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In my dream I dreamed of interpreting dreams and percentage correct. I had the sense that this was part of a longer dream, but it was gone.

I dreamed of normalizing numbers to enable better comparison, and plotting them on a chart.

This is actually something I am currently working on at work: an unfinished task which I shall do on Monday.

I wonder if the numbers in my dream represent something different than the numbers at work. Was this a straight dream of just working on a real life problem, and practicing it to help me do it better on Monday, or was it a reapplication of a technique from waking life to a different problem in a dream? I do not know. I do not remember anymore whether in the dream I knew what the numbers represented, I do not remember the actual numbers nor the resulting charts.

Only very fragmented fragment:

I remember this was more Of a conceptual dream. Communism compared to other political system. I don't remember how it was compared, what the criteria for comparison were, but it was a quantitative comparison - I remember lots of numbers.

Then there was something about a bird cage. Could be fragment of same dream or another one.

10/07/12
11:04am

Found myself in a crowded cafeteria. A lady was talking into a microphone and then began to count and recite numbers in a sing songy voice. Somehow everyone in the cafeteria knew that I had studied a little Japanese and wanted me to demonstrate. They handed me the mic but when I started to count I got stuck. "Ichi.. ni.. san.................Ichi.. ni..." I was so rusty I couldn't even count to four and I was so embarrassed.

1-8-09

Lucid Dream:

I was in this room with a friend. It looked like a bank. My friend went to stand in line. I walked to the back of the room to wait. On the way I slipped and fell on the floor. I sat there for a moment, then noticed that I was starting to spin. I found this strange and just let it happen.

I then became lucid. I jumped up and flew over the line of waiting people. In the next room I tried to remember the tasks. I remembered two. One was to look at a clock. I looked around the room and saw a digital clock sitting on a cluttered shelf. It said 7:42...or was it 7:34...no, it was 7:47. I really tried to focus and stablize it, but the clock was a blur of numbers that changed everytime I tried to focus. I remembered people saying that time changed, but I hadn't realized that it was quite this unstable. I wondered why that was.

I then remembered that I needed to use my five senses. I had already been seeing and hearing things, so I decided to focus on "touch". I reached out and felt the solidness of a rail in front of me.

I then decided to find something to taste. But before I had gone anywhere I realized that I had already been eating. I had a bowl of macaroni and cheese. I could taste the cheesey flavor and feel the pieces of partly chewed noodles in my mouth.

I decided to move on to smell.

I flew around and saw Jeff. I told him that I needed to find something to smell. I couldn't see anything that would have a smell to it. I then looked at him and asked, "Have you been working out? Maybe you'll smell sweaty?" But as I leaned toward him and couldn't smell anything.

I started flying out of the building. I then saw next to the door a styrofoam container of food that somone had brought back from a restaurant. I openind it and saw leftover green peppers. I knew that they would have a smell. I put my nose right to them and took a big whiff. I could smell a very faint pepper smell. I was disappointed that my dream nose wasn't better. As I pulled my nose back I realized that my nose had touched the peppers and that the peppers had little prickly thorns on them and some of the thorns had stuck in my nose. They were painful to pull out. Jeff thought it was funny that I had let that happen, as if I should have known better than to put my nose up to peppers.

I followed Jeff into the parking lot. He got into a large white pickup truck. I started to get in too. Then I had an idea. I told him to just start driving and not to worry about what I was doing. I then rolled the window down and stood outside the truck and reached in and grabbed the handle above the window. As the truck started to move I was carried away, floating beside the truck. It was a wonderfully exhilerating feeling. I told myself that I would have to remember to try that again in future LD.

Jeff stopped the truck too soon and started talking to someone. I got back in the truck and waited. I saw a baseball glove on the seat. I ran my fingers over the soft leather, then picked it up to smell it. It had a faint leathery smell. I then started touching other parts of the car so I could say that I really did the task thoroughly.

My dream faded and I thought I had woken up. But then I forced myself to relax and drift back into the dream.

I was now in a building with Marie. There was a bad guy we were having to get away from him. We locked outselves in a bathroom. I felt quite nervous. But then I told Marie that if it got too scary then I would just let myself wake up.
And that's all I remember.

Black means non lucid
Orange means semi lucid
Blue means lucid
Red means dream characters talking
Purple means possible shared dreaming person
Green means notes

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WARNING!!!
The following dream contains extremely graphic nature, and strong sexual content, that may not be suitable for children.
Parental discretion is advised........

Dream #1 Fetishes.

Spoiler for Strong Sexual Content:

Im in some basement watching a bunch of women being abused and tortured by other females. Some of it is almost too much to watch! There are different mixtures of women, all inflicting pain to one another, or receiving pain from one another. One woman was asian, and forced this black chick to eat her out. Everytime the black chick stopped the asian chick smacked her on the head with her whip really hard. and grabbed the black chicks face, and crammed it closer to her pussy and said..
"Keep eating you bitch!"
Another woman who looked latin, was using her big toe to foot fuck this white chick with red hair while she was strapped up to some metal table. Another woman looked german was kicking another german girl in the pussy while she was wearing boots and telling her that pain is good. Im now witnessing two Latin women spanking another latin girls naked ass while her pants were pulled down to her ankles. She was bent over another latin girls lap, and they were using wooden paddles and saying.."You will Worship us and us ONLY GOT IT!?" I was now in a backroom watching two white women rubbed their naked tits up against eachother all while moaning. One of them noticed me an invited me in the room. Im now laid on this metal table strapped in, and One of the women had red hair and was wearing black and red panties, no bra and wearing black leather boots. She climbed on top of me, and begin unfasting my pants. She now tugs and pulls my now throbbing rock hard cock, and assures me that what happens next will only be a test.
A bit afraid now, i notice the other woman who had black hair and had her nose eyebrows and bottom lip pierced. She walks up to the table with a needle and small steel ball the size of a pebble. She has a cotton swab and some latex gloves on.
"This will only hurt briefly."
"Please noo...please lady NO!!!
"Ssssh..hush now, this will only take a minute."
The red haired chick now hops off and is now gripping my still throbbing rock hard cock. The chick with the piercings takes the long needle and dips it in this clear bottle, while holding a cloth underneath it.
"I will close my eyes now if i were you."
I close my eyes feeling a very cold wet sensation inches away from the head of my penis, only to hear a door being kicked opened, and a womans voice saying..
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIM!!!"

"Na..Natalia?" It sounds like Natalia. i faint and wake up.


Dream #2 Thinking things over.

Im in some apartment talking with a few different guys in suits. We were talking about investigating Some building i think. One of the men who looked like he was possibly Arab told me to just sit down and think it over in a few days. I let the men out of this apartment buiding and close my door and sit down in a chair letting my thoughts come and go.

Dream #3 The man name Javier.

Im in a car in the back seat with some men speaking in another language (Possibly russian) This one man is telling me when i get in the building just drop this envelope off to a man name Javier??? I get out of the car and the man now says to me..
"Rememeber, you do good job..you make real big money."
I walk into this huge corporate building and put my left hand in my left pocket, (I do this subconsciously in RL too) and in my right hand i am still holding the envelope. I see a blond russian woman at the desk and ask her..
"Excuse me Ms, you know where i can find a man name Javier?" She looks at her files on her desk and nods.
"Mmhm" You can find Mr. Javier on the 5th floor room num 214.
"Thank you." I nod my head at the woman. I noticed i am wearing a black suit and my hair is pulled back in a braided ponytail when i glance at my reflection in the hallway mirror.

I continue walking down the hall looking for a elevator. i finally see one, its empty and i step inside. I keep reminding myself about the name Javier 5th floor room num 214. I reach in my pocket and pull out my hawk coin totem. I now exit the elevator walking down the hallway looking for room num 214. Im on the 5th floor and see all these room numbers, and finally spot room num 214. The door was open i step inside, to notice a man who looked arab or latin sitting at a desk reading thru some files and papers.

"Ah, so this is the man i been hearing nothing but good stories about."
"You know who i am?"
"Of course i do, please have a seat."
I sit down at the desk across from him and he starts telling me that he can offer me a job.
I forget what else was being said right here...i believe it was something about me helping him find his daughter. Dream fades and i wake up.

Final dream: (Fragment) Recruitment.

Im in my 2nd home in the basement talking with some women about building an army. I mention to one older white lady that, she can be the lookout and i can give her a file containing vital information. (Thats all i remember) And i wake up.

Notes: I clearly could have easily became lucid in the 3rd dream, Just that that dream felt a bit too real for me to reality check. Overall im fairly happy with my recall, just a tad bit dissapointed that i did not become lucid.

Whiterains dream

i do a wbtb for a good hour at 8 then back to bed at 9. im back at this compound that i visit often. this time it starts of as half warehouse and half garden centre. i chat with some old work mates and eventually see my old boss. he offers me a job on the nightshift so i ask around the staff to see what the nightshift is like. i start to get a really good feeling about the place and decide that i will probably come back and do the nightshift for a bit at least.

my old car is outside and i start to go to leave. as ido this 3 girls run out and tell me to stay. the location is now at the dead end at the end of my real road. i point up the road and say that im not going far and i have the house to myself so they should all come over for a party after work. they all throw their phone numbers at me and i keep them in my pocket. the whole thing made me realise that im much more comfortable talking to girls when there are no lads about. it was all so nice and the only bit of criticism i had was that "i could smell better" but even this was more of a joke between friends.

i never quite manage to leave unsurprisingly. i get given the tour. the basement room is really light and alongside peoples beds lie massive flower and veg beds. underneath the carpet the ground feels like it has not been flattened at all. its odd but a very nice natural feel. we walk through into the back room of the basement which turns out to be this girls bedroom. i get a really good vibe about the whole place and start to see myself living there. she explains that it gets pretty cold at times but it doesnt bother me. we sit down on her bed.

i think other people come to get us to complete the tour. parts of it are sketchy and the order is pretty mixed up though. at some point i watch an old video about the place. in the video, old mates from uni pop up. i cant believe that they have visited and this amazement only furthers my good feelings about the place. often i have been to this place before and it has something creepy about it but i tried to inspect it all just in case.

back in some kind of common room and i finally get lucid. the people who run the joint come in and chat with everyone. now normally the boss is the creepiest thing about this place in the dream and this time they were also the worst thing about it. they were a couple of old men dressed in slightly fruity upper class wizard type stuff. cravats and funny hats type thing. they said something about getting me to do some work before i left which would have been fine, only they didnt address me in person. this happens alot to me even in real life and i think it is something to do with people being intimidated with my size. it was pondering things such as this that got me lucid as i relised this was an odd situation to be in.

as these guys were the only downside i decided to test out how bad they were. i got the vibe that they may stop my car working or something else to keep me there so i tested it by going outside. it wasnt really like i was stopped from leaving, but people surounded me as i approached the door. as i was lucid i knew i could go anyway so i decided to test it out and show them at the same time. i said something like well i can just leave anyway by doing this. i tried to fade out of the dream by just dropping to the floor and relaxing. this slowly started to wake me up, while also conforming to me that i was in a dream and in no danger. as i felt the dream fade i suddenly jumped up and grabbed hold of it again. the people around seemed kind of wary, but they no longer tried to stop me.

my thoughts turned back to the girls. i dug one of their numbers out of my pocket, i suppose to show the one who had given it to me that i was interested as they had all written them on distinctive bits of paper. on this scrap of paper was a whole note which i tried to read but cant really remember what it said. i think that is about it for recall but i kept going back to the same place after each awakening. the last 2 times i went back i remember walking around the place with this tall brunette. i remarked at how tall she was because she was almost as tall as me so about 6'3ish. i never like tall girls but she was amazing with this feline, supermodel type figure. she felt like she should be more my type than the girls i was with earlier but all i remember her saying was that i should probably go back to bed. the last time i went back i was back in the common room with this young asian couple who seemed slightly wary of my yet friendly enough

quick reminder: WBTB WBTB WBTfckinBED!!!!! aahhhh!!! should be so easy but has been really tough lately and this one has broken a bit of a dry spell in style

I had a kindof lucid dream last night after hearing about them over the weekend.
The reason I say 'kindof'm is because it didn't really feel like I was asleep. I opened my eyes from the dream at one point then closed them again, I was so close to being fully awake. It was like I was awake but when I usually close my eyes and think, I don't get pictures as vivid as this was. Anyway, I was in a very colourful room, like a primary school classroom perhaps, and there was a numberline along the wall. When I went back to my dream and realised I was dreaming, I started trying to make the numbers change. I don't remember what the numbers were originally but I remember changing a number to 2 and another to 9. I also remeber that when trying to change them, the numbers changed rapidily to a lot of different ones first untill they got to the ones I wanted. It felt like my eyes were open so for some reason I thought this would stop my dream so I closed them (in the dream) and this sadly made the dream go away and then I opened my eyes in r/l.
So yeah that was a kindof lucid dream

I was in an underwater world where people travelled by these strange sorts of cages, when i noticed i was underwater i panicked but a DC told me it was ok because they changed my lungs, i decided not to take any chances and hold my breath, so for a while i was being pulled around by those strange cages and then i was on the highway beside my home ( this is it, therre a 50 m drop beneth it http://www.atmb.net/IMG/jpg_ROUTE_AP...TUNNEL-1-2.jpg ) and i was grinding a rail down the middle in my shoes, i alipped and fell on my nuts , i looked down and saw my pants were torn and my b*ll sack too, then i'm at the swimming pool and my coach says i'm fine and gives me some morphine, i walk around there for a while then my coach comes up to me and says "show me your motor functions" so i started saying numbers but then i couldn't control it and the left side of my face goes numb and limp, i understand i'm having a stroke. I hold out my hand to him with my fingers spread and say five , i look at my hand and see i actually do have 5 fingers then my dream fades to black

Health Care Lesson From Tupac



I stood in a crowded bar, watching people, but without any type of drink. The energy was high and the dream characters seemed to be having a good time. The energy shifted drastically when Tupac Shakur arrived at the scene. All of a sudden Tupac pulled out two hand-held pistols and shot the place up. Now, I don't know if Tupac was there specifically to shoot me or to settle the score with someone else, nonetheless I had been caught in the crossfire. 7 bullets lodged into my body, as I felt the pressure twist me around. I felt each bullet inside of me. One in my chest just below the clavicle, one in my right bicep, two in the groin area of my inner thighs, one in my left leg in the quad, and a bullet went through each of my calves. I fell against the bar, and panic erupted in the bar.

I stumbled out of the bar, intent on living. I wasn't in pain as-so-much as shock. I wasn't afraid that I would just drop dead, I was mostly afraid that Tupac would exit the bar and finish the job. Bleeding, my only intent was to make my way to the nearest hospital as quickly as possible. Luckily, the hospital was only a dream block away. So I shuffled my way to the hospital, feeling every bullet in me as I walked.

I quickly arrived upon the hospital and shuffled into the ER lobby. I had bled profusely everywhere I went, but the receptionist didn't even seem to notice. She simply shoved a clipboard towards me and told me to have a seat and fill out some paperwork. I remember saying, incredulously, "Seriously!?" before accepting this and sitting down. I was uncomfortable because I was bleeding on the chair, the table next to me, the clipboard and the floor, and I didn't want to bleed on the other people in in the lobby.

So I stepped backoutside and leaned against the wall next to the automatic sliding doors of the hospital. I tried my best to fill out the paperwork, but I couldn't concentrate, I had lost too much blood and energy. That's when I grew dizzy from blood-loss and threw up on the exterior of the hospital's walls, before I woke up.

DREAMNONDREAMSCENEDESCRIPTIONLUCID

I don't remember most of my normal dreams that I had this morning because of my three lucids which I had after these normal dreams .

Well, for some reason I was on an errand with my dad, and we left at midnight... I remember driving though I was tired, and turning once....When I got home it was 1:23 am.

DREAMNONDREAMSCENEDESCRIPTIONLUCID

I just went inside this house, since it started raining and thundering. I could tell that the house I was in was in the middle of no where...And, to get to the front door, you have to walk up a full thing of steps. I think the house was supported by still. Kinda cheap log cabin-ish. Very odd looking house, though I REALLY only saw it from the inside. I look outside at the lightning. It's creepy because the lightning is SO incredibly close to the house! I remember thinking that it had done that close lightning thing 12 times...It made me a little scared...

I'm drinking. A lot. At a bar. I'm wondering if it's Saturday night and I missed the meetup with Vicki. I see Matt and Jen from High School on the other side of the bar, and debate over whether I want to talk to them. I've been drinking things like rum and coke all night, and now I've moved onto Pinot Gris. I guess. It tastes like champagne.

I'm in the backyard of the Ixburg Inn, having been ordered to clean up the scaffolding houses by my dad. I notice movement in another yard, a brief dark flash. I watch the roof of a nearby building for another sign of it. There's a dirtbiker up there. My mom and I watch him ramp from that roof an impossible distance over the highway. He lands badly, but that was supposed to happen. He's fine.

At a fair, I argue with Gus about something. I'm Shawn Spencer, and my dad (Henry) is around, too. The fair has a layout suspiciously similar to the backyard I was just in.

As myself, I put the truck in park, turn off the ignition, and raise my hands slowly. I'm turning toward the man in the passenger seat, who is happily delivering his Hannibal Lecture while pointing a gun at me. It's a revolver, I notice.



He explains to me that the time I was born can be flipped backwards to show the time it is right now. "You see," he says to me, "This time is the antithesis of your birth."

"Yes, that's very poetic."

I'm ordered out of the truck. I keep my hands up as I follow his orders, stepping onto the green grass in the backyard of my house. I know that there are kids inside the house, quite possibly my cousins. At this point in the dream, though, I think they might be mine.

I try to bargain with the man, but I know that he's going to kill me. If I resist, he says he'll kill everyone inside, but I can't be sure that he won't do that anyway. We circle each other over the grass. The man tells me that these bullets were specially made for me.

Don't I feel special.

The gun wavers for a moment, and I take my chance. I lash out with a kick to his wrist, then grab for the gun. I pick it up and aim at my tormentor. He raises his hands and grins, daring me to do it.

I can't. I empty the revolver of the gold bullets. They spill to the ground, and I scramble for the six of them. I stumble backward as the man laughs. I step inside, latching the glass patio door behind me.

"Go downstairs," I order my cousins. "Get one of the adults to call 911. Ask for police!" I shout at their retreating backs. I move through the house, locking and bolting the other two doors shut.

"So..." says my uncle, "We're safe as long as we don't go outside."

I consider the patio door, how easily the man could get in. "We're safe." I lie.

"Wait," I say after a beat, "Has anyone called 911?"

I curse and grab for the nearest black portable phone. I dial three numbers. "Hello, I need police at -" Silence on the other end. I glance at the display and read 901. Great. I'm wandering down the stairs at this point, redialling the number repeatedly to no effect. I see a flash of the man, laughing. I consider that he might have cut the phone lines.

"Does anyone have a cell phone?" I shout into the basement, frustrated and panicking. I begin redialling numbers on a blackberry no one gave me. 090. 901. 109. 119. My frustration reaches a peak -

And I realize that this is always what happens in dreams. I look up the stairs to the side door, reasoning that I fell asleep in my bedroom and there's no way I could actually be here. I walk up the stairs, touching things (the bannister, the wall), feeling the texture in order to solidify the dream. I'm worried about waking up. I unlock the door, open it. When I step outside, it's dark, and there's a layer of snow on the damp ground.

I move toward the street, making footprints as I go. I look up to the night sky, which is clear and filled with stars.

"Go to the moon," I whisper aloud. "Go to the moon."

I stretch a hand out in front of me, willing a portal to open, for something to happen. A pulse radiates outward from my hand, blurring everything briefly and circling behind me. I can still see the stars. The dream dissolves.

I'm in some kind of afterlife realm, filled with ribbons and people and flying. I'm attached to the colour yellow, which I hate. I try flying, but can only achieve a delayed falling effect.

LG's Got a Gun. Scare Facter: 4.5. Reaction: Lucidity!

I did the faux-math LG was trying to tell me about. Apparently I'm supposed to die next week. Saturday-ish.[/QUOTE]

I'm wandering around a casino parking lot, looking for my car. Two other people are there, one of whom I met at a first aid course a couple weeks ago. The other one might be my friend Miranda. I think I spot my car, but it turns out it belongs to Mel, the first aid girl. It looks remarkably similar to my car until I realize that the plates don't match. My plates are --- ---, I remember with perfect clarity. Also, she parked rather crazily, and apparently I consider myself the better driver. We then find my dad's car close by. Maybe I drove this one? No.

Making out with a girl in a bathroom.

Having a conversation on another forum about whether I can be considered bisexual if I'm pansexual. Um... yes.

Dude, Where's My Car? Scare Factor: 1. Reaction: There goes a dream-sign.

Originally Posted by Samael

Obviously, I've been watching too much Supernatural.

I've somehow been entered into a race that involves hopping on one foot and a flutter-board. I argue that 5K is a long way to hop on one foot.


idek.

I'm crowded into the entrance of a bar. I think these are people that my brother knows. I notice that one guy is acting suspicious, so I follow him outside and onto the roof. I find him threatening another man with a knife.


You know that little voice people have that tells them to quit when they're ahead? You don't have one!

"Hey!" I call, stepping out of the shadows. Both men turn to look at me, one still brandishing his knife.

"Hey, calm down," I say, hoping that I don't sound patronizing, "There's no need for that, right? Put the knife down, and we can talk."

We circle each other, and I'm moving closer with every step to the side. The third man moves away, more or less forgotten. The man with the knife focuses all his attention on me. He's not going to listen.

I step in without warning, grab the wrist holding the knife and twist. He doesn't drop the knife, but I have a hand on it, and suddenly I can see all the outcomes of the fight at once, blood spraying everywhere. Mostly his.

I'm sitting back in the bar with a group of people that I know. I'm invisible part of the time, so I play with the DCs a bit, asking them what they're seeing as they look at me. One replies that she can see the skull of my grandmother's rotting corpse, covered in maggots. I decide that this game isn't fun anymore.

The police are all over the bar, trying to figure out what happened. The patrons are willfully ignoring them. I'm glad that I'm wearing black, because at least you can't see the bloodstains. I look down at my grey shirt, covered in blood. No, I was wearing black the whole time, I convince the dream. I get back into the story by willing myself into a different form. I decide to shift into a guy, because that's an unlikely disguise. Hey, I can be Jensen Ackles!


Yay! I'm him a lot. Why?

I consider changing eye/hair color so I don't look like an actor, but I decide that he doesn't actually exist in this universe and go talk to the cops. Because it's... fun, or something.

There's a female detective on the roof, speculating about what happened. I see these speculations in flashbacks. The girl (me) made a grab for the knife, she says, and cut her attacker, injuring him. Then he killed her, and disposed of the body somewhere.


Not nearly this cool.

I'm somewhat insulted, actually, but it helps me put the pieces together. I must have won the fight. Since the man with the knife is missing, I probably accidentally killed him and disposed of the body somewhere. Wow, do they have it backwards.

Nobody wonders where the third man went.

They're talking about fingerprints, so I decide this would be a good time to change mine. I will the change, and zoom back into watching an onscreen sequence of the patterns changing.

Skinwalkers are the bad guys, right? I wonder on the irony of shifting into Dean Winchester as a shapeshifter. Am I evil right now? Maaaybe.

I converse with the suspicious detective who probably suspects me for something. I swing around the wire fences on the rooftops for a bit, before coming back to the ground where the detective is waiting on a park bench. Apparently we had a long, in-depth conversation that I can't remember, because she actually trusts me a bit now. Yay, we're friends. Or possible love-interests. Hm.

The detective is wondering if I'll be okay to get home by myself, being as it's after dark in a city infested by the supernatural. I assure her that I'll be fine (being as I'm one of the supernatural monsters everyone seems to be afraid of). I check the area, zooming out to the east, where I'm headed. Dark alleys lit by an orange glow. I zoom out to the west, only to find a pack of Dark Jedi closing in on us, jumping around as NPCs do in Jedi Academy. I spot a couple of green and blue lightsabers among all the red, mostly carried by those wielding dual lightsabers.

"We should go," I say, still tracking the pack remotely. "We should go now." I'm more concerned about the detective than myself. I heal fast.

We walk eastwards away from the group, hoping that we won't bait them if we don't run away.

They catch up to us. Immediately, I draw dual sabers in red and blue, slashing down the first two Dark Jedi to reach us. I take down another, still standing protectively in front of the detective. I rush out past a female Dark Jedi, striking her in the back before she can turn. Finally, there are two left. I face the leader and send one of my sabers flying at his remaining minion. She's down. I rush the leader with a flurry of strikes.

No effect.

I pause in my offensive. "Okay," I tell him, "That was at least three direct strikes to your neck, minimum. You should be dead." He just grins.

A blow to the arm, and I have him disarmed. I grab him by the hair and slash across his neck. "Are. You. Dead. Yet?" I ask the disembodied head. That would be a yes.

Also, fail for lack of gore.

I'm covered in blood, so I figure now is a good time for a tactical retreat. We make it to the Best Western where I've made a reservation. I figure we have a half hour to shower and make ourselves presentable (read: not covered in blood) before the antagonists start to come after us.

"I'd offer 'ladies first'", but I'm the one who looks like a walking horror movie right now."

Unfortunately, I'm really bad with numbers when I'm dreaming, so we end up wandering the halls looking for the hotel room. Which is on the third floor. No, the first. No, the second. Wait, are we in a hostel?

Skinwalkers. Scare Factor: 2. Reaction: Violence is fun.[/QUOTE]