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      Things to Run Away From Really Fast #46: Walmart

      This is not a lucid dream.

      I'm parked in the local Walmart parking lot, waiting for a woman in a grey minivan to back out so I can leave. I look into the car and recognize someone from the forums, who I'd assumed was a guy. I don't remember who I thought she was, but I remember deciding she was a dreamer. She had short hair somehow braided close to her head, and dark skin. I guess she looked a bit like Naiobe from Matrix.

      I think about meeting up with Walms, but I'm not lucid; I think all of this is happening in real life. I think I'm meeting him later.

      There's a man lying on the pavement in the middle of the parking lot (behind my car). The manager (of Walmart) doesn't know what to do, and ambulance/police are on the way. The man might have raped someone? We decide we need to move him and I lift, hooking my hands under his arms while the (female) manager lifts his legs. We carry him into the lobby and lay him on a bench. The girlfriend is waiting, and he wakes up briefly and says something to her.

      Possibly another dream entirely: Walmart bathrooms are converted to sleeping places for $15 a night. Carpeted, the toilets are gone and the stalls are wood. I exit the stall and find red lockers being brought in. I chat with the girl in charge of the program, but decide that I'd really rather leave. Unfortunately, the building's on lockdown until morning. I plot my escape.

      After a false awakening I don't remember, I wake up. Probably. I'm dead tired and know I should RC. I flip open the curtain and count five fingers. Then I collapse back into bed and fall asleep.

      Fragments. My dad talking about one of our cousins.

      Walmart. Scare Factor: 1. Reaction: I think I'm catching a flu bug.
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      Fragments only. Ah... the wonders of cold medication. I think I might have been Dean Winchester, once again, and considering Supernatural aired last night...

      ETA: I think I dreamed about being a high school student walking home through several miles of prairie. It was getting dark, and a woman told me that I needed a ride back to town, because I'd never make it, otherwise.
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      Things to Run Away From Really Fast #47: Dream Goals

      There's a wedding or a funeral in the family, and we (the "kids") are getting ready. I'm in a store, wondering if I dare to wear a tie. I do, deciding on a light blue dress shirt. I go over to the mirror to try it on, but I can't pull it closed over my breasts. Damn it, I think, annoyed, I shouldn't have to deal with this in my own dreams.

      I'm in the Ixburg apartment, doing a hand RC. Everything is slightly blurry. It's hard to move. The RC worked, and "I'm lucid," I repeat to myself, "I'm lucid, I'm lucid, I'm lucid." I look in the mirror of my bedroom door, and see a dark grey blob standing where I am. I peer to the side, and the blob doesn't move. I see myself, currently male. I have dark brown hair, longer than it is now. I'm wearing dark clothes, a black dress shirt unbuttoned over a t-shirt. No ties, apparently. Thank God. I see strange things in the background, and open the door before I get freaked out and this turns into a nightmare.

      I walk out of the apartment, fighting to stay grounded as everything blurs around me. I keep RCing and muttering that I'm lucid, until I'm halfway down the stairs and looking out of an east-facing window.

      The town has transformed itself once again, this time into what looks like a creepy green-tinged matte painting. The entrance to the building, which juts out into the gravel parking lot, is in ruins, and the entire field beyond is covered in water. About fifty yards away are a set of stone steps, leading up to a square stone arch. Someone is hanging from it, arms stretched into either corner, feet hanging above the ground.

      At first, I think it's a woman, but the scene shifts into someone I'm pretty convinced is Walms. At this point, Walms is down from the arch, probably having escaped the bonds (or rescued someone else from them). I have to hurry if I want to catch up to him.

      I look down at the uneven ground and sigh. I don't suppose this will count as a skyscraper? But no. Maybe I'll do the flower thing later. I throw myself off the building, feel my speed building -

      Pause, as I consider where to land.

      Full-speed, I crash into the remains of the entrance, numbly feeling my ankle bend at an impossible angle. I stand up, feeling no pain, and head east toward the blurry archway.

      There's no one here, unfortunately. I sigh, and look beyond the arch. There's a whole bunch of people milling around on the lawn beyond it, so I consider trying the flower task. I pick up a flowering piece of the clover weed that runs rampant around Ixburg, and scan the area for someone my age - most of the people here are elderly.

      I focus on the piece of clover in my hand and it turns into a violet. The colours shift and blur and it becomes a rageddy, fushia thing. The flower shifts into a perfect bunch of green and I concentrate, pulling a pink rose-bud from the centre.

      I spot a woman my age exiting the Quickton college. She couldn't be a supermodel, but she has long, blonde hair, and something else draws me to her. I hand her the rose, smiling. "This is for you," I say, and turn away.

      "Wait!" she says. She looks like she's about to say something important. "Are you Israel."

      I don't know what she means, and I answer honestly. "I don't know." I say, and walk away.

      I'm play fighting with a dog, probably a Great Dane. I realize that I'm losing lucidity, so I concentrate and RC and start saying, "I'm lucid."

      Everything is blurry as I walk into a building and do a hand RC. I can see all five fingers, but they're all attached between the index and middle knuckles. I see a guard, and -


      shift

      People are talking about animals in pairs. Apparently, there are two such animals that signify love. What about dogs, I want to ask snidely, but I'm not actually there. Jackson thinks the sign might apply to him, but O-Neill scoffs and starts making fun of him.

      shift

      FA, I scramble for my dream journal, but there's a bunch of different notebooks beside my bed and I can't find the right one. I'm lying on the bed when I realize that I'm dreaming. I push into the waking world (for the first time) so I don't forget the dream.

      Dream Goals. Scare Factor: 2.
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      ha, you dreamed about me too, but the settings were completely different, too bad.
      And your journal is so cool! Along with your recall and detail, I like it.
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      Quote Originally Posted by Walms View Post
      ha, you dreamed about me too, but the settings were completely different, too bad.
      And your journal is so cool! Along with your recall and detail, I like it.
      Next time, we will totally make it work. Anyway, thanks. I was trying for something new and exciting.

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      So, last night I had a lucid dream. Unfortunately, I don't remember anything beyond that, so it doesn't really count. Anyway, onto the non-lucids.

      Also, it's snowing again. It's May, what the fuck?

      Things to Run Away From Really Fast #48: Soylent Green

      A dream occurs on two levels of reality. In one, the cast and crew of Supernatural go about their daily business of making an awesome TV show. In another, I go about my daily business of building houses. This gets confusing when suddenly I'm Misha Collins, calmly vacuuming up sawdust in the basement while a highly amusing PA briefs me on whatever they're doing next. Also, a suspended ceiling puts itself together in the writer's room and the baseboards I've been staring at for the last few days drift in and out of existence at eye-level.

      shift

      I'm in a den, or a living room, and I think this was a mall a second ago. Everything is in dark shades of brown and black. I'm sitting on a brown leather couch facing a wide-screen TV, and along the opposite wall is a set of dark-stained table and chairs. Beyond the table is another room, which is completely white. Right now, it might be a kitchen, but it's about to turn into a slaughterhouse.

      I have my laptop open on the couch, though I'm not paying much attention to what I'm looking at. I move over to the table when a ten-year-old boy wants to flip through the channels on the TV, looking for his favorite cartoon. When I look back, he's pulling up a page on another laptop, which is a list of his favorite cartoons, put together by his dad. A static image of one of the characters shows up on a projector behind the couch, and I start drawing it.

      It's later. A team of vigilantes/ex-minions have found out what's really going into the meat made by this factory. They/we are standing around the owner, backing him into the white room. The boy* is wearing some kind of Kickass-style costume like the others in the room, and is staring at his father with an incredibly detached expression.

      *I wouldn't worry about the little sociopath. I get the feeling that the vigilantes are all puppets on a string to him.


      Practically the Antichrist.

      Two men grab the owner and force him toward the wall. He's shouting at them and struggling to get away, but when his back hits the wall, it latches onto him and forces him down a tube. I drift through the wall, and I can see the human sized plastic tunnel he's trapped in. Pistons are forcing the right side of his body, as he's alive and screaming, against the meat grinder. His right arm, part of his leg, and the edge of his scalp have been torn apart by the machine when I see his expression shift, angry but resigned, and the machine eats into his brain.

      He probably wishes he'd designed the machine to kill its victims less horrifically, I muse. A straight-razor, perhaps? The machine rearranges itself on my whim, and I wonder if cutting the throat upside-down or right-side-up would be more effective.

      Three women are standing in the same room, which, maybe, is supposed to be a different place entirely? They talk about the dead owner's eldest daughter, who has sworn revenge on us/them for killing her father, his right hand man, his lieutenants, the captain who exported the shipments, the cleaning lady, and possibly me, considering I'm short of a body at the moment. Also, for kidnapping her little brother, who I'm half-sure started the coup anyway.

      They laugh a little and say they have to get back to camp, so they jump out of the building and land on the ice of a half-frozen river, and start speeding down it as if they're on a slide. I have to keep nudging them closer to shore so their momentum won't carry them out onto the middle of the river, which is slushy and wouldn't hold their weight.

      One person crashes into the slush anyway. No one pays attention, and I have no idea if s/he gets out alive.

      The women arrive at a rocky shore where a bunch of colourful tents are set up. No one brought chairs, so someone fetches pillows for the half-frozen trio to sit on, and blankets to keep them warm. I, still incorporeal, follow the guy who gets them and see a whole pile of pillows lying on the ground.

      Oh, and someone's getting married.

      Soylent Green. Scare Factor: 3.5. Reaction: Lucidity, you escape me. And the meat grinder thing was pretty fucked up, too.


      ETA: Oh! I know! I know! It was green, and had a giant lizard's head and sharp teeth that changed direction to spiral inwards and then fan out, and I knew I was dreaming because all of my dreams are just that fucking insane. And I remembered because of this:

      Quote Originally Posted by TheScientist33 View Post
      If most of your dreams are nightmares, it will probably be easier to become lucid since there is continuity between all your dreams.
      I can feel it nudge up against me, feel its scales and warm breath as it bumps its nose against my shoulder, and I'm not afraid because I know this is a dream...

      And that's all I remember.
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      lol @ "nearly the antichrist" and aww... that dream sounded so epic! Too bad you don't remember more.
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      Quote Originally Posted by Samael View Post
      Things to Run Away From Really Fast #58: Soylent Green
      I have no idea what I just read. Maybe because I haven't read enough of your past posts.
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      Quote Originally Posted by Walms View Post
      lol @ "nearly the antichrist" and aww... that dream sounded so epic! Too bad you don't remember more.
      Heh, the picture is actually the Antichrist from a TV show that I watch. He looked like the kid from the dream.

      Quote Originally Posted by Requiem View Post
      I have no idea what I just read. Maybe because I haven't read enough of your past posts.
      Soylent Green is made out of people. Apparently, I should have added more links to this post.

      It was a sci-fi movie from 1973. The highly-rationed popular foodstuffs in a dystopian future contained algae and dead people. There was a parody in Futurama and everything.

      I pick up a half-eaten copy of a book by Neil Gaiman, and decide this is all his fault.

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      "The jellybean sandwich in the storage room is, apparently, there to keep all the other food from going bad, and the 'papyrus' is there because... you have really bad taste in fonts in real life."
      As a graphic design student, I can relate to this. xP

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      Damn it, I think, annoyed, I shouldn't have to deal with this in my own dreams.
      Lol, nice.

      Quote Originally Posted by Samael View Post
      Soylent Green is made out of people. Apparently, I should have added more links to this post.
      o.o Chiron Beta Prime just became considerably more disturbing.

      You use a lot of links, child. Don't get me wrong, it's pretty awesome, but I also feel compelled to read through all of them... Which would take quite a while.
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      Quote Originally Posted by Hidden View Post
      o.o Chiron Beta Prime just became considerably more disturbing.

      You use a lot of links, child. Don't get me wrong, it's pretty awesome, but I also feel compelled to read through all of them... Which would take quite a while.
      You know we love our Soylent Green.

      I'm just so concerned that someone might not understand the obscure 1970s sci-fi reference that I randomly drop into the title.

      -------------

      Anyway. I had such grand plans for writing out this dream, but I've run out of time, the day is over, and I hate Mondays.

      Things to Run Away From Really Fast #49: Ghost Ship

      I'm alone on a ship - all of the crew have succumbed to... something. Another ship is attacking mine, full of spirits. I swing over onto the enemy ship and rescue a girl, who turns out to be another ghost. She's my ally in the dream.

      I've had visions throughout the dream of the final battle against my enemy. I've lost every time. Now, the time is really here. My enemy taunts me, tells me that there's no way I can win, but I've seen how he won before and I know I can beat him. I meet his attack with a wave of blue energy that knocks him away and destabilizes the dream.

      shift

      Human survivors terrorize each other post-apocalypse, forcing their views on the weaker individuals.

      A group of survivors in some post-apocalyptic world is trying to establish a prohibition on alcohol. The main character (male, short blond hair) is arguing during a town meeting. This is followed by someone accusing, "It's almost like you don't want it gone!" Well, duh.

      The main character is female, now. Long, black hair, looks like a character from one of my stories. She's with the blonde (no longer ghost) girl from the previous dream. They're standing in a run-down shack. Then I show up. My dream avatar is some kind of male mythological figure, with long white hair. A conversation takes place. She's accusing me of something.

      I laugh and say, "You're more of a Reaper than I am!"

      (Unconsciously stepping back and choosing the weapons: a short, hand held scythe for the MC, a sword for the ex-ghost, and I'm somehow fighting with chains.)

      I quickly knock the blonde out of the fight, sending her flying toward the wall. I block their blades with heavy metal chains on the defensive, strike barehanded on the offensive. With ghost-girl out of the fight, I renew my attack on the MC, enjoying what - to me - is a friendly sparring session.

      Ghost Ship. Scare Factor: 3.
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      Awesome dream.

      I hate Mondays.
      Don't we all...
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      hehe, too bad they can't enjoy the sparring session as much as you do!
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      Quote Originally Posted by Hidden
      Awesome dream.
      Thanks.

      Quote Originally Posted by Walms
      hehe, too bad they can't enjoy the sparring session as much as you do!
      We need to make our DCs lucid next!

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      More fannishness, sorry.

      Things to Run Away From Really Fast #50: Oh, There Goes Gravity

      I'm Harry Potter, in what's sort of a pre-2005 video game environment. We've shifted into a circular hall in some sort of grand manor - an inheritance from my family. I've been using it as a base, as I'm on the run from a million and one different organizations. The hall runs in a circle, and the inner doors are decorated by massive arches that jut out from the stone walls.

      I meet with my friends on the second floor, outlining a plan to get back at our opponents.

      I choose Hermione from a list of avatars and I'm jumping around on the landings above the doors.

      shift, and I'm at my childhood elementary school, looking up at the big brick building and vaulting over dark blue fences. I know that I'm dreaming. The entranceway is one story tall, an impossible leap. I'm concerned that I won't be able to make it, as I've been having trouble defying gravity lately. However, I call up the will, and effortlessly make the jump onto the roof. When I land, I can still feel the upward momentum. I feel like I should be floating, but I have both feet on the ground.

      Back to being Harry, as a child, I talk to a woman who's coming out of a house. The entrance is lit up brightly behind her, and everything is blurry. The house is where a clump of bushes should be. I talk to her, and she invites me in. I think she's Lily.

      Zoom out to view a fleet of battleships approaching Earth.

      Oh, There Goes Gravity. Scare Factor: 2.
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      One snarky dream guide to go, please.

      Things to Run Away From Really Fast #51: Puddles

      I'm river rafting with a group on the backs of whales/fish/squid/leeches. The creatures swim down the river with one side of their bodies facing up, which turns from pink to silver in the sunlight. They turn over after a while, so we have to stay on top of them.

      My creature is about to turn over, so I jump onto the shore and let it. I throw one smaller creature back into the river where it got caught somewhere. I watch a kid's creature turn over and throw him into the water. He comes up on the other side, laughing.

      I'm back in the water, swimming on my own. I'm wearing running shoes, which really limits my swimming ability. We'll be hiking later though, so I can't go barefoot.

      An enemy is on the shore, aiming something at our group. I'm swimming through fairly deep water, but I jump up and land a flying kick on the henchmen, knocking the gadget aside. There's another one farther into the forest, and I rush at him -

      shift

      I'm driving through one of the main intersections in Quickton. The stoplights facing me are blinking orange, the adjacent stoplights are blinking red. I drive through the intersection, thinking about the DC I'm trying to help / is helping me.

      I'm biking down one of the pathways near my house. I wonder how I'm going to meet up with her again. On impulse, I pull out a blaster and shoot two Star Wars-esque red laser blasts into the sky. I consider that we should have used that as a signal. I shoot a couple more just to see what the range of visibility is.

      The signal starts coming up elsewhere in the city. Sirens go off. Uh oh. I stow my blaster under my jacket (it's too long to sling across my back; the barrel pokes up under my collar) and quickly pedal home. I do have to wonder how video game characters manage this.

      I end up in an oh so messed up version of my backyard. I'm setting my bike against a fence and am about to haul it over into my half of the back yard (it's a duplex), when, for no apparent reason, I realize that I'm dreaming.

      I don't see a reason not to leave the bike where it is. I decide to play along with the dream and get rid of the gun, so I walk into the garden shed and hold the blaster up along the wooden wall. The wall folds out and clamps onto the gun, and when it folds back you wouldn't even know that we were stockpiling an armory. Then I stare at the inside of the shed for a moment, marvelling at the detail and how real this all seems. I can feel my body, the scratch of the jean jacket I'm wearing, my feet on the ground.

      I shake myself out of it. I had plans for a lucid, right? I was going to... meet Walms. Right. Now, how am I supposed to get there?

      Stepping out into the bright sunlight, I extend my right hand, intent on peeling through the layers of the dream. Something goes wrong; I can't feel them.

      "What are you doing?"

      There's a guy my age standing on the lawn in the back yard. Short blond-ish hair. Let's call him Derek (I haven't used that name yet, have I?). He doesn't look much different than I do in dreams. Similar clothing, too.

      "You know what?" He says, when I don't answer, "I don't care. See ya."

      Derek jumps through a hole in the lawn. It's shimmery, like a puddle, but it doesn't reflect the blue sky above. It reflects a different sky with a setting or rising sun, shot through with pink.

      I jump through the puddle.

      I hit sand on the other side, startling Derek. "Um, hi." I say.

      "I wasn't expecting you to follow me," he admits.

      "Yeah, well..." I look around, taking in the view. We're standing on a beach, looking out over a sunset. "Huh. I think I have a [desktop wallpaper] like this."



      We spot another puddle in the sand. "You coming?" he asks me.

      I nod.

      We jump. The other side is more blue-tinged. It's still sandy, but everything is underwater.

      "So, you've gotta be looking for something, right?"

      I try to answer, but the words come out garbled.

      Derek rolls his eyes. "You know this is a dream, right? You wouldn't have been able to follow me otherwise. You can still talk."

      I take a breath, feel cool air enter my lungs. Breathe out, breathe in. I try again. "I'm looking for a guy who calls himself 'Walms'".

      Derek looks at me, incredulous. "You don't even know where you're meeting him? Jesus. I could take you to a place, but I don't think I can help you find someone you don't even know."


      False awakening. I feel the dream fall apart around me, and become aware of my body lying on the bed. There is bright white light everywhere, and I can still feel the remnants of the previous dream around me.

      I fade back into the dream. I'm back in the dream-warped backyard, sitting on the lawn. Derek is standing beside me. I swear, if he rolls his eyes any more, they'll stick like that.
      I go over where I left my bike and lift it over the fence. Derek says something.

      Puddles. Scare Factor: 2. Reaction: Okay, Mr. Negativity.
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      Puddles... Neat way to travel. This Derek guy seems pretty helpful.
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      Quote Originally Posted by Hidden View Post
      Puddles... Neat way to travel. This Derek guy seems pretty helpful.
      Yeah, surprising for someone who doesn't seem to like me very much.

      I'm not sure on the name, BTW. I just needed something to call him. It'd be funny if it was a shared dream after all; "That's not my name!"

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      Things to Run Away From Really Fast #52: Lady Gaga

      I'm Dean Winchester (again), and we're on a hunt. We have to go through Lady Gaga videos frame by frame. Apparently there's a reason for the scene in "Bad Romance" where she's crying.

      Also, I had the song stuck on a loop in my head after waking up. Ugh.

      Lady Gaga. Scare Factor: 10!

      Okay, 2. Scare Factor: 2.
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      Quote Originally Posted by Hidden View Post
      Puddles... Neat way to travel. This Derek guy seems pretty helpful.

      Yeah. You say this guy is your dream guide, Samael? What makes you say that?

      I haven't met my guide yet but apparently it is everything I hate all wrapped into one.
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      Quote Originally Posted by Samael View Post
      Also, I had the song stuck on a loop in my head after waking up. Ugh.

      Lady Gaga. Scare Factor: 10!

      Okay, 2. Scare Factor: 2.
      Ahahahahahahaha, I'm so sorry. xD
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      Quote Originally Posted by Requiem
      Yeah. You say this guy is your dream guide, Samael? What makes you say that?

      I haven't met my guide yet but apparently it is everything I hate all wrapped into one.
      I don't think he's MY Dream Guide, but he seemed to act as a dream guide for this dream in particular. Does that make sense? I'm going to see if I run into him again before I really start calling him that. I just don't usually have any intelligent DCs.

      Everything you hate?

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      Ahahahahahahaha, I'm so sorry. xD


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      Things to Run Away From Really Fast #53: Nail Polish

      Fragments: Snape writing a letter to Voldemort about how annoying Harry is, and how Voldemort probably should have chosen Neville as his arch-nemesis if he actually wanted to win.

      Walking through a pathway in a zoo that is filled with snakes. I name cottonmouths, rattlesnakes, and coral snakes, which I peer at carefully, trying to decide if red touches yellow. I refuse to walk down the path while barefoot, because I like snakes, but I don't particularly want to die, thanks.

      Running into Vicki from boxing; apparently she lives on the top floor of what might be my apartment building. It's an open dorm, so I recognize her while walking through, and consider waking her up. Or would that be creepy? She wakes up anyway.

      End Fragments.

      Alternate Squamish. I'm watching video footage from a couple years ago, when apparently the downtown was flooded with green and black clouds of swarming... things.

      I'm walking through back alleys and crab-walking (crawling) over gravel, for some reason. I look over a fence and see two-police officers disappearing around a corner. Deja vu. I've been at this fence before. I think I had trouble climbing it, since the fall down one side seems so steep. I try the sequence again, jumping over multiple fences through a back yard. One is a metal railing that seems too tall, and I climb over it, disappointed at the interruption.

      I get to the other side, and a woman interrupts. She asks if I have an appointment. I remember that I do. I follow the woman into the building and slip off my shoes. There are change rooms. I think I'm the main character from #59: Ghost Ship, Jade. I follow the person who I have an appointment with. She's a really hot girl whose strawberry-blonde hair is tied up into a ponytail. A few strands fall attractively over her face. We've met before. Apparently she's painting my nails? I'm calling her Elle.

      When we walk outside, I'm wearing a spa-like fluffy housecoat. Elle has her hands on my shoulders, pushing me gently through the door. I look around, amazed. One of the mountains extends over this part of the town. The stone is made out of a glassy black rock, like obsidian or onyx. Water falls in torrents into the ocean around the peninsula, surrounding the area with a fine white mist. Behind me is an eastern style wooden building, complemented by the sleek metal and glass railings running around the deck.

      I follow Elle over pathways leading back and away from the ocean. Everything is sunny and the effect is much less impressive. We go to sit down at a picnic table.

      My character falls asleep on a bed inside the building.

      Cut to a group of people back at the picnic table area, randomly deciding that my character is a werewolf, and she needs to die.

      The real me is listening in, sitting a table away and reading a book. The book is describing everything that's happening. I have to wonder why I'm only identifying with the parts written in first person (Jade's part), rather than the parts written in third person that have Elle in them. I concentrate on reading the book and getting back into the story.

      I wake up, back in the building, as Jade. I'm highly annoyed by the inevitable running that's about to occur.

      Nail Polish. Scare Factor: 2.


      I think this dream means I have a crush on my hairdresser.
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      Yeah, that makes sense.

      Everything I hate. I don't understand either but I'll have to meet my dream guide and ask for a more reliable way of shapeshifting.

      And Nail Polish...not one of your better dreams....

      keep 'em coming, dawg.

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      Snape writing a letter to Voldemort about how annoying Harry is, and how Voldemort probably should have chosen Neville as his arch-nemesis if he actually wanted to win.


      Squamish?

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      And Nail Polish...not one of your better dreams....
      I can't believe I'm getting critiqued on the excitement levels of my unconscious state. I agree, though. Epic/violent dreams are a lot more fun. In my defense, I haven't been sleeping well, and I think my REM dreams have suffered as a result.

      And really, the nail polish was this horrible orange/red colour...

      Squamish?
      I lived there for a few months last year. Why, you been?

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      Do you ever feel like someone tried to upload a shit-ton of information into your brain? I have a migraine. Please kill me.

      I couldn't sleep until I turned this into a palindrome. And then I still couldn't sleep. I can't sleep.

      Things to Run Away From Really Fast #54: Riddles

      I am an idea. I am a trickster, a traitor, a revolutionary. I am a singular aspect of a collaborative human mythology.

      I am an individual facade of a multifaceted human consciousness. I am a willful child, a critical voice, a fearless rebel. I am an ideal.

      Who am I?

      Spoiler for Answer:


      Riddles. Reaction: Hello, Id? This is your Ego speaking. You need to lay off of this metaphor.
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      I lived there for a few months last year. Why, you been?
      No, I was just wondering what it was. And now I know.

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      Riddles, brainbreakers I call them.
      Creating a new persistent realm, claiming it and breaking the last seal I made back in the beggining of my journey are my goals right now

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