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(Sorry for the length)

I am in a valley that is damp and fog-laden. It looks to me like the highlands of Scotland or something. I appear in this dream as my dream incarnate Kalima (image), but wearing a plain grey Victorian dress and white apron. The hills surrounding the valley are covered in ancient, crumbling castles and decaying ramparts while the valley floor is a huge never ending hedge-maze.

I am desperately lost in the maze and I am in a panic because I can feel not one, but two, dark presences nearby and I can sense that they are hunting me. I run through the maze as fast as I can but because of its enormity and the fact that it never ends I don't really get much farther ahead of the pursuers. I am not try to memorize or mentally map out the hedge maze and just run hoping I will get lucky and either find my way out or find the middle (where I instictively know I will be safe).

No matter how far I run I can still hear the creepy snuffling of my dark pursuers, like they have giant nostils and are sniffing me out. I find myself in a dead end and can hear the sniffing sound of one of the pursuers just on the otherside of the hedge. I know it can smell me because it stops to hover around the other side of the hedge where I am leaning in fright to sniff, before it lets out a terrible high pictched shriek to inform the other dark presence that it has found me and start running through the maze to find the fastest way to get to me.

I am so terrified that I fall to my knees and forward onto my stomach, because my legs have gone numb with fear. This allows me to see the smallest of spaces between one hedge and the ground. It looks as if a small pit was dug by a fox or ground hog or something to get under the hedge. I scramble to deepen the hole as quickly as I can and am able to squeeze through and start running again, long before the two dark pursuers find the dead end I was trapped in. They are much to large to fit through the hole (I'm not sure they even noticed it actually) and have to turn around and find their way back through the maze.

I suddenly feel two things simutaneously. First, a heavy object in the front pocket of my apron, which turns out to be a large cast iron key. The blade of the key is plain but the bow part of it is intricate in detail and had a peice of dark red glass set in the middle of it. Secondly, I feel someone close by who is watching me, but their presence is not threatening, though I cannot see them because they are invisible. The being feels warm and radiates love and kindness and for some reason I believe it is a guardian angel, even though I don't believe in angels in waking life.

The being starts to move through the maze and I am able to follow it by moving in the direction of where I feel the warmest air. After a long while I am led to what looks like another dead end somewhere near the middle of the valley and the warm presence suddenly disappears. I know there is something about this part of the hedge maze that I am supposed to discover but I can only pace back and forth in frustration for a long while because I cannot figure it out and I can hear the snuffling of the two dark pursuers getting closer again.

I pull out the key that appeared in my apron pocket a while ago and assume that I am supposed to find a door, but none can be seen with the naked eye. I feel around inside some of hedge wall where there are little openings in the heavy brush, but all I encounter is thorny branches and after several times I have sore and bleeding fingers. I feel like I have been misled by the thing I thought was a guardian angel, as well as abandoned, and I am angry and frustrated and I remember thinking to myself "this is why I don't believe in angels!"

The blood on my hands makes me think about the dark red glass set into the bow of the key and I look through it like one would a spyglass, mostly out of bordem rather than thinking anything would happen, but as it turned out I could see a glowing red outline of a door at the very end of the dead end, where the hedge appears the thickest. Upon investigation the thick hedge is even thornier and more difficult to get my hand through than the ones before, but I can feel a metal door on the other side.

I fumble around with the key, trying to find the lock, all the while the two dark presences are getting closer. So close in fact that I can here them on the other side of the hedge and I start to panic because I cannot find the hole for the key. Almost at the last second the key finally slips into a hole in the door and the door opens, but I have to force by entire body through the thick wall of thorns and it is terribly painful and unpleasant.

I get through and am able to slam the door shut and lock out the pursuers just in time because they were so close that one was able make a swipe at me and catch the end of my grey dress and rip a peice off. The creatures looked like tank sized crosses of a pot-bellied pig and a bulldog. They had rough black skin, large snouts and glowing red eyes. There bodies were covered in scars like they had been badly beaten and tortured. I had been terrified of them the whole time I could not see them but as soon as I caught that short glimpse of their battered and beaten bodies, as I slammed the door shut, I felt kind of sorry for them because they made me think of domestic dogs that become ferocious and violent after being mistreated and abused. I wanted to open the door again and have another look at them, even try to pet them and be nice to them, but I realize just then that when I slammed the door shut I left the key in the lock and since the door has no handle on this side, I was essentially locked in (and unless the pig/dog creatures suddenly grew fingers, they were esentially locked out).

I take a moment to catch my breath and have a look at my surroundings. I am in a large open area that has rows and rows of plots for planting, but the whole garden is dead. The small trees and bushes around the perimeter are barren of leaves and many have broken branches. The few plants, and what looks like stalks, that can be found in the plots are whithered and dried. The grass is brown, the air smells of earthy decay, the few marble staues around the garden are weather worn or crumbling to peices and it looks as if the garden has not been tended to for hundreds of years.

In the center of the dead garden is a a small stone fountain at the base of a huge oak tree. The fountain only contains some dried and decaying leaves from the oak tree that has mighty, thick branches that reach eagerly upwards, but it looks pretty pathetic without its leaves. I feel sad and wish there was something I could do to revive the garden but all I can do is sit on edge of the fountain and sulk.

My eye catches something white sticking out of the ground in a growing plot not far away. At first I though it was just like one of the many dead and dried out flower stalks found throughout the garden but when I get closer I can see that it is actually human finger bones sticking out of the ground, which sends a chill down my spine. Now that I am aware of it, an awful lot of the stalks sticking out of the ground look like skeletal fingers, and I even notice the old sun bleached bone hidden under the bushes and trees.

I suddenly want to leave very badly but don't know how because I've locked myself in the garden when I left the key in the otherside of the door. I briefly think that I will became another skeleton in the garden when I suddenly feel the warm angelic presence nearby again. I follow it to the locked door which suddenly unlocks and swings open. The pigdogs are gone but I am able to retrieve the key. The warm presence complels me to return to the fountain where I suddenly notice a keyhole in the bottom of it. I stick the key in and when I turn it, fresh clean water starts to flow out of the key hole and fill the fountain.

I am all excited and happy and stuff, because I think that the garden will now suddenly recover, but the dream ends there because I wake up.

You know, I have a lot of zombie dreams. Good stress reliever?

The House of the Dead -I found myself in some sort of giant mansion. It was sunny outside and I was wondering what was going on. I had an M1 Garand and a boatload of ammunition. I kind of took this as a sign that there was going to be trouble. As I explored the house I started to hear these load moans coming from outside. Just then I turned the corner and I saw the front of the house being invaded by the undead! Some zombies, some completely rotted and simply skeletons. When they saw me they screeched at me and the skeletons could sprint! I sighted up and began shooting, aiming for their heads. I walked backwards and retreated around the corner as I got one, two, three, four.. and they kept coming! I ran back down the hallway and killed the last few runners and then I had to deal with the slow zombies. They were very easy, and soon the entrance to the house was clear. I decided to go outside, as being cooped up in a house alone, it was only a matter of time before they got me or I ran out of ammo. I ran outside and was about 20 feet outside of the house, looking around. I was surrounded by vast gardens, but there was some sort of an enclosure to my left. As I looked around, a group of undead appeared right next to me, and a skeleton was withing breathing distance. Thankfully in the dream I had my size and height I do in real life, and I stood head over shoulders to them. I spun quickly and rammed the butt of my rifle into it's jaw, breaking the jaw and sending the skeleton to the ground. I quickly shot it and zig-zagged my way through the group of slow moving zombies that remained. I ran up some stairs to the large enclosure I noticed. It was very strange, it was about as large as 6 football fields, and there was a group of about 30 survivors with an ammo dump near the back of it! However, there was several thousands zombies slowly making their way into the enclosure, and the survivors were doing what they could to kill them. I was trying to get to them, but there were zombies on the pathway I was taking. I sighted up and began shooting, taking out most of them before they could turn to shuffle towards me. I began slowly making my way down the pathway killing as many as I could, until I ran out of ammo. Now I simply had the gun. I charged into the last group, swinging my rifle into their jaws and being careful about their bites as I began picking them up and throwing them off the pathway I was on. Finally it was clear to get to the group, and when I got to them they had split into four teams. I ran by each team and they seemed glad to see another survivor like themselves. Two teams were on the left pathway, above the main grounds, and two teams on the right. They were slowly being overrun! I ran to the ammo dump, grabbed as much ammo as I could for the M1 I currently had, and decided to grab a Thompson machine gun just in case. I ran to the right side, and for some reason they were just sitting there! A zombie had managed to get right behind one of the men, and was going in for the kill. I sighted up quickly and shot twice, killing the zombie and saving the man. It seems that woke the teams up, and we began trying to take as many zombies as we could with us. It was obvious we would not make it.

The next thing in the dream I remember is everyone being dead, and flames everywhere, destroying the garden. I was the last one, and using the Thompson to mow down as many as I could. I stood by the ammo dump as they came at me from both sides, and there was still several thousand zombies. At that point I woke up.

There was a second part where there were two airships. I was in one and the other one was our enemy. We had some magical powers like on Bleach or something similar. It was pretty epic xD We were shooting the other team with a giant, white bow that we controlled together, telekinetically. The arrows where large hollow white tubes with some sort of design. It somehow reminded me of Orihime Inoue off Bleach.
Somewhere in the ship were all these spells, perhaps in a book, and they were written in runes haha. They were making all these undead skeletons appear and that was pretty scary. They spawned from the back of both ships and were attacking everyone.
There was some way to stop them from doing it, if you were able to read the runes. I thought "oh maybe it won't be hard to learn if I know a bit of Swedish" hahaha.

Even though I was someone in one of the airships, I could somehow switch my view between the two ships and see that it was all just fancy CGI, and though to myself how true it was that anything can be done with computer animation these days, and thus the undead skeletons and stuff weren't really that cool anymore.

After this bit, there was a part with these aborigines and they were climbing up these stairs. I was climbing down because somehow I'd started up at the top. Unfortunately, they were behaving in a derelict manner and ripping all the stairs up and stuff like that.

There was a pirate girl who had been brutally stabbed to death. She was on a rowboat trying to get to the mother ship before she died. When she got there she was taken in by the captain so he could try to heal her. The captain told her that although she had managed to stay alive, Davy Jones was still going to pay her a visit.

She was sitting on her boat alone. Next to her were a pile of snow white skulls. She traced any of the remaining dirt off of them with the whites of her fingertips. A groaning sound came from the front of the boat, and she saw that Davy Jones was here.

[missing time]

We're now back at my grandmother's house, and we are all trying to kill Davy Jones. We have all sorts of guns, but either they don't work, or shooting just doesn't kill him.

The captain tries to protect the girl from Davy Jones by shielding her in the closet, but Davy Jones knows she is there. He takes his long tentacles and reaches under the door and grabs her soul.

I finally get the gun to work and so I shoot at Davy Jones. The bullet goes through him, but he laughs as nothing happens. I shoot him several times, and the same things happen.

Morning of May 6, 1997. Tuesday.

I mostly see images of skeletal human figures that are made of ashes. They seem to be gripping white, smooth, flat, oval stones. There are images of angels that seem to be flying into me (which represents coalescence of different patterns and dynamics within the dream state). There are some images based on when Helene (my wife Zsuzsanna’s mother) was thrown off the bus yesterday in real life.

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