I was in Oia, finding Plague (from Good Omens). When we found him, we took him with us. J and T were there, as well as Famine (also from Good Omens) and two dogs. The dogs got lost between Oia and the factory. We were driving a golf cart, and I desperately needed to find B to give her a blood transfusion. She was in a factory/warehouse setting, with an upper catwalk and a lower courtyard. The lower courtyard was full of convicts at work and we had to make our way through without angering or upsetting anyone. Once we had navigated the courtyard, I was upstairs with two (for lack of a better word) leprechauns. One was trying to prevent me from reaching B, and one was fighting for me to get through. Eventually, I was able to slip past them and reach B, who was in a veterinary clinic and needed blood, as she was giving it to someone else. I was worried because I didn't know my blood type and I was afraid she wouldn't be able to take my blood, but the doctor who was on hand reassured me and hooked me up to the machine. Then I woke up.
07/19/10 I contemplate world domination/destruction. Fortunately for the planet, I still can't teleport. Note: As of July 21, this is no longer true. Watch out, world. I look down at my right hand and count my fingers. "One. Two. Three. Fourfivesixseveneightnine." I get distracted and start counting off random numbers, but I'm lucid by this point, and looking around. Dream goals... right. I wanted to go to Walmart and open a portal to hell. No reason, I just thought it would be fun. I try to shift to a new location, attempting to bring my companion along. I wake up in bed. Except for the part where I'm still dreaming. I know it automatically, but I still do a quick count of my fingers. The ring and pinky fingers are alternately multiplying and fading out of existance, so that's normal. I "wake up" again, but I still know I'm dreaming. I go outside and decide to along the sidewalk at a sprint, just to see how fast I can go. I run up a hill that doesn't exist in real life, surprised that I can actually feel a physical drag slowing me down. I consider the possibility of using running as a reality check. Fragments: I'm driving a Bentley. I'm either Crowley or Aziraphale from Good Omens. Something about one-ways and suburbs. Or maybe that's Suburban (the truck). I can't read my writing. I find my keys. They're hanging from the doorknob of my bedroom. False Awakenings. Scare Factor: 1. I wake up. My keys are still missing. Damn you for giving me hope, Id.
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