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I hadn't had an interesting dream in a while now, and had poor dream recall, which is unlike me. This, however, i felt was interesting enough to at least remember. It was my last dream i had last night.

I was on/in a wall in a labyrinth. A woman entered the labyrinth and was aimlessly wandering around. She was near middle age and was plump. She was wearing a fancy pant-suite and had excessive jewelry on. Her hair was cut just above the shoulders and was dyed blonde. She is the kind of woman i often see.
I was smokey and dark. My form cold be solid or smoke, depending on what i wished. My eyes were wide and i watched her wander. I slipped down off of the wall and followed her. I believe she was another dreamer.
I had something to tell her, something she'd like to know. She turned around and looked at me. I was half-solid. I looked at her with my wide eyes.
"You will be destroyed unless you transform yourself into something better."
"what do you mean?" she asked but she knew exactly what i meant.
"Sell everything you have. Leave your life. Be rid of your riches, or they will poison you like an adder. Go into the wilderness, you are already dead, but there you may come back to life." I did not care about her fate, but i was compelled to tell her. I had an idea that i was an oracle, but i'm not sure. She seemed to take me fairly seriously, but i sensed in her that she was contorting my words to fit her comfort. When she wakes up she might think of what i had told her, halfway serious at first, and then dismiss it as only a dream.
I followed her back to the entrance of the labyrinth and let her leave.
i woke up.

I am watching this queen. Her hair flows down to her knees and is a golden-rusty color. I get false memories about her. She is frighteningly intelligent. She is good with everything especially swordplay. Though she is intelligent and beautiful, she is seen by her people as being odd. She is about 26ish and not married.
The dream starts to form a story. I'm in the thick woods. There are two travelers, a guy and a girl. They are worn out and dirty.
Men come out from the woods, there must be about 20 or so, maybe 30. They surround the travelers with swords drawn.
Their leader is standing near the travelers. He's young, maybe 25, has sandy colored shaggy hair. He's smiling, thinks he's tough. At first i didn't know why they'd bother with the travelers, they obviously don't have much. I then get false memories of them. They are friends of the Queen and are coming to visit, the bandit leader must know this.
Suddenly you hear this voice shout the leaders name ( i don't remember it). Everyone is looking around and in a showy fighting outfit you see the queen down not far away. She does a fancy sword show-offy trick and is talking to the leader. "Put your swords down." she commands. I get false memories about the queen and the guy. They were playmates when they were children. After they started to grow into their teens, though, he went off to be a good-for-nothing.
The leader doesn't know what to do. He knows and i know she could destroy every single one of those men, even if they came at her all at once. The men, however, think the leader is being a coward.
He's torn between his pride with his men and his knowledge of what would happen. He throws down his sword, all pissed, and his men do the same, though this will probably be the beginning of some mutiny. The two travelers are amazed.
I wake up.

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First dream: Shot in the head, ouch!
I'm riding a horse through these beautiful woods. There was a handsome dandy-looking british soldier who was sitting behind me. I have jet black straight hair that was cut straight a ways below my shoulders. I think i was indian. We get to this cliff like area and we look over through the trees. There's this beautiful waterfall that goes down into a river and crossing this river were soldiers, dressed slightly different. We're scared. I think they see us. We run back to our horse but there's already someone over there on his horse. It's a soldier dressed in dark blue and he's shooting at us. My soldier pulls out his gun and shoots at the man in blue. The man in blue shoots him in the face and my soldier falls down dead. Now i'm shooting at him but i run out of bullets. I don't quite comprehend this though and i continue to try and shoot this man. I'm basically hiding behind my horse and he behind his. I guess he thinks i still have bullets somewhere.
All of a sudden i bend down to pick up a different gun. BLAM the dude shoots me in the top of my head. So i'm not dead. I somehow survive this, i don't know how fucked up i am. I put my hand on top of my head and i feel a flap of skull that is slightly raised. I push it down and keep my hand on top of my head. The blood starts to pour and stuff that i hope is not my brains. I can't see because the blood is all over in my eyes.
I wake up.

Second dream: Pharaoh's son.
I'm in this palace that almost looks egyptian. It is made of marble or something and there are pillars. Apart from the pillars the only thing in this room is a fireplace looking area that has a carved black jackal over it. Someone is attacking the palace and i MUST save the pharaoh's son. I'm young myself, too, we're both about 10 years old, maybe i'm 12. Both the pharaoh's son and I know that there's a secret passage through the fireplace that leads clear out of the palace. We sneak inside the fireplace and start to crawl, it's very tiny and we barely fit. It is SO GROSS. there's dust and bugs everywhere. We are so scared we're going to be caught. We make it out of the palace alive.
Fast forward like 1000 years. There's these anthropologists or something in the palace. Everything looks different. I think i'm a ghost. They can't see me, but they are wondering how the pharaoh's son escaped. I try to tell them through the fireplace, but they can't hear me.
I wake up.

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So the only reason i'm posting this is because of the interesting amount of pain i was in.

I was looking at my thumb and my thumbnail seemed odd. I pulled it off (ew!) and my hand split open in that area between your thumb and your pointerfinger. It hurt SOOOO bad. I had to be careful when i bent my thumb because the wound would be wide open and any movement would hurt. There was no blood and i could see all of my muscles. Some people appeared in the dream and were patching it up.

Boring, but the interesting thing is just after i woke up the pain lingered a little.

The dream takes place in the edwardian looking times. I am about 15 years old. I am wearing a light pink dress with an apron. I am walking around a large mansion and i start to walk up these cherry-wood steps. Everything is beautifully decorated/carved. I look at an organ that is at the top of the stairs and then i look around at the entire mansion. It looked as though i was in a ballroom. I walked back down the stairs. I had fake memories of this place, I was sent here to work because my mother is too ill to work.
I walked into this one room that's attached to the ballroom. It is filled with tables, i assume it's where people from the ballroom would sit and eat.
Inside this room the family that owns the mansion were packing their suitcases. They were leaving for a vacation. At the table closest to me i saw a man about the age of 25 in a wheel chair. He had long blond hair and a top hat on. One of the butlers (or someone just like it) was helping him pack his things (or was packing his things, the man in the wheel chair was not doing anything). The blond man's head seemed to sort of roll to one side and he called out "Yydok!" (pronounced Yeh-dock) and the butler just said "Calling to that muse of yours again?"

I very much liked this blond man. I walked into the room and saw a dresser in front of me. This dresser had many beautiful flowers painted on it and i was going to make conversation with the gentleman concerning this.

I woke up.

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I'm a man. I've been off and on fighting another powerful man for years.

I'm sitting by the edge of a river. There is a large monstrous boar right next to me. It does not notice me nor care to notice me. It is a creation of the man i'm fighting.

I am weeping bitterly and yelling at what is happening.

The boar is vomiting up my wife's intestines into the river.

i wake up.

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I am looking at a wall of a cliff. There is a little spider crawling on my shoulder. I pick it up by it's web, like i do in real life. I'm looking at this little tan spider. It tries to climb up the web, but i knock the string a little and it falls back down, like a yoyo. I wrap the gossamer around my finger. The wind starts to blow and the spider is blown to the wall of the cliff and crawls away. Suddenly i see eyes staring at me over the edge of the cliff. It climbs down. It is a huge tan spider about four feet in diameter. It is muttering to itself and is shakey. "My dear... My love..." i can hardly hear through it's mumblings.
It is right above my head. It reaches out its front leg, quivering. I reach out my arm above me. I just barely touch the tip of the spider's claw before i wake up.

I heard a sad crying. It was like the wailing of a poor creature. I walked around a large tent and i saw a huge tiger in a cage. I saw it cry out. It coughed and choked and wailed again. I felt it, i could feel everything. It was as good as dead.

I was young, about 15 or so. I had bare feet and a bunched up raggy skirt.
The dream started as I was running for my life from a woman in officer clothing (i can tell now that she was probably a nazi). I was a gypsy girl, my hair was much the same as it is right now, long and dark.
I was so scared. She was shooting at me from behind. I was running on a dirt road and there was a gray looking forest in front of me. All the trees seemed bare, everything was gray.
I managed to make it to the edge of the forest before i felt a shot in my back. All the wind left my lungs. I was in so much pain, but i had to keep running. I stumbled and started to run again, a little dizzy. The woman wouldn't follow me. She was looking at something in the woods, she was scared. I looked around too.
There was something moving amongst the trees. It looked to be in the form of a man, but it was quick and changed colors to match it's surroundings. I was not looking where i was going, i stumbled to the edge of a cliff and began to slide down. The cliff side cut my legs, my arms and my face. I quickly grabbed onto some rocks that were protruding from the cliff side.
My chest ached. I could feel the blood go down my back. I could not see much, there was blood in my eyes. I cried out for help. I waited.
I cried out again. I wept bitterly for my misfortune of being alive.
After about an hour (in dream time) passed. I tried to wipe the blood from my face, but that just put more dirt on me.
Suddenly a figure appeared above me, looking over the cliff edge. I could not see any features, possibly because the sun was behind it. It threw down some rope and i quick took hold of it. The figure pulled me up and i laid down on the grass. It was odd. This person was not quite a person, he was more like a spirit. He didn't have features that i could see, and he took on the colors and images of his surroundings. To me at the moment he looked like the sky. I gazed painfully up at him, clutching my chest with my bloody arms. I rested my head back down on the grass and shut my eyes, feeling just how badly everything hurt. I felt i was going to die, and i cared little about it. My entire home and everyone in it was destroyed. I went unconscious.
I woke up, still in this dream. It was night and there was a fire i was lying next to. My scrapes and cuts did not hurt as bad, my chest did not ache. I went unconscious again.
I woke up again in this dream. It was daylight now. I saw the dead campfire in front of me, beyond that was the spirit-man. I sat up. I felt no pain. I stood up and brushed my skirt off and took all the leaves out of my hair.
"Thank you." i said to the faceless man.
I could feel him looking at me, wondering about me. I was so happy to be alive and okay, i forgot all about what had happened to my family. I looked at the ground and saw some flowers. They seemed out of place because they were so beautiful. So little and so white. I picked a few and looked at them. I looked over to the spirit-man and smiled at him. I bounced on my feet a little, feeling energetic. I twirled around and picked more flowers, putting them in my hair. The spirit-man continued to watch me.
I lived in the woods for about a week with the spirit-man. In that time it's almost like i didn't have to eat or drink. One day i felt like wandering further than normal. I kept walking until i came to a dirt road. I played on the road a bit and drew things in the dirt with a stick. I heard a sound behind me. It was the sound of a car. I turned and froze. I must have come across a road that is being patrolled. It was like an army jeep without a roof. The car stopped just within my sight, close enough to see a woman-officer stand up and look at me. My heart turned to ice. I ran faster than I had ever ran before. I heard gun shots behind me and the jeep was catching up. I swerved off into the woods and quickly the spirit-man caught me. His arms wrapped around me like a fog and he pulled me into the bushes. I hid there in his arms, hoping not to be found, but happy and safe. I felt a love for the spirit-man and i did not want to leave that spot.
i woke up.