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A painfully sharp situation

I remember trying to walk down the stairs in the extremely dirty house. We were supposed to move out so there were things all over the place. Tables, shelves and even on the floor. It was hard to get to the kitchen but I managed and started to search for my sewing kit. When I found it I accidently dropped the plastic thing that had all the needles so them fell to the floor. I tried to pick them up but noticed that my hand was starting to hurt. As I stared at it I could see all these needles going trough my skin. I must had at least twenty that pierced my hand and fingers. I’m terrified of needles so I tried to stay calm and pick them out one by one. It hurt soooo much when I did it and kind of wanted to give up since it was so frickin’ painful! I kid you not, I wanted to scream, cry and die because the pain was so intense.
When I managed to get them all out and just doing my best to cope with it, Jay from iKON runs in with a bowling ball. He was all excited and told me with a shy smile that he really wanted to play. I glanced at him like: YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME… ;___;
But I agreed and was just right behind him when the dream kind of faded away…




Note: When I woke up I thought the pain would contuine or at least give me an explanation of the pain but my hand was feeling alright. Confusing, huh?

Dreamed I was being sedated so people could "train" at doing it... There were people reclining in a long row with their heads wrapped in white gauze, and theur clothes were all completely white. The whole thing was very brightly lit and felt very sterile. Watched a woman - a pretty brunette with an oval face - be partially sedated and then her head was wrapped in gauze and syringes were inserted into her face really close to her eyes in a way that made me cringe. I didn't know how much of it you would feel. Then I was next... But it was some kind of ruse and they were actually planning on killing me or something. But they couldn't completely sedate me, which was a huge problem with their plan.

That's all I remember.

Then, I just remembered a fragment of a dream i had months ago. I was walking through a city with two male acquaintances, both pretty tall. Both of them worked for Amazon as tech people. We kept walking by alleys that smelled horrible, like full dumpsters and raw sewage. At one point I lost them and had to cut through one of those horrible alleys to catch up. It was between 2 tall brown brick buildings and paved with uneven bricks, and just generally gross. I think it was kind of raining, too.

I was panicking about losing them was because they were my roommates, I had just rented the room, and I didn't know the address of the house, even though I knew it was nearby (at the end of a cul-de-sac). I had the key, but no clue where it was, and I was freaking out about never being able to find it - at least, for tonight - and having nowhere to sleep. I didn't have their phone numbers, either, so I had no way to contact them.

I came out at a place that was a border between thick downtown development and a suburb. At that point, the sky was clear and it was nice and sunny. I went up and down the street until I finally found the two of them.

I recall calling my mother because I was upset and freaking out. She sounded sympathetic but exasperated by how irresponsible I was.

The house was messy... White siding, poorly painted white door that was a little warped - the yard was passable, with green grass but not well maintained. Lots of natural lighting in the living room.

Anyway, the guys told me how to get there. After getting slightly lost, I found my way there.

A woman who's been flirting with me - neither of us seriously - is taking my hand under the pretext of palm reading, turning it this way and that. She'd been joking around, but as she's 'reading' my palm, she notices the tiny raised circle on the tip of my thumb that holds a retracted needle and she stops smiling, though she doesn't understand what she's looking at.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I've been sitting in a lounge room in the McKittrick. There's a host and a microphone, allowing the guests to listen in on his internal thoughts as we eat and drink. He's been sitting in the booth next to mine, having a conversation with a woman, another resident of the hotel. But when she leaves, he comes and sits across from me. He's bewildered as to why I've spent so much time here tonight. Of course the guests are all free to enjoy our stay at the hotel in any way we choose, there's no wrong way to go about it, and if I want to just sit here and watch his story unfold, that's fine - but my stay is half over already. Why don't I go out and see the show?

I'm thinking that I'll come back another time to enjoy the show - but nonetheless I leave the lounge and walk up to the next floor, which is in complete chaos thanks to the work of the three witches. Fragmentary memory here - I remember seeing the boy witch in passing and being annoyed with him, but no context beyond that. In a small room, I came across a woman who I realized has been/will be the next bald witch - right now she's another lost soul who came here on a mission but wound up getting drawn into Hecate's world. By the end of the night she has/will have shaved her head and altered her body language completely, transforming into one of the three witches for the next night.

The last of the three witches and the people under her sway are surrounded by sexual images. I only saw her briefly in passing as she led a young prince off down one of the halls. But instead I come across the naked prophetess who'll be taking this witch's role for the next night, currently in the process of transforming into that role. She puts her hands on my shoulders and pushes me to my knees in front of her, and I'm thinking that it's always a man she chooses for this part of the performance - the other guests in the room with me are all women, and they remain standing, pressing in close around us, watching her with a look of worship. She has a woman standing guard next to her during this dance, making sure none of the guests attempt to touch her without her permission. One of those women watching laughs off this restriction, and to show how ridiculous she thinks it is, she reaches out and puts her hand on the prophetess/witch's thigh with a familiar attitude. The performance comes to a complete stop. In the trouble that follows, I move away from the crowd and into the staff-only halls of the hotel.

I'm tied up in a chair, and this guy who was interrogating me is now struggling with another guy who wants to get me out. The guy on the rescue mission was carrying a needle, and during the struggle, the contents of the needle wind up getting sprayed into the air - they're behind me at the time, so I don't see it, but I can feel the spray, and I don't hear them fighting anymore.

The guy on the rescue mission's been captured. It turns out he got a small dose of the contents himself during the fight. This will cause something that we refer to as 'hunger', and he believes this is something he'll be able to use, to focus on his enemies. Having experienced it myself in the past, I know he's mistaken, and that it'll make it more difficult for him to think clearly.

We're both taken out of the building. Outside, we're in a junkyard, and there are a few men with guns escorting us. The guy on the failed rescue mission is starting to have a hard time walking, and one of the guards is shouting at him about it. I'm remembering a time in the past when I'd been out of it and he'd carried me. I'm aware I should do the same for him now, but I don't. I don't want to be associated with him.

Switching to third person, there's a kid watching us from a distance, out of sight. He leaves, gets on a computer and reports what he saw to a woman who I think of as the mother of my POV character, though she looks too young for it - long brown hair, upper-class British accent. In the kid's report to her, he mentions a "guy that you call the Judge" who's holed up in the woods nearby.

i'll start with the two that weren't nightmares because the two that were nighmares were very similar (even though they were not consecutive)

i had to open this vault for these two ex-friends of mine that i had seen a few hours ago......i was the only one there with the code.....they weren't as rude to me as they usually are...and they brought out this strange cake....it was a vanilla cake with red jello poured into slits in it.......i was eating it with my hands and 5-6 preschoolers wanted some and i told them to take only a bite at first to see if they like it and then they can have more if they like it (which is what my gram told me about new foods the whole time i was growing up)

the other two were types of assisted living facilities.....i was a patient (which is something i fear because my docs want to take me out of school to put me in one if i can't get my depression under control)

the one was like a really old house and it had hard wood floors....i was the maid

the other i was a patient and tied into a wheel chair because i kept climbing on stuff otherwise

in both they threatened me with needles if i didn't cooperate (which is my biggest fear)

PLEASE COMMENT

ok so this is the really strange dream I had last night...

I was at some sort of indoor pool. I was swimming with a bunch of people from my church. I saw "C" there and he had abs (lol). He was playing some sort of game I think. I wanted him to pick me for something, I don't remember what, but I just know I was disappointed when he didn't choose me. He was holding something called a spinner, but it didn't look like it spun at all. Then I was suddenly was at some place outside. There were a bunch of needles or something. A bunch of them hit me in the back and face. Also one hit my right knee and went through my leg (owwwwwww). Then I hid in a small building that looked like a dressing room but only had one section. "C" came in there after me and helped me remove all the needles from me. Then he bent down to pick up something from the floor and he winced. He told me there was a sharp pain near his right shoulder blade. I came up behind him, limping heavily from the torn ligament that the needle caused, and had him sit down. I lifted the back of his shirt up (OMGEEEEE) and saw the end of a large needle (more like a blade) in the muscle near his shoulder blade. I touched it and he winced again. I put my hand on his back and said I'd get it out. I slowly pulled the blade-like needle out of his back. I got a paper towel, folded it up, and pressed it against the bleeding puncture wound in his back. After a while I took it off to see that the bleeding had stopped. I could tell that he was still in pain so I leaned my head against his shoulder and kissed his cheek and said that it'd be ok. He said he knew, but it just hurt. I said that I understood and then I think I woke up. I don't remember all of it.

So yeah I really liked the dream, except for the pain from the needles. :3

3:00 AM

Rocket Ship Mattress
Dreamed that I was on a mattress that flew out of my cousin's old house(dream house) past moon, and other places. I had slight control over the mattress(not lucid). What a rush.

Transitioned to

Choral Daemon
Running down dark empty highway 108. Chased and quickly caught by daemon. His face was like carved out pitch-black choral with skin stitched to one side. Its hands were also jagged like choral. As it got really close to my face I could see allot more frightening detail below its brown cloak. It caused me pain by sticking needles and glass into my face and eyes(it hurt but not like it really would have.). Was pretty damn scary.