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William, who's now a Christian (though in real life is an Atheist), comes into the living room and sits on the couch beside me, just as we are asking Rachel which of the guys in the photos she fancies. When Rachel tells us which one it is, it just so happens he is a Christian - I joke to Rachel "oh, you're into Christian boys now are you?" and someone tells me to remember that William is a Christian and I should be careful what I say.

Then I'm in space and can see a massive spaceship. The population aboard are starving, so parts of the ship with people in it are being eliminated to allow more food for the survivors. I see cartoon characters floating out of the parts of the ship that are being destroyed.
I am going to be eliminated too, but something saves me and asks if I'm okay with being saved, reminding me I'll have a hangover tomorrow if I am. "Oh I'm sure you don't mind", says the something, whilst opening up a teleporter to teleport me to safety.

Jan. 21, 2003:
I've been studying that so much I dream about studying for it. I had a nightmare the other night that I was taking the Art History exam and they'd invented a brand new type of architecture that was on the test.

Feb. 15, 2003:
I had this dream about a farm, only the farm was failing and everything... it was like everything was going to hell, and nothing was working out... all the the buildings around it, etc., were failing... and it worked like a sort of medieval manor and everything, well, we were under attack by enemies, to boot, and had to keep retreating, losing more and more land, and then there was a flood the destroyed all of the crops.

As for the family... there was the dad, who in the dream was 'my' father, and he was a real jackass, and he ran the farm/manor like a dictator, and then there was his younger brother, aka 'my' uncle, who was this little bald man with a deformed back, but he was very crafty, very shrewd, and knew a LOT more about what was going on than the guy supposedly in charge... and then there was 'my' sister, who was like drop-dead gorgeous and was marrying some nobleman... and then there was me. Boo, me. I found out that not only was I not getting ANY inheritance, 'my' dad was paying for her education but not for mine, and it made me insanely pissed off. That and I had fallen in love with some guy who was supposedly of a "lower" class than me and therefore 'my' dad was incredibly disappointed in me and thought I was a failure or something.
And, of course, there was a flood. And we got attacked, and buildings were abandoned, and the peasants starved and whatnot.
I guess this wasn't a very cheerful dream...

April 19, 12. 10:30pm-4:47am

In my dream, Robert and I were hanging out with Tamera. Robert was driving, Tamera was in passenger and I was in the back looking out the window. We went to have breakfast, I didn't eat. I was in a bad mood and i'd lost my appetite. Then we drove thought the malls parking lot, ohh man, I could smell the food, I'm starving by this time, but i'm not going to eat, whats the point. I don't know where we went after that, but we got to watch videos. Problem is everything on the videos turned into food! my stomach hurt so bad I was sick. I finally woke up.-End Dream-

Thoughts-

I didn't eat much yesterday and I didn't eat dinner. I have been so stressed about work and school, and when I get home Robert is so involved in what hes doing that I don't exist. Funny how feelings come out in dreams.

I am lost in a coniferous forest somewhere in snowy northern Canada. I have been lost for a long time, wandering in the endless frozen forest, and the cold is starting to effect my body in seriously adverse ways. My left hand, from the wrist, has turned completely black from frostbite and my legs have been numb for hours, thoughI still force myself to stumble through the snow because for I have a false believe that if I keep moving that things will get better or I will be found or something.

Another night comes and the moon is the biggest and the fullest I have ever seen before. It is so bright in fact that I can find my way through the forst as if it were day time. I cannot see what it is but I hear foot falls in the snow behind me and know that I am being followed by a wild animal. Many days and nights pass and my body is sucumbing more to the cold. The animal that has been following me is still around but I have no yet seen what it is, though I suspect that it is waiting for me to die. One day I collapse in the snow exhausted finally reigned to my inevitable fate and wait for the wild animal to come and eat me.

I lift my tired head and see a light grey wolf slowing making its way to me. The wolf is very think and weak looking and I can see the outline of its ribs and the creature seems to be starving terribly, though it is not threatening me and seems more curious than anything. I figure I am going to die anyway so I pull a pocket knife out and cut off my frostbitten hand and toss it towards the wolf then immediately pass out. I wake up at night and find myself alone. I don't know where the wolf went and cannot see if it ate my hand because it is too dark. I find the strength to stand up and begin wandering again, more out of boredom than anything because I don't think I am going to be saved and I am essentially just passing the time until I do. I am so cold and so tired that I no longer actually feel the cold that much anymore, let alone think about it.

Something happens one day though the dream becomes fuzzy and I cannot remember exactly what. I think a bear or a group of evil hunter men came upon me and attack me but I am saved my the light grey wolf that had been following me before. The wolf chases away my attacks and then has to drag me away from there, by the collar of my coat, through the forest because my body is so tired and damaged by the cold that I can no longer walk. I don't know how long the wolf dragged me but it felt like a long time. I pass in and out of consciousness for days and in one moment of clarity I talk to the wolf and believe it can understand me (partly loneliness, partly delerium) and tell him that when I die that he has my permission to eat my body because I know that it is still starving. I pass out again right after.

I wake up in a hospital bed. I know I am still in the north because I can see a snowstorm raging outside of my hospital window. It is night and everything is quiet and I am trying to wrap my mind around how I survived in the frozen north for so long. I also wonder about the starving wolf and feel bad that I did not die so that he would have something to eat. I lay awake for a long time because my mind is ruminating about so many things and the thoughts of my experience begin to overwhelm me when a nurse with sort curly hair in pink scrubs comes in and says that the doctor will be in shortly. After some time passes an elderly Native American aboriginal chief dressed in a leather vest and a coyboy hat comes in and tells me that I am lucky to be alive and he asks me about the details of my ordeal.

I tell him everything I remember happening including being saved by the starving wolf and the doctor tells me that I am mistaken. He says that I was found by the side of the road in one peice and that they had to amputate my hand because of the frostbite damage after I was brought to the hospital. I argue with the doctor and tell him that I am so sure that it all really happened. The doctor tells me that I was suffering from delerium from the cold and that I probably hallucinated the whole thing. I feel kind of at a loss because I am not sure how to feel but the doctor tells me that I probably did meet a wolf in the frozen north and that it guided me out of the forest because in Native American aboriginal legend, the wolf is a protector and a guide for lost soles.

After the docotr leaves I stare out of the window for a long time, trying to come to terms with what I though was real and what I was told really happen. Through the blowing snow outside I can see something move and when it comes close to the window I can see that it is the starving wolf that saved me, though it no longer looks like it is starving. The wolf looks at me for a moment than runs off into the snowstorm and the dream ends there.