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I've begun keeping this journal here so I can have a place online where I can evaluate my dreams and never lose them. I'm grateful to have this format.

I wrote this immediately after waking up from a dream that seemed to last all night and consisted of a single long adventure. These long adventure dreams are the sorts of things I will be recording, because I find them most interesting. This dream is recorded in great detail because it has several themes, characters, and elements in it which I have dreamed about before.

My dream started with classic dream-disorganization. Myself and current friends of mine entering an art store, and walking around browsing. At one point all of the other friends disappeared and I found myself with my best friend from highschool, KT, who I regret long years of distance with in real life. We had some goal in mind, something we wanted to learn or gain, and we went down a rickety spiral staircase into the basement where there was a hallway like in a hospital, badly lit. A receptionists table was near one wall with a door behind it, and a skeptical middle aged nurse sat behind it. We told her we were scientists here to check on the 'young man' and she let us enter behind her into a sickroom.

The sickroom was purple in tone, either because of the dim lighting or because all of the lavish furniture was deep purple blue in hue. I knew in my mind that we were here to gain something from a ridiculously rich and sick young man. He lay in his silken sheets, sweating and seemingly unconscious. He was extremely attractive, with wild curly brown hair, looking like no one I'd ever seen in real life. KT climbed on the bed and shook his shoulder, and I went to his other side. He woke up and looked at us and we reassured him. I offered him water which he doused himself with instead of drinking, and we began nursing him back to health. This part of the dream I hardly recall, but it seemed that through this interaction I gained an invitation to his home.

How I got there and why my friend KT was no longer with me, I don't know. But I was inside a house larger and more expensive then I could ever dream of entering, indeed larger then I believe they even make mansions in real life. It was like a castle and a house at the same time. Even though I'd been invited I felt intrusive, and his family treated me with disdain. I realized I'd seen his mother before in another dream, a crotchety short wrinkled woman with long flaxen hair. She was superior to me and I treated her with the same attitude that Elizabeth Bennet treated Catherine de Bourghe. She told me to await her upstairs in the attic with one of her attendants, and so up I went. In the dream even though I am named Hannah in real life, I called myself Amaranth which is the name I gave a character of mine in a game, and I assume throughout the dream I felt I was her. Everyone addressed me as Amaranth.

Upstairs I again saw a recurring theme of mine, something I commonly come across, a room with pianos in it. The attic had many curiosities, but I saw only the back to back uprights, and the smaller more vintage upright. Apparently some sort of event was going on downstairs so her attendant, a very friendly young man who seemed to like me, told me it wouldn't be wise to make a lot of noise. I asked him if the vintage piano was soft enough to play and he said perhaps. I played a little of Guitare by Cecily Chaminade, which I learned in real life just yesterday.

I'm not sure what set it off. Something happened or my perception of my environment changed drastically. I don't remember how it happened, but basically the young man was furious with me and the attendant for some reason. We'd done something wrong, and the dream was now full of a sense of danger.

This is where things began to be very linear, with almost no elements changing, and the adventure began. I knew that he and his two young friends (more like cronies/servants) were very powerful, and coming to kill or capture us for some purpose. We locked ourselves in one of their opulent bathrooms but knew they were more then capable of throwing the door down. I declared I wouldn't be trapped, and I tried to open a few windows. Most were too small but one I could fit through. Beneath that window there was a roof, and a large very average suburban neighborhood stretched out past that point, with empty grassy lots, long wide roads, and a dilapidated feeling to everything that was nearly post-apocalyptic. The fact that this enormous mansion existed in this weird poor town never registered as odd to me.

I was out the window, I was on the roof, and another recurring element took place. I began to run with tremendous speed and power, jumping and leaping the span of whole buildings, landing with agility from distances I would ordinarily never be able to survive. This superhuman speed and climbing ability is something that occurs in dreams where I feel I'm being chased. The ability to climb like a spider has gotten me out of many sticky dream situations. But it seemed that in this dream, I wasn't the only one. The two cronies were sent after me, and they were nearly as fast and agile as me. One man in particular was close on my heels. I managed to make enough distance that he couldn't see me anymore. I scaled a building rapidly, and opened a window into a home.

A cheaply furnished bedroom with an old table and couch, an old naked couple lounging together on the sofa. I saw it for only a moment before I decided I didn't care about their privacy and jumped in the window and ran into the adjoining room, a bedroom. The ground was littered with blankets. I threw a window open, then covered myself in the sheets and waited. I tried to catch my breath and be quiet, but it seemed impossible. The sureness that I would be discovered grew. And sure enough, the blanket was torn off and I retreated into a corner as the man who was on me heels stood over me. It seemed his intention was dirty as he leered at me, and I knew he planned to do something to me, probably rape me. He took out a cigarette case and tried to light one, but it lit wrong and he burned himself. I laughed at him and he looked annoyed and turned away to light another. I took the opportunity to leap up and through another door into the couples bathroom, throw the window open, and leap onto another roof.

The chase continued in this way for a while, sailing through weedy fields. At one point I encountered a pine tree of monstrous proportion, which at the time I didn't find odd but which I now know is a kind of giant non-existent tree I've dreamed of before in other dreams where I can leap and climb. Finally it seemed I'd come full circle somehow, I ran past the mansion again just as the cronie tripped and fell and failed to get up. At this exact moment the young man and his family were leaving the house, and seeing me whiz by must have infuriated him. I knew then with a sense of impending doom that he was far more powerful then me. I knew that he could not only leap and climb, but he could fly, which I could not. I knew he'd come for me, I ran as fast as I could. I lept above some old buildings and tried to fly, but only managed to float for all my effort, making myself an easy target.

I turned in the air and saw him streaking towards me across the sky, breaking the sound barrier in a white billowing smoke around his arms and legs. I could make out his victorious grin. He slammed into me and then into a dilapidated building. I 'blacked out' as far as you can when your already unconscious. When I awoke I couldn't move and my upper body was covered with long cuts and gouges as if the fabric of my muscles were shaken and torn along the ligaments. I bled and sat on the ground. I felt no pain, I almost never dream of pain, but I couldn't move. We were in a strange wooden structure with long moldy burgers on the ground and nothing else. He sat down, apparently planning to mock me in my weak state, and started telling me a story. "How would you feel if you came in here, and knew that not only were these burgers long dead, but so were the people serving them." After which I can't remember the rest of the conversation, and my alarm woke me up.

It may not seem like much of an adventure, but this singular situation with this boy felt like it lasted all night, though no doubt I dreamed something else earlier and don't recall. My dream journal in the future may be a bit shorter, it's just that this one lasted so long.

10/15/2014
"Mercenaries, Wolves and Savages"

Spoiler for Short Version!:

Summary:
From out of the frying pan and into the fire. I found myself trying to escape a military facility. After fighting my way passed the soldiers and their arms; as well as a pack of feral wolves; I wound up being chased by indigenous people, living in a huge hole in the earth, whose most treasured artifact I had the overwhelming urge to steal on my way to safety.

There was a vast military facility, set in a rocky, mountain terrain. An acquaintance and I were seemingly prisoners or captives on this base, and were sneaking around the yard in an attempt to make our escape. Our captors were more ruthless mercenaries than your standard soldier, and we knew that being caught again would mean certain death.

It didn't take long for the base to go on alert, upon realizing we were no longer where we should have been. Everywhere, squads of these men were mobilizing and searching frantically for us. One the closest end of the base was a wall with a framework of openings, but on the other side was a wide-open clearing, for miles. We could already hear the helicopters beginning to circle. We would be sitting ducks out there. The only way to safety would be to make it across the compound and to the opposite side, where the geographic conditions were much more conducive to escape.

Unable to keep ourselves hidden for much longer, we soon found ourselves sprinting and scrambling through the yard, dodging machine gun fire so close that I could actually feel the bullets tearing through my clothing and brushing my skin at times. Turning a corner - after having lost my companion, somewhere in the fray - I saw a large, metallic object wheeling itself around a nearby building. It was a tank, and the turret was already beginning to rotate in my direction. I broke into a lateral sprint, running as fast as I could, toward the closest structure. It was one of those moments where time stands still, and you're in just such utter terror that you are absolutely, positively sure you are going to die.

I heard the tank fire the shot, just before I was able to reach the corner. Luckily, the shell flew just a few feet behind me. I could sense it as it passed me before exploding, harmlessly, about a dozen yards away.

Still on the run, I happened upon an enormous crevice that led down into the ground, just outside of the military compound. It was a great gash in the earth, about the length of a large yacht, and it was apparently the entrance to a network of caverns which stretched deep below the surface. I climbed down to lower passageways and attempted to wait out my pursuers, thinking that I might have enough concealment down here to successfully get away. Then, I saw a silhouette on the wall. It was a wolf. A very large wolf. It was sniffing its way around toward me, but I was out of its line of sight and it hadn't yet noticed me.

Quietly, I began climbing back up toward the surface, out of the path of this beast, and started to weigh my dwindling options. Poking my head just above the surface, I was met not with the automatic weapons of the mercs that I believed were still searching for me, but with the sight of about five more wolves, sprinting down out of the nearby mountains and directly toward me at breakneck speed.

Frantically, I slid back down into the crevice and to the lower level. The wolf was there waiting, and I ended up having to fend him off with my hands, grabbing his snout as he lunged and grappling with him just long enough to slip away before the others could descend into the cavern behind me. (I think I killed it, but I'm not sure.)

Continuing further and further down, and just as I was beginning to feel that I had rid myself of the ferocious wolves, I found myself dropping into a wide open 'room' within the cavern. It was about the size of the underwater cavern in my dream from yesterday. This time, though...it was full of people. Primitive, indigenous people, who seemed as though they had been living here for eons. A lost civilization. And they all immediately stopped what they were doing and stared directly at me.

I was standing on some kind of pedestal or shrine, and surrounded by precious artifacts. The centerpiece immediately caught my eye: a large, gem-encrusted plate, in the shape of a skull, which looked like it had come straight out of an Indiana Jones movie. Suddenly, the air turned hostile, and this entire tribe began converging angrily upon me. I was off, again, instinctively grabbing up the skull-shaped relic and dashing off of the pedestal, running through the caves while they gave chase. Some of the natives also dealt in magic, because the last thing I remember is hoping from ledge to ledge while a handful of them threw glowing, blue spells at me, which exploded into bright splashes of hot liquid.

I don't think they ever caught me, though!