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Two fragments of Jamie.

Dream 1

I just remember Jamie was around. I can't recall what the dream was about.

Dream 2

Jamie talking to some guy. She seemed to be flirting with him. She said something about a husband?

Woah, what? I mean that would explain the silence. I don't why I'm not even worth an explanation. Or " worth the effort". As she once put. I guess I'm not.

Dexter again

I'm on season 4 already. Just dreamed that Dexter and the Trinity killer were talking to one another.. They seemed really close that's it.

I am at the county fair. A group of close friends is with me for some time and we purchase ice cream and other treats. It is hot out and there is a car crash down the road. I distinctly remember my bright green shirt and messy hair, the way I stepped over the blazing blacktop. Noon was born and I retreat to the horse barn, evading the heat. I am alone and before me is a large blank door. As I step inside, I descend many wooden stairs into many strange chambers made entirely of wood. I find electric saws, hammers, other woodworking tools all about. I find devices of torture and tables used for such, but empty and unused.

I find what appears to be an underground village, and the people there were welcoming and kind to me. They seem civilized and I remember their warm hearts. I exit the village and return to the horse stables, then move back to the centermost part of the fair. It is evening now and the sun is setting. The sky is red with dusk and blooms purple in its far reaches. The crowd thins, I see marauders in the distance wearing masks, mugging the innocent. I evade this and slink to the shadows, fleeing cowardly.

After wandering hopelessly for some time, I return to the village. As I find it this time, it is different. The nice people I remember are all gone, and several were hanging just beyond me. There, viper-like ropes clenched their throats and their bodies swayed. In horror and shock, I move along and find the remnant of the people. They are all dressed in police uniforms, yet I know in my heart that they are not who they say they are. There is a woman leading them. She is short with slightly wavy dark blonde hair. Her skin is pale and she has emerald eyes and wears gray formal attire and high heels. She is middle aged, perhaps older, in her sixties. She is cruel and frightening in every sense and has many, many people hanged. I see now that the masked marauders I had witnessed earlier begin to drag people in from the outside and torture them on long wooden tables. Work saws tear them apart and nails are driven into their skulls. One man is fed to a rabid horse. A pregnant woman has her stomach torn open and her unborn fetus baby is ripped out and devoured by a plethora of swines. There are demonic creatures walking in the halls in the distance, and I can hear them laughing malevolently.

I meet this woman, and her name is Dianne. I have never met her in the real world. She describes to me that she is in charge. I agree and begin to compliment her appearance, saying "what lovely hair you have", "what nice clothing you wear," and make an attempt to give her a great image of myself. Perhaps I may rank highly among these people, work alongside her. It was either this or die. I could do nothing. I had no choice. It was a psychopath's wonderland.

I point out to her who new targets should be, I show her who would be valuable assets to her. I help her find innocent, weak people to kill. I don a swine's face and wear it as a mask as I slip to and fro among the darkness and in the thick of night, kidnapping as I will, and massacring the populous. As I return, I am high in ranking and Dianne is appreciative of me, yet I am still new and she still attempts to frighten me and does succeed. She leads me to a large barn in the village. We stop at the door and she looks at me with a malicious smile. "I must warn you, inside you will see lots of violence, nudity, and sexual situations. Are you alright with this?" she asks me.

I nod and reply, "I can handle it."

"Okay," she said. "Follow me."

We move inside, accompanied by a few of her lackeys in their police uniforms. The first alleys of the building are filled with cells upon cells which hold captive live, unharmed humans. They are clothed and not touched harmfully yet, but are distraught and wailing. They are scared beyond compare and crying, begging release and mercy. They are all female. I finally realize that one of these captives is my own mother, and her face arranges hope as she sees me. She is on her knees in a tiny cage, just under another and flanked by even more. She begs silently, using only her facial expressions, for me to release her. To protect the both of us I must remain silent and pretend as though I do not know her, but my heart aches and I feel as though I could explode. My eyes want to stream a waterfall, but I must suppress my sorrow or risk death.

As we move through the rest of the building, I see grotesque experimentations. There are humans mixed with various farm animals. I see naked humans with horse heads, some with cow hooves, some with goat heads. Some are women with the rumps of pigs and some are men with the testicles of bulls. Some have sallow greenish, brownish, or grayish skin. There are bones nailed to some of the walls and I see authorized personnel leading normal humans to troughs where they are slaughtered and fed to these hybrid beasts. Women with the heads of pigs tear apart innocent human women and devour them. I vividly remember the blood and innards that were poured over the pavement at feeding time. Dianne during this time was happy and pleased. I watched as some of the personnel in uniform molested and engaged in other sexual interactions with the hybrid beasts. I remember wanting to divert my eyes, but could not out of fear. I wanted to please Dianne, so I pretended to love all of this, and that seemed impossible. There were times I even stepped into stables with the horse-women and laid my hands on them, even though I was terrified. I touched their bare bodies with my bare hands.

In the end, I was given my own uniform and told to work the building. As Dianne and I neared the door which we entered through, I spotted my mother again. There were no personnel around and I saw my chance. I pushed Dianne and broke down the cage door to my mother's cell, picked her up, and began on a mad dash to the door. The doors moved past me and all grew silent except for the sound of my crying, my pain, my heaving as I trekked across the ground with mother in my arms. Finally, an end did come.

I'm reading cards for an off-duty cop or detective - it's about his case, and it's not official. The Hermit - that's the criminal. The Emperor - that's him. And then a minor card that indicates cooperation between the two of them, and things going smoothly.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm talking to this alien I'm traveling with and my first instinct is to call her Red - she's red from head to toe - but I stop and think about how nicknames work in alien cultures. Best case scenario, everyone's going to wind up calling me Pink, not sure I'm up for that. Me and another alien head outside on some errand, crossing this huge field, and as we're walking I ask him about nicknames. He says, "You don't want to say my name?", and I don't know how to interpret his tone - maybe bewildered, maybe hurt, maybe I've just accidentally proposed marriage, I don't know. We're still crossing the field, but we've wound up walking on top of/sliding down a pile of giant, motionless serpents.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

There are these people trapped in a cabin on a mountain by a group of killers, and they're wondering if their two friends who left earlier made it off the mountain okay. The scene changes to a group of people standing around a car parked near the base of the mountain, across a field of tall grass - the killers, a 'family.'

I switch to the POV of the father figure of the group, and I'm looking at the two young boys with us who are new to the family, keeping an eye on them. Not too worried though. Someone spots a figure moving out of the forest and into the field - the figure shouts to us when she sees us, waves her arms to get our attention. I'm thinking, huh, we missed one. We'd found a guy in the forest earlier, I hadn't realized there was still another one out there. That was sloppy.

Me and those two boys go to meet her, and she starts talking about how she needs a lift. Walking her back towards the car, we get to the part of the field near the road where the tall grass is all flattened down from what we'd done earlier, and there are a few things, plastic bags and such, scattered around on the ground. She's looking at the things on the ground and looking a little uncomfortable, she asks what we were doing out here. Having a picnic, one of the boys says. The rest of us laugh. It's technically true.

This was a bad, and scary dream... I was walking through some sort of mansion or castle or something, like a big house. I was running from something and I ran and hid in a room, but could still see into the hallway. A door then opened in the hall that I could see, and about 5-7 people came out into the hallway. They all had weapons, and seemed evil. But they also seemed kinda stupid because they didn't even bother to look into the room that I was in. One eventually did. A woman, who I guess kind of looked like my mom. I remember being back up against a section of the wall that had a window on it where I was, and the woman hit me with something that was a long piece of cylindrical wood with multiple and long sharp spikes coming out of 2 sides of it. I got hit in the left side of my neck with it hard, and didn't feel pain exactly, but I "felt" it. It felt like I was dying a few seconds after I was hit, and that the dream would end. But it didn't, and I came back to life. This happened multiple times before I started to realize I was invincible. Even so, after every time I was hit, I got that "dying" feeling. Then she got a bit of an attitude and stuck the weapon in the left side of my neck and jammed some other sharp object in the other side of my neck. I didn't die after that either. In fact, I actually escaped and ran down the hallway and then the dream ended.

This was a bad dream and all, but it was definitely interesting.

I rate this bad dream 4/5 awesome dances.

Well i'm gonna warn you that this is the longest I have had so far and is gonna be a LOT of words. Before you read this understand that i'm not racist against anybody (i'm black but everybody says I act white, but I can't help it)

Well i'm looking for something near some bushes in front tree's that divide lawn's between some of my neighbors house. Anyway, there are some vicious dogs behind the trees, on a chain. So we are looking in the bushes and we see simething move and everyone but me jumps, and we are laughing because the oldest person out of us was scared the most. So we continue looking in the bushes for some unknown item. Then we hear a loud chain rattle like the dogs were moving towards us and everybody, i mean everybody jumps and runs away as fast as humanly possible. I jumped (and when I jump in a dream I go literally miles into the air and i don't know why I didn't see this as a reality check and fly away) like miles into the air and looked down (i have a fear of heights) and almost had a heart attack because the logical part of my brain kind of woke up and I thought I was gonna break my ankles when I landed. I was looking over the entire neighborhood like floating through the air, it was basically jumping at an angle so I glided over the neighborhood. Now that I think of it, it was exciting and AWESOME. For some reason after I landed the first time I jumped again even though their was no threat. I noticed while I was jumping the group I was with was saying I must have been really scared because I was still in the air. After a while I just ended up at my grandma's house. I was near her room and my aunt is talking to my grandpa and when I walk up to them and he tells me one of my girl (notice the space) friend's has sexy curves. I told him that if he was to come near her she would kill him with a fiery passion. My aunt tells me to go do something, so I walk away and I hear her go outside. I then open the door to be nosy and see what they're doing but she's behind the door sitting in a chair and says "What are you doing" so I say "sorry i'm nosy as eff and I had to come out here to see what y'all were doing. She tells me he went in my grandmas room and I say okay. Then an extremely short and BLACK, I mean really black and ghetto sixth grader comes up to us, OUT OF NOWHERE and says he goes out with one of my class mate's (she is classy, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and doesn't date black people). So I tell him in exact words "no you don't, you muss be confused cuz she don't wanch (want in ghetto language) you". So then I start running around screaming that the child is really confused. After that i'm in the hallway in my school. Me and one of my friends (can't remember which one) are talking. I then realize I am dreaming from no dream signs or anything. I try to will the setting of the school to change to something else but I loose lucidity and enter a class room. The class only has a few people in it and we are all talking. So while i'm talking to one of my friends the wall in the back if the room bursts and I see the killer "scream" behind the smoke. He walks toward me in that slow killer way and I run behind the desk (for some reason I don't feel like getting in a knife fight in this dream, the killer usually ends up running away in fear) and dodge the killer, so he tries to well kill me but I keep running and dodging him and he eventually runs away so I ask the class who is the killer after(i know it sounds stupid), and one of my friends says me, so I stuff her in my backpack and she starts laughing and i say that sounds like someone else is in there and it is. I don't realize that the people switched places as i'm walking towards the door I turn around three of the scream killers. I stop walking and they start running. I try to run away from one through the desks but they corner me off. I hit him and ran from the other killers with her still in my backpack and i dodge and eveade the killers until they all eventually run away. After they leave I get pissed off for some reason and wake up.