people but I don't understand why. He finds Hiro Nakamura (I was watching Heroes last night), and starts stabbing and slashing at him with his sword. Hiro's terrified screams leave me paralyzed and unable to think. This happens to be a very inconvenient moment for my mind to go blank, because the man stands up and walks toward me. He stops right in front of me, and looks down. I realize I'm the person he's looking for, but when I deny it he turns to my sister. He draws his sword, and when I realize what he's about to do, I rush over to her and beg the man to take me instead. I can't let my sister get hurt; especially not because of me. His response to my begging is, "You'll do." His words bring me relief, and then horror as I realize what's about to happen to me. He makes me lie on my stomach and then I feel the sword cutting through my arm. The feeling is not painful, but more of a cool, tingling, burning feeling. I decide that the knife must be so sharp I can barely feel it. It's still not a pleasant experience at all and I'm relieved when the man leaves. I go into the bathroom and start speaking french. A lady is in there, and gives me a funny look. The bathroom is bright, neat and cheerful with walls that are painted red. I see a mirror in front of me, but I don't look into it because I don't want to see my injured arm. I worry that if I see the extent of the damage, then I will start to feel the pain that should come with it.

I am in a gorgeous mansion, but I need to find my way out. I walk down hallways, up stairs, around corners and into new and unfamiliar rooms. I walk up an ornate, wooden stair case to the landing above. The walls are a faint mint green, and the wooden floor beneath me is a deep, rich chocolate color. A young boy I do not recognize is standing there. He follows me throughout the house as I grow more and more desperate and puzzled in this seemingly unending maze of doors and staircases. As I walk down one particularly long and narrow staircase, I see a kitchen ahead of me, and I am able to control how it looks. I make it messy and old; The paint on the walls is cracked and peeling, and an old wooden table is piled high with junk. All of a sudden, I become lucid, realizing that something is very odd about all of this. I take a few steps forward then turn around slowly to take in the room. All I see is a blur of color; reds, oranges, yellows and blues. I turn a corner and see another stair case. At the top of this one is a very familiar looking girl. I know I need to get to her, but she is moving very quickly so I decide to fly up the stairs because I am dreaming. I close my eyes and focus all my attention on flying. I shoot up into the air, but begin to sink down towards the floor just before I reach the top of the staircase. The girl has disappeared, and I am falling quickly towards the floor. The harder I try to stop myself the faster I fall.