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I'm wading through icy water, tracking someone down. It's dark, the water looks black, and there's this mist in the air, I can't see very far. There's bodies floating in the water, wrapped in cloth. There's another man here with me, he calls me by the name of Logan. I'm focused on the dampness in the air - it caused problems earlier when we couldn't get a fire to catch.

Thinking about fire makes me see another time, standing in a large stone hall, standing off to the left of the woman presiding over some ceremony, having to remain still throughout her speech, wearing armor, uncomfortable. There were rows of people arranged in front of us, and as she called each of them up she'd hand them a lit candle, symbolic, but I was looking at those candles and thinking of them as never enough to hold off the chill.

Back in the icy water, we've found the person we were looking for in a little area surrounded by bare trees. He's standing off to one side and watching an old woman perform some kind of ceremony, something like a funeral for the old ruler here - I have a vague impression of something strung up among the trees, either the last ruler's bones themselves or at least something representing them. She knows who we are. She tells me that just because I've killed the old ruler, that doesn't make this place mine. The territory is passed down through the blood, and there's still someone with the elf blood to inherit it - the man we've been tracking down. He's not related to the old ruler, and he's more human than anything else, as is she, but that doesn't matter; this territory will remain in the hands of his people, not mine.

The man in question objects to this - this is a situation being forced on him. He tells me he's sorry. The guy who'd tracked him down with me makes some sarcastic comment, telling him to quit the humble act; but I believe him, this isn't something he'd wanted. Nonetheless, the old woman's in the right; there's nothing I can do here, we've lost. I tell him it's all right. It's only when I speak and hear the tone in my voice that I (the dreamer side of me) realize he and I (the character side of me) had been sleeping together; we're most likely going to have to end that now.

The old woman resumes her ceremony, now involving him. It doesn't take long, just a few words. There's a wreath of pale yellow flowers which he accepts from her; as soon as the ceremony's done he drops it and it falls apart in the water. I'm thinking of the moment I first met him, when he'd been locked up in a cell.

10/23* indoor sports again. This time indoor soccer I scored a goal vs 2 other players but they said no it didn't go in I say but wait the ball won't even fit all the way inside the small goal and I demonstrated that it went in through the front of the goal just couldn't go all the way in because the goal was too small. Now if it came from the side hit the post or side netting then I would not have counted it.
Huge game bureau or cabinet I remember there was a ping pong drawer which probably has ping pong balls in it and to the right of that was a drawer with a change machine, a way to get change I assume for any games that require coin operation there were other drawers labeled as well. This bureau became my wife's grandmother's bureau of stuff. She's close to passing away in waking life. Inside there are stacks of 1 yen bills on one of the shelves and my wife says yes there's like ten thousand yen in there. The stacks look uncirculated and perhaps in sequential order . Supposedly they're from the 70's. I tell my wife that they're worth more than that probably. My wife tells her mother and my son who is sitting on a couch facing away from the Bureau says shhh, she will spend it all. I think hmm is my son worried about inheritance? My wife tells her mother and her mother points to a zip lock bag full of a couple of wads of euros. My wife says no
the yen's. I wake up.
Fragment: perhaps a false memory of a break in to the back area of a garage. The house is different, a ranch style home but the garage is on the left like IWL. I wake up lying in bed thinking about why some short term memories come through to our dreams? And how some dreams are influenced by that very day's events. I wonder if it could be like one theory holds that dreams are part of the filing away of memories process. Perhaps during the filing away of the memory it gets included in our dream. That day I was watching a news story about a neighborhood that was having a lot of burglaries but the culprits were caught on surveillance camera.
I guess this would be a fragment because I do not remember how the dream started but I have a sneaking suspicion that I was lucid or semi-lucid before becoming lucid at the end. A guy and myself are escaping from group of pursuers and he is leading the way we come into some kind of warehouse and he walks up to a wall and it becomes a device that looks kind of like an elevator he pushes a buttonthe door opens I look inside and there are golden grid lines in an otherwise black void I follow him inside the door closes behind us and I wonder if anyone else got through that was chasing us. I realize I am dreaming as I seem to be zooming through space or perhaps a wormhole at very high speed and then all the sudden I'm shaken and I am just sitting there in a void of black, the shake and perhaps also the starkness of the surrounding is probably what woke me up and I'm back in bed.

Today I had a dream that is resonating in me. I know I have had this first part of the dream before, though I must have forgotten it because I don't have any memory of the last time I had it. In this dream I am a tough princess who has lost her kingdom to an invasion. I am also not myself, I look different and have a different personality. This is an elaborate dream and is very long so I will put out parts. Here is a map of the layout of the house for reference if you want, because I will mention places in the house and it's so fresh in my memory I can put it down. I will also mention that I knew I was dreaming but felt no desire to control anything because I was interested in letting this dream play out. Click the image to make it bigger.

Spoiler for house layout:

The part I have had before: It starts where I am standing in the main room of a house that I procured for me and the rest of the people that escaped the kingdom with me. There is me, my best friend from real life playing the part of one of my best friends, another girl who is my other best friend and kind of resembles my real best friend but she does not exist in real life, a young blond kid with an army hair cut who looked about 16 and troubled, and a body guard/ warrior who had protected me while we escaped. We had received word that one of my fathers court had also survived and he was making his way to us. He was also the only person who had the ability to to verify my inheritance. The last time I saw him he had put the slip in my hand that verified my inheritance but he had forgot to sign it. I was listening to my two friends talk about him, apparently they remembered that they had had a crush on him, when he arrived. I met him at the door and instantly took notice that he was very handsome. He brought his things in and settled into his room (im not sure where his room was. I'm guessing he just stayed in the bottom right corner of the house next to the sitting rooms table), while I walked around the house. I walked up to him after he was done and welcomed him. I got the sense that he liked me by the way he smiled at me and his body language while he thanked me and said he was happy to see me again.

I was feeling light and happy, like how any girl feels when she's just got swept away by a handsome, charming, man and I was strolling slowly up the small walkway through the house when I herd giggling coming from my other best friends room. I looked in and saw the new guy kissing on the neck of my other best friend and grinding his crotch against hers while she sat on the edge of her bed. My happy feelings instantly turned into disappointment and I sped up my walking until I reached the meeting room. My best friend noticed how I looked crest fallen and asked what was wrong so I told her what had happened. She took on a look of disappointment as well and she told me she had also hoped that he had liked her. We sat there talking about how much of a lucky skank our other best friend was when the body guard came in and said it was time to take the slip to a place to get it exchanged for my inheritance.

We all walked there together, the whole time I ignoring the new guy and how my other friend was staring at him dreamily. I noticed that I also had this odd feeling, like a haze of badness was hanging over us. We reached the place and I handed the slip in. Once it was out of my hand the bad haze went away, then returned again when they handed me a check with my inheritance. I remember it was a lot of money but I can't remember exactly how much it was. The whole time I was waiting for my check I noticed the new guy was staring at me with an interested look on his face. This confused me, but I ignored it and walked back home with everyone else.

I was sitting at table in my room, feeling depressed, when I got a strange feeling I was being watched. I looked out my door into the sitting room to see the blond teen sitting at the sitting room table, staring at me with a creepy look on his face. I kept going back and forth from looking at him to staring down at the table when he got up and sat down on the other chair at my table. He told me how he watched me often and that he was interested in me. As he explained this he scooted his chair closer and leaned toward me, which made me uncomfortable. I told him I wasn't interested but he wouldn't hear it. He got even closer and started to stroke my arm slowly while telling me how beautiful I was and I repeated that I didn't see him the same way and I was not interested. He got a dark look on his face and got so close his body was almost pressed against mine, his face inches away while he put his arm around me and started groping me with his other hand. I tried to shove him away and told him to leave me alone but he just kept going and I started to scream at him to stop while I tried to struggle away. I thought he was going to take it farther, I remember wishing the new guy would help me, partly because my character wanted him to and partly because I already sort of knew what was going to happen next because I had this dream before, when suddenly he stormed in and tore the teen off of me. He told him never to touch me again and if he ever saw his face around here he would make him sorry. The teen ran from the house and we never saw him again.

After the teen left the new guy turned to ask me if I was OK. I asked why did he care and he said he felt protective of me, his face had a look of longing for me. My face got hot, and I started to figure that what had happened with him and my other friend was just a fluke when I noticed the body guard standing in the sitting room, watching us with a sad look on his face. Well, when I say noticed, I mean with my senses. I didn't see him physically, I felt he was there. I could feel his sadness emanating from him.

I'm going to end it here because I feel this is already long and I don't want to annoy people, pluse this is the entirety of the part of the dream I have had before and the next part will be a continuation that is new to me. The next part will be out soon for anybody who wants to read more I hope you keep reading, this dream is one of the long, elaborate ones that I rarely get.

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